#stalethoughts

Jungkook stirred softly under the duvet, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until your back was flush against his chest. He buried his nose in your hair, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo.

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck with a sleepy sigh, not ready to wake up yet.

You gently pushed his shoulder until he rolled onto his back then turned to face him properly. Jungkook blinked awake slowly and turned his head, his gaze fell onto yours and the sight of you already watching him with that sweet look in your eyes, hair messy from sleep made him smile.

"Morning," he mumbled and without thinking, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You scrunched your nose, pushing Jungkook’s face away with your palm "What was that for?"

Jungkook kissed you so naturally like it was the easiest thing in the world. You knew he hooked up with other girls casually but you wondered: Was he like this with every girl? Did he always wake up and kiss them without thinking? Call them pretty? Ask them to stay the night?

He hooked up with Jihyo. You may have heard that they were seen leaving the club together last week, and the Jihoon mess at the party proved it. Whatever, it’s not like you wanted Jungkook to be your boyfriend… not really. 

This arrangement worked for you but a tiny part of you hated how much you cared about that.

Jungkook blinked, a little dazed from the kiss.  "Because I wanted to," he said simply. Then he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Real cute," you muttered sarcastically before sitting up fully, the sheets pooling around your waist.

The bed creaked as you swung your legs over the side, heading toward his dresser to find something to wear for breakfast.

Jungkook’s gaze trailed after you, he propped himself up on his elbows, watching you slip on one of his old t-shirts. 

"I love this view."  

You shot him a look over your shoulder, "Shut up," you said lightly with no real bite behind your words.

Then he rolled out of bed too, he stretched his arms above his head before standing up. "Alright, alright," he chuckled. Grabbing a pair of sweats from the floor and pulling them on without bothering with underwear, they hung loosely on his hips as he padded barefoot down the hallway.

He yawned and ran a hand through his messy hair, “Pancakes for my girl,” he mumbled to himself while you cleaned up in the bathroom. The kitchen light flickered on as he entered, opening cabinets and digging out the pancake mix from behind some ramen cups. 

You emerge from the bathroom, hair tied up and you peeked into the kitchen, arms crossed.  “Can I help with anything?” 

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "You can mix this."

"You use box mix?" you asked, feigning shock. "I thought you made these from scratch."  

"Gotta keep you coming back somehow," he teased as you started stirring the batter.

"You don’t need pancakes," you teased, "You just like having an excuse to see me in your kitchen."  

You both knew the sex was really good, but Jungkook also genuinely believed that you kept coming back because of moments like these, the quiet domesticity of having  breakfast together.

He liked making you food, he liked seeing you in his kitchen at 9AM, hair up and wearing his clothes. It felt good. It wasn’t just your guys hooking up anymore (not to him at least).  

He poured the batter into the hot pan. "Yeah, and?” he flipped a pancake with ease and shot you a grin, "I like seeing you in my space." 

Jungkook turned fully toward you, he closed the distance between you, his face just inches from yours. "But I like being in your personal space even more," 

His eyes flicked to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again. His head tilted slightly "You gonna let me kiss you, sweets?" he smirked; he already knew you’d say yes.

Letting the whisk slip from your fingers, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. He kissed back instantly, one hand cradling your jaw while the other pressed against your lower back to pull her closer.

This was easy, kissing him like this, wearing his clothes, maybe you should stop being so careless. Maybe it was time to stop pretending it meant nothing— but when Jungkook’s hand slid down and squeezed your ass possessively you couldn’t think straight anymore. 

Jungkook moaned into your mouth and backed you up against the kitchen counter, hands gripping your hips before lifting to set you on it. The cold surface pressed into the backs of your thighs as he stepped between your legs chasing your lips, he couldn’t get enough. 

Teeth grazing your bottom lip, fingers trailed up your thigh, under the hem of the oversized shirt you borrowed from him. He kissed down your jaw to your neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive spot he knew drove you crazy.

Jungkook’s fingertips brushed against bare skin, you weren’t wearing panties? The discovery sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. "Fuck," he muttered

"You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?" he murmured against your lips between kisses

Instead of answering, your hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly to tilt his head just right, nipping at his bottom lip before sliding your tongue into his mouth. 

Jungkook’s moan vibrated against your lips as his fingers glided up your slit. You were already wet, without breaking the kiss, he circled your clit with one finger then dipped lower to gather slickness before pressing a single finger inside. 

You gasp into the kiss as Jungkook’s finger slid in slowly. He curled his finger slightly to brush against that sweet spot inside. He watched your face, lips parted, eyes half-lidded "You feel so fucking good," he praised, thumb brushing over your clit as he added a second finger slowly. "So perfect."  

Jungkook’s fingers moved with practiced rhythm, every soft whimper from you fueled him to keep going "Look at you," he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth, "Taking my fingers so well."  

His fingers were still working inside you, the wetness running down his palm as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You’re my girl, aren’t you?" 

You should have been annoyed by the possessiveness because you heard a lot of guys say things like this to you, but today it felt different and it sent a thrill through you.

"Ngh… Jungkook," you whined, arching into his touch. That nasty wet sound of his fingers moving in and out made you lose it, hands gripping the counter edge for balance as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach.

"That’s it, baby cum on my fingers," he coaxed, gaze locked on your face watching you unravel. 

Your entire body tensed—your thighs clamping around Jungkook’s hand as your orgasm crashed over you. A breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you held onto his bicep. 

The loud beep beep beep of the smoke alarm blared through the kitchen, startling both you and Jungkook. His gaze snapped to the pan on the stove. There was smoke swirling over the pan, and the pancake was completely burned.

"Shit!" he cursed, yanking his hand away from you to rush to turn off the stove.

You burst into laughter as he flailed, frantically waving a towel over the smoke alarm. Going from making out to nearly have to put out a fire was absurd. "Can’t cook and fuck at the same time, huh?" you teased, nodding toward his disaster of a pancake. 

Jungkook shot you an offended look, tossing the ruined pancake into the trash with an exaggerated sigh. "Excuse me," he said dramatically, "Multitasking is hard when you’re this distracting."  

You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the bowl of batter, "How was I being distracting?" you asked innocently, "I was helping you mix the batter."  

Jungkook pointed the spatula at you accusingly, "You were distracting with your face," he declared, "And your lips, and how you look in my shirt."  

You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up in defence, “Well you kissed me first," you shot back, "So technically… this is your fault."  

Even though your heart did this stupid little flip whenever Jungkook kissed you. Deep down, you liked his confidence, his stupid face, his hands on you and the way he looked at you.

You liked him… maybe even more than she should. 

You told yourself it was just physical attraction that you didn’t have feelings for him that's why you went out with San in the first place. 

"I asked if I could kiss you," he corrected, stepping closer, "You didn’t even let me finish talking—just grabbed my face and went for it."  

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you hopped off the counter. "I’m going to go shower," you announced, already striding toward the bathroom.

"Can I join you?" he asked, already following you down the hallway before you could even answer. 

You pressed your palm flat against Jungkook’s chest—stopping him in his tracks. "No," you said softly, "Go finish making the pancakes. I’ll be out soon."  

Jungkook didn’t argue, just nodded. He turned on his heel without another word and walked back to the kitchen, focusing on salvaging breakfast like it was his life mission.

There was something almost sweet about how eager he was to please you, the sizzle of fresh pancakes filled the kitchen as he flipped them gently, the sound of running water from the bathroom reached Jungkook’s ears and his mind instantly wandered. 

Jungkook’s gaze flickered toward that direction for a brief second, he could already see the steam fogging up the mirror, water falling off your skin… and damn, he wished you’d let him join you. 

If you’d let him join he would’ve washed your back, would’ve had you pressed against the tiles by now bent over with his hands gripping your hips. The mental image had his cock stirring—already imagining what it feels like. 

He shook his head slightly, refocusing on the pancakes before they burned again.

—

Twenty minutes later, Jungkook had plated a perfect stack of fluffy pancakes. The kitchen smelled like maple syrup and butter now. 

The water clicked off, and you stepped back into the kitchen, dressed in clothes you had left at his place weeks ago, a denim skirt that hugged your hips and was just above mid-thigh. Paired with a red top that had delicate lace detailing along the back giving a sexy, effortless look. The fabric clung in all the right places, and he couldn’t help staring as you walked into the kitchen.

"I didn’t know I left this here," you said, smoothing the fabric of the skirt.

Jungkook had definitely hidden that skirt on purpose—tucked deep in his drawer, thinking you’d never find it again. His memory flashed back to that night when you showed up past midnight, dressed in this exact outfit. 

He was so horny that he couldn't wait to take it off, so he hiked it up and fucked you right by the— he looks away and clears his throat. A grin spread across his face, his gaze dragged over you slowly taking in how good you looked.

“Coffee?” He offers, holding out the mug to you. 

“You made coffee?” You ask, not grabbing the mug right away like you usually would when he offered you some. 

“Didn’t I tell you I quit caffeine?” Your brows furrow, trying to recall if you mentioned anything to him.

Jungkook pauses, confusion flashing across his features at your words. ”Wait, you’re quitting coffee?” He asks, the mug still in his hand.  “You didn’t tell me.”

“Oh, thought I did.” You’re sure you mentioned it to someone, but now that you think about it, it must have San. “I just realized I was having too much coffee” you say, “You know working at the café and all…”

Jungkook nods, understanding where you’re coming from, working at a café meant easy access to coffee. “Yeah, I get it.” He says, an awkward smile tugging on the corners of his lips. 

“So no more coffee then?” He sets the mug down on the counter, his eyes roaming over you again. 

“I’ll have some you made, though.” You say, eyeing the mug. You knew he made it just how you liked it and you didn’t want it to go to waste. 

Jungkook’s smile widens, glad that you made an exception for the coffee he made. He pushes the mug toward you across the counter and you mumble a soft thank you

"You look really good."  He said, voice low and appreciative, reaching for his own mug to take a sip, forcing himself to focus on the coffee and not the skirt. 

You smile at his compliment and take a sip of your coffee. “Mmm, just the way I like it.”

It makes him feel a little proud that he remembered how you liked your coffee. He bets that the other guys you went out with didn't know how you likedf your coffee or made you breakfast.

He leans against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "The mocha creamer is what really makes it good," he says softly, hoping you would notice.

Recognizing the taste of your favourite creamer, you say, “You got the creamer I told you about.” 

Jungkook nods, he remembered the time you mentioned the creamer you loved and he made a mental note to buy it the next time he went grocery shopping. He pushes off the counter and walks over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing the creamer

“Yeah, I got it just for you.” He says, turning around to face you while holding up the creamer bottle for emphasis. 

“Wow,” you say, “You really are obsessed with me.” You tease him, watching as the tips of his ear turn red.

Jungkook scoffs at your words, his eyes glancing at the ceiling but the flush creeping up his neck betrays his true feelings. 

“Obsessed?” He echoes, raising an eyebrow as he places the creamer back in the fridge. “I’d say I’m attentive.”

He slid the plate of pancakes toward your spot before rounding the kitchen island.  He pulled out his own chair right next to you—close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. Sitting down, he grabbed his coffee and took a sip, watching you take the first bite.

"Mmm… so good," you hummed, eyes fluttering shut for a second in bliss.

That small praise meant more to him than it probably should’ve. His lips curled into a soft smile as he watched you eat. 

"You have a game today, right? The spring fair thing." you asked between bites. 

Jungkook nodded, swirling his coffee absently. "Yeah," he confirmed, "Game’s at 3. It’s that spring fair thing—Yonsei vs. Seoul National."  

It was an exhibition match, sponsored by both schools as part of the annual spring festival. Scouts from professional teams would be in the crowd today. Not for formal evaluations, but to scout talent casually. It was their chance to see players like Jungkook up close and maybe even get noticed. 

Jungkook took a few bites of his pancakes before glancing at you "You gonna come watch the game?" he asked, licking syrup off his lip. "I need my good luck charm."  

"I have to be at work by 11," you said apologetically, "I can’t make it… I’m sorry."  

Jungkook’s smile faded just a fraction, disappointment flashing across his face before he masked it, leaning closer to you. "Well… maybe I can convince you to sneak out early," he murmured, as he brushed his thumb over your wrist.

You arched an eyebrow, playing along with his flirting but not making it easy for him. "Oh really?" you teased back, tilting your head, "And how exactly are you gonna convince me? Hm?"  

Without warning, he grabbed your chair and spun it toward him. He leaned in and captured your lips—kissing you slowly, syrup still sweet on his tongue. His hands slid up your thighs under that skirt making his intentions VERY clear.

You broke the kiss, pushing him back by his shoulders before things could escalate. "You should get ready," you said calmly, though your cheeks were flushed pink, "It’s almost 10."  

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. His eyes flicked down to your thighs that skirt riding up slightly  "Right," he muttered, standing up and grabbing his plate to wash it.

Clearing your own plate as you walked to the sink beside him, "We need to get going soon," you reminded him gently, "And you still haven’t showered."  

"Alright, I’ll go take a quick shower," he mumbled, sulking as he shuffled toward the bathroom. 

—

You both clean up before leaving his apartment. Jungkook walks beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets as you both make your way to campus. He glances at the time on his phone it was 10:15am. 

He lets out a soft sigh, knowing he’s running a little late. Normally he’s punctual, almost never late for anything—especially baseball. But this morning had been….eventful. 

He steals a glance at you, his eyes checking out your silhouette and the way your hair moves with the breeze. 

“I might get chewed out for being late,” he comments.

“Sorry, I thought pancakes would be a good idea.” You apologize, feeling guilty about making him late. 

Jungkook shakes his head. He bumps your shoulder playfully with his. “No, breakfast was delicious. Totally worth being late for.”

He can’t be mad at you for making him late. Heck, he can’t be mad at you for anything especially not when you look so good in that skirt he likes so much. 

Once you both reach campus, Jungkook glances over at you, realizing he probably won’t see you at the game later. He tries to ignore the disappointment that crawls up his chest. 

Then he remembers—the spring fair. You would probably be going to that, it was open until late. 

“Are you going to be at the fair later?” He asks, trying to sound nonchalant, hoping he doesn’t sound too obvious he wants to see you there. 

"I was thinking about it," you say, toying with the ends of your hair.

It wasn't like you were going to be busy after work, so the spring fair would be fun. You didn't have any final plans with your friends yet, and you finished all your assignments on time, so technically you were going to be free.

Jungkook’s heart races at your reply. He hides it well though, keeping his expression neutral as he responds as casually as possible, “You should come.” He says, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice. “I heard they’re gonna have some pretty cool stuff this year.” 

"I know," you said, laughing lightly, "I’m on the planning committee. I helped pick all the games and stuff." 

You had helped pick the games, food vendors, and even designed some of the carnival booths and flyers.

"Then you have to be there," he teased, "It’s your baby." Jungkook wasn’t directly inviting but he clearly hoped you'd show.

"Maybe I will," you shrugged, "Depends if I’m up for it after work."  

Jungkook nods, trying not to sound too excited. “Cool.” He manages to say before looking away. 

He hesitates for a second and then adds, “I’ll be at the booth with the baseball team if…you know, you wanna stop by.” He bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying anything else.

"You guys going to run the whole booth after the game?" you ask with a laugh.

Jungkook hums, confirming that the baseball team would, indeed, have a booth at the fair after the game.

 “Yeah, Coach wanted to do something fun for the community. So, it’s going to be a bottle knockdown type of game.” He explains, watching you smile. 

You think back to your bad luck tied to these kind of games and how you always end up spending more money than necessary.

"That sounds fun," you say. "But I'm not very good at carnival games.”

He shrugs, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Doesn’t matter if you’re good or not.” His voice drops to a whisper, even though no one else was around. “If you want, I could just rig it for you.” He raises an eyebrow, clearly joking. 

You giggle at his words “I’ll see if I’m up for it la—“ You’re interrupted by one of Jungkook’s teammates yelling at him from afar.

Namjoon yells just clearly enough for both of you to hear, “Hey, stop flirting and get your ass over here!” 

You take a step back from Jungkook, even though his teammates have seen you two together on multiple occasions before, you still tried to keep it friendly. 

Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes at the sound of Namjoon’s voice. He glances back to find and a few other teammates waiting impatiently by the field. “I’ll be right there!” He hollers back at them, shaking his head before turning back to you. 

“Duty calls.” He smiles apologetically, clearly annoyed by Namjoon’s timing. 

“Good luck at the game,” you wave at him before turning on your heel to head home.

"Thanks.” He waves back in return, watching you walk away. His smile fades as soon as you're out of sight. 

He turns back to the field, where his teammates are still waiting for him, their expression ranging from annoyed to amused. 

Namjoon has a knowing smile on his face as Jungkook approaches. “Took you long enough,” he quips. “Flirting with your girl on the field again?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Namjoon’s comment, shoving his arm playfully. “Shut up,” He mutters, shoving his hands into his pockets as they start walking toward the field. “We were just talking.” 

“Yeah, ‘just talking’.” Hoseok teases, using air quotes “We can all see the heart eyes from here.” 

“She’s not my girl, alright?” He huffs, “we’re just friends.” 

Namjoon lets out a dramatic gasp. “Oh? So you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out on a d—”

Before he could finish, Jungkook immediately glared at Namjoon. “Don’t even think about it.” 

He can see the rest of the team snickering at Namjoon’s comment, they knew about his situation with you.  “Whatever, man,” Namjoon says, patting him on the back. “Let’s just get started already.” 

Jungkook huffs, shaking his head following everyone else but his mind is still stuck on you, wondering if you’ll actually show up at the fair later. 

03 / 05

Jungkook strolled through the quiet library courtyard, with a plastic bag hanging from his fingers and a black cap over his disheveled hair.

He had stopped by the convenience store and bought a few things he thought you might appreciate on a study night: an energy drink, the sandwich you liked to get when you needed a quick bite, a bag of chips and some candy. 

After cleaning up in the locker room, he went straight to Jimin's apartment to kill some time. Before leaving, Jimin asked him if he wanted to go to a club downtown with some friends tonight for drinks, but Jungkook said no. He intended to stop by the library after you had left the field earlier, he just wanted to check in on you and maybe even walk you home.

It was 9:47 PM, and the library closed at 10. He picked up his pace to catch you before you left. The doors came into view, but before he could get to them, they swung open, and Jungkook stopped in his tracks.

There you were, laughing softly with Choi San—the captain of the volleyball team, a good-looking, confident son of a bitch. 

Jungkook watched as San held the door open for you and as you walked down the library steps side by side. You both laughed at something he said, and the two of you moved with familiarity. San tilted his head as he spoke, grinning, and having a casual conversation with you.

The realization hit him like a fastball to the chest. That’s why you looked so pretty today; the skirt, the cardigan, and the way you styled your hair. It was too nice to stay in the library all night, you probably dressed like that to go out with San.

 The plastic bag that hung from his fingers made him feel pathetic. 

His jaw clenched. Did you lie to him or did not think of San as someone he might know? You said you weren’t working on this project with someone he knew. He couldn’t even be mad though, you didn’t have to explain yourself to him. 

As he watched you walk away, his shoulders sagged. He stuffed the plastic bag into his duffle bag and quickly turned around, taking out his phone and messaging Jimin to check if his invitation to the club was still open because tonight wasn’t going as planned. 

Jungkook

Is it too late to change my mind about drinks tonight? ☹️

Jimin’s reply came fast, typical of him. He was always up for something. 

Jimin

Lol? Dude you were just here 30 mins ago saying u weren’t in the mood. What changed??

He didn’t know about what happened at the library yet of course… but he knew Jimin could sense drama like a bloodhound.

Jungkook stared at the text, thumb hovering over the screen. He didn’t want to talk about it, if he mentioned you, Jimin would ask questions. Then he’d have to explain what happened and how stupidly jealous everything made him feel for no reason. 

Jungkook

nothin 

just realized I could use a drink 

The alarm goes off at 8 AM the next morning. Jungkook blinks awake, his tattooed arm reaches from under the duvet to shut it off. His low groan can be heard throughout the apartment, he pushes the duvet from above his head, the light peaking through the curtains directly onto his face.  

He hears a soft sigh next to him and turns over to see the girl from last night.

After a few drinks at the club and one sloppy makeout with the girl who talked his ear off at the bar, he stopped thinking about you, San, and what you might be doing alone with him and brought back the chick who was sleeping soundly in his bed this morning. 

Although he enjoyed his glory days ever since he met you and finally got to have you, he would rather wake up next to you in his bed, hold you close, and smell the perfume you always wore when you came over, he loves how it stays on his sheets for days. 

This girl was pretty, like most of the girls he's slept with, but something was off. He wasn't enjoying it as much as he used to; there wasn't a connection like there was with you. She was nice, from what he remembers... but he can't remember her name...

Rachel...? Jia...? uhhh... he would have to ask her before she leaves.

Jungkook quietly got out of bed. He wasn’t the type to kick girls out as soon as he could, he might as well get some coffee going for when she wakes up.

Stumbling into the kitchen, he turns on his coffee maker, taking a look at his notification, he squints slightly when he sees you notification from last night. 

You

You up? 12:58 AM

Want to go get ramen and then go back to your place? 🥹 1:03 AM

Jungkook stares at your messages. He didn’t even check his phone last night, got straight to business and crashed right after. 

Jungkook

Crashed early last night. Didn’t see this

Just as he was about to put his phone down, you replied

You

I bet that’s why you’re up so early 

Jungkook

Morning sweets

Why are you up so early? Didn’t you have a late study night?? 

You

Yes. Got very little sleep🥲

I have a shift at the café this morning

Omw to said shift

Jungkook

so that’s why u got back to me quick u usually take at least 5 business days to respond 😒

You

Maybe or maybe I was just happy to hear from you 

You’re not mad are you? </3

He stares at your text. Mad? Why would he be mad? He couldn’t be mad at you for being busy or hanging out with other guys, even if he doesn’t like it. You two weren’t exclusive, and he just proved that by having another girl in his bed right now. 

Jungkook

Why would I be mad? 

You

bc I didn’t text you like at all

and ik you wanted to hang out but I was busy ;c

Jungkook

water under the bridge, sweets

I get that you’re busy dw

You

Good to know 🫶

I just got to work ttyl💖

Because of how things went, Jungkook didn't get a chance to ask you yesterday. Tonight, one of his buddies is throwing a party at their place, and he knew you don't usually go to parties like that, but he thought you might want to go with him for a while and then come back to his place and watch movies or do whatever you wanted to do.

He shoots his shot—again.

Jungkook

b4 you go are you free tonight??

He stares down at the three little bubbles popping up and disappearing for a couple of minutes. 

You

I kinda have plans tonight ☹️

Jungkook

When are you free? 🥲

I really want to spend some time with you

You

I’ll let you know later k? 😭

Jungkook doesn’t pry, he can’t hide his disappointment with the frown forming on his face, he just doesn’t want to seem needy or clingy, and he also doesn’t want to push you away by being around so much. 

He places his phone down and is startled by a voice that says “Morning.” The girl from last night stands by the doorframe in the same dress she wore last night and carrying her things as if she was about to leave. 

“Morning,” he clears his throat. “Coffee?” He offers. An empty mug in hand. 

He never rushed to get girls to leave his apartment. If they stayed the night, he would let them take a shower, and if he was making breakfast, he might offer them a plate or even a ride home.

“Yes, please.” She slid onto one of the stools at the island and gave him a small smile.

He pours her a cup and sets it in front of her, next to a sugar bowl and a bottle of Mocha creamer. The same one you told him he just had to buy it because it was so good, and he was missing out.

Jungkook stared at her for a second too long—his own coffee in hand, his mind scrambling.

What was her name? Had she told him last night? Probably. But the club was loud, he had a couple of drink and he hadn’t been really paying attention.

“You know… I can remember a pretty face, but I’m not great with names.” He pauses to take a sip of coffee and asks, “Remind me, what’s your name again?”

She didn’t seem offended at all. If anything, she looked amused, like she’d been this exact situation before. “Jihyo,” she said simply, voice smooth and teasing as she took another sip of coffee. "We didn’t talk much last night but I did tell you that when we danced." 

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact embarrassed he couldn’t even remember a simple name but Jihyo shifted the topic effortlessly, swirling her coffee before speaking.

“So…you play baseball?” she asked

“Yeah, I got practice this morning.”

Jihyo rested her chin on her palm as she studied him. “Forrr the big game next weekend?” she said, dragging out her words “Do you think you’ll win?” 

"Hope so," he said simply, voice low, “We’re good… but Riverside’s solid too.” Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest, feeling confident. 

“Ohhh,” she drawled, leaning in slightly, “But you guys still lost to Yonsei last weekend though.” Her tone was teasing, it was just a playful jab to rile him up a little. 

She was at that game and she can remember how upset the team was about their loss.

He laughed at her comment, they weren’t that bad, but she did get him. The Yonsei loss stung, but it’s not like they’ve been in their element these past few months. 

"Yonsei’s great right now," he admitted easily, "but we weren’t at our best that day." He tilted his head slightly and shot back "Do you even know anyone on the team?"

"Jihoon. He’s my older brother." Jihyo said it so casually, completely unfazed.

Jungkook froze, coffee halfway to his lips, eyes wide. Park Jihoon? The toughest and most angry player on the team? The one who argued with the umpires almost every game and benched anyone slacking during practice?  That Jihoon? And this sweet girl… was his sister?

"Wait," he blurted out, voice slightly higher than intended, "you didn’t tell me you were related to him."  Jungkook would be dead if anyone on the team found out, they probably all knew already, not like he was trying to be discreet last night. 

He runs a hand through his hair, it’s his fault he can’t even keep it in his pants for one night. Jihoon was going to kill him!

Jihyo took the last sip of her coffee, set the mug down with a soft clink, and shrugged completely unbothered. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him," she said simply, like it wasn’t obvious but– 

“You don’t get it—” 

She stood up then, stretching slightly and interrupted him, “Look, I should go, I don’t want to make you late.”  

Jihyo grabbed her phone off the counter. “Good luck and thanks for this.” The door closed softly behind her. 

The party was bumping like usual, music hummed throughout the entire house. He wasn’t surprised by the number of people here on a Saturday night. Jungkook walks through the crowded hallways in search of his friends, he bumps into a couple of familiar faces until he spots his crew in one of the corners.

At practice, Jihoon had been his usual self, focused on drills, yelling at guys for sloppy form. If anyone knew he’d slept with Jihyo last night… they weren’t saying anything. Not a whisper in the locker room even though Mingyu teased him about 'looking tired' this morning, it was the normal teasing from teammates who thought he was with you last night. 

“Yo! JK made it,” Hosoek shouts over the music as soon as he spots him. 

Everyone greets Jungkook and hands him a drink. “How’s it going so far?” he asks, falling onto the couch with a sigh.

“Taehyung is already in a room upstairs with some chick,” Namjoon fills him in on what he'd missed out on for the past hour. 

Jungkook sank down on the couch, fingers tapping against his knees, just watching the crowd while his friends chatted over things he didn’t really care about. He was barely paying attention, his mind elsewhere thinking about how different tonight would be if you had been able to tag along with him. 

"Are you alright, man?" Hoseok asked, noticing that he was clearly not paying attention.

“I’m fine, just...thinking.”

"I hope it's about game and how to be better at baseball," Mingyu added. They didn't always get along but Jungkook knew it was best to be on good terms. 

He wasn't even thinking about the game; he was even a little absent-minded at practice. The coach was positive they would win, but Jungkook wasn't so sure because of how practice was going and all.

His voice trails off as he pulls out his phone and texts you, "right, the game.”

Jungkook

Whatchu up to?

Hoseok gives him a pat on the shoulder and says, "Just don't get hammered, alright?" His eyes wander to someone else, “Is that [YN]?” 

Jungkook's attention is immediately pulled away from his phone, his eyes flickering up to where Hoseok was looking, his gaze quickly finding you across the room next to San—again. 

There you were, looking as gorgeous as ever. From afar, Jungkook couldn't help but just admire you and notice how nice the dress looked on you, how it hugged your body and showed just the right amount of skin. 

You didn't usually dress like that, though. Did you dress like that for San? 

But the fact that you didn’t tell him you were coming to this party tonight made him think even more.

He pushed aside his feelings and his racing heart, you told him had plans tonight but didn’t say with who… Jungkook should have known. For some reason he felt betrayed; maybe this was his karma for sleeping with Jihyo last night.

From his seat, Jungkook watched as San led you through the party. He saw how his hand stayed on your waist, keeping you close. San kept you around like an accessory because you made him look good, and he knew it. 

But Jungkook saw you. He saw how shy you were and how your gaze stayed on the floor when San's friends got a little too rowdy. 

Choi San was a cocky jerk who didn't deserve your time of day. 

Jungkook's grip tightened around his drink.

―⋆★⋆―

At one point he got up from his seat and kept a short distance from the two of you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and a hot coil of jealousy burned in his chest.

The more Jungkook watched the more obvious it was that you liked San. You leaned in close to him when someone came up to you, laughed at his stupid jokes, a smile plastered across your face just like last night. 

It was bad enough that you were sitting there, letting him charm you. You also didn’t seem to notice Jungkook was here too, you hadn’t even looked around at all, your attention was on San the whole time. 

Suddenly, the sound of his name being shouted across the room cuts through the music. He knew that voice, it was Park Jihoon. 

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” 

Jungkook spun around just in time to see Jihoon’s fists clenched, storming toward him. Everyone’s head turned to watch as the scene unfolded, Jungkook barely had time to register it before Jihoon shoves him hard in the chest. 

"You slept with my sister?" he growled

Jungkook doesn’t flinch, he clears his throat and straightens his jacket as he looks at Jihoon.

“I didn’t know she was your sister,” he says, his voice shaking as he tries to stay calm “And I wouldn’t have touched her if I did.” 

Was that a lie? Maybe.

Jihoon’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t buy Jungkook’s lie for a second.

The baseball team knew Jihoon personally—everyone respected him, feared him even. And yet Jungkook claimed he had no idea Jihyo was his sister?

A scoff escaped Jihoon, disbelieving. "Bullshit," he growled, "you’re lying to my face."

Even the music stopped as everyone gathered around them to watch. He could see you watching from across the room, your eyes wide fixed between him and Jihoon.

When you make eye contact something stupid and reckless sparks in him. 

Instead of backing down, instead of apologizing or explaining further… he smirked.

Maybe to impress you, maybe to show he wasn’t weak. Either way he opened his big mouth "So what?" he shot back, chin lifting, "Your sister seemed to like it—"  

As soon as he finished speaking, Jihoon swung his fist at Jungkook, hitting him square in the jaw. The force of the blow sent Jungkook stumbling back, crashing into a table behind him, cups and bottles flying as the crowd gasped. 

Jungkook’s hand instinctively rises up to cup his jaw in pain, caught off guard by the sudden punch. Jihyo moved fast as soon as she heard the commotion. She darted between Jihoon and Jungkook, arms outstretched, shoving her brother hard in the chest to stop him from throwing another punch. 

"Jihoon! Stop!" she shouted, loud enough to cut through the silence that had fallen over the party.  

Jihoon didn’t back down. ”Stay out of this," he growled at her, taking another step toward Jungkook.

Jihyo grabbed Jihoon’s arm "Jihoon," she snapped, turning fully to face him. “You punch him? You’re getting suspended from the team. Coach Park won’t tolerate this.” She knew his weak spot, the baseball team needed him for playoffs. And Jihoon was smart enough to know violence here would cost everything.

A muscle twitched in his jaw but Jihyo was right. Getting into fights right now was stupid but he just wanted to protect his little sister from bastards like Jungkook.

Without another word, Jihoon turned and stormed out of the party, shoving past people on his way to the front door. 

Jihyo bent down in front of Jungkook quickly. A guilty apologetic smile "Sorry about that," she said softly, then reached out a hand to help him up from where Jihoon had knocked him over.

Jungkook took Jihyo’s hand, letting her pull him up. His jaw ached from Jihoon’s punch but he didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Instead, as soon as he was on his feet, he rubbed the back of his neck like nothing serious had just happened. "Guess I should’ve known you were trouble,” he teases even after getting decked by her overprotective brother.

Jihyo chuckled, her shoulders relaxing “Do you need ice?” she asked

Jungkook shook his head with a polite smile, waving it off. “Nah, I’m okay.” 

She studied him for a second, then nodded "See you around," she said with a small wave before turning to leave him be.

The party gradually went back to normal, music blaring again, people laughing like nothing had happened, the fight with Jihoon was already fading into background gossip. Jungkook glanced around for you… but you were gone. San too, probably. 

You two must’ve slipped out while everyone was distracted by the fight. A quiet sigh escaped him as he pushed through the crowd toward the sliding glass door leading to the back deck of the house. 

The cold night air hit his face immediately, nice and peaceful compared to all that noise inside. He leaned on the railing, staring at nothing in particular, mind spinning with everything that just happened.

The glass door slid open with a soft whoosh, but Jungkook didn’t turn. His eyes stayed fixed on the dark backyard, the twinkling lights of the garden, distant crickets chirping in the quiet.

Behind him he heard cautious, approaching footsteps moving across the wooden deck, and then a gentle hand reached out and touched his arm. 

Jungkook turned slowly, and there you were standing in front of him, the glow from the backyard lights making your eyes shine, that small awkward smile played on your lips when you didn’t know what to say. 

Your eyes met and Jungkook’s breath hitched just a little. 

You fumbled slightly with your words "I… um. Thought you could use this." You held out a small ziploc bag filled with ice, wrapped in a dish towel. You probably went to grab it from the kitchen after Jihoon punched him.

Jungkook stared at it a second then took it gently. The cold seeped through the plastic as he pressed it to his jaw “Thanks.” He hadn’t expected you to come check on him, let alone bring him ice.

You leaned against the railing beside him, mirroring his posture, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. The night air wrapped around you both as you turned your head slightly to look at him.

“What was that fight about?" You asked quietly, Jungkook wasn’t the type to get into fights, especially not with his teammates. 

Jungkook hesitated, he didn’t want to lie to you. “I was with Jihyo last night. Jihoon's sister” 

"So that's why you didn't answer my texts last night," you said, voice pointed like you had been waiting for a real explanation and finally got it. 

"Guess you were busy." you added with sarcasm.

Jungkook scoffed, turning his head to look at you "Don’t be like that," he said, defensiveness in his voice. "You were with San all night too." 

The accusation slipped out before he could stop it. He didn’t mean it harshly… but the jealousy simmered under the surface, seeing you with San had bothered Jungkook way more than he’d admit.

You blinked, surprised. “How would you even know that?" you shot back, defensive now, arms crossing over your chest in disbelief.

The air outside suddenly felt heavier, charged with something you couldn’t put your finger on. Was it jealousy? Was it competition or something else? 

Jungkook rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose "I saw you leave the library with him last night," he admitted, jaw tightening. The ice bag crinkled in his grip as he shifted against the railing. 

You shifted slightly "So? We were just working on the project," you said casually, looking away to stare at the garden lights again. "Why does it matter?” you add flatly it never mattered before so why does it all of a sudden matter now? 

He bristled. Why did it matter? Because you said you would be working on a project with people he didn’t know, and now it turned out one of them was Choi San—a guy he didn’t like.

“Because you said you were working on a project with people I didn’t know," he shot back, voice low. "And then I see you with San?”

"I didn’t even know you knew San," you said, shrugging like it was obvious. "He plays volleyball. You play baseball. I didn’t think your circles overlapped."  it was a logical point, but it also sounded dismissive like you hadn't considered Jungkook’s feelings at all. 

Jungkook's voice turned colder, upset now.  “Well, we do,” he snapped "and what? Did you have fun on your little late-night ‘date’ with him?" he said sarcastically

Your face scrunched in irritation, now you were annoyed too. ”I didn’t go on a date with him," You said firmly, voice rising slightly. "He just offered to walk me home. That was it." 

Even though you liked San, you didn't like how Jungkook was twisting things. San had waited for you by the library entrance after the group meeting ended late, asked if you needed a ride since it was dark out and you agreed to let him walk you home because it wasn't safest to walk alone at night. 

"And you just let him walk you?" he argues "You could’ve said no." 

“So what? You fucked the first girl that came along because you were lonely” You don't even understand why you were getting mad. It's not like you guys were dating.

"Hypocrite." 

You were tired of fighting and your voice dropped. It didn't matter who he was with last night; he wasn't your boyfriend. "I told you already, Jungkook," you said calmly, "I’ve been busy."

And it was true, assignments piled up every week, you worked part-time at the café downtown, your friend group had weekly dinners… and yeah, you hung out with other guys sometimes but you never lied to him about your busy schedule. 

Jungkook exhaled, he rubbed his temple, the ice long forgotten in his hand. "…When did San ask you to come to this party with him?" he finally asked quietly 

He just wanted some context, like how long has this been going on? 

"After he dropped me off last night, he asked if I wanted to come with him," you said simply. 

You hadn’t realized Jungkook would even care or that it’d turn into this argument hours later.

He nodded slowly, gaze drifting back to the dark backyard. Maybe he overreacted.  “Have any fun?” he asks softly

You smile and nod "Yeah," you said softly, "I did. The party’s fun… I didn’t know any of his friends but they’re cool."  

He didn’t say anything for a moment. The party’s muffled music drifted through the glass door behind them. Then, he reached out and took your hand—lacing their fingers together gently.

Jungkook swallowed hard. Now that the tension was gone… he actually looked at you properly for the first time since you came out here. The dress was different from what he usually saw you in, it was a little shorter and more revealing. He wasn’t used to seeing you dressed up like this and it caught him off guard in a good way.

He cleared his throat "You… uh," he started, stumbling slightly over the words, "you look really pretty."  he said, voice lower than usual. 

Your smile widened, Jungkook was usually confident, and right now he was being shy stuttering over a compliment. It was sweet.  

You squeezed his hand enjoying seeing him flustered for once.

“Thanks, loser.”

"Wow," he said, shaking his head with a grin spreading across his face "Calling me a loser after I just complimented you?” 

Jungkook’s smile faded slightly, letting go of your hand  "…I’m sorry," he said quietly, "for being stupid.” 

"It's okay," you said, shrugging slightly. "But we shouldn't argue like that. I'm not yours and you're not mine."  

Even though it stung, it was the truth. They weren’t dating and they never put labels on things between them, it was just sexual. 

 "Yeah," he admitted softly, "you're right."  

There's a silent moment between you two, and you don't look at each other, but outside, as the leaves rustle in the wind, you hadn’t realized how cold it had gotten until a sudden shiver ran through you, arms wrapping around yourself. 

Jungkook noticed instantly, his eyes flicked to the goosebumps on your skin, and without a word he shrugged off his jacket and gently draped it over your shoulders.

“You’re going to catch a cold at this rate, you never carry a jacket with you,” he scolds with no real bite.

"I should go inside." you murmured,  San was probably wondering where you went and it wouldn’t be nice to disappear without telling him.

“Yeah," he said with a small, soft smile, "have fun with your date," acknowledging San as your plus-one for the night without jealousy churning in his chest. 

“I’ll text you.”  You promised softly.

Jungkook stayed outside for another minute…watching through the glass as you disappeared into the crowd to find San. 

The fact that you kept Jungkook’s jacket on, the jacket he wore all the time made him smile to himself. You could’ve taken it off and left it outside or handed it back to him before going in.

But you didn’t. 

You walked straight into the party still wrapped in his jacket and Jungkook knew San would notice. 

01 /03

Café Bombón, a cozy little spot downtown, though Jungkook wasn’t there for coffee or at least not just coffee.

He spotted you immediately behind the counter in a lilac apron, folding the edge of a takeout bag with skilled fingers while chatting with another barista. The bell above the door chimed as he entered.

A small smile tugged at his lips when you looked over your shoulder "Jungkook," you greeted him as you reached the counter where customers ordered.

"Hey," he replied, the café was busy, other customers lined up waiting for their orders, a few chatting at tables with their drinks.

You tilted your head slightly, curious. The café was a solid 30-minute walk from campus, far enough that Jungkook didn’t usually come here unless he had a reason.

"What brings you here?" you asked, wiping down the counter absentmindedly.

Jungkook shrugged casually, "Was running errands nearby. Thought I’d stop by… see if you were working."

"So what can I get for you?"

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on your face and the way you bit your lip slightly when focused. He leaned in just a little closer than necessary and said, "Surprise me.”

"Can I add poison to it? That’d be a surprise, wouldn’t it?" You deadpanned, your finger still hovering over the screen

"Oh yeah," he said smoothly, leaning even closer over the counter "Poison me. I dare you."

Your lips twitched trying not to laugh. "You dare me?" You repeated slowly, arching one eyebrow.

You tapped your finger against the edge of the screen once… twice… like you were considering it.

"Oh, I wouldn’t kill you fast, Jungkook," You said smoothly, "I’d do it slowly. Lots of sugar… high-fructose syrup overdose."

Jungkook blinked and laughed softly at that, you would know about that sort of thing. The bell chimed again—another customer walking in. Jungkook’s laughter faded, but the grin stayed on his face.

Realizing they were holding up the line (and that you had actual work to do), he cleared his throat and switched to a normal voice. "Okay, okay…" he said, still smiling, "I’ll have a large caramel macchiato." his usual go-to drink when he came here.

You typed down his order, glancing up at him with a small smile. “Anything else for you?" you asked politely in the same tone you'd use for any customer.

The line had grown slightly behind Jungkook, a few students waiting patiently while chatting among themselves. You gesture toward the display case where the cinnamon rolls sat, glazed and still warm.

"The cinnamon rolls are really good today," you said proudly, "This is our third batch. Fresh out of the oven."

"Alright… I’ll take one,since you recommended them." he said, pointing to the cinnamon roll.

You picked up a Sharpie, ready to write his name on the cup. "Can I get your name?" You asked, already knowing it but following procedure anyway.

He decided to mess with you, "Ian." He replied.

Your lips pressed together to keep from laughing right in his face. Ian? Seriously? You scribbled ‘IAN’ on the cup "$6.50 for the macchiato and cinnamon roll," you rang him up without another word.

Jungkook stepped aside to wait, lucky for him, you were the one making his drink. The other barista took over handling new customers as you moved behind the counter to prepare his order.

A few minutes later…you placed both items on the counter in front of him with a polite smile. Jungkook took the cup and bag from you. "Thanks," he said softly before glancing at the clock on the wall.

"What time are you off work?"

You glanced at the clock and it was a little past 6 PM. You still had about an hour left before your shift ended. "In an hour," you answered, wiping your hands on your apron again before leaning against the counter slightly.

Jungkook nodded and turned toward a nearby empty table in the corner of the café. "I’ll wait for you," he said simply, walking over to sit down like this was completely normal and didn’t have anything better to do.

You scrunched your nose, not because you wanted him to leave, but because you didn’t want him to waste an hour just sitting there.

...Or maybe you did want him to leave. It was weird and seemed like too much effort for a casual hangout.

"You really don’t have to," you said gently, from across the counter. "I can just text you when I’m done."

Jungkook shrugged, propping his elbows onto the table “I don’t mind,” he said simply, then smirked "What, you embarrassed I’m watching you work?”

Your stomach twisted slightly, not from Jungkook’s presence, but from the feeling it stirred up. "I’m not… it's just…" your thoughts trailed off.

It reminded you of your ex—Jeonghan. The man who was ten years older than you, intense, possessive, controlling.

He was the kind of guy who showed up unannounced, texted constantly like he needed constant reassurance you were his, always wanted to know where you were and who you talked to, it was overbearing in a way that suffocated you.

Jeonghan used to wait for you after work too, and now here was Jungkook—doing the same thing. It's not like Jungkook was doing anything wrong; he wasn’t anything like your ex, but the familiarity of this moment scared a little part of you that remembered how suffocating that felt before.

"Are you sure? Don’t you have other things to do… other girls to entertain?"

Jungkook’s playful expression faded at your words "No," he answered flatly, "I don’t."

“Fine, if you need anything, let me know.”

Then you slipped into work mode again, taking orders from customers who walked in, ringing up payments, handling drinks.

The café stayed busy and Jungkook just sat there by the window, scrolling through his phone casually, sipping the macchiato you’d made him earlier without a care in the world.

―⋆★⋆―

The café was quieter now, and the clock struck 7 PM. You clocked out, grabbed your bag from the back room, and without a word, you walked straight to Jungkook’s table, where he’d been waiting patiently for an hour reading something on his phone.

Jungkook glanced up as you approached "That was fast," he commented, standing up and shoving his phone into his pocket.

“Just don’t make it a habit.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, you didn’t want this to become a thing, a habit of him showing up unannounced every time you were at work.

"Yeah," he said easily, "I get it."

If you wanted space, he respected that. No pressure from him, he only stopped by today because he happened to be in the area and wanted to see you.

Jungkook pushed the café door open for you, holding it as you stepped outside into the cold evening air. "Hungry?" he asked, turning to face you fully on the sidewalk. "We could grab dinner."

"Yeah," you agreed, you hadn’t eaten since your lunch break, "Dinner sounds amazing."

"There’s a really good sushi place a few blocks away," he said, already turning in that direction. "We could walk there. It's not too far." He knew you liked sushi and they’d talked about trying this spot before but never gone together.

This was different.

Usually, you’d meet up with him at a convenience store after practice or classes, grab snacks, maybe a drink and then head straight to his place. They were never real dates, just casual hookups disguised as hanging out.

As they crossed the street together and approached the restaurant, he felt a sudden wave of nervousness wash over him. This felt like two people going on a real date.

The sushi place was small, had soft lighting, wooden tables, and the smell of grilled fish in the air.

They were quickly seated at a cozy corner table for two. Jungkook slid into his seat across from you, his knee bounced slightly under the table.

Jungkook opened his mouth and he tried to say something smooth like, ‘You look pretty today.’ but instead he blurted out "So uh… you like salmon rolls or…?"

When you looked at Jungkook, he avoided your eyes while he talked by looking at the menu, but you could tell he was acting weird.

"Yeah," you said slowly, playing along, "Should we order some?"

The waiter came by with a notepad, ready to take their orders. Jungkook cleared his throat and straightened up, "We’ll start with edamame. And… uh…" His eyes darted back to you, "You want miso soup?" he asks and you nod.

When the waiter left to get your appetizers you leaned back slightly in your chair, as you asked about his day, "So," you started, "what’d you do today?"

"Had practice this morning, went to class..." he said, keeping his gaze on the table, playing with the utensils "Then I ran errands after...groceries, baseball stuff." The waiter returned with their edamame and miso soup, placing them in front of them before leaving again.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly, was something bothering him?

"Yeah," he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m just… nervous."

"Nervous about what?" you ask, resting your elbows on the table now, chin propped in your hands. "We’ve already seen each other naked."

"’I’m not nervous about that. We’re good."

Then, his voice dropped lower like he was shy. "It’s just… I’ve never really taken you on a date before."

Your smile falters slightly, "So this is a date…?" you said slowly, your voice tinged with confusion.

You’ve never called anything between you two a "date" so why would this be any different? He didn't really ask you out, and you were wearing work clothes. You would have preferred some kind of heads up.

Jungkook’s confidence wavered the second you said it like that. His face flushed "Wait, no—no, I mean," he backtracked fast, waving his hands slightly "It’s not a date-date."

"Not unless… you wanna call it that?" he mumbled under his breath

Had he misread everything? Were you just seeing this as dinner as friends?

And to top it all off the waiter chose that moment to drop by and take their sushi orders, he stood there politely with his notepad "Ready to order?" he asked gently.

Jungkook cleared his throat. "Uh…we’ll get the rainbow roll platter," he said quickly to the waiter, "And… salmon nigiri." avoiding eye contact with you as he ordered.

"Can I add a spicy crab roll?" you asked the waiter politely, voice calm like nothing weird had just happened.

The waiter nodded and jotted it down before leaving again with their orders. The moment he walked away silence returned to their table. Jungkook stared at his chopsticks, anything to avoid looking at you.

You glanced around the restaurant, checking if any of their mutual friends or people from campus were there. The last thing you wanted was gossip spreading that you were on a date.

"I just hope no one sees us," you muttered under your breath, mostly to yourself but loud enough for Jungkook to hear.

He paused, his eyes narrowing "Would you rather be seen with San?" he counters

"You know that’s not what I mean," you clarify, “I just don’t want people making a big deal out of this.”

Jungkoon crossed his arms as his jaw tightened. “Out of what?”

“They’ll think this is a date” you deadpan, you really didn’t need the attention right now

“So… it’s not a date?”

"No, it's not," you said flatly

"Sorry," he muttered, rubbing his face with one hand before forcing a small smile. "I just... got weird about it."

The waiter came back with their sushi on a lacquered tray, the smell of it filled the air. You were both hungry, and it gave you both a chance to chill out after that tense moment.

"I think we’re overcomplicating things," you admitted, picking up your chopsticks and pointing them at him playfully. “You’re just nervous.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, finally relaxing. He grabbed his chopsticks and picked up a piece of salmon nigiri. "We’re just two people eating sushi."

You took a bite of your spicy crab roll, then shot Jungkook a look "Exactly," you said after swallowing.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair "Maybe not labeling this as a date was for the best," he said with a lazy grin, picking up another piece of sushi. "Less pressure."

"Ohhh, so that's why you were nervous?" you teased, "Because you thought this might be a date and didn’t know how to act?"

It sounded ridiculous when you said it out loud because Jungkook was the guy who shamelessly flirted with you any chance he got and now he was nervous over dinner?

"Yeah," he admitted shamelessly, "I don’t do dates or go out like this.”

“You mean with other girls.”

"Yeah," he shrugged one shoulder, "I don’t go out with other girls like this." He hooked up, had fun but never took girls to dinner.

―⋆★⋆―

The rest of dinner rolled by in easy conversation. They talked about everything and nothing like campus gossip, dumb memories from high school, the baseball team’s upcoming game and deeper stuff too, like dreams for the future.

Jungkook liked that you were a great listener, he found himself opening up more than usual, sharing things he wouldn’t normally tell just anyone.

"I don’t know," he started, swirling his drink, "Maybe it’s all stupid. My dream of going pro."

"You’re like one of the best players here," you stated, "You can go pro. It’s not stupid."

You continued, "Aren’t you in engineering too? It’s not like you don’t have a plan after uni."

"Yeah," he murmured, "You’re right."

Jungkook wasn't gambling everything on baseball. He had backup options, a solid future even if this whole baseball thing didn’t work out, he had a safety net with engineering.

The night had wrapped around them like a warm blanket. Jungkook paid before you could even offer to split the bill and stood up, stretching slightly.

He felt lighter, like all those nervous thoughts from earlier had melted away over sushi and easy conversation.

For once, he wasn't overthinking what they were, or what they weren't.

You grinned at him under the glow of a streetlamp, "Let’s get ice cream?" You suggested, "My treat." And since he’d paid for dinner, you wanted to return the favour.

"Oh yeah?" He slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked toward the ice cream parlor. "What else you gonna give me for free, [YN]?"

You leaned in close as you walked, lowering your voice to a teasing whisper "How about I let you lick something sweet later?"

Jungkook’s breath hitched, his grip around your shoulder tightened as heat shot straight to his core. "Careful," he purred, letting you go as they reached the ice cream shop, "You’re gonna make me skip dessert and take you home instead."

"Try it," you dared, nudging the ice cream shop door open with your shoulder before stepping inside.

The moment they stepped inside, Jungkook was so distracted that he didn’t see the girl standing right in front of them. He bumped into her hard, causing her to stumble and the ice cream cone in her hand splattered on the floor.

Her face twisted into an instant annoyance, recognizing Jungkook the second she saw him. It was Jia, she was one of the cheerleaders Jungkook hooked up with casually before you came into his life but it was nothing serious.

"Really?" she snapped, "You couldn’t watch where you were going?”

"Shit, sorry," he said quickly, "I didn’t see you."

He pulled out his wallet and nodded toward the counter. "I'll buy you another one. What flavor?"

"Raspberry," she said curtly before turning back to you, her eyes scanning you up and down. Who are you? Why were you with Jungkook?

"You’re Jungkook’s girlfriend?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. You weren’t sure who this girl was to Jungkook, "Uh… no," you said honestly, "We’re just friends."

Jungkook returned and Jia took the new raspberry ice cream from him with a polite "thanks" but her attention snapped right back to you.

"Right," she said smoothly, tilting her head, "You're San’s girlfriend, aren't you?"

The second those words left her mouth, Jungkook stiffened. San took you to one party and suddenly people think you're dating him? He barely tolerated San on a good day.

Please, that guy didn’t know anything about you.

Jealousy burned up inside him, he looked at you but you looked away staring at the display of ice cream. Unsure of what to say now.

'No, we're just friends too' but it obviously didn't look that way.

Jia didn’t wait for you to respond, already turning away "Well anyway, I need to go. Thanks for this," she said dismissively to Jungkook then walked off without another glance.

The shop door chimed as she left and the second she was gone, Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose.

"So what ice cream are you going to get?" you asked him casually, still scanning the flavour options.

He stared blankly at the menu for a second before shrugging, "Dunno."

You laughed lightly trying to play it cool but the second you turned to him, your smile faded a little. Jungkook’s usual playful energy was gone.

"What do you mean you don’t know?" you teased gently, nudging his arm.

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temple. Instead of answering about ice cream, he reached out and grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you toward the door.

"Let’s go."

You followed without protest, letting Jungkook lead you out of the shop. The night air was cool again as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Hey… what’s wrong?"

"People just… assume shit," he muttered finally, looking up at the sky "Like you’re San’s girlfriend or whatever."

“It pisses me off." he finishes, running a hand through his hair.

"Hey," you said, stepping closer and smoothing a hand over his chest, "Ignore them.”

“Let’s go back to your place, yeah?"

"Okay," he said, as he looked down at you, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you closer. Jungkook leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to your lips

"Let me take you home."

Jungkook didn’t say anything, just closed the door behind him and turned to you, closing the distance between and he kissed you again, hungrier this time.

His hands found your waist as he backed you gently against his bedroom door then turned the knob behind you without breaking contact.

The door swung open, revealing his neatly made bed, dark sheets, scent of his cologne wafted through the room. Jungkook guided you inside without hesitation, kicking the door shut behind them.

His hands slid under your sweater as you stumbled toward the bed together.

Jungkook was hovering over you for a second before claiming your lips again, kissing you slower this time; he was savouring this moment.

His mouth trailed down to your jaw, then neck kissing and nipping lightly while his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt.

A soft sigh escaped him as he pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Take this off," he murmured, voice rough as he sat up slightly to help you peel your sweater and shirt over your head.

You sat there in a delicate bralette sending a visible shiver through Jungkook, his breath hitching.

The lace barely covered anything, and it looked so good on you. For a second, he just stared then his hands were on you again trailing up your sides to trace the edges of the fabric with his thumbs.

"God," he breathed out before ducking down to kiss along your collarbone.

Jungkook pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the tops of your breasts, right above the bralette, "I missed you," he murmured against your chest, right before his mouth found the lace-covered peak of your nipple sucking lightly through the fabric.

"Missed me that much?" you teased in a breathy voice, arching into him slightly to give him better access. "It's only been a week."

His hands slid up to unhook the bralette, fingers fumbling slightly the second it was off his lips wrapped around your breast, he swirled his tongue over your nipple before closing his lips around it again, sucking on the peak and one hand slid up to cup your other breast thumb brushing in slow circles.

He switched to your other nipple, sucking harder now teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. He lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire

"You know I missed you," he said in a low tone, "Missed this pussy." His hands slid down to the waistband of your pants next fingers hooking into them.

He kissed a trail down your stomach, you tilted your head back against his pillow, fingers tightening in his hair but Jungkook sat back just enough to look at you.

"Lift your hips," he ordered softly, voice thick.

When you did he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties sliding them both down in one swift motion kicking them off the bed. Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to your bellybutton, his lips lingering there for a second.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured against your stomach before trailing lower.

His hands gripped your thighs gently, spreading your legs wider until Jungkook’s eyes locked onto the faint mark on your inner thigh a hickey, clearly left by someone else.

He knew exactly who it was from. Without a word, he ducked down and sucked harshly on the same spot but harder leaving a darker, fresher mark over it.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his lips still wet from the new hickey he’d just left. He studied your face as he dragged a thumb over the mark

"Cute," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "San really went all out on you, huh?"

"Oh please," you scoffed, reaching up to pinch his cheek, "You’re acting like you don’t leave hickeys on girls all the time."

Jungkook caught your wrist before you could pinch him, holding it gently and pressing a quick kiss to your palm. "Yeah, I do," he admitted shamelessly, "But that doesn’t mean I like seeing them on you."

"Wow, so possessive," you said, laughing softly. You sat up slightly, cupping his face with both hands now. "You’re such a baby."

Jungkook scrunched his nose "Yeah," he agreed without shame, "And? You love it."

He pushed you back onto the bed again, capturing your lips and shutting you up. You moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against Jungkook’s lips messy and sweet.

Jungkook broke the kiss with a wet sound—saliva connecting their lips for a second, "Take off your clothes," you ordered, voice already breathless with want.

The demand in your voice sent heat straight through him and without hesitation, he yanked his hoodie off over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. Then he kicked off his jeans while he leaned back in to kiss you again.

Your hands roamed over Jungkook’s bare chest, nails scraping lightly over his abs, you dragged your fingertips over the obvious bulge in his briefs, you palm over it teasingly before finally hooking your fingers into the waistband.

He bit back a groan, hips twitching upward involuntarily. "Fuck," he muttered against your mouth

"What are we going to do, Jungkook?" you asked in a low voice.

"Whatever you want," he answered roughly, his hands were already moving, shoving his underwear down his hips.

He was already aching for you.

The sight made heat pool in your lower belly. Without breaking eye contact you reached out and wrapped your fingers around him—giving a slow stroke.

"Shit—"

His hips jerked into your palm, craving more friction, pre-cum glistened at his tip, your thumb swiped over the head and he caught your wrist gently. "Don’t tease," he breathed out.

Jungkook releases your wrist to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, again. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them apart slightly as he settled between them.

"Let me show you," he murmured, "How much I missed my favorite girl."

He kissed your sopping cunt like a starved man, then licked in one slow, deliberate stripe, tasting you properly and sucking softly on your clit. Your back arched off the bed, hands flying to tangle in Jungkook’s hair.

Every flick of his tongue, every suck sent electric shocks through you. You bit down on your lip to muffle a louder moan but failed when he added two fingers, curling them just right.

"J-Jungkook—" his name came out breathy and broken.

His fingers pumped deeper while his tongue circled relentlessly, switching between fast flicks and slow, filthy licks just to hear you gasp. "You taste so good," he groaned, voice thick with arousal.

"Missed my pussy, missed you." he moans.

Your whole body tensed the coiling pressure snapping all at once as Jungkook pushed you right over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, back arching off the bed as you gasped his name.

Fingers tightening painfully in Jungkook’s hair, your thighs trembled around his head, while his tongue kept lapping gently to draw out every last pulse of pleasure.

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, his lips glistening when he finally lifted his head.

"Look at you," he purred, "So pretty when you cum."

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, pulling him up toward you for a kiss "Jungkook… please," you begged, voice breathless.

Jungkook smirked against your lips, loving how desperate you were, he dragged his thumb in slow circles over your sensitive clit.

“Please what?" he teased, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whimpered hips jerking up into his touch, chasing the friction, your legs wrapped around his waist, you "Need you,"

"Need me?" he echoed mockingly, dragging his thumb in one more slow circle before stopping entirely.

His fingers sliding through your slickness before bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low hum.

Jungkook’s cock twitched against your thigh already leaking just from how wet you were. He dragged the head against your soaked core, coating himself with it and smirking at the filthy sound.

"Yeah? My girl needs this cock?" he taunted in a husky whisper, lining himself up but not pushing in yet.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance but held himself there. "Tell me," he demanded, breath hot on your lips, "Did San fuck you just like this?"

"Hmm… maybe," you said casually, dragging out yours words just to piss him off. "He was pretty good."

Jungkook reached over to his nightstand, grabbed a condom from the drawer and tore it open with his teeth, rolling it on slowly just to make you wait, he finally looked back at you—eyes blazing.

"Oh yeah?" He shot back, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand and the other guiding himself to your entrance.

"Let’s see if you remember how I fuck you."

Jungkook pushed into you in one smooth thrust, his grip on your wrists tightened as he set a relentless pace, hips snapping like he was proving something.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he pounded into you each word a filthy growl between heavy breaths, "Feel that? That's me. Not San. Me."

His hand slid from your wrist to grip your thigh, hiking it higher around his waist to drive even deeper. "You're all mine."

Your loud moans filled the room. Jungkook took you exactly how you liked it. Your nails dug into his back, leaving faint red trails down his shoulders.

"Jungkook!" you cried his name again when he hit a spot that made you see stars.

Jungkook groaned at the sting of your nails, he kissed you roughly, swallowing those pretty sounds as his thrusts grew messier and less controlled. The bed creaked under them; sweat slicked their skin together.

"Fuck—you feel so good," he panted against your lips between kisses.

Your breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples pebbled from pleasure. Your moans were loud, filling Jungkook’s bedroom.

"Jungkook—you feel so good," you gasped out between breaths, hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he pounded into you.

His muscles tensed, the coil in his stomach tightening with every slap of skin against skin. He was so close but he wanted to make you fall apart first, one hand slid between you, thumb finding your clit again rubbing tight circles.

"Come on, baby cum for me," he urged, thumb pressing harder on your clit while his hips drove into yours. He could feel it—the way your walls fluttered around him, how you tensed right before that edge.

His voice cracked as he begged you to cum. He shifted slightly, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Cum on my cock, sweets, let me feel it," he groaned, pupils blown wide with lust.

You hooked your legs around Jungkook’s waist, heels pressing into his lower back to pull him even deeper.

"Harder! I’m so close!"

His hands gripped your hips tighter as he pounded into you harder, each thrust deeper and more desperate than the last.

"Yeah? Like that?" he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple.

"Mmm… just like that," your eyes half-lidded, lips parted as you reveled in the sensation.

Jungkook looked down at you completely captivated. Your face was flushed, lips swollen from kissing, hair fanned out messily on his pillow. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, those pretty tits bouncing slightly with each of his movements.

Your eyes were glazed over with pleasure, dark pupils blown wide and you had that fucked out smile on your face.

"You’re so pretty," he breathed out. “all mine." he whispered, kissing you sloppily before biting your bottom lip.

Your moan was soft, almost dreamy, the coiling tension in your stomach reached its peak. "J-Jungkook…" you moaned his name like a prayer, fingers curling into his hair as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

The second you came, your walls clenched, pulsing and fluttering around Jungkook’s cock. Your tight cunt milked his cock perfectly, dragging him right over the edge with you.

A loud moan tore from his throat as he lost control completely, his hips stuttered, losing rhythm completely "Fuck, [YN]—I’m gonna—" he couldn’t even finish before wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, muscles tensing as he spilled deep into the condom.

"You're so fucking perfect," he groans.

Jungkook collapsed onto you gently, still inside you as he caught his breath. He pressed lazy kisses along your jawline then nuzzled into the crook of your neck "Love you," he mumbled sleepily against your skin words slipping out before he could stop them.

You blinked at his words, heart suddenly pounding for a different reason now “what?”

"Shit—I mean," he backtracked instantly.

He hadn’t meant to say that out loud… especially not after sex. He rolled onto his back beside you abruptly, staring at the ceiling.

Jungkook scrambled to cover up his slip-up, heart pounding. He cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

"I mean… I love sex with you," he corrected awkwardly, "It’s good. Really good."

Laughing at his terrible cover-up you reached over and flicked his forehead playfully.

"You’re so stupid," you teased. Then you rolled onto your side to face him properly, smiling. "But yeah, I think it's really good too."

That's why you kept coming back to each other; no one else made you feel as good as he did.

Jungkook turned his head to look at you "Stay the night?" he asked quietly.

He already knew your answer would be yes, you always ended up staying over after nights like this.

“Only if you make me pancakes in the morning.”

"Deal," he said, grinning before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

02 / 04

It was a Friday afternoon, and while most would have fun plans, you were actually going to be locked away in the campus library with your study group. Your plan was to study for an upcoming anatomy exam, and then meet up with four of your group members to finish a psychology project due next week. 

You were about to spend the whole night in the library with people you weren’t even that familiar with. Even though they weren’t happy when you told them you were only available on Friday nights, everything worked out in the end. You offered to buy everyone coffee and pastries from the cafe where you work part-time.

You check your phone for the time, and your eyes glance at the notification bar: 9 unread messages from Jeon Jungkook. 

It’s not like you were intentionally not answering his texts; you were just…a little busy. Besides, he texted you unimportant things all week, like sending silly TikToks and asking how you were doing. 

Nothing important.

What was he thinking? On the very first night, you told him that if he wanted to keep doing this, it would be just him blowing your back out, nothing more, nothing less. There was no reason to talk outside of that when you made it abundantly clear you did not want a boyfriend and that wasn’t about to change for anyone.

Either way you should have known Jeon Jungkook wouldn’t listen, he made it blatantly obvious he liked you, always wanting to see you, stopping to greet you in the hallways, buying you snacks whenever he could. 

Sure it was cute, but you were almost positive you didn’t want that; you wanted to keep things on the low with him, and when you brought it up, he mumbled against your chest, ‘No one knows we fuck. They all know we’re just friends.’ 

Jungkook was popular, like really popular, so popular you’re pretty sure that at least half the girls on campus have seen his dick by now. Which made things a little more complicated because suddenly he only wants to see you more and more often. 

To keep things under control, you never let guys get too close, or you drew them in close enough only to pull away.

It kept you safe from heartbreak but also satisfied your need to be loved and wanted, and of course you made sure Jungkook knew he wasn’t the only guy you were seeing. You’ve been in a situation like this with another man, and you weren’t about to go through it again. 

You grab your bag filled with all your essentials, and the binder you carried around like it was a baby. Checking the time again you realize you had just enough time to pay a certain someone a little visit. 

Before stopping by the café, you stepped through the shortcut across the field—right where students passed to avoid going around.

The plan was just to walk by and see if he was there…

Jungkook stood by the dugout, helmet tucked under his arm, sweat glistening on his forehead. It’s been a week since he last saw you.

That means it’s been a week of stolen glances across the halls, small moments of eye contact that didn’t last very long. He tried to play it cool and told himself that you’re just as busy as he is. Maybe you had a bad week, a hectic schedule, or you were just working longer hours. 

He texted you…multiple times… 

On Monday morning he sent a simple “Morning,” with a couple more texts throughout the day, then again on Tuesday, “Studying late again? Want me to bring coffee?” No answer.

Wednesday night he asked if you had dinner already, and yesterday he sent a silly cat meme because…well, he thought of you when he saw it. 

He wasn’t needy, and never bothered you. You both agreed that there would be no labels, just sex, so technically, no one owed anyone texts or explanations. 

Then why did he feel this way?

He didn’t want to look desperate, but a voice in the back of his mind that kept saying, “What if she’s avoiding you?” Made him overthink everything. Was he being too much? Did he say something stupid the last time you saw each other?

Jungkook hasn’t really done this kind of thing with other girls, like sneaking into your dorm when the RA wasn’t around, stealing kisses in between classes, or spending quiet mornings tangled in blankets after a late-night “study” session. 

He pushed his feelings aside and tried to concentrate on his own things.

“Jungkook! You’re up!”

Coach Park's voice snapped him out of his daze. Jungkook straightened, grabbing a bat from the rack, rolling his shoulders back before stepping on to the plate. He squared his stance, knees slightly bent, bat raised, eyes locked onto the pitcher, Kim Mingyu. 

Mingyu was a show-off, with that stupid cocky smirk after every strikeout, loud trash talk that got on Jungkook’s nerves. They weren’t exactly friends, more like rivals who only tolerated each other because of baseball. 

The whistle blew, and Jungkook tightened his grip on the bat. Across the diamond, Mingyu turned and threw a fastball straight at him, Jungkook swung too early and the ball went flying past his face in a blur. 

Coach Park frowned, arms crossed. “Try that again,” he barked. 

Keeping his eyes on the ball, Jungkook quickly changed his stance and let out a sharp breath. The second pitch seemed to come in faster; it was a curveball. Jungkook took a swing and missed again, but this time he swung too late.

Jungkook didn’t even bother hiding his frustration, he dropped the bat with a quiet thud, shoulders slumping. Coach Park stepped forward, face stern as he raised a hand. “Mingyu! Change the pitch. Just throw it straight!” 

With a huff, Mingyu grabbed another ball. Coach Park patted Jungkook on the shoulder “Focus,” he said simply. “Breathe. You’re better than this.”

When Coach Park blew the whistle, the team groaned in unison. “Take ten, everyone,” the players scattered, grabbing water bottles and towels as they headed to the benches. 

Jungkook dropped his bat on the rack, still breathing hard. His jersey clung to his back from sweat. He grabbed a water bottle but didn’t drink yet– coach Park sat beside him. 

“Listen,” he said quietly, “you’re one of my best hitters…but you’re not in it today.” 

He crossed his arms. “Saturday’s game against Riverside? That’s your chance to shine.”

Jungkook twisted the cap off his water bottle and took a long swig, the cool liquid making him feel better. He avoided Coach Park’s gaze, staring across the field. 

“Yeah,” he said finally, “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Jungkook fiddled with the cap, he hadn’t slept well…beacause he kept thinking about you. A thousand scenarios played in his head, What were you up to that you didn’t even have a chance to answer his texts? Maybe something happened? A medical emergency? A family issue? 

He didn’t know anything, and that’s what bothered him. 

He knew he wasn’t the only guy in your life, he knew you had friends, other classmates you studied with, guys in your pre-med group you’d grab coffee with after lectures. 

But Jungkook was…something more than that, right? 

You kissed almost every time you saw each other. He memorized how you took your coffee, knew what your favourite movie was. He would like to think he was one of the important guys in your life that you would at least text back. 

The sound of one of the bats hitting the ground snapped Jungkook out of his daze. He bent down to pick it up, but something else caught his eye. 

He looked toward the path near the bleachers and saw you.

You walked through the shortcut behind a group of students, your skirt swaying with each step. The late afternoon sun made you glow, and your hair was blowing in the breeze like it was some sort of dream. 

When he catches sight of you, his pulse quickens, his hands feel clammy and his throat goes dry. Without realizing it, he straightens up quickly. 

You spot him as quickly as he spots you, and your hand rises out of instinct, waving at him with that sweet smile. He does the same, a goofy grin appearing on his face.

“Wait up!” He calls out, his voice a bit rougher than he intends.

Stopping in your tracks, you watch as he walks up to you by the short chain-link fence next to the field, brushing the dust off his uniform, trying to look somewhat presentable for you.

“Hey,” you said softly, as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt guilty as soon as you saw his face. You didn’t mean to ghost him; you were just busy this week.

Maybe you should have sent answered his texts.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, trying to act nonchalant, even though his heart is already pounding. Seeing you and actually getting to talk to you properly for the first time this week makes him a little nervous. 

He suddenly felt embarrassed over how many texts he sent that went without an answer, he wonders if you even saw them.

“Are you here to watch practice today?" He asks as leans against the fence. 

Every now and then, you would come to watch Jungkook during practice — well, not really watch, more like read by the bleachers while pretending like you weren’t staring whenever he turned away.

You look around the field behind him, his teammates stretching, some chatting before catching his gaze again. “I was just passing by,” you say, holding your binder close to your chest, your favourite bag hanging from your shoulder.

Jungkook could tell you were on your way somewhere, that’s for sure. The sight makes him curious, but he pushes the question aside for now, focusing on keeping this conversation going.

He pushes off the fence, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, then there’s a slight smirk on his face. 

“Just passing by, huh? Sure it’s not an excuse to come check me out?”

You laugh at the absurdity of his question, “Why would I come all the way here to check you out?” You both knew it was the other way around, Jungkook usually came to you. 

A chuckle escapes him at your comment, his smirk only growing wider, turning into a cocky grin. He leans on the fence again, looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks and you raise an eyebrow. 

“Well, it looks like you were headed to the library, and walking through here is taking the longer way around,”

It was technically a shortcut to the other side of campus, but not to the library. Your eyes widen a little,you try to think of a reason other than wanting to see him, but the way you reacted showed him he was right.

“It’s okay if you want to see me…I know I look good out here,” he says, voice low and confident. 

Then, you squint at him, acting nonchalant. “How can you be so sure?” 

He gives you a quick once-over, taking in your form. That skirt looked so good on you, and it was a little short for the library…or at least he thought so. 

He snaps out of his trance, “You seem like the type who’s into athletes.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back your smile. “You think so?” You glance over his shoulder at his friends, huddling up checking the two of you out. 

He follows your gaze and notices his teammates watching, grinning like idiots. “Hey!” He shouts at them, waving a hand, “Stop staring!” 

They laugh and turn away, but Jungkook is already back to looking at you, the sight of you biting your lip doing things to him that it really shouldn't be doing in the middle of practice. 

“Yeah,” he says softly, stepping closer to the fence, “I know so and if you keep looking at me like that…I’ll make you admit it later.”

Your eyebrow twitches, contemplating his words, and your binder almost slips out of your hands, but you catch it before it does.

“I can’t tonight.” 

His grin falters for a moment. It's been a week. Running a hand through his hair again, trying to shake off his disappointment. 

“Right, you’re busy.” He tries not to let his voice give away his real feelings. 

“What, you got a hot date or something?” He’s joking and trying to sound casual, but he really wants you to say that you’re free. 

“I wish,” you tease back, “I have this group project thing,” holding up the binder a bit as if saying, isn’t it obvious? 

He lets out a sigh of relief. Of course you’d spend a Friday night at the library, it’s just a group project, not a date.

That’s good… yeah.

He folds his arms over his chest. “A group project, huh?” He eyes the binder. “That explains the nerd energy coming off of you.”

You roll your eyes and give him that sarcastic ‘ha ha’ very funny look. He grins, eyes never leaving your face. “So, who’re you working with for the project? Anyone I know?” 

You don’t even notice his snooping, getting at the question in a discreet kind of way, trying to see if another guy’s name comes up.

As if he already doesn’t feel jealous at the thought of you working on a stupid project with some other guy on a Friday night. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so…” Your voice trails, trying to remember faces and names of the members in your group and see if they’re tied to Jungkook in any way.

“Mmm” he repeats, that wasn’t very reassuring. 

Though, he shouldn’t overthink it. 

He just hums in acknowledgement, gaze still fixed on you. “Alright then,” he pauses, thinking about something to say…should he ask if you were free tomorrow?

“Before you go, can you do me a favour?” 

You couldn’t help but be intrigued “Depends on the favour,” you lean in closer to the fence to hear what he has to say,

His eyes darken just a bit as you lean in, he lowers his voice, the smirk on his face only growing. “For being such a smartass you’re awfully compliant all of a sudden.” And you roll your eyes playfully with a huff. 

Jungkook looks around for a moment, at the field, his friends and the passers-by making sure no one is looking, “Come closer,” he tells you.

You do as he says, stepping closer, hands grabbing onto the fence, he reaches for you over the fence, his hand closing around your wrist and gently tugging you even closer toward him, your body just inches away from the metal. 

“I think this is as close as I can get,” you mutter nervously. 

He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper so only you can hear.

“Want to know what the favour is?”

“I do,” you whisper back, fingers grabbing onto his sleeve, looking at him in the eyes with a defiant glare, hoping he wasn’t about to say something stupid.

He glances around one last time, making sure you’re not being watched. When he’s sure no one is paying attention, his gaze lowers to your lips.

Jungkook leans in close, his breath ghosting your lips, his voice is soft, “Open your mouth,” he purrs full of challenge, a tease just to see if you’ll listen. 

You pause, taken aback, you were expecting him to kiss you and say something like, ‘Call me later.’

If you open your mouth, what was he going to do? Spit in it? In front of everyone? People were sure to see and talk about that. It’s disgusting, yet that doesn’t stop the shiver that crawls down your spine at the thought.

Curiosity killed the cat, you think. You're not sure what’s gotten into you, without thinking about it twice, you’re opening your mouth for him just like that. 

The sight of you obeying his command makes his breath catch in his throat. He watched you open your mouth, gaze hot and intense, and a low groan of satisfaction escapes him.

“Wider.” He challenges just to see how far you’re willing to go. 

‘Aaa' you let out, opening your mouth wider, his pupils dilated at the sight, your lips parted, completely under his command. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice soft like velvet. “I wish this fence wasn’t here so I could kiss you properly.” he hooks his thumb on your bottom lip before you could respond. 

Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strawberry candy, the red wrapper crinkled as he peeled it open with his free hand.

Then he gently places the candy on your tongue, he knew strawberry was your favourite, he always bought some when he saw them at the convenience store near campus just because he thought you’d like that. 

You closed your lips around the candy, savouring the flavour, a shy smile on your face, it was gross but kind of sweet…

“Stay sweet for me, yeah?” he smirks and lets go.

Oh, Jungkook knew the effect he had on you, he did all of this on purpose! He was going to have you thinking about this allllllll night. 

He pauses and looks away. "Just...text me back," he says softly, scratching the back of his neck. "Even if it's just a 'hey' or 'I'm busy' or anything," you can tell him that he feels awkward saying this to you.

This was that shy side of Jungkook that you didn't see often but adored, “I just want to know that you’re okay.” he finally admits out loud. 

He looks over your face and notices that shy expression on your face, then smiles before turning back to the field and letting go of the fence. His honesty makes your face feel warm, and you turn away as well. Since when does this man have such an effect on you?

“See you around, sweets.”