[A Jeon Jungkook One-shot]
summary : jeongguk said he would make you fall in love with dance. You said you would make him fall in love with literature. Oh dear, now both of you are in love, wishing you were kissing each other like in the stories you had shown him.
pairing : best-friend jeongguk × best-friend y/n [childhood best friends]
warnings/tags : slow-burn, jeongguk is an absolute menace, idol!jeongguk, friends-to-lovers troop, this boy loves to make y/n flustered, too much bickering, bts members are his friends, this is too funny at some parts, suggestive content, kissing/making out, swearing, pining for years, teasing, y/n is a sucker for words, love, and of course, jeongguk, too soft at some parts
recommended playlist : west coast by lana del ray
jeongguk🌙: No limit in the sky that I won't fly for ya
jeongguk🌙: No amount of tears in my eyes that I won't cry for ya
jeongguk🌙: With every breath that I take, I want you to share that air with me
you : okay, you need to stop.
jeongguk🌙: There's no promise that I won't keep, I'll climb a mountain, there's none too steep
you : you don't realize what you're doing, do you?
jeongguk🌙: I want you to do something about it.
They said in unison, your gaze lingering on the group of boys practicing for the umpteenth time. You have a faint smile on your lips, watching them was as familiar as the joy they bring into your life. Perhaps..because of that certain someone.
And..that happened to none other than your one and only jeongguk.
"Yah, Jeongguk!! Stop stepping on my foot, aishh!"
Jin's voice echoed along with Jeongguk's mischievous laughter, eliciting a gentle smile from you as you shook your head with mild amusement.
"Always a troublemaker.."
You murmured to yourself, voice holding that dainty fondess that stays wrapped around his name in your heart beats.
Amidst all the music and the chaos, Jeongguk had that infuriating knack to pay keen attention to you, and his mirth bubbled up into another fit of laughter. Oh that boy, he wasn't guilty. Why would he be? It's all part of fun. It's the way he expressed the ineffable bond he manifested with each of his band members, his hyungs who had practically watched him grow— who nurtured him with love that left him feeling grateful and low-key flustered. Oh, this dear boy.
"I didn't sign up for this."
Namjoon muttered under his breath, though his voice was exasperated in that gentle way. He gave a side eye to the duo— the oldest and the youngest, of course.
"Maybe we should take a break."
Yoongi announced, clapping his hands to gain attention.
But the bickering continued with Jin and Jeongguk, and you couldn't help but laugh hysterically at the way they practically tackled each other like some kids.
"Ah, Angel, stop Jeongguk. He's annoying Jin hyung so much."
Taehyung muttered loud enough for them to hear, whilst also enjoying the silly banter between them.
"Hyung..I gave that nickname for Y/n by myself..you can not just steal my vocabulary like that."
Jeongguk grumbled, his attention momentarily drawn to Taehyung, his brows furrowing in that demeanor when he got stubborn.
Of course, Taehyung had to do it on purpose.
"Okay, guys, that's really enough. My stomach is hurting from all the laughter."
Jeongguk's sulking was halted by your comment as he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, an indignant pout adorning his features as the members laughed at his feigned tantrums.
"He thinks he's still a kid."
Jimin teased, his mellifluous laugh triggering another groan from Jeongguk.
But..you knew that their bond is so deep that it can't be defined by neither poetry nor any art. Because nothing could ever be as real and fierce as their friendship that seemed to bind them as a family. You could make out the faint adoration behind all the mischief in Jeongguk's eyes. His admiration for his hyungs was clear through the way he'd gaze at them when they do even the most mundane thing— like talking, like eating, as if he knows the depth of the years they were together, though he always seemed like the spoiled maknae of the group.
"Jeonggukie, don't glare at Jimin. You know he was only messing with you, haha."
Hoseok's usual energetic voice seemed to pull him out of the silly glare as he blinked his eyes, chuckling lightly. "I know, hyung."
Jeongguk replied, wiping away the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and sighed.
"Shouldn't we get back to practice or something?"
He questioned though he seemed physically exhausted, to which the manager shook his head.
Everyone furrowed their brows and glanced at the clock as the realization dawned upon them. "It's past 11pm already. We should get back to our dorm and have some rest. Tomorrow will be one another long day." Namjoon muttered, the exertion mildly etched to his voice. Nonetheless, he patted every members' back, saying they did well. It was a moment that tugged at your heartstrings, something about watching them hug each other only to part away with complaints bombarded at the other, exclaiming that they stink— it seemed like comfort warped into a warm, tangible connection that exists between them. Oh, how you envied to have that sweet ache in your chest too. How much you envied to be a home for someone, to confide in someone. But for now, you can only watch such precious moments unfold with a heavy gaze, yearning to be in that position someday, somehow.
Perhaps Jeongguk saw the way your eyes turned away, he noticed the way you sighed, and the way your shoulders slouched down in a pessimistic manner. You are his best friend, after all. So there's no wonder when he slowly detaches himself from the group hug only to tread towards you while you were in a trance, not registering him coming closer, closer, closer.
"Can I stay at your home today?"
He asked casually, the spark in his orbs still alive that made you wonder—just how much lively can he be? You blinked your eyes to come out of your thoughts as you smiled, nodding your head softly.
"Yeah, I'm okay with it."
Jeongguk beamed at that, sneaking an arm around your shoulder and chuckled, a faint whisper of thank you leaving his lips.
"We should get going, otherwise we're getting locked in here. Don't tell me i didn't warn."
Yoongi exclaimed though his face is lit by a grin, obviously mocking the best friends. Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head.
"Whatever you say, yoongi-hyung"
He countered, his eyes filling back with that mirth, slinging his bag over his shoulders.
Yoongi smiled, nudging the younger one's shoulder as they laughed together.
"Okay y'all, we should get going for real. It's getting late."
You said, tugging on Jeongguk's sleeve as he made a funny face at you.
"Your house is like..only few minutes away, why are you rushing?"
The members chuckled at his complaint.
"Yeah, but they have to go to their dorm, you dork."
Your words made him wince dramatically as he clutched his chest with an elegance that was over done.
You sighed, smacking his arm, accustomed to his antics
He doesn't complain, his grin brimming back on his lips as he curled his fingers around your wrist easily, stroking the pulse once, twice before intertwining your fingers with a familiarity that made you feel warm.
"Yeah..it will atleast take half an hour for us to get to the dorm. By the way, Jeongguk, what about your clothes? You should get changed, right?"
He smiled at Taehyung's question and gestured to his bag. "I have my clothes in here. So, no problem in staying over at Y/n's home."
By the sound of his words, Jeongguk was nowhere near to the word tired. Perhaps, the exhaustion from his practice was overcome by the exhilaration he would feel on spending the night away with Y/n— the girl who has been with him through all his bright and dark days.
"Mhm..okay then. Take rest. Bye, Y/n."
The other members bid their goodbyes and good-nights before disappearing into the nocturne.
Sighing lightly, you looked up at the vastness of the night sky. But you couldn't find any stars tonight, and a small frown adorned your face at the realization. A light tug on your hand made you look down, your gaze locking with his, the warmth of your intertwined hands still real.
And a thought dawned in your mind as you looked into his eyes—
You smiled like an idiot at the mere thought, whereas a very confused Jeongguk was blinking his doe eyes with his head tilted slightly. "What's wrong?" He asked, his tone seemed to soften, or maybe it was all in your head. You gently shook your head before you smiled, your hand tightening in his hold. And he didn't hesitate to squeeze your hand back, as if it's a signal, as if it's a sign, that you're safe, that he cherishes this moment with you.
Everytime your hands clasped together like a warm embrace, you have wondered whether he could feel the way he makes you feel secure.
Everytime your hands interlocked with each other, Jeongguk have wondered if you could feel the way you make him feel comforted.
Of course, it was a mutual feeling. Something both of you couldn't point out vividly.
Atleast, not until this fateful night.
It was about choosing each other over and over again.
"Shall we go?" Jeongguk questioned, pulling you out of your momentary haze as you slowly nodded your head and proceeded to walk with him, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin amidst the chill wind of the night. "How was the practice?" You spoke after a beat of silence. A smile appeared on his lips. "Great, as usual." It made you chuckle to yourself.
"It amazes me how passionate you can be with your dance practice." Jeongguk laughed at your words and replied. "It's an art that I'll never get tired of." You could relate with his feeling a little bit. Or maybe a lot.
"And you," he said, earning your attention as you looked up at him.
"You have a way with words." It took you a moment to realize what he was saying. And when you did, you breathed out that shaky sigh.
"I'm not that much great in writing like you claim." Jeongguk couldn't agree with you, not on this, never on this. Because he always believed– it's not an easy task to write like the way you did. He knows it's not merely a task or work for you. It's something that came natural to you. Like the beautiful mess of the hands of an artist. Or, maybe, even like the foggy mist that accompanied the mountains. For him, you are the epitome of them— beautiful, flawful, bittersweet. Jeongguk would sometimes get lost inside his head while looking at the ceiling. And the question that bugged him was—
Why won't you ever see yourself from his eyes?
"It's not about greatness." Jeongguk replied after a moment of contemplation, walking along with you. And he continued, his thumb drawing nonsensical patterns on the back of your hand. "It's about..authenticity. about being unique. About how you can express or address something or someone. It's about..translating your thoughts, perceptions and feelings in your way. In the way that makes you as you."
He paused, and because he's Jeongguk, because he's this menace, he laughs and continued. "I won't mind if you curse in your writings too. Like..yeah, I sometimes think— fuck, what the hell is going on?" His laughter seems to double up when you glare at him, his thumb still stroking your hand. "Because writing isn't about measuring who's the best. But it's about finding the best in each one of us and venturing deep inside it." He says, swinging their hands together like kids sharing stories. It made you smile, fondly this time as you looked back at him, letting the depth of his words settle inside as you walked under the street lamps and the moonlight.
"Now, who's being poetic, mister?"
You had to say something stupid to keep yourself from breaking down into tears. God, this boy always tried his best to be supportive, and that was all you ever needed. Words always meant a lot, the kind that embraced you to be better. Jeongguk chuckled lightly, tugging at your intertwined hands, your shoulder brushing against his, eliciting a laugh from your own lips in return.
"Maybe it's because I'm spending a little too much time with a poet named Y/n." Now you were definitely getting embarrassed, and he only grinned when you smacked his arm, which of course, had no effect on this damned guy. "Shut up." You muttered briefly, taking faster steps, practically dragging him with you as if he's a kid. Well, he acts like one, so you don't really mind. But, it's Jeongguk. So you should have expected the unexpected. You didn't, bless your oblivious brain. And so, you were met with the consequences that weren't actually too bad.
Around him, they were always the heart-fluttering kind.
And that's exactly the type of consequence you were met with when Jeongguk suddenly stopped on his tracks only to pull your body back into his arms, into the warmth of his embrace as he enveloped you in a gentle back-hug at the edge of winter. Your brain was in stupor. You had to notice the way his hands held your waist, the way you settled to his frame perfectly, the way his warm breath pummeled over your neck ever so slightly. Everything served as a reminder that, indeed, you weren't dreaming. You are in love, after all. And that made you shiver.
"It's been a while since I hugged you."
Jeongguk's words were more pronounced, his lips brushing your earlobe for every syllable that escaped him in a gentle whisper. If you brain was in stupor, it is malfunctioning by now. It made you feel fuzzy and you cursed yourself mentally for that. But it was true. It's been a long time since he got a chance to hug you properly. But this one..felt so foreign, so strange yet so familiar and safe, as if this is where you belong— right there in his arms. Gaining no response from you, he pulled you closer to himself, if that was even possible. You had to mentally remind yourself to not say any dumb shit that would absolutely ruin this moment. Oh, bless your chaotic mind. You're just so nervous. Sighing lightly, you nodded your head against his chest. You wonder if he's smiling, or if he's just as nervous as you felt. Soon enough, Jeongguk reluctantly pulled away from you, and there was a soft smile on his lips. It was hard to decipher what was going on in his head but you smiled back.
"I want to hug you like that often." He said, taking your hand in his palm once again, both of you continuing to walk towards your house. "Anytime." You found yourself saying. You didn't know where the guts came from but..you felt happy watching his smile widen in delight. "Ah, we are here." You muttered, switching your gaze from him before your heart beat leaps once again. Taking the keys from your purse, you opened the door as Jeongguk went inside, dropping his bag near the couch after taking the clothes with him to get changed. He watches you go to your room to get some fresh clothes, tilting his head in question. "Are you gonna take bath too?" He asked, walking towards the guest room. "Yeah, it helps me to sleep better." You replied before going inside your bathroom, Jeongguk's faint hum reaching your ears.
Oh dear, it's going to be a long night.
It took about half an hour for you to freshen up and, by the time you came to your living room, Jeongguk was already there, looking at his phone. He looked younger like that, with his hair mussed, the water droplets still clinging to his hair strands. There was something tender going on in your chest to see him in a state where he didn't exist as an idol, but as a mere boy with this zinging laughter and softer eyes, like he didn't know to balance his mirth with mischief, so he settled with both. With you, he was both, always, always. Feeling your gaze on him, he looked up from the couch, discarding his phone and there it was— the crinkle of his eyes carrying the chaos, the grin of his lips carrying gentleness.
"Want some hot chocolate?" You asked, trying to come up with something, anything, to not blurt out that he looked like softness incarnated with his oversized t-shirt and loose sweatpants. Damn your mind, damn your heart. Jeongguk nodded in response, pleased by your offer. He watched you move around the kitchen, clad in a loose t-shirt and pants. Something about the baggy shirt clinging to your curves made him adore you more. Something about the way you tucked your hair into a messy bun made you irresistible in his eyes. Damn his mind, damn his heart. Simple things about you made him feel strange, strange feelings and he wondered— if he ever made you feel the same way you made him feel. And because Jeongguk can not be normal for so long, he gets up from the couch and slowly padded towards you in silent steps.
"Booo!" You visibly flinched at the sudden intrusion and a gradual pissed off expression settles on your face as you reached out to flick his forehead in retaliation. "Aishh! Y/n, that hurts." He sulked, earning a dramatic glare from you as you continued to make the hot chocolate. "Don't spoil my solace, Jeon damn Jeongguk." He didn't back down even after her annoyed comment. If anything, he only swatted her arm, waiting for a reaction, blinking his beautiful eyes. But instead of getting trusfrated (yes), you only gave a smile, obviously mocking him that you're not gonna waste your energy on him. But, oh boy, you were wrong. Jeongguk is a persistent guy, even stubborn at times. So it's not a surprise when he resumed his small nudges on your arm whereas you were trying you best to mind your own damn business which is to make that hot chocolate. "Jeongguk, you better stop." You deadpanned, you voice carrying a hidden threat that obviously went noticed by him, but he chose to ignore it.
"Nah." He smugly responded, now reaching out his hand to flick your forehead with practiced ease. You shut your eyes in exasperation at this boy, huffing loudly. "Yah, quit it." You warned once more but he just won't listen. A complete menace. A dingus. A dumbas— "Make me." His comment only spurred you on to shut him up with a kiss and smack some sense into his head, both on the same breath. But when did you ever have the guts to do that? But you tried. God, you tried to keep your sanity. "Okay, that's it. You're bullying me too much." You muttered in a threatening tone, one arm crossed your chest as you pointed your forefinger towards him, the tip brushing his chest. It was supposed to shut him up. It did.
But then he did something to shut you up.
His hand curled around your wrist, holding your accusing palm. "You call this..bullying, eh? You misunderstand me, Y/n." He murmured, his other hand reaching out to untie the messy hair-bun, your waves cascading down, enough for him to gently card his fingers through your strands.
Your mind blanks out for a brief moment, his smile tender as he tilts his head down. "Earth to, Y/n." You blinked at his words, realizing his hand slid down from your hair to hold your cheek, his thumb stroking the heated skin. Great, just great. You should bury yourself and never show your face to him. Clearing your throat, you gazed away, your hand still in his grasp before you gently shoved at his chest. This man wasn't budging. If anything, he grinned wider, leaning his forehead against yours, endeared. You couldn't help but hold your breath, your eyes downcast. He doesn't say anything. He stays like that for a beat before pressing a kiss against your forehead— warm, gentle, a little hesitant. As if he has thought this through a thousand times, about if you would feel comfortable enough to let him give that safety. And when you exhaled that breath, as if it's your reply, you could feel his lips curving into a relieved smile against your forehead. And then he stepped back, ruffling your hair like old days and went back to the living room.
Oh. Oh, your heart beat is frenzied.
By the time you handed him a mug of hot chocolate, both of you sat together on the couch. "It's past 12am..." Jeongguk murmured stretching out his limbs as he took a sip from the mug, a content hum emanating deep from his chest. "Is that a problem?" You questioned back, hearing a chuckle in return. "Not at all." He paused, his gaze stuck on the transparent window as he watched your garden with a tint of something in his eyes. You couldn't figure out what was in his mind. Before you could ask him, he whispered, more to himself. "A beautiful time to dance." Jeongguk's comment caught you guard off, making you laugh lightly. But soon, your laughter ceased as you sensed the underlying longing in his words. "Weren't you kidding?" You asked while he slowly turned his head towards you, taking the last sip of his hot chocolate. And he smiled. Neither did he agree nor did he object. He only smiled. You blinked, setting your empty mug on the table, sensing yet another unexpected move from him. But what he said next made you flabbergasted.
You thought you heard it wrong. But the very next moment, Jeongguk stood up, a playful glint in his eyes as he stretched out his hand, gesturing you to take his palm. But your brain was still recovering. You're still recovering. Your eyes darted between his warm gaze and his outstretched palm.
"Are you..are you crazy? It's past midnight—"
"Exactly." He interrupted you, his words slowly sinking in. But you sucked at dancing, and he is well aware of it. His hand remained open, waiting for you to take the sign. Exhaling a breath, you reluctantly reached out and took his hand, earning a grin from him that showed off his faint dimples. Jeongguk then lead you to the garden, his grasp gentle. And a sudden realization dawned upon you.
When both of you were kids, you promised to make him fall in love with the words that articulated the cadence of the bittersweet history, of lovers finding ways to express their love, of loners pouring out their agony in syllables, of the nature rewriting itself into every word in the form of rain, snow, wind— everything. As the years dragged on, Jeongguk found himself growing fond of such expressions. Because of you. He learnt to cherish the beauty of small occurrences, the tiny gestures, the gentlest care. And Jeongguk— his younger self also promised you something. To make you fall in love with dance. The way it is an art one moment, the way it becomes an escape for those whose mind never quieten down. And now..he's gonna do as he promised. But you still believed you're gonna end up dislocation your ankle. It's not like you despised dancing— quite opposite, you have huge reverence for it. The thing is that..maybe it wasn't just your thing or atleast, that's what you thought.
You remember the times when he expressed the sheer determination when he danced. He explained how each steps were addictive, he expressed how the adrenaline rush caused him to dance more eagerly. The sweat he used to shed shrouded him away from the void of his own mind. You are always intrigued but..you were still skeptical of yourself loving the act as passionately as he did. You remember him saying that dance also has its own genres, just like literature. He used to tell you that the emotions are carried by every flick of your hand, by every step your foot takes. You were awed by it. But actually experiencing it? That was a different thing.
Until he pulled you back to reality by tugging you closer to him. "Jeongguk, I don't think—" He shushed you gently, placing his finger on your lips. "You will love it." He assured, stubborn in his words as he retrieved his phone from his pocket, choosing a song from a playlist both of you made together. He gently tossed the phone to the nearby cushions. And—
Oh, you know that soundtrack.
Experience by Ludovico Einaudi.
It has been your comfort music, a melodramatic masterpiece. Too old for ordinary people, too bland for overachievers. The mere thought of translating such a beautiful soundtrack into a dance..made your hands tremble. But Jeongguk is here, holding your hand, his other arm gently wrapping around your waist as he swayed you to the beat, to the sound of the piano keys and violing strings. Your eyes fluttered close at the familiar sound, your body moving along with his. He twirled you when the note swelled, joining his hands once again with yours, heart beat accelerating in your ribcage.
"Angel.." Jeongguk's frail whisper made you open your eyes, that nickname sounding more special in his embrace. The sight infront of you erupted too many emotions inside your head. You are awestruck. Not by his beauty, not now. But by his flaws, the shimmer of vulnerability that danced in his eyes, the way his voice seemed to hold that comfort only when he called you, your name. You see him. You see the naked adoration in his irises and your knees grow weak each second. You see such abundant care, and you wish you had shown him the tons of letters you wrote for him, you wish to sink inside that care and never come back. You know he won't drown you, you know you would hold him too. You know he would—
"Do you remember the time when I said dance is an art?" He questioned, his doe eyes lighting up by the faint moonlight. You slowly nodded your head, trying to match his steps, your breath uneven when he pulls you closer, gently, so gently. "Because dance isn't just..a task. It's something that connects the small beauties and bitters of our lives. Dance can be the blend of black and white, it can also be the blend of infinite colors." Jeongguk paused, taking a deep breath as he guided you along, matching your pace. "Like right now..the music and the moon are the colors of the dance. The breeze and the beam of light are the colors of the dance." He smiled as he leaned closer, his nose almost brushing against yours, whispering in a tender demeanor.
"You and I are the colors of our own dance, Y/n."
For the sake of your sanity, you did not dare to look up at him. He was close. You wanted him closer, yes. But again, when did you ever have the guts? You could look up at him, but you might do something stupid. Oh dear, but then he does something.
He places your palm against his chest, right above his heart. And you could feel it. You could feel the life pulsing beneath your hand. You feel that it's familiar. Awfully familiar to your own heart beats when you're close to him. "This dance..you feel it, don't you?" He murmured, his hand curling around your wrist, gently rocking you to the music. And you don't say anything. You can't. But you look up at him, and then, then— his nose finally brushes against yours, and his breath comes shaky when your gaze meets his. He smiles as if that's a reassurance. "Yeah. We've danced around this feeling for way too long." He confirms, almost to himself. Your breath hitched as you felt him press a kiss against your temple, and your eyes burned. They burned with stupid tears and stupid feelings.
At the exact moment, you could finally relate with the feeling of love towards dance.
At that moment, you came to know just how precious the dance was to him. The music slowly and slowly came to an end as Jeongguk spun you one last time. But he didn't have the heart to leave you from his arms, atleast not for a while yet. You knew where exactly this was going and at this point— fuck the fear. You don't need the guts. You only ever needed to be honest with him.
"Y/n..." He recited your name as if it was a spell that kept him sane. He cupped your left cheek gently, as if you're both fragile and fierce. And your heart melted, you did not have any other word for it. You felt your chest washing off with a heaviness that felt pleasant, less like an ache and more like a new home, destined to stay forever. Jeongguk's gaze locked into yours, searching for something, yearning for something.
"Why can't you ever see yourself from my eyes?" When he said that, he sounded as if he's in pain, as if watching you look down on yourself made him feel like a dagger sinking into his chest, as if he felt useless for not giving you enough care. "Why can't you ever see how special you're infront of my eyes?" If that was pain, he sounded as if he's in agony now. And it was familiar. Lord, it was all so fucking familiar. You remember the tear drenched papers bearing his names, carrying adoration in form of adjectives, carrying love in every single Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk. Like even writing his name opened an ocean of oasis in your soul, filled with endless mirth. Oh. Oh you knew the intensity he carried. You carried it too.
You realize he carries the intensity of love
And you realize it's for you.
You hesitantly reached out to caress his cheek. And Jeongguk leans into your touch as if you are the only safe place, his body leaning closer to yours. It wrecks you, God, it wrecks you. And you can't help but say it finally. "Why can't you ever see the way you make me smile?" His eyes dilated at your comment as he looked into your eyes again to see the same longing, to witness the same intensity, to feel the same love.
"Why can't you ever see the way I love you?"
Jeongguk's breath catches in his throat, his mind still catching up to your words of confession. You said it. You really said it. Damn your mind. Damn your heart.
She just said I love you.
His mind echoed your words on loop.
She just said she loves me.
His mind chanted, again, again and again.
Your eyes are no more looking into his. You were too scared after saying that. Telling something that meant so much to us never came easily. Jeongguk's reverence for you only deepened by the confession. Loving you felt natural, loving you is a gift that he would cherish until every fibre of his soul burns out with nothing left. In the right hands, love is both peaceful and powerful. And that's how his love would feel. He would erase your insecurities and fill them with joy and memories. And you— you would love him like the petrichor after a rain— always present, always pleasant. After all, this love, was a mutual thing.
Jeongguk realized he was being quiet for too long. And his mind is trying to come up with all the ways to show his love. Through whispered words, songs, hugs that would silence your loud mind, kisses that would leave you yearning for more, cuddles that would provide you safety, and what not?
With a sigh, Jeongguk connected your foreheads, both of his hands settling against your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer, your chest brushing against his. You feel your face heating up at the sudden spark in his touch now— more sure and confident. This is love.
"I love you so much." Jeongguk murmured finally, almost making you tear up again. His eyes fluttered shut as his hand slid up your body to hold your jaw, continuing to whisper like a drunk man, full of love. "Your presence always meant a lot to me. Made me happy, made me..calm. You grounded me during my hardest days, Y/n." He murmured, pressing another tender kiss against your forehead. "Your personality, your words, your emotions, your potentials, your laziness, your stubbornness, your childishness, your flaws, your dreams, your body and you. I'm mesmerized. I'm in love with all of them. I'm in love with all of you."
You felt your eyes burning with brimming tears and, God, you didn't have the strength to stop him. He continued to murmur heartfelt nonsense, dragging his lips down, kissing the tip of your nose. Your cheeks are the metaphors of red roses by now. A flustered mess, that's how you looked like while he still went on, still said things that disarmed your protected heart. "I wish you will always love me like there's no end to infinity. I might be a brat at times. But I will love you now, I'll love you tomorrow, I'll love you when we're old and bickering even then." He chuckled at the end, his nose brushing against yours affectionately. His words always had the effect to pull on your heartstrings, only his name was ringing like a sweet melody.
"You're strong, kind, reliable." He breathes, his next words almost shy. "You're..so beautiful, Y/n. In every way. Emotionally. Physically. In every single way. Your eyes, your smile, the way you laugh heartily, the way you look at me right now with the same longing..." Jeongguk trailed off, his throat working, as his eyes switched back and forth between your lips and your lovely eyes, asking for your consent. You didn't say anything. You could not muster up anything. But your eyes slowly closed, both of your hands wrapping around his neck, and that gesture spurred him on to lean in closer, his warm breath caressing your skin.
"It makes me want to kiss you." He finished his previous statement, barely whispering the words inches away from your mouth. And slowly, he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours. And your grip instinctively tightened around his neck before relaxing when he gently coaxed your lips to mimic his lead, and you did, your fingers tangling up with the hair by his nape. He couldn't help but nibble on your lower lip, earning a soft gasp, a sound he knew he'd love for the rest of his life. And you let him take it, you let him gently trace his tongue against the corner of your lip before sliding inside your mouth, a light groan escaping from deep in his throat. It makes you warm all over, makes you smile against his mouth, utterly in love, love, love.
Soon enough, he gently pulled away, both of your lips red and glistening. "Good?" Oh, this menace. You buried your face into his chest, only nodding your head against his warmth, hearing him chuckle faintly.
"More than good, then." He teased, his hand stroking your head and you blushed harder. Because he tilted his head down to lean against your forehead, finding your eyes once again, the stars in his orbs twinkling mischievously. "Don't be so smug." You complained, feigning a glare as he laughed, reaching out his free hand to take yours, his thumb running over your knuckles lovingly. "Well, you enjoyed it though." He muttered, unrepentant as you huffed, unable to come up with anything in retaliation. But you won't deny it. It's a memory that will be forever etched into your mind. Forever.
And so, that's how Jeongguk fell in love with Y/n when you promised that you would make him love literature.
And so, that's how Y/n fell in love with Jeongguk when he sweared that he would make you love dance.
author's note : I wrote this long time before. Maybe..a year ago? And I made several changes with it. Personally one of my favorites. I hope you enjoyed reading it. And always, I would love feedbacks and asks, leave them in the comments <3
