#100ways

pairing; jungkook x female reader

❥ way of saying ily; “call me when you get home”

word count; 438

➵ part of ot7 series ‘100 ways to say i love you’

“i should get going.”

you watch jungkook sit up on the couch, a small frown upon your lips. the cold air hits you where his warm body has been covering you for the past hours. you feel goosebumps rise beneath your (his) sweater, ignoring them as you sit up along with him. you let your head fall to his shoulder, pouting. jungkook glances down at you, noticing the pout and letting a chuckle escape his lips.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

you wrap your arms around his arm, preventing him from getting up from his seat. it felt like he had just gotten here and now he’s leaving again, leaving you to your own devices until you see him next which won’t be before next week. that is a long time without his cuddles, you think to yourself as you tighten your hold on his muscular arm.

“don’t leave,” you mumble lowly, just loud enough for jungkook to hear the sadness lying underneath your words.

he coos, swiftly pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. you’re still pouting, a complete contrast to his bunny grin. god, why is he so cute?

“don’t be a baby,” he softly teases you, “a week is not that long, you know?”

sighing, you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingertips playing with the hair in his neck. “still,” you pout, “pretty sure i won’t survive without your kisses.”

jungkook smiles softly at you, leaning in to press a longing, soft kiss to your lips. you cup his face, hoping to keep him closer for a bit longer, but there’s none of that as he pecks your soft, pouting lips a few more times before pulling away. 

“walk me to the door?” he asks, pleading eyes looking at you from beneath his unruly, curly dark hair. you nod, feeling him take another small piece of your heart when he pecks your lips one last time before beckoning you to get off his lap so he can get up.

you watch him again, watching him slip on his chunky sneakers and his bomber jacket that is two sizes too large for him. when he’s fully dressed to leave, he looks at you, a small smile on his face. he offers you a hand, a hand you grab without hesitation. he hugs you close to his chest, arms around your shoulders, engulfing you in his warmth one more time before he has to leave for real.

“call me when you get home?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper as you move to look up at him. 

100 WAYS — Jackson Wang

41. “Go back to sleep”

stuffs: aftermath of a nightmare, twinxiety (metamour twins dating virgil), mention of trauma

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It was dark when Virgil sat up, breathing fast. His eyes darted around the room, looking for the twins. “Ro?” he said. “Re?”

The two named Sides on either side of him stirred. They were light sleepers, so Virgil felt a little guilty for waking them.

“Virgil?” Roman murmured. “Are you okay?” He sat up in sync with Remus.

Virgil let out a sigh of relief when he saw that his boyfriends were there and safe.

“What’s wrong?” Remus asked.

“Bad dream,” Virgil said. “She was hurting both of you…”

‘She’ usually meant the Dragon Witch, but it wasn’t hard to understand why, with all the trauma she’d inflicted on Virgil.

“It’s okay, Vee,” Remus said. “We’re here, see?”

Virgil scanned the twins for any injuries or other hurt. They understood what he was doing and showed him that they were physically fine. Virgil sighed in relief.

They all knew that the Dragon Witch was dead, but Virgil’s trauma and anxiety often acted like that didn’t matter. Seeing that his boyfriends were okay, and that he himself was okay, was the best thing they could do.

“Go back to sleep,” Remus said. “We’re okay.”