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Jungkook: Playdates 1

DDLG × CG!Jungkook × Idol!Jungkook × Little!Reader × Stigmatization × Angst

Jungkook and you have been together for more than a year now. However, as soon as the question drops why you're not living together yet, you both seem to have a broad collection of excuses as to why not. Maybe there's something else going on?

❗Additional Chapter Warnings: Jungkook is a CG stuck in a closet, miscommunication, angst, reader is also stuck in a closet

❓A/N: behave yourselves please. If you're uncomfortable with any of the main Tags, do not read further. Thank you. Also, all chapters are bite-sized but will occur more often than other fics. Please keep that in mind ❤ asks for this AU are officially open!

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Jungkook and you are a rather odd couple.

Considering the general public opinion and view of him, you're not what people would consider a perfect fit for him. Youre soft spoken, shy and most of all cute - something people wouldn't think jungkook would go for in a girl, considering the fact that people still see him as a mere manchild, innocent and avoiding when it came to women.

The truth however, is entirely different.

Growing up being cared for and babied, jungkook feels as if people don't really see him as an actual man now that he's grown up. Sure, he's sexualized left and right, but only ever if he tries hard to appear that way. As soon as he laughs, or giggles, or simply smiles- he's back to being the nation's baby, cougars licking their teeth and others calling him innocent, submissive and cute.

He's not cute, and he's not innocent.

He'd found out about what his interests were actually called a few years back- having caught Hoseok browsing through his pinterest on his phone, pink collars and cute girls dressed in pastel clothes littering his 'for you'-page. He couldn't help but ask, interest peaked, and ever since then, he couldn't get these fantasies out of his mind. But there's a bad stigma around the whole topic, outsiders calling it the worst things possible and even a crime, or sick- and that's the main reason jungkook has to be careful, can't ever tell you.

He couldn't live with himself knowing you despise him.

But its hard, so so hard when he has to watch you play around so innocently- walking into his kitchen, grabbing for a knife with an eager hand to help him cook, knee high socks decorating your legs. "Come on small fry, let me do the cutting-" he starts, and you playfully argue.

"What, don't trust little me with a knife?" You ask jokingly, and he bites the inside of his cheek, lips in a thin line. Of course he'd never trust little you with anything sharp or dangerous. But he believes you don't mean it the same way he interprets it.

"No, I'm not saying that, you're just too li- you're too-" he stumbles for a moment over his words, tips of his ears red as he tries to paddle back out. "Aish, just let me do it!" He says,chuckling to take the bite out of his words as you give him the knife, seemingly unaware of his struggles.

You sit on the counter next to the cutting board, legs swinging in boredom, heels hitting the wooden doors underneath you. "Baby." Jungkook says, concentrating on his cutting before he reaches out a hand, placing it silently on your knees- stopping your motions.

You wish he'd praise you.

But that's not kook, and that's not what you'll ever get from him you think, as you sigh and simply watch him do his thing in the kitchen. Needless to say you liked that a lot too- watching him cook or play games or work out was something you enjoyed a lot. It made you think and sometimes daydream, no time spent with him ever enough to make you grow tired of him.

If only you could tell him about all your secrets.

Like the toybox in your room at your apartment- a locked suitcase filled with all of your little-things, a case hiding all of the things you need whenever the world gets too much. You don't want to imagine him finding out about it- your ex having already humiliated you enough, causing you to change countries and cut all contact with past friends.

You don't want to imagine what it would be like if he'd laugh at you like this as well.

Or maybe he'd think you were sick in the head, in need of help? Who knows, because there's no way you'll ever try and find out about his reaction. You'll take whatever he gives you, and until he wants to move in together with you, you're safe at home whenever the need to regress hits. You've become quite good at taking care of yourself- you can do most things alone after all.

Maybe you won't need it in the future.

"Hey, baby?" He snaps his fingers in front of you, making you fall out of your thoughts as you see him smile. "I asked if you want to set the table." He chuckles, hand in your knee leaving you. "What's gotten you so deep in thought?" He wonders, and you shake your head, jumping down from the counter to grab some plates and cutlery.

"Nothing." You simply say instead, brushing the topic off like every time.