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SpicyNoodles: this is the most realistic relationship simulator ever

SoftNation: SHE SAID DISHES, JEON. DISHES

JKsstrongestsoldier: free my boy he’s overworked and underpaid

Softsbby: The only acceptable words out of JK’s mouth should be YES CHEF

“Backbone my ass,” you mutter, rolling your eyes while you wash the dishes your damn self.

The two of you are at your apartment in Atlanta, shoulder to shoulder on the loveseat in your streaming room, two hours deep into Overcooked 3 in partnership with Nintendo and Ghost Town Games.

Three weeks prior, Nintendo reached out to both of you, pitching a two-part joint collab to promote the Switch 2. Overcooked 3 being one of the console’s exclusive releases.

Nintendo is one of the biggest brands to ever contact you, so of course you weren’t turning the opportunity down. Gabbie nearly cried when the email came through.

And you can’t lie, you were buzzing too. Your platform’s grown a lot these past two months. More supporters. More partnerships. More gamers reaching out to collab.

You accepted a few, but denied most, not having the energy to deal with potential clout chasers or monitoring spirits.

But there was one person you just couldn’t seem to turn down.

And that was the knucklehead currently dwarfing your couch, long legs stretched out, tongue pressed into his cheek as his fingers tap away at the controller.

You sigh, for several reasons, diverting your eyes back to the game, juggling a stack of dishes across the screen.

Plating the pasta, you send out just enough orders to get you to three stars. Switching into cruise control as you wait for the timer to run out.

“FINALLY!” you shout, throwing your hands up. “We made it past the level! I thought we never would with all your dilly-dallying.”

Jungkook drops his controller into his lap dramatically, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “Put some respect on my name. That comeback was led by me.”

“You burned three pastas,” you deadpan. “If not for that, we would’ve hit Michelin star status.”

“Oh really?” He pins you in a stare. “Should we rewind to the round where you served raw fish?”

“That was a game bug!” you defend, lip jutting out slightly. “Why let me plate it if it’s not done?!”

He just stares at you, eyes glinting, knowing you’re full of it.

You hold his gaze trying to maintain a poker face as he smirks at you, lip rings bobbing when he nibbles on his buttom lip.

But the longer his doe eyes bead into yours, the more the temperature rises beneath your skin, forcing you to look away.

Coquetteprincess: Bro I feel the tension through the screen😩😩

GoldenSoftfirstborn: Oh I’m so clipping that😏

Jkstip: Man I wish I could be a fly on the wall when they-

Thisis4: SoftKook is literally the best streamer couple out here hands down!!!!!🥰🥰

SoftxKook: I’ll die on this hill.

Cherryyymilkk: Why can’t they just kiss already 😫😫

“Alrighty, Riot Squad! That’s all we’re allowed to show you from the game,” you beam, shoving your complicated feelings down as you smile at the webcam. “But if you want more of these fun, and slightly rage-inducing, puzzles, make sure you check out the Switch 2, out now!”

“And don’t forget to tune into my channel tomorrow night,” Jungkook adds, leaning closer to the mic. “We’ll be tackling one of Overcooked’s most complex recipes and finding out who the real chef is.”

“Pft, it’s me obviously,” you say, flicking your hair over your shoulder. “No need to debate. I have my ancestors guiding me.”

He shrugs. “Can’t argue with that, but judging by how you literally almost burned the kitchen down last night cooking us dinner, I don’t think I have much to worry about.”

Your eyes widen slightly, hating how domestic that sounds with no context. The fans are having a field day.

Kiwidream: WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?! DINNER?!?!

stripedzebra: soft cooked for golden…oh yea she’s a goner

Jeonssriottt: that’s so cuteeee I literally love them so muchhh🥹🥹🥹

mellyyyy: tell us the storyyyyyyy

Miraclewhipped: was there dinner and a dessert 😏 iykwim

Plantdadddy: so when’s the wedding🫩🫩

Softsbabygrl: SOFT YOU’RE SO CLOSE TO 15K

Since Jungkook was scheduled to arrive in the evening, you and Gabbie thought it’d be nice to prepare dinner for him.

Her idea.

But neither of you were exactly skilled in the kitchen.

And once Gabbie popped the cork on that bottle of wine, she was a wrap, leaving you to handle the rest.

The recipe was simple.

Baked lasagna. Garlic bread. Tossed salad.

Two of those were already done.

Your mistake? Forgetting to set a timer on the bread, because you got distracted the second Jungkook walked into the kitchen.

“Need some help?” Jungkook asked, coming up beside you at the sink. He leaned against the counter like he did it all the time.

The two of you had grown closer over the past few months. Texting damn near every day, streaming together every other week. But you hadn’t physically seen Jungkook since Chicago, so you weren’t prepared for how seeing him in person would hit you like a cinder block to the chest.

He just kept getting finer.

You shook your head, hopefully hard enough to will the thought away. “No, you’re the guest. Just relax. I know you had a busy day at the airport.”

Peeking at him, your eyes lingered on the damp hair that clung to his forehead, the thick forearms exposed beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie.

“Shower warm enough?” you asked, scrubbing a little too harshly at an already clean bowl.

He nodded. “Yeah. Thanks again for letting me stay here with you guys. Your apartment’s dope. Though I’m not sure how much Drew is feeling me.”

A soft laugh escaped you. “Yeah, she doesn’t really care for anyone besides me.” You snuck another glance at him, meeting his eyes this time. “But maybe she’ll come around?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, and you didn’t miss the way the veins flexed along his forearms. “I think I can get her to warm up. I’ve got a little experience defrosting feisty cats.”

You narrowed your eyes, pointing the sponge at him, unbothered by the water that splashed onto his face.

Served him right.

“Did you just compare me to my cat?”

“Kinda like when you compared me to Bam when you met him,” he said with a chuckle.

“Touché,” you muttered, turning back to the sink. “But I’m not frosty.” Your brows furrowed despite yourself, a pout tugging at your lips.

That earned another low chuckle from Jungkook.

And if your ears hadn’t deceived you, you could’ve sworn he mumbled, “Cute,” under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, shutting off the sink, turning to give him your full attention.

He raised a brow and sniffed dramatically as he ignored you completely. “Is something burning?”

Your eyes widened and you rushed to the oven, yanking the door open to reveal the charred remains of your garlic bread.

“Shit.”

Blinking away the memory, you shoot Jungkook a mean side-eye. The smell of burnt garlic still fragrant around the apartment.

“Anyways,” you say quickly, attempting to ignore his teasing, “make sure you tune in tomorrow night on GoldenJJK’s channel!”

Jungkook gives a lazy salute toward the camera.

“I love you guys always, thanks for hanging out,” you add, already reaching for your mouse. “Catch you tomorrow!”

When the stream cuts, you don’t hesitate. A pillow is in your hand and flying across the short distance in the next second, smacking Jungkook square in the face.

“Ow—” he laughs, catching it before it drops. “What was that for?”

“You know exactly what that was for,” you snap, though there’s no real heat behind it.

Jungkook blinks at you once. “Wow. Violent. Is this how you treat all your guests?”

“Only the ones who air my business on live,” you shoot back, folding your arms.

He grins, unbothered. “I said almost. I was being generous.”

“You were being messy,” you correct. “There’s a difference. You know it doesn’t take much to get the fans going. I can already see the unhinged rumors forming.”

“Oh yeah?” He tosses the pillow back at you, much gentler than your throw. “And what are they saying, [+]? Was there dinner and a show?”

Your jaw drops comically in shock at his words, earning a deep laugh from him as he rests his head on the couch.

“Jungkook-“ You start, comeback on the tip of your tongue, but Gabbie bursts through the door before you can get it out. Waving her hand animatedly.

“[+], you hit 15K followers on Twitch!” She shouts thrusting her phone in your face.

“What?” You ask, eyes widening as you read the numbers on your Twitch account, going up by the minute. “This is crazy!”

“No girl, this is manifestation. I’m so proud of you!” Gabbie squeals, throws herself into your lap, peppering your face with kisses as you smile.

“Thank you, Gabbie. I appreciate the love,” you laugh, wiping at your face. Sometimes she acted more like a mother than a best friend.

“Congratulations, [+],” Jungkook adds from beside you. “You deserve it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you joke. “Let’s not act like you aren’t partially responsible for this.”

Jungkook straightens. “I’m not, [+]. Give yourself more credit. You worked hard for your platform, this is your hard work paying off.”

He shrugs, softly. “I might’ve helped accelerate the growth, sure. But people chose to stay and subscribe because of you.”

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, heat creeping up your neck, settling in your cheeks in a way you don’t quite know how to manage.

“You earned this. I won’t let you sell yourself short.”

“Thanks…Jungkook,” you say meeting his eyes, “that was nice of you to say.

“Well I mean it.” He confirms, holding your gaze, long enough for your stomach to flutter.

“Okayyyyy!” Gabbie claps loudly, disrupting whatever is brewing between you two. “That’s enough emotional growth for one night.”

You groan. “Gabbie—”

“Nope,” she cuts in, already grabbing her phone. “You hit 15K, this is a milestone that must be celebrated. We’re going out.”

“Gabs, seriously it’s fine. Let’s just chill tonight. We can order in food and—“

“Sections already booked! Can you be ready in two hours Jungkook?” She asks completely ignoring you.

“Yeah, that’s doable he says rising to his feet.”

You gape. “So I don’t get a say in the matter?”

“Nope,” they answer in unison.

And just like that, they disappear down the hall, leaving you sitting there Flustered, outnumbered, and apparently going out tonight.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you apply the last bit of blush before setting your face with way more spray than necessary.

You were going to be in a packed out club for God knows how long. You needed your makeup to hold.

Pulling the clips from your hair, you run a wide tooth comb through it for the hundredth time, silently praying your leave-out doesn’t betray you.

You’d used every heat protectant and holding spray in your apartment to make sure your hair withstands what you’re about to endure.

Unplugging the flat iron, you ignore Gabbie calling your name as you take in your reflection in the full-length mirror.

Despite not being a fan of clubbing, you were a fan of looking good.

So you went all in.

True Religion low-rise jeans that hugged your ass just right, a backless black silk halter that exposed all your hard work in the gym, and matching black kitten heels low enough you wouldn’t be complaining by midnight.

Gold bangles slide onto your wrist with a soft clink, followed by a stack of necklaces and hoops. Just enough shine to catch the light without trying too hard.

You tilt your head, giving yourself one last once-over, snapping a few pics for the gram.

Yeah. This’ll do.

Heading downstairs, you scan the living room, finding no sign of Jungkook. Just Gabbie, thumbs flying across her phone like usual.

She’s wearing a shimmery gold, skin-tight mini dress that glows against her brown complexion, hair pulled into a sleek ponytail and wedges so tall they nearly bring her to your height.

“We’re going to be late,” she says without looking up. “Jungkook’s downstairs trying to convince the Uber driver not to leave us. Let’s go.”

She’s already halfway out the door before you can grab a jacket off the rack.

Locking up in a hurry, you follow after her. “Slow down, Gabs. I’m pretty sure the club isn’t going anywhere,” you joke, matching her pace in seconds.

She shoots you a look, eyes flicking to your ears. “Are those my earrings?”

Immediately, you speed up, slipping past her toward the elevator. “Maybe you’re right. We should hurry.”

Outside, regret hits instantly. The cold bites at your skin, goosebumps rising the second the wind brushes past you. Spring is less than a month away, but Georgia clearly hasn’t gotten the memo.

You spot Jungkook near the curb, mid-conversation with a man beside a black Escalade, his back turned as you approach.

“Sorry for the wait, sir!” Gabbie calls out, catching Jungkook’s attention, though his eyes find yours first.

You take him in.

Baggy jeans. Leather jacket. Silver chains resting against his chest. His hair styled off his forehead in a way that makes your fanny flutter.

Why couldn’t he just stick to the baggy tracksuits he always wore?

“[+], get in!” Gabbie snaps, pulling you out of your not so discreet ogling.

You slide inside, already annoyed to be stuck in the middle seat as Jungkook climbs in after you, shutting the door.

Your knees brush as Jungkook settles in, a jolt of electricity shooting through you sharp enough to steal a breath. His cologne fills the space, distinctly him.

“You smell good,” Jungkook murmurs, low enough that it almost feels like he’s reading your thoughts.

“Oh?” you shoot back, ignoring how the compliment settles warmly in your chest. “So I smell bad any other time?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You really can’t take a compliment, can you?”

You purse your lips and shrug, playing it off. Jungkook only smiles to himself, turning to stare out the window, the city lights catching in his reflection.

Living twenty minutes away from downtown Atlanta, it surprisingly only takes you forty minutes to get to the club. Thankfully traffic wasn’t as backed up.

“Damn,” Jungkook says, helping you and Gabbie out of the SUV. “Look at that line.”

“Relax,” Gabbie assures, already strutting toward the entrance. “We won’t be standing in it.”

Jungkook walks beside you, a step closer than normal, but you don’t comment. You could use his warmth right about now.

“Why not?” He asks brows furrowed.

“Cause Gabbie’s man owns this club,” you reply, lifting a hand in greeting as Jae, the bouncer spots you, waving y’all through.

The bass hits before you even make it inside. Thick, vibrating through the narrow stairwell as you descend onto the main floor.

The club is exactly what you’d expect from someone with money and taste.

Sleek, dark, and expensive.

Matte black walls broken up by LED strips pulse softly with the music, low amber lighting catching on mirrored panels and chrome accents. Everything feels intentional.

And packed.

Bodies move in tight clusters, the air warm with perfume, sweat, and bass so heavy it rattles in your chest. People laugh loudly, shout over the music, hands already in the air despite it barely being past eleven.

“The sections in the back,” Gabbie shouts over her shoulder, weaving forward. “Stick close.”

She grabs your hand without hesitation, pulling you into the crowd and you instinctively reach back, slipping Jungkook’s hand into yours, tugging him along.

You don’t know why you do it, positive his tall, thick frame is more than capable of maneuvering through the crowd.

But the second his fingers interlock with yours, cold rings cooling your palm, you say fuck it, following Gabbie through the cluster of sweaty bodies

The three of you move like that through the crowd. Gabbie tugging you forward, you pulling Jungkook along behind you. Lights flashing overhead, everything blurring except the warmth in your palm.

When you finally reach the elevated section, Gabbie drops into the booth with a satisfied sigh, already flagging someone down.

You release her hand.

But Jungkook’s is still in yours.

His thumb brushes against your knuckle, subtle enough it could be accidental. You glance at him, catching the way his brows are lifted just slightly, a quiet question in his eyes.

“Oh—” You pull your hand back, embarrassment pooling in your stomach. “Sorry.”

He huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t be.”

You slide into the booth, heart still racing, trying to ignore the phantom warmth lingering in your fingers.

Jungkook drops into the vacant seat across from you, long legs stretching out as his eyes sweep over the club with open curiosity.

“Don’t get comfortable,” Gabbie shouts at you over the bass, “We’re hitting the dance floor as soon as the first round of shots gets here.”

You groan, leaning back against the leather. “You know I don’t really drink like that.”

“And yet,” she says sweetly, turning to Jungkook, “she always survives.”

Jungkook glances between the two of you, amused. “How many shots are we talking?”

“Two,” you say immediately. “Max.”

Gabbie rolls her eyes. “[+] says that every time.”

“I mean it every time,” you argue, then glance at Jungkook. “I just don’t like being drunk. Tipsy is fine. Anything past that and I start losing brain cells.”

His lips twitch. “Noted.”

The drinks arrive moments later. Salt, lime, tiny glasses lined up like trouble. You lift yours, hesitating for half a second before clinking it against theirs.

“To fifteen thousand,” Gabbie cheers.

You knock it back, wincing instantly. “Ugh. I can’t get used to the taste.”

“Well you better try,” Gabbie says, already reaching for a second shot, “cause we got many more rounds to go—oh shit. Oh shit. This is my song!”

“Alter Ego” blasts through the speakers, the bass rattling the table.

She’s on her feet immediately.

“Gabbie…” you start, but she’s already grabbing your wrist, dragging you up and into the chaos of the dance floor.

You stumble after her, laughing despite yourself as the crowd swallows you whole.

The two of you fall into rhythm almost immediately, hips rolling and shoulders loose as you bounce to Doechii’s single, the bass syncing with your pulse. For once, you’re not overthinking it.

Just living in the moment.

It turns out you came on the perfect night. The DJ keeps the energy high, blending house music with upbeat R&B, each song flowing seamlessly into the next. You barely realize how much time has passed until your legs start to burn.

At some point, Gabbie leans close, shouting something about more shots before disappearing into the crowd.

You slow, suddenly alone. And that’s when you remember there’s a third person in your party.

Eyes drifting instinctively, you glance towards the section where Jungkook sits.

He looks… settled, nodding along to the beat with a halfway empty drink in hand. He scans the crowd absentmindedly, relaxed in a way you haven’t really seen before.

Jungkook must feel your stare, because you only get a few more seconds in before his gaze lifts, locking with yours.

Your heart lurches and you blame the alcohol, warmth blooming in your chest as you stand frozen under his attention. Ignoring the way bodies brush past you on either side.

“Free Fall” by Kaytranada fades in. Durand Burnarr’s voice smooth and intoxicating. And something in you loosens.

Fuck it.

Tilting your head, you lift a finger in a silent invitation, come here, before turning back around, hips swaying easily with the beat.

You don’t look back to see if he follows, though something in you tells you he will. You just sing along to the track, mentally preparing yourself for what you’ll do when he reaches you.

There’s no game plan. Just a quiet prayer that you aren’t about to embarrass yourself.

Halfway through the song, you feel a presence behind you. Firm hands settling at your waist, pulling you flush against a body that moves with yours.

Your breath hitches at the boldness, eyes traveling to where the hands grip your waist.

Though your body goes rigid when you recognize who they belong to.

“Hey, baby. Miss me,” Mathew slurs into your ear, breath pungent with too much booze.

You peel his hands off you and step away, irritation flaring hot and fast. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Can you not take a hint?” You exclaim, irritation clear in your tone.

Mathew lifts his hands in mock surrender, grin lazy. “Chill [+], I thought you were signaling for me,” he glances down at your waist. “The way you was moving them hips felt like an open invitation.”

Your jaw tightens, somehow still amazed by his consistency to be a total asshole.

“What?” He continues, clearly unbothered by the irritation spreading across your face. “You telling me, you were signaling for somebody else?”

Scoffing, you cock your head, glaring into his lidded eyes . “You are deluded. And way too drunk to be starting with me right now. Fuck off before I call security.”

It seems your rejection only stirs him on, Mathew crowding into your space, the press of bodies boxing you in from all sides.

“Why you trying to act all brand new, [+]?” he slurs, voice thick as he leans closer. “Why can’t we just start over?”

His hands clamp onto your hips, grip firmer than before, possessive in a way that makes your skin crawl. “I ain’t as bad as you make me out to be. Yeah, I fucked up, but I know better now.”

“Do you?” you bite back, anger flaring hot in your chest. “Because if you were half as smart as you claim, you’d know when a girl says no—”

You shove your palm into his chest, hard.

“—she means no.”

The force is enough to knock him right on his ass, surprise flashing across his face as the crowd is forced to part around him.

If there was anything Mathew hated more than being told no, it was being embarrassed.

“Fuck you do that for?” he shouts, stumbling as he scrambles back to his feet.

A few heads nearby turn. Someone mutters under their breath, and another person lifts their phone, not even trying to be subtle.

Great. All you needed was to end up on TheShadeRoom. What the hell was taking Gabbie so long?

“Because you need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, Matt,” you snap. “We aren’t together anymore, and I’m not going to keep explaining that to you. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

You spin on your heels, chest tight and desperate for air. But you don’t even get an inch from the scene before you’re slamming into a broad chest.

Hands find your shoulders instantly, steadying you as you step back.

“[+], it’s me,” Jungkook says, voice concerned. His eyes flick briefly to the man still glowering behind you before locking back onto yours. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, swallowing. “I’m okay. I just… I need some air.”

His grip doesn’t loosen. If anything, it firms, sliding to your lower back as he gently guides you forward, creating space between you and the crowd.

“Come on,” he says quietly. “I got you.”

Forcing your way through the jumble of bodies, it feels like you don’t make it outside fast enough. You shove the metal back door open and suck in a deep breath of cold air.

“Fuck,” you groan, leaning back against the brick. “This is why I don’t go clubbing.”

Jungkook takes the space beside you, close but not crowding.

You pull out your phone, letting Gabbie know what went down before slipping it back into your pocket. Tilting your head, you rest it against the cool mortar.

The cold seeps into your skin, chill bumps rising along your exposed arms as you focus on slowing your breathing. Willing the tightness in your chest, and the frown pulling at your mouth, to ease.

Jungkook stays quiet, steady at your side, letting you come back to yourself at your own pace.

At least five minutes pass like that. Shoulder to shoulder in the alley, the bass from inside muffled through brick.

“Here,” Jungkook finally says, shrugging out of his jacket. He holds it out toward you. “Take this.”

“It’s fine, Jungkook. I’m okay.”

He snorts softly. “[+], seriously. Take it. I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here.”

You glare at him for half a second, then sigh, accepting defeat as you slip the jacket on.

The warmth hits instantly. His scent lingering in the fabric clean and familiar. The weight of it settles around you like a shield.

“Better?” he asks, looking down at you.

You nod, fingers curling into the sleeves. “Yeah… thanks.”

“No problem…” Jungkook drawls out a breath and you can see the gears turning in his head.

Raising a brow, you encourage him to speak.

“That guy…,” he starts, voice cautious. “That wasn’t your—”

“Ex,” you scoff, blinking slowly as the joke of a relationship flashes through your mind, nothing but regret settling in your gut.

“Yeah, that was him. Mathew. He’s a streamer too. We broke up so long ago but his ego won’t let him move on. Now he milks our relationship every chance he gets, constantly trying to “rekindle,” like he didn’t drag my name through the mud for months without a care of how people treated me.”

“Damn,” Jungkook mutters. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I wish I would have gotten to you sooner.” He shakes his head, hands sliding into his pockets.

You shrug, uninterested in pity. “It is what it is. If he taught me anything it’s that nothing good comes from dating a streamer.”

Jungkook’s brows furrow at that, lips parting like he wants to reply.

But he bites his tongue. Jaw tightening as his gaze drifts off into the distance.

Something tugs at your chest, the quiet realization settling in that you just possibly drew a line that is irreversible.

But it has to be like this. You couldn’t handle another public breakup. Not again.

A gust of wind cuts through the alley, and Jungkook reaches out without thinking, tugging the jacket higher on your shoulders.

“If you feel up to it, we should probably head back. Find Gabbie.”

Your eyes drop to the concrete. “Yeah,” you say after a beat. “I think that’s a good idea.”

Offering a small smile, more for yourself than him, you step away from the wall.

Jungkook grabs the door and the two of you descend back into the club, though at this moment, it’s the last place want to be.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Jungkook asks, glancing at you from where he stands in front the kitchen island.

The two of you are currently setting up for part two of the collab.

Jungkook’s spent the last twenty minutes ensuring all the cameras are set up, while you assemble the cooking equipment and ingredients.

At least, that’s what you should be doing.

Instead, you’re standing there like a bump on the log, far too deep in your own head.

You just couldn’t shake last night.

Fortunately, your altercation didn’t make it to TheShadeRoom, but it did hit social media. Clips of you shoving Mathew already circulating across platforms from different angles.

Gabbie’s been working overtime to diffuse the situation, and truthfully, it isn’t anything major. You haven’t lost any partnerships or brand deals. And your following is very much still in tact.

But Mathew’s entourage of supporters have made it their mission to drag you through every comment section possible.

And he’s done absolutely nothing to stop it.

Like usual.

Glancing up from the ingredients you’ve been toying with, you plaster on your most reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… can’t remember if I added two tablespoons or two teaspoons of salt to the bowl.”

Jungkook gives you a scandalized look.

“Not the chef with ancestral talent making rookie mistakes,” he says, shaking his head. “I thought you said you knew your way around the kitchen. Don’t start slipping at my expense.”

Rolling your eyes, you dump the salt back into the container, measuring it again.

“Oh please. Nobody’s slipping. It’s the manufacturing. Maybe they should do a better job differentiating a tablespoon from a teaspoon,” you defend, holding up the two measuring spoons.

Jungkook only purses his lips before coming around the island to lean beside you.

He watches as you measure the salt out perfectly this time, attention never leaving you.

“I don’t need supervision to measure salt, Jeon. I know what I’m doing.”

“I just have to make sure my sous-chef isn’t trying to poison me,” he says lightly. “Or worse, give me high cholesterol.”

“Yeah right, like a little salt is going to mess up your perfect physique.”

You regret the words instantly, hating the way Jungkook’s grin spreads.

“Oh, so you think my physique is perfect, huh?” he teases, voice dipping lower, dark eyes sparkling down at you.

You squint up at him. “Yeah. Like a Ken doll. Plastic.”

Moving around him, you wash your hands in the sink, laughing at his dramatic gasp.

“There is nothing plastic about this body, [+], and you know that. I worked hard for this physique that you gawk over.”

Turning back to him, your mouth drops.

His grin only grows wider. “See?”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, hanging your head in defeat. Okay, he gagged you.

Jungkook laughs with you, his smile softening. “That’s better,” he says quietly.

“What’s better?” you ask, peering up at him.

“Your smile. And not that half-assed one you gave me a few minutes ago.”

You don’t know how to respond to that, face warming as you look away, suddenly very interested in wiping down the already spotless counter.

“Whatever,” you mutter, reaching for a dish towel.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh but doesn’t press further, pushing off the counter to grab the mics from the table.

“Alright,” he says, handing you one. “I think we’re good to go.”

You clip the mic to your shirt and give a quick nod. “Let’s do it.”

Jungkook moves toward the camera setup, pressing a few buttons before stepping back behind the island.

A small red light flickers on.

Joining the live from his phone, Jungkook watches as fans flood into the stream, numbers skyrocketing in seconds.

Usernames blur together in a cascade of greetings, heart emojis, and all-caps excitement.

Thr0@tgoat: omgeee they’re back

NEEDDTHATT: PART TWO LET’S GOOO

SOFTXGOLDEN: KOOK LOOK UP

GOLDENSBABIEE: CHEF SOFT I MISSED YOU

jjkswifeyyy: wait I just got the notification

“Hi guys!” Jungkook greets, waving toward the camera. “Thanks for joining tonight’s stream. It’s going to be a fun one. Let’s get some black hearts in the chat so I know everyone can hear and see me okay.”

Black hearts flood the chat almost instantly, earning a grin from both of you.

“Sweet. Let’s get into it! I haven’t done a cooking stream in a while, so I thought, why not switch things up tonight? And what better way to do that than with a guest.” He gestures toward you. “Everyone show some love to SoftRiot.”

You wave at the camera, smiling softly. “What’s up! I hope you guys forgive me after tonight’s stream, because I’m definitely going to demolish your fav in the kitchen,” you tease.

Jungkook scoffs.

“Puh-lease. Never in your wildest dreams.” He claps his hands together once. “But anyway, let’s get into what we’re cooking tonight. Soft, would you like to do the honors?”

“Of course.”

You lean forward and lift the lid off the large tray sitting on the counter, revealing a spread of ingredients needed to make pizza.

Jjkkbbyddy: THEY GOT THAT ZA

softiepiee: pizzaaaa yummm

Jkloverrr: I can’t believe JK decided to film with someone who openly assaults people

Partypartiyahhh: ohhh I’m sat! this is going to be hilarious

“Since we’re following the OverCooked recipe book,” Jungkook continues, “I figured it’s only right we dress the part.”

He rounds the counter and pulls two chef coats out of his bag.

“You are not serious right now,” you laugh, taking one from him.

“Oh, I am. Try it on.”

You slip on the white coat, only to realize immediately that the sleeves are a little too long, making it almost impossible to button properly.

“Here, let me help,” Jungkook offers with a laugh, reaching for your hands.

Gently, he rolls your sleeves up before buttoning the rest of the coat down the front. The small gesture moving you more than it should.

Though you burst out laughing when you take in his appearance. “Jungkook, you definitely gave me the wrong coat.”

He looks down at his tight fitted coat compared to yours and shrugs. “Nah, I think that one fits just right.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, Jungkook continues on, unfazed

“Alright,” he exclaims, drumming his hands on the counter, “let’s get started!”

He flips open the OverCooked recipe book with exaggerated seriousness. “Two cups of flour, one packet of yeast, warm water, olive oil and salt. Sounds easy enough!”

Dumping the yeast into the bowl filled with water and sugar, you snort, “yeah, yeah. Just keep reading.”

Jungkook guides you through the instructions, pitching in here or there to help stir as the dough begins to form.

Well…almost.

“Is it supposed to be this sticky?” You ask Jungkook grimacing as the dough clings to to your fingers

“Chat, did we miss a step? Maybe we should add some more flour?” Jungkook ask peering at his phone.

Pixelpixkel: duhhh!! Add more flour!

Serenicjacey: FLOUR FLOUR FLOUR

H0rnieforGold: how do fix you a broken pizza? … with tomato paste BAHHHHAHAHH

SoftxGolden: Bro they are so cute and domestic, they need to move in together asapppp

GetSoftBanned: Ugh, Soft is so annoying. How does she still get to have a platform after last night 😒😒

“Mods let’s be more active in the chat please,” Jungkook says catching your attention. He shakes his head. “Just a few stupid comments, nothing to worry about. But anyways, they say we need more flour!”

“Can you grab it please, my hands are sticky,” you ask, kneading the dough.

You expect Jungkook to reach in front of you to grab the flour, but instead he reaches behind you. Chest brushing against your back as he stretches for the bag sitting at the other end of the island.

“Got it,” Jungkook says, sprinkling some on top of the dough.

You glance over your shoulder. “You could’ve just gone around.”

“But that’s so much work” he replies, watching you knead. “And you’re doing it wrong. Put a little more elbow grease in there.”

Without thinking he joins you, hands brushing against yours as the two of you knead the sticky dough complacent.

You try not to react to his close proximity, knowing the fans are probably clipping the both of you this second for fan edits. But you can’t help little flutters that develop in your stomach.

Jungkook has to stop this madness. Making you overreact from little gestures like a high schooler.

This is strictly work.

Shifting away from him, you wash your hands in the sink before oiling the bowl. Allowing Jungkook to place the dough inside and cover it up to rise.

“Now for the pizza sauce, but with a twist!” he exclaims, face lit with mischief.

“What do you mean a twist, Jeon? We barely made the dough correctly,” you question skeptically.

“We have to add in some obstacles. Spice things up.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a pair of noise-canceling headphones and a blindfold. “So one of us will work blind while the other is deaf.”

“This sounds disastrous for my kitchen,” you say, both amused and unconvinced. “What else do you have in that bag?”

“No, it’ll be fine. Come here,” he says, gesturing for you to step closer.

You do, slowly.

“I know you don’t want to mess up your hair, so I’ll be careful,” he teases, sliding the noise-canceling headphones over your ears. “Hear anything?”

Reading his lips, you shake your head, and he gives you a satisfied thumbs-up.

A second later, music filters through the headphones, the velvety voice of Bruno Mars filling your ears as Risk It All begins to play.

You can’t help the way your heart skips a beat, recognizing the melody instantly.

Is he messing with you right now?

“Interesting song choice,” you tease, though it doesn’t land as snarky as you intended. Voice weak as your mind races on why this of all songs has to play.

Jungkook glances down at his phone, face heating instantly, something you find even more amusing now that you can’t actually hear his response.

“It wasn’t intentional! I just put my playlist on shuffle,” you barely make out, his mouth moving a mile a minute.

“Whatever you say, simp!” you shout over the track. “Turn around so I can blindfold you.”

Jungkook spins, crouching slightly as you place the blindfold over his eyes, his hands brushing yours while he holds it in place.

Strawberrycream: yessssss this is genius

Jungkooksthirdleg: OH MY GOSH DID HE PLAY RISK IT ALL FOR SOFT?!?!

JJKslovelywife070: Jungkook this should be your last Collab with this b*tch

Softsluvrgurl: Soft looks so cute dwarfed in that chef jacket oemgeeee🥹🥹🥹

20sumthn: All she does is complain this is not entertaining

Startariotttt: All these hate comments are not ittt, leave Soft alone IMMEDIATELY

“Good?” you ask.

He rises slowly, hands stretched out cautiously in front of him.

You don’t catch his reply, the music blasting too loudly, so you assume he’s fine, judging by the way he’s already grabbing wildly at everything on the counter.

“Okaaaay,” you say loudly, giggling. “Let me take over.”

You read the instructions aloud, grabbing the tomatoes and cutting board as you start chopping them for the sauce, head nodding faintly to the beat playing through your headphones.

Jungkook hovers beside you, one hand wandering dangerously close to the knife.

“Stop, I’m holding a knife!” you shout, quickly dropping it before he loses a finger.

Jungkook pouts, lips jutting out as he lifts his hands in surrender. “I feel useless.”

“This was your bright idea, ratatouille,” you laugh, grabbing a clove of garlic to

place in his palm. “Here, peel this please.”

You continue to chop, ever so often brushing against Jungkook when he gets too close, spatial awareness clearly out the window.

“Move,” you say loudly, nudging him with your hip.

He stumbles half a step to the side “Bossy,” he mutters.

Once all the veggies are chopped, you slide them into the pan. And as you reach for a spoon to stir, Jungkook’s hand lands on top of yours, fingers curling instinctively.

Slowly, you glance up at him. But of course he can’t see you doing it. “Is this the spoon?” You read from his lips.

“Does it feel like a spoon, Jeon.” You say slipping your hand out from beneath his, placing the spoon fully in his grip.

“Stir.”

Jungkook obeys, moving the spoon through the pan without a care.

Sauce splashes everywhere , staining his white coat.

“Gentle!” you wince, grabbing his wrist to slow him down. “You’re not mixing cement.”

He grins at that, clearly proud of himself. “My bad.”

Lord, give you strength.

Sprinkling salt and oregano into the pan, you nod to yourself before suddenly remembering a debate the two of you had earlier.

“Oh!” you exclaim, grabbing Jungkook’s phone from beside the tripod.

He immediately notices your absence. “Where are you—”

“Chat!” you shout happily, holding the phone up. “Important question.”

The comments scroll rapidly across the screen, viewers eager.

“If you had to put pineapple on pizza or ranch on pizza, which one are you choosing?”

Soft4Goldennn: eeeeyyyyuuucckkk who tf likes pineapple on pizza

Whizzkidzz: Soft you are so f*cking annoying 😒

Jigglyjelo: Pineapples!!!!

Mathewshoe: better question: abuser or liar? How about both 🖕🏽

Bananamilkk: is it weird to say boaf?!?!🌝

Jkkkkkkk87: Jumpscare get this troll off the screen

Softergalll: I’m a ranch sluttttttt

Your brows furrow as you scroll through the comments, the smile slowly falling from your face as more and more hateful messages flood the chat.

They’re nasty.

Calling you names. Attacking your character. Some even wishing harm on you.

You’re so wrapped up in reading them that you don’t realize Jungkook has been calling your name until his hand wraps gently around your wrist, peeking out the blindfold.

“What are they saying?” he asks curiously, taking the phone. “Pineapple, right? I told you it was a delicacy.”

Staying quiet you remove the headphones, watching his expression harden as he scrolls through the chat.

“So mods,” Jungkook says after a minute, voice stripped of any amusement, “I’ll let it be known this is your last day working with me if comments like these keep getting through.”

He turns toward the camera.

“And to those of you so-called supporters speaking negatively in the chat, you can exit now or risk getting banned. Because no supporter of mine is going to disrespect someone I invite onto my stream.”

You clear your throat softly, stepping forward before it gets too serious. This was a paid sponsorship after all.

“It’s okay, Jungkook,” you say with a small shrug, waving your hand like it’s nothing. “A few trolls in the chat aren’t going to bring me down.”

Your smile returns, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “And besides,” you add quickly, clapping your hands together, “we have a pizza to finish!”

Moving back toward the counter, you pull the dough from the bowl where it’s been resting.

“Alright chat, moment of truth,” you say, dusting the surface with flour. “Let’s see if this thing actually rose.”

Pressing your fingers lightly into the dough, satisfaction fills you when it slowly springs back.

“Okay, not bad,” you nod. “We might not embarrass ourselves after all.”

Jungkook doesn’t move, eyes still trained on you like you’re a bomb that will explode any minute.

“Jeon,” you say, eyes pleading. “You gonna help or just stare at me all day?”

That seems to snap him out of it.

“Right,” he says, stepping forward. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Dusting his hands with flour, Jungkook splits the dough in half, grabbing his portion and twirling it in the air like a pro.

You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of how accurate his toss is. “Okay, hidden talent!” you tease, struggling with your own.

Jungkook shrugs. “You know I’m a jack of all trades.”

Setting his perfectly round dough down, he comes up behind you, cautious as he asks, “Can I help?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, but you nod anyway, allowing him to step closer as he positions your arms for what he calls “the perfect toss.”

“The trick is to toss it like a frisbee, but up instead of out, catching it on balled fists,” he instructs, guiding your hands into place.

You nod, trying to focus on the dough in your hands and not the way his chest is nearly pressed to your back.

“Okay… like this?” you ask, attempting a small toss.

The dough barely lifts before flopping back down unevenly over your hands.

Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh behind you. “Not exactly,” he murmurs.

His hands close over yours without hesitation this time, adjusting your grip, fingers nudging yours into position, wrists tilting slightly upward.

“Loosen up,” he adds softly. “You’re too stiff.”

You swallow. “I wonder why,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

You try again. This time, with his hands still over yours, you toss the dough just a little higher.

It spins unevenly, but better.

And for a split second, it actually looks like it might work.

Until it tilts.

“Wait—” you start.

Both of you reach for it at the same time. Hands colliding midair, knocking the dough completely off course as it slaps down against the counter with a sad, uneven splat.

There’s a beat of silence.

Then you burst out laughing. Jungkook groans, dropping his head forward slightly, just barely missing your shoulder.

“Wow,” he says. “That was entirely your fault.”

You twist in his hold, staring up at him in disbelief. “My fault? You grabbed my hand!”

“You were panicking!”

“You were hovering!”

He opens his mouth to argue, butpauses.

Because you’re closer than either of you realized. Close enough you could count the lashes on his eyelids if you wanted.

Neither of you move for a second. Lost in a weird, charged staring contest that has your heart feeling it may burst out of your chest.

Jungkook clears his throat first, letting go of your hands and you dart away

“Lopsided pizzas aren’t so bad,” he shrugs, voice strained.

You turn back to the counter, nodding quickly. “Yeah…it adds character.”

What the fuck was that?

In an awkward silence, the two of you begin loading the toppings on your pizzas.

Jungkook attempting to crack jokes that just don’t land. Your head somewhere else completely .

This stream needed to end before you went back on everything you swore off.

As the pizzas bake, you step away to reset, trying not to think about all the little touches you shared, the song choice, the way he looks at you like…

You shake your head.

This is just content. You can’t get it confused.

When the timer beeps, you make your way back, taking a deep breath and putting on your poker face.

“Yuck, Jeon. I can smell your pineapples cooking,” you tease, grabbing plates from the cabinets.

“Says the girl who topped her pizza with grass as if it would make it healthy,” he jabs back. “It’s pizza, Soft. It’s already unhealthy.”

He pulls your pizza out first, and your mouth waters instantly. You’re surprised at how good it turned out.

Jungkook pulls his out after, and it actually doesn’t look all that bad, but you don’t tell him that.

Slicing and plating the pizzas, the two of you each grab a piece.

“Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for,” Jungkook says, blowing on his slice. “The mukbang!”

He takes a bite, and you follow suit, cheese stretching perfectly between your teeth.

“Mmm!” The sound leaves both of you at the same time. The two of you dissolving into giggles

“Why are we synced like that?”

“That just means it’s good,” he grins, taking another bite. “Chef Soft might actually know what she’s doing.”

“Might?” you question.

Jungkook hums, chewing thoughtfully before holding his slice out toward you. “Here. Try mine.”

You blink at him. “Be serious. I’m not eating pineapple pizza.”

“Soft,” he sighs, already stepping closer. “Just try it.”

“No.”

“Just one bite.”

“No, Jungkook—” You cut yourself off when he lifts the slice closer, eyes fixed on you with that same stubborn look you’re quickly learning means he’s not backing down.

Partypartiyeah: IS HE ABOUT TO FEED HER?!?!?

butterfly07: I wish I had a free bag of chipppssssuhhh

ItsnotV: Bro Soft stop fighting ittttt you know you want that Golden dihhh

Mauriieieee: Oh to be that slice of pizza right now

“Are you serious right now?” you mutter.

“Very.”

You hesitate for a second too long.

And that’s all the opening he needs. Jungkook tilts the slice slightly. “Open.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

He raises a brow.

You huff. “…If this is nasty, I’m ending the stream.”

“Noted.”

Reluctantly, you lean forward and take a bite. Jungkook watching your reaction closely as you chew.

“…Oh.”

His grin widens. “Yeah? Told you it was good.”

“I didn’t say all that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Rolling your eyes, you offer him a bite of yours, which he takes eagerly.

“Alright,” he claps, around a bite. “Before Soft admits I’m the better chef, let’s wrap this up.”

. “Don’t hold your breath,” you mumble.

“Thank you guys for tuning in to part two of the collab,” he continues, gesturing between the two of you. “This was actually a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, it really was,” you agree, smiling at the camera. This time, a little more genuine.

“And shoutout to our sponsors,” Jungkook adds. “Make sure you guys check out Overcooked 3, exclusively on the Nintendo Switch 2”.

“And if you click on the links in our bio, you can enter for the chance to win a free bundle of both,” you add on. “So don’t wait, enter now!”

Jungkook nods. “And don’t forget to follow SoftRiot if you haven’t already! She’s a great alternative to when I’m not online.”

You shake your head, “Well gee, thanks for the plug I guess.”

Jungkook grins. “Alright, we’re logging off. Goodnight, you guys!”

“See you next time!”

“Come on Rochelle! Hurry up and reload!” You whisper-shout, fingers jamming against the controller.

Switching to your melee weapon, you swing at as many zombies as you can. But you can only do so much damage before it breaks, the horde cornering you from every angle.

“Where the fuck is my backup,” you whine, desperately trying to clear a path. But there’s too many of them and too little of you, Rochelle ultimately getting killed by the mob.

“This is why I don’t play with bots,” you groan, pausing the screen for a mental break.

You look at your phone which reads 1:30 a.m. Damn, you didn’t realize you had been playing this late.

After the stream ended you helped Jungkook clean up, before fleeing to your room, desperately needing some alone time from him. The internet trolls. Your thoughts. Everything.

Your mind feels like a maze with all these mixed emotions and you needed an escape. Which is how you ended up on the couch in you living room. Drew tucked in your side while you play your comfort video game.

“Left 4 Dead?”

Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, scaring the complete shit out of you.

You nearly jump out of your skin, spinning around as his figure comes into view, illuminated by the glow of the TV.

“I haven’t played this game in a minute.” He admits, glancing at your stats. “A little rusty I see.”

Taking him in, you notice he’s wearing glasses. Black frames perched on his nose as he squints at the screen.

Slowly you turn back around, scratching Drew’s head, trying you calm your racing heart.

“I’m not the problem…it’s the bots,” you mumble. “They keep leaving me stranded.”

“That’s what they all say...” Jungkook teases rounding the couch. “Mind if I sit.”

You stare at him, contemplating in your head. Really you weren’t going to tell him no. You knew trying to hide from him wouldn’t go to plan by camping out in the living room.

But you also knew spending more time with him wouldn’t resolve your complicated feelings.

“Sure but…it’s kind of late. Don’t you need to get some sleep for you flight tomorrow?” You ask.

Jungkoo drops down on the couch, cushion dipping under you as he gets comfortable. “I can always sleep on the plane,” he shrugs glancing at you. “But if you want to be alone I can take the hint.”

You shake your head, violently, southern hospitality kicking in. “No, it’s all good. As long you don’t make comments on my aim.”

He makes a gesture of zipping his lips and you smile. Picking up the controller, you start the match over, feeling more pressure to perform well now that Jungkook is watching.

Yet, somehow you play ten times worse, barely making it to the same area you died at the previous round.

“Damn it, you groan, pausing the game and flinging the controller on the couch. “You see it right?! Them leaving me to fight all these zombies alone with no health packs! How the fuck am I supposed to get through the gate?!”

He tilts his head his head to the side. “Well…you do kind of keep wandering off on your own,” he admits. Failing to hide his smirk. “Maybe try staying with the group more?”

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, Drew purring in your lap. “Jungkook please, don’t rage bait me, I’m already going through a lot of shit right now. Real shit.”

He bursts out laughing and you roll your eyes, dragging a hand over your face not to join in.

“You got another controller?” Jungkook asks and you hop up.

“What kind of gamer would I be if I didn’t?” You scoff,grabbing the spare off the console and tossing it at him. “Who do you take me for? An amateur?”

He opens his mouth and you cut him off, pointing at him. “Don’t you dare answer that.”

Laughing, Jungkook shakes his head in defeat.

Connecting him to the game, the two of you launch a new round, locking in immediately.

You have to admit, having his help makes the map feel so much easier as Jungkook’s pretty much demolishing the zombies left and right.

He has your back with every corner, watching you as you heal up or get surrounded and vise versa.

The two of you get so entrapped in the game that you don’t even realize you’ve been playing for two hours, until one of the controllers die.

“Damn, it’s three already?” Jungkook yawns, stretching his limbs as you put up the gaming equipment. “Time really does fly when you’re having fun.”

You can’t help but laugh at him, flopping back on the couch. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’m serious,” he says, glancing over at you. “I actually had a really good time today.”

Your chest tightens slightly.

“And… I’m sorry about the comments earlier,” he continues. “I talked to my mods. They should’ve been more vigilant. You shouldn’t have had to see all that.”

His expression softens, something more careful settling in his eyes. “I hope it didn’t mess with you too much.”

You shrug, keeping your tone light.

“It’s not your fault, Jungkook. You can’t control what people say in your chat.” A small pause. “And I’m not new to hate comments. It stung in the moment, but I’ll get over it.”

“Just like I have before.” You glance at Jungkook, giving him your best reassuring smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes and he catches on immediately.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Jungkook says.

Your brows furrow. “Do what?”

“Put up a front with me,” he responds. “You’re allowed to have feelings, [+]. It’s okay not to be fine all the time.”

Drew shifts in your lap, settling more firmly against you like she can sense the tension creeping in.

Why do you suddenly feel so exposed?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deflect, avoiding his gaze. “I am fine.”

Though the words feel more like something you’re trying to convince yourself of than him.

“Hey,” Jungkook continues, sliding a little closer, his knee brushing yours against the couch. “I’m not trying to push you or anything. I just…” He pauses, choosing his words more carefully this time. “I don’t want you to fake it with me.”

A beat.

“Yeah, I know, Jungkook. And I appreciate it. It’s just…” You inhale, going back and forth on whether to lay everything out or not.

A beat passes.

“Okay, fine. I’m not okay,” you admit with a sigh. “I’m frustrated, irritated, hurt—I’m a lot of things right now, and I hate that. Especially over a situation involving Mathew.”

Jungkook stays quiet, listening attentively.

“I just want to be done with him. I’ve moved on, but he keeps dragging it. Getting fans involved, fucking with me publicly. All to keep his messy ass following intact.” You let out a breath, shaking your head. “It’s exhausting.”

“And I’ve been trying so hard not to give him a reaction, but there’s only so much I can take.” Your voice tightens slightly. “I’m not about to keep being his scapegoat.”

“And you don’t have to,” Jungkook reassures as he shakes his head, jaw tight. “Have you thought about getting a legal team involved? Because at this point, he’s messing with your image for his own gain.”

“I didn’t want to take it that far,” you reply, shaking your head. “Gabbie suggested it after the second incident, but I thought it would stop after that… and then he did something else.”

You rub a hand over your face. “I wish I never got involved with his ass. If I had known dating another streamer would come with all this headache, I never would’ve done it.”

The room falls quiet, the low hum of the ceiling fan filling the space between you.

“You know we’re not all like that,” Jungkook says, breaking the silence and catching your attention.

His expression is neutral, but there’s something else peeking through. Something vulnerable and raw.

“Yeah… shit, I’m sorry, Jungkook. I shouldn’t generalize like that,” you say quickly.

Jungkook shakes his head lightly. “No, need to apologize,” he says. “I get why you feel that way.”

A second passes, his gaze dropping briefly before lifting back to you.

“Its just…” he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kind of sucks hearing you say that when I’m—”

He cuts himself off, jaw tightening like he’s debating whether to keep going or not.

Bu he chooses to continue.

“When I’m trying to show you I’m not like that.”

He holds your gaze. “I’ve been trying to go about this the right way,” he continues, words coming a little faster now, “so you don’t feel like I’m coming on too strong… or trying to use you for clout. Which I’m not.”

A breath.

“But…” His voice dips slightly. “I am interested in you. And I think I have been since the first night we met.”

“What?” you say, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he nods, running a hand through his hair, a little more self-conscious now. “I like spending time with you… and getting to know you these past few months has only made that clearer.”

He huffs out a small, nervous laugh.

“I just didn’t want to mess it up by rushing you or making it feel like content.”

You shift on the couch, taken aback by his confession. In all honesty, you’re surprised. Yeah, the two of you “flirted,” but that was always playful. Something easy to brush off as banter for the stream.

Until recently.

And you had been working so hard to bury whatever small crush you had on him, but this just dug it right up.

“Jungkook, I—” you falter, throat tight. “I feel a little lost right now.”

He doesn’t interrupt, patiently allowing you to find your words.

“I think you’re great. Like, genuinely,” you continue. “And I like hanging out with you too, but… I can’t do another public relationship. I can’t go through that again.”

Jungkook nods slowly, like he expected that. “It doesn’t have to be public,” he says, voice steady. “I meant what I said earlier. I like you for who you are in real life. Not for anything online.”

You hesitate. “I hear you, but…”

“I’m not asking you to jump into anything,” he adds, cutting in gently this time. “And I’m not trying to convince you.”

“But if that’s what’s holding you back then we don’t have to publicize what we do when we’re together.”

Your brows knit slightly.

“No more collabs,” he continues. “No streams. Nothing that gives people the opportunity to define our relationship for us.”

His gaze softens, never wavering. “Just us. On our terms.”

A heavy silence settles between you. Charged by words you’re too afraid to say, a response you can’t give. His words replay over and over in your head, but nothing comes out.

Jungkook watches you for a moment, something close to disappointment flickering across his face.

Then he nods, slowly in understanding.

“You don’t have to answer right now,” he says quietly. “Just… think about it.”

You watch as he stands, retreating back into the guest room, chest feeling heavier with every step he takes away.

Great.

Now your head is even more scrambled than befoere.

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