Can we get a little update on 2.5 please🥺🙏. Just a little, a paragraph is fine too. I miss that couple. 😭🥹pretty please 🥺💕
….you can get the first bits of the new part that i have yet to finish……but thats it…..for now…..👀
You loved your boyfriend and all of his hobbies, allowing him to take pictures of you when he got a new film camera, never shying away from his video camera once he dipped his toe into video editing. But his new hobby might be the death of you.
When Jungkook said it was okay for you to come over you had been expecting him to be waiting for you in his comfy clothes, the tiredness of work weighing him down as he greeted you with a smile. Instead he answered the door with his hair damp with sweat, a sweet smile on his lips as he tried to catch his breath and uttered out the cutest ‘hi baby’ you’ve ever heard. He’s in a black baggy shirt, equally as sweaty as his hair when you hug him, and with his arms around you that's when you notice his hands are currently wrapped.
“Hi, what are you doing?” you breathe out, suddenly feeling like the air had gotten significantly thinner in his place.
The door shuts behind you as he gives you a quick kiss, making a beeline back to his spot by the window, directly in front of a swinging black punching bag.
“Just finishing up some drills. I’m almost done I promise.”
You can only watch in awe as he goes from smiling at you to staring at the punching bag and returning to what he was doing. Your hand reaches out to feel for the couch, not able to look away as you circle the piece of furniture and perch your ass right on the edge to watch him in all of his glory. Bam sits right by your side, perfectly content to have you scratching his head while you drool over his dad.
You’re shameless about it too, not even pretending to be entertained by the television, no, your sights are set on your sweaty boyfriend grunting each time his fist connects with the punching bag. It has you in a trance, focused on the beads of sweat that drop off his hair with each precise punch.
“Stop it,” he laughs out, refusing to look at you as he hits another combo.
“Stop what?”
“Staring at me like that. It’s making me nervous.” He can feel his face getting warm, knowing it wasn’t just his exertion that was making him flush.
“It’s your fault.” You sigh, falling back onto the cushion with a dreamy smile on your lips. “You just told me to come over, I didn’t expect a show too.”
“Y/N,” he whines, laughing as his head falls back. “I’m gonna force you into my room so I can finish this in peace.”
“Why? Am I giving you a boner?”
His laugh gets louder now, refusing to answer as he continues his drill. His silence is answer enough, and thankfully you decide that was enough teasing, laughing and allowing him to finish his workout in peace.
He finally approaches you ten minutes later, breathing heavily as he rolls his neck, seeing the way you glance back over at him with those same dazed eyes.
“You got that dangerous look on your face,” he mumbles out, uncapping his water bottle to take a sip. It only pulls you under further, watching the beads of sweat trail down his neck, his throat bobbing as he swallows. When he looks back down he gives you a charming smile, twisting the cap back on as he sets the bottle down and stands directly in front of you.
“You should be used to it by now.” You sit up, leaning closer to him, staring up at him with a sweet smile as your hands reach forward to play with the hem of his shirt. “When did you even start boxing?”
Jungkook shivers when your fingers trace along the bottom of his stomach, allowing you to tickle him. “A few months ago. I started going with Namjoon and got hooked. I just got the punching bag a few days ago though.”
You hum in response, still slightly in a daze. Jungkook was already big and beefy, you could only imagine what boxing would do to his physique.
“That’s hot. You’re not gonna be going in the ring and fighting though right?”
He shakes his head instantly, reaching his hand forward to push your hair back behind your ear. “No, definitely not. We spar with each other but we have all the protective gear on. You don’t have to worry.”
“Okay good. Can I have a kiss?” You scrunch your nose as you smile up at him, not able to hold back a giggle when he smiles back and bends forward, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling away. “No, I want more.” you grunt, tugging his shirt.
“Babe, if I give you more kisses it’ll just turn into me fucking you on this couch and I’m so sweaty. Let me shower first.” His brows wiggle on his forehead, enjoying the way you laugh as you swat his butt when he quickly runs to the bathroom, pausing halfway and looking back with scrunched brows when you don’t follow. “Well, you coming?”
