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Turning around at the sound of your voice, Jungkook smiled at the image you in the process of waking up, bleary eyed and bushy tailed. The impending game tonight did leave a heavy weight on his chest when we woke up, but he felt it resolve as soon as he saw you with half lidded eyes, staring at him with an equally tired but adoring smile. It was times like this when he momentarily forgot about all his responsibilities and burdens because by god was he blessed to have the most beautiful partner in crime, and that wasn’t the athlete in him talking. But only momentarily because he remembered why you were swaddled in grey sheets and looking at him as if he was about break all ten commandments at the same time by doing one thing: exercising in the morning.

“How are you feeling, champ?,” you asked softly as you see Jungkook lean down to warm up his body with those god awful push ups.

“Don’t jinx it babe,” was all he said through deeply measured breaths as he lifted and lowered himself, arm muscles bulging from under his loose pajama shirt. If there was one thing you loved about sleeping with Jungkook, it was that he didn’t sleep naked to show off like all the other athletes did just to wake up with rock hard nipples from the almost freezing temperatures. Thankfully, your boyfriend was a lot smarter than that, choosing to deck himself out in long pants and fleece lined shirts, serving as a personal heater wrapped around you.

“It’s not considered jinxing if I believe it’s going to happen,” you argued, shuffling to the edge of the bed where you leaned your head down to watch him go at it in the spot right next to you on the floor.

Today was a big deal to both him and the entire university population along with half the state. Somehow, the university’s team had made it through an entire season undefeated which put them at the number two spot in the nation, but you knew part of it was because Jungkook had bulked up over summer and was given the position of starting quarterback. It also meant they were up against what was considered the powerhouse of college football for a division 1 championship title: Penn State.

“You know,” he breathed out, doing one last push up before moving himself over to where your upper half was hanging off the bed, “None of this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you.”

Oh god. Cue the dramatic music followed by an eye roll. Mornings with Jungkook were just like any other domestic couple, but sometimes, just sometimes, the boy was convinced that his corny jokes and cringe worthy compliments would be appreciated. They were never welcomed.

“Oh Jeon Jungkook. Leave it to you to make a usual morning cheesy and dramatic,” you smiled, a playing smile on his lips as well as you pecked him on the forehead before moving off the bed and into his fuzzy slippers that were about ten sizes too big for you.

“You better not be going to the floor bathroom like you did last time,” he called over his shoulder as you gathered your toiletries in your arms.

Making a show of turning around slowly, you faced the boy with a challenging look and a slight quirk of your eyebrow. You take note of how his arms tensed, muscles straining against the fabric that was usually loose at the sleeves, and his jaw tightened. Man was your boo hot when you worked him up just enough.

“I don’t like,” he seethed, taking wide strides over to where you stood, rooted to your place as your eyes followed his every move, “when my teammates eye out what’s mine,” he all but growled. Once he reached you, standing so close that a sheet of paper couldn’t even fit between the two of you, he took hold of your waist in a gentle grasp, a drastic contrast to his tone of voice which made you shudder. He stood a good eight inches taller than you but that didn’t matter when his forehead leaned down to connect against your own, holding you close to him just to breathe you in.

“Well then that’s your fault for choosing to dorm on an all boys floor,” you whispered playfully, leaning up to capture his lips against your own in a sweet but private kiss, shifting your hands so it rested against his soft but chiseled chest.

“I’m going to my dorm, don’t worry. Meet me in the lobby in an hour?,” you asked, cutely tucking your head under his chin so your ear could clearly hear the steady beat of his heart.

“Hmm depends,” Jungkook mused, an adoring smile playing on his lips as he rocked the two of you back and forth to a nonexistent rhythm, “Will I be promised a good luck breakfast?”

His arms traveled up to rest around your shoulders in a safe and warm embrace, cocking his head to look down at your face. Moving your head to have your chin rest against his chest, he raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes in a playful but questioning expression making you giggle.

“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes, putting some space between the two of you but allowed him to keep his fingers intertwined with yours, “Just go run your eight miles.”

“For you, I’d run eighty miles,” he said, making you groan in how cheesy and cliche he was being. Jungkook just laughed at your exasperation, pulling you into him one last time. You didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling. Landing a kiss at the crown of your head, he sweetly led you to the door of his dorm where he opened it like a gentleman and pushed you through it like an asshole.

“Later loser,” he said with full affection, landing a soft pat to your butt.

“Bye shithead,” you waved, blowing him a kiss as he watched you walk down the hall and up the stairs.

An hour later, true to your words, the two of you were walking out of the building, hand in hand, decked out in full winter coats and layers of jackets. While usual couples would dress up a bit before driving out to have a nice breakfast together on a Saturday morning, you and Jungkook would put coats over your home clothes and walk to the nearest iHop which was conveniently placed right outside of campus.

“How were the guys this morning?,” you asked, swinging your interlocked hands higher and higher with each step.

“They tried to go on my run with me. Half of them dropped out after the first three miles, the other half were only coming in after I already showered,” he laughed, tugging your hand into his coat pocket where three hand warmers were placed so you didn’t somehow dislocate his or your shoulder.

“It’s not their fault you literally sprint your way through eight miles!,” you said, coming to the other boys’ defense because you knew how your boyfriend was. “You get your blitz practice through your morning run. What a man.”

“Shut up,” he smiled, pinching your side with his free arm, making you laugh and dodge his attack. From an outsiders point of view, the two of you seem like the perfect couple, the epitome of college lovers, and yeah, you would agree with them. Y’all were in love as fuck.

Entering the iHop at 7 in the morning was something Darla, the hostess that worked the Saturday morning shift, was accustomed to, her face lighting up as the two of you stepped into the restaurant right on time.

“It’s a big day,” the old woman squealed, leading the two of you to your usual table without even taking menus with her. “I hope you’re getting the Champion’s special. You need to eat like one if you hope to become one.”

“Thanks Darla, but I don’t wanna toot my own horn or anything, especially when Penn state is the best in the nation,” Jungkook said humbly, flustered from all the fuss the old woman was making.

You smiled as he took your hand from across the table like he usually does, weaving his fingers with yours subconsciously while his attention was on Darla.

“Nonsense,” she almost yelled, “This is the first time that damn university had gone undefeated since I graduated from there. And let me tell you honey, that was a long time ago.”

Promising to consider getting the small feast that was the Champion’s special, Darla had wished him luck and gathered you in a small hug of your own before moving away to greet the other guests.

“Hey Kathy,” you smiled at the waitress who also happened to be your lab partner, “We’ll have the usual, but this time, can you add an extra order of scrambled eggs?”

“Sure thing,” the girl said, her sweet southern accent friendly and familiar. As she wished Jungkook good luck tonight as well, your boyfriend breathed a sigh of relief when she was out of earshot.

“What’s up baby bubble?,” you asked, concerned as he looked more tired and worn down than he did this morning, face darker than you felt comfortable.

“It’s just,” he sighed again, eyes focusing on his busy fingers playing with yours, “I don’t want to get their hopes up then let everyone down. I don’t  want to not live up to their expectations.”

You saw the hesitation and fear in his face and you frowned. There was so much he needed to live up to with so little space for error that you could understand where he was coming from. Hell, you’d be more concerned if he wasn’t terrified of messing up. But Jungkook had always been a little self conscious and insecure about his abilities especially because he hadn’t been the star player he was at the beginning. Even through that, everyone knew he was talented enough to deserve every praise, you knew he deserved every title and every award he was given. You just needed him to see why.

“Hey,” you said softly, tilting your head to the side to catch his eyes, “You’re not going to live up to their expectations, you’re gonna exceed them. I believe in you, Tae believes in you, your parents believe in you, the whole university believes in you. But just because they believe in you doesn’t mean they don’t believe in your team as well. You guys are solid and practiced and passionate. You’re not walking out on that field alone, Jeon Jungkook, there are tons of people in the corner with you.”

He took in your words, letting them sink into his brain and ring in his ears as the food starts to come out, one by one. As you were about to pull your hand away from his to start eating, Jungkook tugs it back, slowly lifting it up to kiss your knuckles softly.

“Thank you,” he whispered, giving you an award winning smile like you knew he would and finally facing the food with widened eyes.

“Holy shit what the hell did you order?,” he almost yelled, looking at the table almost filled to the edge with plates of food.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you pouted as he pointedly looked at you. “My baby ain’t going out there unfueled, thank you very much. No quarterback boyfriend of mine is going out there without a fully nourished body.”

Staring at you, you just looked at him with an accusing face, not backing down.

“God I love you,” he groaned, making you smile as he picked up his fork and started digging in, not forgetting to cut pieces of pancake to feed you because he was just cheesy like that.

“I wonder if they know how disgustingly cute they are,” Kathy mused, standing next to Darla as the two women looked over at the couple giggling in the corner booth, feeding each other with more and more pieces of pancake to see who could fit more in their mouth.

“I’m sure they know, those assholes,” Darla smiled, wishing the two of them happiness in the innermost thoughts of her conscience.

“I feel like I ate a small whale,” Jungkook whined, your hand back in his as the two of you walked back onto campus, taking a detour back to the dorms so he could fulfill his pregame ritual.

“Well you have an insanely high metabolism so in a few hours that small whale will feel like one leaf from a salad,” you laughed, reaching up to fix his beanie over his dark brown hair, pulling it back down into place and landing a quick peck onto his cheek.

It was only nine in the morning and he didn’t start practice until two in the afternoon so you both decide to walk off your ridiculously large breakfast and took the long way around the campus. It seemed to be freezing out but the both of you knew better because you were out and about after all. Some days were just too cold to even consider stepping outside.

“Are you gonna be sitting with mom and dad again today?,” he asked, looking over at you questioningly. From the start of the season, Jungkook’s parents had started coming to every game to see their son play, and every game, you sat next to them, cheering him on.

“Yeah. Too bad Taehyung has to lead the marching band tonight. He would’ve loved to watch you play,” you sighed. Taehyung was Jungkook’s best friend and also one of the three drum majors of the university’s marching band which worked out well for a while. Jungkook would play and Taehyung would get into the games for free to watch him, but somewhere down the line, Taehyung had gotten good at being the drum major and suddenly, football games were more of him conducting than him watching.

“It’s alright. I saw him this morning, sleeping on the toilet with his score taped to his forehead. Poor guy’s really outdoing himself,” Jungkook said, chucking at the memory of a dazed Taehyung with his eyes barely open behind his thick glasses, walking around while he conducted a nonexistent band.

“It’s been a while since the band had to break out the piece of victory,” you agreed. The university’s marching band had certain pieces that they played for specific occasions, one of those occasions being a won championship title. Like Darla said in the restaurant, it’s been a good forty years since they last broke it out so it’s not a surprise that Taehyung had to learn it from a score and not from ear.

“Let’s hope his efforts don’t go to waste,” Jungkook said, turning the corner to reveal the stadiums entrance area and the big fountain in the middle of the clearing.

One of the many rituals Jungkook took part in before a game was the tossing of a coin into the bucket on the statue. He had some kind of superstition that if he landed the coin in the bucket, which was a good seven feet from the edge of the fountain, on the first toss, then they would have a successful coin toss once the game started. He had explained to you one night how winning the coin toss at the beginning of the game is crucial; it determines if he plays or not and in a way, it determines the advantage of one team over the other. You thought it was silly, but this was Jungkook so you let him be. If it made him feel better, it made you feel better.

While he dug around in his pockets for loose change, you broke away from his hand to walk around the fountain, thinking of all the times you had been here with him in the exact situation, yet you never stopped to fully take in the beauty that was the design of the marble and rock. Being an arts major, you had learned to appreciate beauty from the outside in. Maybe that’s why you fell in love with Jungkook.

Looking over, you ran your eyes over the same body you’ve known for almost three years. You took in his boyish features partially hidden behind a scarf, his tall and muscular build of a seasoned athlete, his dark brown hair that everyone assumed was black but you knew better. The wind was nippy and the temperature was cold, but when you looked at him doing the most mundane thing, he was looking for a coin goddamnit, you felt warm inside.

“Babe come ‘ere,” he waved you over with crinkled eyes and you knew he was smiling behind his scarf. When you reached him, he took your hand, kissed your open palm through your mittens, and replaced his lips with a quarter in the middle of your hand.

“I want you to do it with me,” he said, hope laced with his honey voice. “I want this toss to be done together. You don’t have to shoot for the bucket if you don’t want to it’s just- I want you to do this with me.”

Staring up at his big, bright eyes, you saw what you failed to see in other men: sincerity. Jeon Jungkook never dealt in uncertainties and never did anything half as well as he could have. He only worked in full, the living definition of go big or go home. So no, you couldn’t say no to the man that made your heart do mysterious things, taking the coin and closing your eyes to transfer your wish into the small piece of metal.

I wish for a lifetime of happiness for Jeon Jungkook.

“Ready?,” you hear him ask next to you, his voice just above a whisper even if it were only the two of you here.

Nodding you opened your eyes and focused on the bucket which seemed so far away. For a moment, you considered just tossing it into the basin of the fountain just to save yourself from embarrassment, but you realize just how important this wish is and tell yourself to get it together. Eyeing the large enough opening in the stone, you watch as Jungkook’s coin smoothly goes in, hearing a faint clang of metals. Suddenly, you’re letting go of the coin in an underhand position, holding your breath as you watch the coin’s projectile, hoping that you didn’t screw this up enough that it doesn’t land in the bucket.

Hearing the metal clang made your heart jump into your throat.

“Whoo!,” Jungkook yelled, picking you up by the waist and spinning you around before setting you back down on the ground. His eyes were sparkling under the white reflection of the freshly fallen snow and his lips were curled up in a soft smile making him look like an angel. You felt like you were looking at him for the first time, your heart in a familiar frenzy as you smiled back at him closing your eyes as he pressed a simple kiss to your forehead.

“Just because you made that shot, I’m gonna win the coin toss tonight. All because of you,” he joked, making you groan and laugh at the same time. He held on tight to your waist as you both started back to the dorms.

“Shut up. What’ll happen if you don’t win the coin toss?,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Nothing because that won’t happen because my girlfriend is fucking magic,” he said nonchalantly, shrugging as you softly punched his chest, laughing in embarrassment.

“You’re the very one telling me not to jinx it and there you go,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook just smiled and before you knew it, he was lifting you up onto his shoulder and running down the concrete.

“Oh my god! Jeon Jungkook put me down you behemoth!,” you screamed, hitting your boyfriend’s back and kicking your legs as if that would deter him in any way.

“My girlfriend is fucking magic!,” he just yelled making some students who were jogging or just walking around turn to look at the two of you, spinning you around, making you squeal and laugh, empty threats of killing him if he didn’t put you down.

It was times like this that made you understand how lucky you were. This boy, Jeon Jungkook, made a simple day brighter just by being by your side, by laughing and smiling without reservations even when he was plagued by his own stress. As the two of you happily laughed and screamed both at and with each other into the emptiness of a saturday morning, you couldn’t help but hope your wish from the fountain came true because even if it wasn’t with you, your boyfriend deserved the world because he was more than willing to give it to you.

A few more hours past with the two of you just lounging around Jungkook’s dorm, some of the boys coming in and out of the room to ask mundane questions or sneak some of your boyfriend’s protein powder into their juices as if that would help them with anything. Taehyung came in at some point, going off about how he was going to seriously hurt Jungkook if they don’t win tonight because that would mean he spent 28 hours memorizing a 15 minute piece for nothing. But the other ended up staying in the dorm with you two, taking over Jungkook’s spinny chair and rolling around the room, humming an unfamiliar melody.

“What time do you have to be down?,” Taehyung asked Jungkook, looking over at the other boy who was cuddling you on his bed.

“2 hours. Pregame practice was extended. You?,” Jungkook asked back, lazily turning his eyes back to where his laptop was playing the an old episode of the Magicians for you to catch up since you refused to watch any of the newer episodes with him until you were caught up completely.

“2 minutes,” Taehyung laughed, slouching back into his chair, “I don’t wanna play tonight I just wanna watch I mean it’s not every season my best friend annihilates the field.”

“Tell Tommy to take over for once,” Jungkook suggested, pulling you closer to his chest as scenes of Alice as a niffin played loudly from the speakers.

“Tommy’s pretty shit at waving his arms around,” Taehyung sighed, pulling himself up and out of the chair. “Looks like it’s times to frantically search for my uniform that’s probably still wrinkled from the last game. See ya on the field JK.”

Waving the other goodbye, it was back to just you two in the room, allowing you to take his full focus again. In two hours, Jungkook would be out of your arms and on the field, running drill after drill to perfection, but before that, you were gonna get in a good two hours of cuddling because damn was the boy soft when he wanted to be.

“Oh I forgot to give you something,” Jungkook started, shifting in the blankets and hopping off the bed, making you whine from the loss of warmth. “You’ve been wearing my old number for like, the whole season.”

“Yeah because you couldn’t find a jersey with your new number on it,” you confirmed, still focused on the screen in front on you and the blankets he left you swaddled in, “We had that whole argument about it remem- God Julia you fucking bitch! What the fuck are you doing?!”

Laughing into his closet, Jungkook shook his head at the intrusion of you yelling, focusing on finding that small box he hid somewhere in here as soon as it came in the mail so you wouldn’t have the chance to ask what it was.

“Of course I remember. That was by far our stupidest fight and we fought over whether tomatoes should be considered a vegetable,” he mused, turning over some dirty clothes he still needed to wash, rummaging through old shirts old shirts and socks that never found their pair, “I can’t believe you didn’t talked to me for a week.”

While other couples had their own unique pastimes like volunteering at animal shelters or taking care of old people’s groceries, you were proud to say that you and Jungkook’s pastime is nothing as progressive nor useful to society. Instead, the two of you engage in pointless and borderline chaotic arguments that usually end up in kisses and giggles anyway. And yeah, everyone pretty much hates them for it.

Once he found the box still taped and unopened, Jungkook took a deep breath, fighting the urge to pinch himself and check if he was dreaming.

“Here. Open it,” he prodded softly, moving his laptop so he could sit on his desk chair right in front of the bed facing you.

Smiling cautiously, you slowly took the box from him, shaking it first just in case he was trying to pull something on you. When you decided it was harmless, you look over at your boyfriend who was obviously sweating buckets as you cautiously ripped the sealing tape off. Softly grabbing his hand, you frown at him in confusion but offered comfort at the same time. When you opened the flaps of the box, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on the blue, gold, and black dry fit fabric of a jersey you were familiar with. The number that was facing you in black ink, however, was not. Right under Jungkook’s last name was the striking 14 that matched his own jersey on the field.

“How- where did you get this? The university stopped making the jersey’s once season started,” you said breathlessly, picking up the shirt in your hands and out of the box, holding it by the shoulders to see the uniform in its full form.

“I uh,” Jungkook stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he was flustered, “I had it custom made. By the graphics department. Jimin knew a guy so I asked.”

Wearing Jungkook’s number was a big deal to the both of you. Sure, you could’ve been like all the other girlfriends that all sat with each other with their boyfriend’s jersey’s on their backs and aimlessly cheered during the games when their real attention was on Janet and why her and William were in another fight. Honestly, if you tried hard enough, you would’ve fit right in, but his number meant so much more than that to you. To you, wearing his number felt like being next to him on the field guiding and cheering him on and moving and breathing with him.

That’s why not being able to feel that level of comfort and connection for almost the entire season had made you uneasy every time you stepped foot into that stadium, or whatever stadium it was because no matter where the game was, you were there.

“I- oh god,” you choked, feeling the tears well up just enough to mess with your eyesight as Jungkook became a murky mosaic right in front of you, “I- I just-”

Smiling as you blubbered off in incoherent, unfinished sentences, Jungkook crawled onto the bed and resumed his previous position next to you, pulling the blankets over him and pulling you into his chest where the steady beat of his heart seemed to calm you down. Seeing your reaction made him confidence once more knowing he knew what could made you happy. 

“Spit it out baby,” he chuckled, tracing soft circles on your arm and waist in an attempt to make you relax.

“You better fucking win tonight,” you threatened under sniffles and a stuffy nose, hitting him on the chest before wrapping your own arms around him.

“Alright babe, time to go,” Jungkook smiled nervously, one hand holding his helmet, the other around yours as the rest of the team started to get ready for practice with five hours under kickoff.

Rummaging in your bag, you handed him a gatorade like you always do before any practice, because electrolytes save lives, and moved your hand free hand upwards to smooth down some of his chestnut brown hair. As the strands danced between your fingertips, you smiled at the boy in front of you, literally doused in nervous energy. Jittery and excited, but nervous.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you softly scolded, “You better not be getting cold feet on me. What’s up baby boo?”

“It just…Every weekend for the past four months I’ve been under saturday night lights that highlighted my every move, my every mistake. And I don’t know why that didn’t bother me then, but now it’s all I’m thinking about and I-”

Pulling him into a tight hug, you reached up to hook your arms around his neck because you knew your arms wouldn’t fit around the bulky uniform and protective gear he was already wearing. Hearing Jungkook voice his nerves in a panicked tone made you feel like you were back in freshman year, a smaller, leaner Jeon Jungkook struggling to pull himself together for his first college game. It made you smile, even though the memory wasn’t a pleasant one, because he has once again proved to you just how far he’s come, and nothing, not even the nerves, was gonna make him jeopardize this game. Not when he’s come so far.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you cooed, stroking his hair as you felt him tighten his grip around you, “What happened to the big shot quarterback who never let anything or anyone faze him?”

“I don’t know,” he half groaned half whined into your shoulder, making you laugh at his comical distress when you knew you really shouldn’t be.

“Hey. If you ever get nervous or stressed, just remember what I told you this morning. You’re not going out there alone, you’re going out there as part of a team. As the leader of a team that trust you and that you need to trust in return,” you sighed, pulling away so you could cradle his face in your hands. Big, beautiful eyes were boring into yours as you gave him a comforting smile.

“You, Jeon Jungkook,” you whispered, making sure understood every word you said, “You earned that role. You worked just as hard as anyone on this team if not harder and I’m not just saying that because you’re my boyfriend, but because it’s true. So go and give Penn State a run for their money.”

As he just stared at you for a good few moments, you started to wonder if you said the wrong thing. That is, until he takes your cheeks in your hands and lands a deep kiss on your lips, pushing against your lips but bringing your body closer to him in ways that made you feel fuzzy in the head. Like you said, Jungkook wasn’t one to do something in fractions, only in full.

Breaking away from him, he chased after you which made you giggle, placing a hand over his chest to stop him. You felt the eyes on the two of you from his teammates and coaching staff, making your face flush and your cheeks heat up if a way you couldn’t appreciate in the cold winter weather.

“You have drills to run,” you said sheepishly, suddenly shy as Jungkook smiled at you with his hands still caressing your cheeks.

“Cheer for me on the field?,” he asked with soft eyes and a soft tone, making you wonder why his teammates were so intimidated by him when he freely lets these emotions and sides of himself show.

“I’ll be cheering the loudest,” you confirm, letting him kiss a few more times, your smile growing bigger and bigger with every loud smack of his lips on yours. Finally, he pulled away from you, sending you off with a wave of his helmet.

Starting the trek back to your dorm from the training center, you took in a fresh breath of air. This was going to be a peaceful walk back, you were sure of it.

“What are you idiots doing?! Get back inside. Did I say 20 burpees? Good, make it 50. And while you’re at it, go and give Penn State the trophy because you’d much rather loiter around like neanderthals instead of training! Get to practice!”

Oh. That’s why they’re intimidated by him.

“Oh sweetheart! I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve last seen you,” Jungkook’s mother cooed as she walked through the gates of the stadium with Jungkook’s dad in tow. Smiling at the two of them, you greeted them with hugs and quick exchanges of pleasantries before linking arms with both of them and walking into the stadium to take your seats.

“So how’s Junghyun and his wife,” you asked, waiting in line to get into the seating area. The stadium was already half full with students and parents and alumni traveling from everywhere just to watch the big game. Like Darcy said, it’s been a while since this old school had even seen a season this long.

“They’re good. They found a place just north of San Fran so they’re hoping to settle down soon. I hope they’re talking about baby plans but this old man can only hope,” Jungkook’s dad laughed heartily, a laugh that resembled Jungkook’s.

“What I really want to know,” his mom’s voice dropped into something akin to a whisper as she leaned over to you, “Is when are you and Jungkook finally gonna tie the knot, huh?”

“Mom!,” you laughed, pushing the woman with a flustered smile, “We’re still in college. Who knows, maybe Jungkook will dump me for some hot sorority chick next week.”

“Sure hope he has enough brains left in that thick head of his to know that’s not a good idea,” his dad laughed, “I almost made that mistake; would have costed me a lifetime of happiness.”

Softly smiling, you watched as the older couple shared knowing looks before bursting out laughing. When you had first met Jungkook’s parents, you couldn’t help but notice the pure love that still ran through their eyes, something that you had found yourself wanting with Jungkook ten, twenty, hell, fifty years down the line. Strength like that was hard to find between two people now days, but you had hoped it would never waver for them and you hoped that one day, you would know how it feels.

“That crazy old man almost dropped me for a girl he kissed once when he was high. I told him that if he wanted to do that, go ahead, but no one else was going to deal with him through the 13 hours it takes to go back to Korea,” she laughed and you were glad she did. Some people didn’t take to these things well, choosing to push it back into the deeper corners of their mind so it couldn’t hurt them a second time around.

“I was high when I told you that! Of course I wasn’t gonna leave you. Steve was just waiting for me to get out of the picture and hell was I gonna let him get you. He was gonna have to pry you from my cold, dead hands,” the man mused, making his wife smile and lean over to you again, as if telling you a secret that he didn’t already know.

“He’s just saying that because you’re here. He was ready to willingly give me to Steve as if I was gonna let him leave me, psh,” she rolled her eyes, pinching your side knowingly as her husband gave her side eyes.

Laughing, you couldn’t believe your ears as the tea from his parents came pouring out. This happened every time you saw them and every time, you felt like you were growing closer and closer to them. It wasn’t every day that you saw them, you wish it were, but each time was well spent, bonding over things that your own parents wouldn’t even talk to you about. And with this, you felt grateful. Grateful that you met Jungkook on the first day of orientation, grateful that he had introduced you to a whole new world of love, grateful that he had parents who had no problem supporting you as if you were their own daughter.

Showing your VIP passes Jungkook gave you at the beginning of every season, whether it be football or soccer, you were shown the way to the box, which you and his parents promptly ignored, choosing to walk down to the sidelines, sitting as close to the benches as the bleachers would allow you to.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to sit with us, you know. Go ahead and sit with your friends, I feel bad that you have to hang around with two old geezers,” his mom said, patting your knee as the the countdown to kickoff read fifteen minutes.

“Oh nonsense. I don’t have friends don’t worry,” you joked. But in reality, you had never wanted to sit with them anyway. Most of them cheered for Alex or Christian, thinking that Jungkook already had enough fans that they didn’t need to support him, but you knew otherwise which made it unbearable to be around them.

You turned and looked around, taking in the huge stadium that seemed to already be packed with fifteen more minutes on the clock. You had been to approximately 32 football games, yet nothing could prepare you for the overwhelming shock you felt seeing the crowd that came out to watch the playoffs. You could only imagine the pressure of both teams waiting to get out there.

Seeing flashes of metal refractions and sparkly uniforms, you look over to Taehyung leading the enormous marching band down the steps of the bleachers and into the stands that there marked off for them a little above your own seat. With the long blue coat over his white pants and black helmet, you smiled at Taehyung who seemed to be looking for you, knowing you would be somewhere close by. He looked stunning every time he put on that uniform as if it were made for him. Which it was, but that was besides the point.

Time ticked away slowly as you sat back and watched people come and go around you. You heard Taehyung yelling somewhere up there, something about warming up and tuning. The two best friends were intimidating leaders in their own respects. How fitting of both of them. His parents were engaged in a very serious game of pool on their phones which left you to your own devices. You would’ve gotten food, but that breakfast was still sitting with you and concession was probably a mess with only five minutes to kickoff. Your mind quickly drifted to Jungkook and how he was feeling. Tonight was a big night for everyone, but you knew the stakes were high for him especially with the focus on him and his plays.

“Y/n, they’re starting,” his mom nudged you, your eyes flying to the home tunnel where the cheerleaders and athletic staff were already lined up to greet the team. You stood and watched through the presentation of colors and the national anthem before hearing the stadium errupt in cheers and screams as the announcer called upon your university.

Your heart sped up in your chest as you watched the jumbo screen above. You knew you were too far away to see any of the players properly, but Jungkook was the one leading them so at least you would get a quick glimpse of him as they did their team presentation. When the tunnel opened and you saw the 14 right at the entrance, your breath caught in your throat as if it were the first time you saw him on the field. Even from behind his helmet, you could see his distinctive eyes, sharp and focused as he looked on both sides to his team before yelling something incoherent and the boys came charging onto the field in spurts of high energy. The scene was familiar and almost common that you were surprised when you felt your stomach flutter in nerves and excitement feeding off the boys’ energy.

As they started to come back to their bench to let Penn State be announced, you watch Jungkook rip his helmet off revealing his messy brown hair and dark eyes making your tongue go dry and the hot flame subtly ignite in the pit of your stomach. The uniform didn’t help in the least bit, squeezing his thick thighs and tight waist and his jersey riding up just a little bit to where you could see his ab muscles clearly defined from all the workouts and intense training. Lost in your thoughts of checking him out, you were shaken from them when you see him smirk over at you, obviously caught in your staring.

Having no shame, you just rolled your eyes at him, blowing him a kiss from where you were. Being the drama queen he was, he pretends to have been shot, hands flying to his chest and staggering back as his face contorts into one of fake pain.

So you just shot him a middle finger and he sends you a finger heart back, having the audacity to smile at you as if he wasn’t about to go into war over a pig skinned ball.

Three quarters later, you were sitting at the edge of your seat with the rest of the stadium. Jungkook played a little in the first quarter before sitting out the rest of the first half, saving all his energy for the second half when they switched to offense. With five minutes left in the game, the two teams were tied at 27 points each, enough time for another touchdown. Hell, that was enough time for you to walk all the way to your dorm, change pants, and walk back. But that also meant it was enough time for things to go very wrong very quickly. Jungkook had been playing for two quarters straight, never allowing himself to be taken off the field even when his coach told him to switch out with the secondary quarterback.

Jeon Jungkook: a stubborn kid.

As you watched him play by play, you could see how tired he was becoming from playing in the first quarter then for the whole second half. It was concerning, seeing him exert himself in ways you’ve never seen him do, but you knew he was capable of doing so. Jungkook was competitive, anyone could tell that much, but from what you could see, this was more than a competition, it was a challenge. A chance to prove himself to himself. That’s what he was fighting for. Yeah a championship title would be great and all, but what he wanted, what he was really going after, was the belief and confidence in himself.

As his team pushes closer and closer to their endzone and the clock gets uncomfortably close to 0, you see him kick up the intensity a few knots. His yelling of the play is clearer and more intuitive, even the way his body was placed seemed to be tighter but focused. And you realize why. Because this is the playoffs, there can’t be a tie, however, because there is one now, there’s only one solution: overtime. And if the two teams go into overtime, the coin toss is done again and it’s sudden death. And that means Jungkook has a very high chance of not being on that field which is bad. Very bad.

Because Jungkook is their best shot at winning. But he can’t win for them if he’s not on the field.

His mother seemed to have noticed this too, glancing over at you and taking your shaking hand into her own to provide comfort, but it wasn’t working. As he called the play and carried through the snap, you could tell from the get go that this play was going to end badly. There were too many pockets to be a coincidence; no defense was going to leave that many receivers open when they’re crucial right now. And you didn’t understand until you see Jungkook get tackled by three of the biggest players you’ve ever seen. And he didn’t get up.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, panic spiking in your chest as the athletic trainers and the medic on site rushed over to where he lay right on the 15 yard line, unmoving. You watched as they talked in hushed whispers, alternating your focus on him and his coach in front of you to get a grip on the situation. Trying to focus on something, anything that wouldn’t spike your blood sugar, you thought of ways to throw yourself over the connecting boundary to get to him, to tell him it’s okay to stop now and be tired.

He stayed down for what felt like hours but you knew it was only seconds until they were helping him on his feet and guiding him back to the benches where his coach called a timeout. As he was making his way there, he caught your eyes, letting you breath out a long held sigh of relief that he was okay. Then it was right back to panicking because when he smiled at you, you saw the glint in his eyes. The unmistakable glint that made your stomach do summersaults but made your heart hurt because that glint could only mean one thing. That fucker was going to force his way back onto the field.  

Gulping, Jungkook took his spot at the center in what you knew was going to be the last play until the refs called overtime. They could do it, you knew they could. Jungkook had some of the best players in front of him with only 15 more yards from the endzone. Those were very generous odds.

You were chewing on your nail in nervousness, thumbing the edge of the jersey, his jersey. His number felt cold on your back even though you were in a temperature controlled stadium but you found yourself sweating as he called the play and caught the ball from the snap. You saw a pocket right away, Alex being wide open right in the middle of the endzone and as Jungkook was winding up to throw, time seemed to slow down. A defensive tackle did his job and closed the pocket. Your throat closed up as your boyfriend was down to seconds with no other option but to run it. So, in a split second decision, he fakes the pass and doges a linebacker with practiced precision, everyone in the stands, including you, jumping to their feet as he begins weaving his way through and around the players on the field.

3, 2, 2.5, 2.01, 1-

“And Jeon Jungkook completes the touchdown with 0.3 seconds to spare! University of Michigan wins the 2017 NCAA College Football Playoff National Championship!”

The cheers that follow are deafening but they didn’t come unwelcome. You will admit, you were speechless for a couple of seconds until you were overwhelmed with joy and relief, screaming and cheering with his parents. Taehyung runs down beside you and screams as well, exchanging hugs with his second parents and you in unprecedented happiness.

The rest of the team and their coaching staff run towards Jungkook who was already running towards them, the rush of adrenaline kicking in as they all yelled and jumped and celebrated with each other. Seeing the guards walk to the gates of the field, you run there yourself to be the first one let onto the field.

“Where the fuck is he- Jeon Jungkook!,” you yelled, seeing him almost right away from where he was being huddled and surrounded. Turning towards your voice, his smile overtook his face as he met your eyes. You couldn’t help yourself and broke into a sprint towards him, his arms already outstretched, ready to catch you.

And catch you he did. You wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck and he lifted you up, locking your ankles around his waist and his hands under your thighs, and spinning you around him circles as if playing a two and a half hour game didn’t absolutely drain him.

“You did it baby,” you all but yelled, squealing as spun you around even more. Not letting you down, you took both hands away from his neck, trusting him not to let you fall, and went to undo his helmet, removing it to find a face filled with sweat and hair and smiles.

You held his face in your hands as you brushed his sweat-laced hair from his bright eyes feeling as if it were only the two of you in this sea of people.

“I did it because you believed in me,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against your elevated on, “I did it because you always told me I could and tonight I needed to see that for myself.”

You never understood how people could say things without saying them; the theory was just something you couldn’t wrap your head around. But looking at Jungkook with that boyish smile of his that made your heart melt and those eyes that seemed to sparkle with pride and love under the stadium lights, feeling Jungkook all around you in faces of his teammates and the air your were breathing, you seemed to understand how one could say things without saying them. Because once your lips found his, you managed to say one thing and one thing only.

I wish for a lifetime of happiness with you, Jeon Jungkook.

a/n: okay so storytime this literally only took three days to write. All 8.5k which is crazy because I don’t even write that fast for my regular works. The power of quarterback!jeon everyone

“Hey you,” a deep and familiar voice sounded as the door of the studio opened to reveal Kim Taehyung, resident man child who doubles as your best friend and boyfriend. 

“Hey,” you strained, smiling tiredly as you watch him walk over to you and drop a short kiss on top of your head. 

Looking at the blank canvas in front of you, Taehyung makes a face of confused pride. “It’s looking…..good babe. I think you missed a spot though.” 

“Oh shut up,” you groaned, leaning back on your stool so you were leaning on his stomach. “I have lost all motivation. And my creative river has run dry. I’m washed up at 23.” 

Shifting his body around so he stood next to you, he moved your head so it was leaning against his side instead while he rubbed your back and played with your hair in reassuring and and firm touches. 

“What’s the prompt?,” he asked, tilting his head to the side to look down at you. 

“Childlike wonder,” you said, the two words burning holes in your brain from all the times you stared at the stupid slip of paper that was causing your demise. 

Taehyung thought for a little bit before pulling up a stool for himself so he sat next to you, hip to hip. “Don’t you ever wonder why people sleep with their eyes closed? Or ever get fascinated not by the first birthday candle, but the second one? What about how peanut butter and applesauce are liquid forms of something solid? Or why there isn’t a grape flavored gummy bear?,” Taehyung rattled off, looking back at you and smiling his beautiful, full smile. 

“Childlike wonder isn’t childlike at all,” he said slowly, bringing the paintbrush in your hand up with his own, “It’s the unbothered curiosity not tainted by age.” 

“So let go,” he whispered, drawing his hand back from your own, leaving the paintbrush of purple to rest suspended in the air. “You’re not washed up at 23 love, you’ve just forgotten what it’s like being untroubled by the hurdles of adulthood.” 

Pecking your forehead once more, Taehyung left you to simmer in your own thoughts in the empty space of the art studio. It wasn’t until a week later, after your finished your piece, that you realize the way Taehyung thought, the way he navigated through the neurons in the brain to create abstract ideas and impressions, was what inspired your piece to come alive. 

Taehyung and his beautiful mind.

⋙Body 

“T-Tae I d..don’t,” you gasped against his intrusive lips and the harsh grind of his hips against yours.

“Shh baby,” he whispered against your neck, lips traveling further and further down until he was nipping at your collarbones, pulling your shirt down in the slightest, dropping wet kisses all over your chest. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Picking you up in his arms, your arms come up to lock around his neck instinctively. Playing with his hair at his nape, you pulled at the strands hotly so his lips detached from your skin and his head lolled backwards.

“I trust you,” you whispered as your foreheads leaned against each other’s before smashing your lips against his again. This time wasn’t like any other kiss; it wasn’t innocent or playful or sweet. It was harsh and needy, but meaningful all the same.

“Should I fuck you against the wall or the sheets?,”his husky voice asked, a sense of teasing in his tone so you just rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you worry about fucking me in general first,” you played along, voice sultry against his harsh tone as one hand traveled down his chest in a slow, feather like touch.

“Oh baby,” he growled, pushing off the wall and navigating his way around the apartment without taking his eyes off of you, “I don’t need to worry about that.”

Once he reached the bedroom, your mind went blank as he softly laid you on the sheets, a totally different demeanor from what he showed you in the living room. Supporting his weight on his hands with his legs between yours, the kisses turned slow and steady, hands exploring the expanse of your still clothed body. As he started to roll your shirt up to reveal your stomach, you expertly flipped the two of you over before straddling his hips.

“Y/n-”

“Shh baby,” you quoted from him, “Let me take care of you first.”

With that, you shimmy your way down, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing the new skin being exposed after each button. Taehyung was always rushing to please you first, but not today.

“I love you,” you whispered into his ear before kissing down his neck to his stomach.

“I love your stomach that clenches in laughter when I tell a joke that no one else thought was funny but you,” you said, kissing around his belly before going back up to his arms. As you journeyed around his body, Taehyung’s eyes never left your face, eyes getting darker and darker.

“I love your strong arms that hold me in times of distress and in times of joy, the arms that never let me go even if I say I want you to. I love your hands that hold mine, guiding me in all the right directions with you,” you said, slipping his fingers into your mouth so you could suck on them causing Taehyung to groan under you.

Popping them out, you ventured down, undoing his belt buckle and his pants for you to be face to face with his growing bulge. You begin to rub at it, causing friction from the scratchy fabric of his boxers, feeling his dick harden under your touch with every second going by.

“I love your legs that support you because they allow you to support me as well,” you continued even past his whining and moaning, putting his hands over yours to make sure you didn’t stop.

“I love you feet that walk next to mine,” you breathe out before Taehyung is flipping the both of you again, and this time you didn’t mind. He hurriedly gets rid of your shirt and shorts along with his jeans and underwear. “Because we’re in this together.”

“I love your back,” you gasp as he goes down on you, licking you through your underwear, causing your hands to fly to his hair, pushing and pulling at the strands. “I l-love your back because it has never t-turned, oh god, it’s never turned on me.”

Before you knew it, all three of his fingers that you sucked on were pushing into you, making your head fall back in ecstasy, moaning out in pleasure. But you weren’t done yet.

“I-I love your chest,” you managed to say as Taehyung came back up to drop a kiss to your lips.

“What about it baby?,” he asked, lining up his cock with your entrance before pushing in, slowly, then all at once.

“Oh god Taehyung,” you moaned out, arching your back from how good the stretch felt and how well he filled you up.

“What about my chest baby?,” he prodded at you, allowing for you to get a grip on your thoughts until he started to shallowly pulse against you.

“I love your chest,” you breathed, hands going against the muscle to feel his rapid pulse against your fingertips, “Because it holds your heart. And that heart allowed you to love me.”

⋙Soul

You start to think you saw it at the puppy shelter you and Taehyung volunteered at last month. Then, again, you think you saw it in the way he looked at the fans during the fan signs, cheering them on and giving them words of advice. But you definitely saw it when you visited his hometown with him.

“Eonjin! Jeonggyu!,” he screamed in excitement as he walked through the doors to see his little siblings already waiting there for him.

The two of them tackled him to the ground, you found a smile already on your lips from the laughter ripping through the small but cozy home, brightening the already lit walls. You watched as your boyfriend ruffled their hair and picked both of them up, carrying them into the kitchen where his mom and dad were still in the process of cooking.

“Taehyung!,” his mom said in surprise, dropping the plate she was holding up and wiping her hands on her apron to gather her son in her arms for the first time in a while.

“Hey mom,” he smiled, eyes watering just a little bit, but not enough to fall. After greeting everyone including his dad and little cousins, he grabs your hand and pulls you forward, introducing you and showing you off to everyone that gathered to see him come home.

“Uncle Tae, did you bring us anything like last time?,” a little girl that you remember as Taehyung’s niece asks, cheeks ablaze from how candid she realized her question was out loud.

“As a matter of fact,” he said thoughtfully before picking up the little girl and swinging her around, her high pitched laughter bouncing off the walls, “I did.”

Asking you to come with him, you follow him to the car trunk to reveal two big bags full of little gifts and trinkets. Leave it to Kim Taehyung to spend his money on everyone else.

“Love, aren’t you tired?,” you asked softly, taking on bag into your arms. You were convinced your boyfriend was an angel as he got off a 15 hour flight from Chicago to Korea, went straight to his dorm to pack, drove to pick you up, then embarked on a two hour drive to Daegu (which he refused to let you behind the wheel), then entertained his siblings, helped his parents in the kitchen, and still had enough energy to entertain everyone else.

“Yeah. Exhausted actually,” he laughed, “But these people, my family, I haven’t seen them in what’s felt like forever. I don’t wanna miss a single second of my time with them.”

You first witnessed it when the two of you went to an outreach program in June, the way his eyes would soften around the edges and his smiles came more naturally. You thought you were sure when he attended his first actual college lecture after all those years of online schooling, the excited demeanor to learn. But you weren’t sure. It was only until this moment, right now, as he set down the bags in the middle of the room and cheered along with the little kids while acting like Santa and calling out their names to give them their gifts, were you sure that you’ve seen it. Understood it, even.

Kim Taehyung and his beautiful soul.

In light of my love’s birthday, I did a thing :)