Ask Box is Open!

At first, he didn’t seem to mind, taking it as you teasing him. But the longer it went on the more worried he got. Unable to take it anymore, Jungkook had approached you one day while you were watching a movie on his couch.

He stroked your leg, grabbing your attention. “Hey y/n, I have a question for you.”

“Hm?” You looked over to Jungkook, tilting your head.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a little more distant lately, pulling away whenever we start to get intimate, was there anything bothering you?” Jungkook jumped straight in, desperately wanting to know what was running through your mind.

You looked down, “I don’t really know how to bring it up to you.”

Jungkook moved closer to you, draping his arm over you and pulling you into his chest. “It’s okay, y/n. You can tell me anything, I’m here to listen.”

Taking a deep breath in, you finally voiced your fears to him. “I’m just… just afraid that you don’t see me as attractive as some of your exes before. Honestly, I’m not feeling so confident in the sexual aspect of our relationship.”

“What?” Jungkook was shocked to hear those words come out of your mouth. Had he not been treating you properly? He tried to think of anything he’d done recently that would give you that impression, but Jungkook knew he was a very devoted boyfriend. “No, baby I love you. Why do you feel that way?”

“Then I just don’t understand why you always pull away just before we have sex.” There, it’s all out now.

Jungkook blinked at you, dumbfounded.

Then he blinked some more.

And again.

His mouth had started to look like an open flytrap before you finally spoke up again, having all the answers you needed.

“It’s okay, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.”

Jungkook shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. “I’ve just… never found anyone I felt comfortable enough in a relationship to do it with.”

“So, us?” Of course you didn’t want to push him into anything he was uncomfortable with, but you needed to know if he saw you seriously enough to want to share something so special with you in the future.

Jungkook tilted your face up to him, cupping your face in his hands and giving your nose a quick peck. “We’ll get there, baby, I know we will. Just give it a little more time.”

“Of course.” You nodded, acknowledging that he needed his own time to reach that level of comfort and trust with you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, now it just feels like I made a big deal of nothing.”

Jungkook rubbed his nose with yours, and you sighed at the overwhelmingly gentle gesture. “You’re not dumb y/n, we just needed to talk it through. Don’t ever apologize for feeling the way you do, I love you.”

Placing your hands on top of his, you returned the favor to his own nose. “Promise you love me?”

Oh and he did more than just promise. He used that oh so sinful mouth of his and showed you just how much he loved you.

Months passed, and Jungkook never failed to show you how much he appreciated you. Though you weren’t exactly insecure, after talking to your boyfriend about your thoughts on the relationship, you were more assured in your place in his life.

You were more than surprised when one night you walked into his dark apartment, all the lights turned off. Confused, you searched around for Jungkook - he’d invited you over to show you a new game he’d just gotten. Figuring he was probably busy playing a few rounds on his computer, you headed over to his bedroom using your phone as a flashlight, not wanting to turn on his lights if he’d purposely left them off..

When you opened the door, you gasped at the sight that greeted you, almost dropping your phone.

All around the room were mini candles and rose petals, casting the walls in a warm glow. Flower petals decorated the floor surrounding the bed, but the best part was the man lying on top of it.

Jungkook lay on his side with his head propped on his arm, naked chest exposed and grinning widely at you. The rest of his body was covered by his blanket, but judging from the slight tent just below, you could tell he’d been waiting a while for you.

“Jungkook! What is this?”

He sat up on the bed, motioning his arms for you to come to him. “You like it? I did this just for you, baby.”

You nodded at him, a little distracted by his chest. Laying your back against his chest, you asked, “But what’s it for?”

Jungkook pushed you down to lay on the bed, climbing on top of you and straddling you between his legs. “I wanted to make tonight special for us,” He whispered. He leaned down and started trailing kisses down your neck towards your chest. “For you.” Raising you up slightly, Jungkook pulled your shirt over your head. “Show you how much you mean to me.”

The rest of the night was spent with Jungkook pressing his love into you, showering you with kisses and words of affection under the candlelight. It was more than you could’ve expected, the gentleness of his hands as they caressed you, the little whispers of love he moaned int your skin.

When you’d woken this morning, his side of the bed was empty and cold but the smell of a burning pan wafted in through the door. You smiled, already knowing the sight awaiting you. Grabbing Jungkook’s shirt off the floor, you quickly slipped it on, ready to catch the lovely boy in the middle of an act you were sure would be endearing.

Stepping into the kitchen, you felt a smile tug at your lips at the sight in front of you. Your boyfriend was glaring down at the pan in front of him which held what you assumed was supposed to be an omelet. It looked more like the pan had taken half of the eggs as a second layer of blackened metal while the top half was still gooey.

Jungkook tugged at his hair, hand on his hip. His nose scrunched up in that way you always loved to tease him about, and his tongue poked out of his mouth slightly. You tried not to ogle his shirtless body as you walked up behind him and snaked your arms around his waist.

“What’s up, boo?”

Jungkook jumped at your voice, clearly having been lost in thought.

Spinning around so he could hold you tighter to his front, Jungkook pouted down at you. “I was trying to make eggs for you but I think it was too hot and burned them.”

You couldn’t help but to let out at a giggle at his expression. “So how do you get half burned, half raw eggs? The math doesn’t seem to add up there, baby.”

“y/n!” he whined, bouncing up and down. “I tried, okay? I was really trying to make you a breakfast you’d enjoy before you woke up but the stupid pan decided to be stupid and burn the stupid eggs.”

You raised an eyebrow at his antics. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

Jungkook’s pout deepend. He lifted you up onto the counter behind you, stepping in between your parted legs. “Yes, and you love me because of it.”

“More like in spite of it,” you muttered under your breath.

“Huh?” Jungkook dove into your neck, tickling the sensitive skin there with his nose, holding you still by the waist as you tried to wiggle away. “What was that? I’m the love of your life? Well thanks y/n, you’re the love of my life too.”

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and snuggled into his chest. “Yeah, okay, you’re the love of my life… I guess.”

You squealed as Jungkook wiggled his arms up the shirt and tickled your sides. 

The boy only raised his eyebrows at you before continuing to munch on his chips. “Sorry, no can do, sweetheart,” he said around a mouth full of chips. “You know eating helps me focus.”

Scrunching your nose, you turned away. “That’s disgusting. Close your mouth, weirdo.”

Taehyung winked at you before sending a kiss your way. “Shut up, you know you love me.”

Feigning annoyance, you ducked your head back down to hide the blush blooming on your face. In love. With your best friend. Oh, man, if only he knew.

It wasn’t like you wanted to fall in love with Taehyung – in fact, it was the complete opposite. Your best friend is, for lack of a better word, a playboy. A girl already on his arm and flashing smirks at another before the end of the week, you could never keep up with girlfriends. You’d say you felt bad for the girls he went out with, but with his sharp jaw, teasing eyes, and that damn mouth of his, it wasn’t hard to imagine what they saw in him.

Though, you really wished you didn’t.

It’s been almost a year since your feelings for him started, and they only grew bigger every time he flashed you that wide smile of his. It’d been after a long night of studying, eyes drooping, but Taehyung always knew how to cheer you up and keep you on track.

And maybe it was the haze of sleepiness making you feel things that normally wouldn’t have caught your attention, but you couldn’t help to admire how his brows furrowed as he tried to solve the practice problem in front of him. The way he lightly bit his lip in concentration, or how he tilted his head to the side in thought, exposing his strong jawline.

But when he glanced up at you and gave you his signature boxy smile, eyes glimmering, you knew you were done for. Added to the list of all the other girls falling for his damned charms.

Your hands nervously fidgeted with the bottom of your dress as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Hair falling down around your shoulders, dark eye makeup and red lipstick, you looked completely different from just a few hours ago. The neckline of the black dress you wore dipped down to show off supple breasts with a hemline shorter than what you’d normally wear, but maybe being a little more flashy than usual might be just what you needed.

Taehyung’s friend had invited you both to a party tonight to celebrate the end of finals week, and to both their surprise, you’d actually agreed this time. You’d always declined, not wanting to deal with the smell of booze and sweat or the pounding hangover the next morning. But with finals over and no exam in sight, it was the perfect time to have some fun.

Feeling confident and ready for the night, you walked out into the living room where Taehyung sat on the couch, playing with his phone. Like the kind, loving, and not at all impatient best friend that he is, he had waited for you to finish getting ready when he walked in on time and you were still figuring out what to wear. And he had only yelled at you to hurry up a few times.

He stood up as he heard you exit the room, ready to head over to the door, but paused when he caught sight of you.

You grinned, holding your arms out and doing a little spin. “Do I look good?”

Taehyung stood there quietly for a moment, mouth slightly ajar, and you took this time to look over his outfit. His hair was parted to the side, and he wore a dark button up shirt with the top unbuttoned, giving you a full view of his long neck and protruding collarbones. He had it tucked into his black skinny jeans, and you tried not to stare at how thick his thighs looked in them.

Glancing back up, you waved your arms, trying to get your best friend’s attention back. “Tae?”

He finally seemed to snap out of it, raising a brow at you and motioning at your clothes. “You’re going like that?”

Slightly taken aback, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, why? Does it look bad?”

“No, it’s not that!” Taehyung stumbled over his words, not wanting to offend you. “It’s just… a little much, don’t you think?”

With all the effort put into dressing up, you’d hoped he’d at least comment on how good you looked. His words stung, and so you lashed out. “A little much?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he replied, “I just mean, you normally hate parties and just stay to the side, so it might get you more attention than you’re looking for.”

“Oh, so now I’m uptight?”

You don’t know why you’re being so defensive at his words. Normally, you’d brush off the way he’d tease you for being so focused on school, so why was this any different?

Maybe today, just today, you were hoping he’d finally notice you and not one of those other girls that’d be fawning all over him at the party.

“You’re my best friend y/n, all I’m saying is that you…“ He trailed off, unsure of what to say. “I’m just being a good friend and looking out for you.”

Right. Just a good friend.

You waved your arms in the air above you, dancing along to the beat of the music. Hands came up from behind and rested on your hips, pulling out a smile as he moved along with your body. Just what you needed to complete the night.

After your fight with Taehyung, the two of you made your way to the party in silence, promptly leaving him behind as soon as your feet crossed the front entrance. You were afraid the party would be too packed for you to enjoy it, but the stress faded away as the haze of alcohol took over your senses.

Grinding back on the guy, you tilted your head back and let it rest on his shoulder, reveling in the feeling. It’d been so long since a guy had paid you any attention, and even longer since you’d reciprocated. With exams being done, it felt nice to finally let loose and have a little fun for once.

And you can do it without your dumb best friend too.

Across the room, you were unaware of dark eyes running over your figure, sending daggers over to the guy with his hips just a little too close to you for his comfort. He took a sip of his drink as he leaned back on the wall, not even pretending like he was paying attention to the girl at his side desperately trying to keep him interested.

He might’ve been a little too harsh on you earlier, he admits, but he knows that the party scene wasn’t what you were into. You preferred quiet nights in, sitting on the couch watching a movie, finishing up a pizza and complaining about how the logic just doesn’t make sense. The music here was too loud, too upbeat, hands too grabby for your taste.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he saw you walk out of your room in that tight little dress that made him think thoughts too unholy for his best friend. And it definitely wasn’t because he hated the idea of other guys seeing you like this. Of other guys being able to touch you like this when he couldn’t.

So, the words slipped out before he could stop himself.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you, but these days it seemed like all he could do was lie. Lie to the girls he went out with about how much he cared for them, lie to himself that his feelings for you were merely that of a best friend. But most importantly, he felt his heart break a little every time he lied straight to your face as the words best friend left his mouth when all he wanted was something more.

And now he drowned out the bitter feeling on his tongue and filled the void in his heart with the taste of alcohol.

When Taehyung couldn’t stand the sight of you with that guy’s hands running up and down your body any longer, the sly smirks you’d flash him every now and then, he pushed himself off the wall, ignoring the girl’s protests. He marched straight up to you, grabbing hold of your wrist and dragging you down the hall, not even sparing the guy a glance.

He didn’t look at you once as he pulled you behind him, not even noticing your attempts to free yourself from his grip. Once the sound of music faded away, he stopped, causing you to bump straight into his back.

As he turned, you finally pushed his hand off, glaring up at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? I should be asking you that!” He waved back to the direction of the party. “You’ve been ignoring me all night, and now you’re all up on that random guy!”

You frowned at his words. First he says you’re too uptight, now you’re having too much fun? “Why are you so jealous?”

“Jealous?” he scoffed. “You’re just out there, dancing on whichever guy decides to give you attention like it’s nothing!”

“Why do you care?” you snapped. “I thought you’d be happy I was letting loose and having fun for once, Taehyung.”

You made to move past him, but Taehyung shoved your shoulder, pushing you back up against the wall. He placed his arms on either side of your head, caging you in. He tilted his head down, nose brushing yours.

“Cut the crap, y/n. Don’t act like I didn’t catch you looking at me when you had that guy’s hands all over you.” His growl rumbled low, leaving you weak in the knees, but you forced yourself to ignore it. He’d been acting like a brat all night, glaring at anyone that tried to talk to you, and you’d be damned if he ruined the fun.

You looked him right in the eyes, making sure to drive the point in. “Well, you said it yourself, right? We’re such good friends.” Poking his chest, you tried to keep your voice steady. “So why don’t you just go back over to that girl you were talking to and leave. Me. The hell. Alone.” You emphasized each word with a sharp jab to his chest.

Taehyung grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head, moving closer to you so that his chest was pressed right up against yours. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

His hot breath fanned over your face, so you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, trying to get away from the heat building up. This new angle exposed your neck even more to Taehyung, and you gasped as you felt his nose run along the length of it.

“Tell me you didn’t wish it was me behind you, y/n,” he whispered into your skin. One of his hands fell to your hip, gripping tightly, making you whimper at the contrast of his rough action to his soft voice.

“Tell me you didn’t wish it was my hands on your body.” Taehyung’s nose brushed your jaw just below your ear, your mouth opening slightly at the touch.

He pulled back, grabbing your chin with his other hand and forcing you to look into his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, y/n.”

You gulped, trying to clear your dry mouth. His mouth was so close, a little bit higher and his lips would be right on yours. “I can’t.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, tilting his head to the side. “Tell me what you want, then.”

“I want-“ you cut off, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Taehyung’s thumb rubbed gently at you chin, urging you forward. “Go on, tell me. What are best friends for, hm?”

Fuck it, you thought, alcohol buzzing through you. It’s now or never.