#jeongguk react

Except that Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. He was a professional tennis player and spent most of the year traveling the world. During the few spare days that he had in between playing tournaments, he flew home and the two of you spent the time tied up with each other in your apartment.

Your arrangement with Jungkook wasn’t necessarily only physical. The two of you had been close friends before you started sleeping together and you always thought of him as a kindred spirit. But you had asked him once what the two of you were and he had denied any form of an exclusive relationship.

His answer at the time hadn’t bothered you much and the great sex was another reason to keep your arrangement going.

~

You were finishing the last touches of your makeup when you saw Jungkook approach you from behind in the mirror. He wrapped both arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, admiring your reflection.

“It’s not fair,” you whined with a pout. “You always look so good in that shirt and you know what that does to me.”

“Oh, really?” Jungkook teased with a grin. Grabbing your hips, he spun you around to face him so that he could lean down and pull you in for a kiss. By the time the two of you broke apart, your face was slightly flushed and you definitely had to re-do your lipstick.

“You can tell me all about what this shirt does to you after dinner, Y/N. I made reservations so we can’t be late,” Jungkook smirked. He gave your ass a playful tap as he left the room first to wait for you by the front door.

~

The fancy restaurant Jungkook brought you to was a definite upgrade from the usual all-you-can-eat sushi place the two of you tended to frequent together. You wanted to question why he brought you to such a place but Jungkook was happily chatting away about his last tournament, not picking up on your confusion.

“The strawberries and cream are to die for,” he enthused. “You should come with me next time.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. This was a first. Jungkook never invited you to his tournaments. You repeatedly told yourself that the two of you didn’t have that type of relationship and yet here he was, blurring the lines again.

“What are we doing, Jungkook?”

“What do you mean, Y/N? We’re clearly here to have dinner.” His grin was teasing but you needed answers.

“You know that’s not what I meant. What are we doing, Jungkook? This isn’t how it works. You can’t take me to fancy restaurants or buy me nice gifts or invite me to your freaking tournaments. I’m not your girlfriend.”

Jungkook’s smile disappeared and you couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him this serious.

“I don’t want this to just be some sort of thing anymore, Y/N. I don’t want you seeing other guys. I want to buy you nice things and I want to show you off at all my tournaments.”

“But you said…”

“I know what I said but that was months ago, Y/N. I don’t want some sort of arrangement with no strings attached. I’d take those strings and make pretty little bows out of them if it meant that tied you to me. My feelings have changed and I’m hoping yours have too.”

Your lips quirked up at that.

“Pretty little bows?” Jungkook blushed a little when he realized you were teasing him.

“I want to be your boyfriend. Tell me you feel the same, Y/N.”

In hindsight, this probably wasn’t so unexpected but now that things had ended up here, you’d be an idiot to deny your feelings for Jungkook. Smirking, you reached across the table to take his hand in yours.

“Does this mean you’re paying for dinner?”

Heads turned as Jungkook all but jumped out of his seat. Leaning down to cup your face between his hands, he pulled you in for a searing kiss as the other patrons hooted and hollered at the spectacle.