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you never meant for jungkook to become a part of your routine
ΰΏ fluff, comfort, down bad jungkook, obvious male!reader
The key turns with a soft click, and the door barely opens before warmth spills out to meet you.
There's music playing. Quiet, low, something soft enough to melt into the walls. The air smells like instant ramen and something faintly clean, like fresh laundry that doesn't belong to you.
You blink, stepping inside.
Of course. You don't even question it anymore.
In the kitchen, like he's always belonged there, is Jungkook. Sleeved pushed up, hair slightly messy, chopsticks in hand as he leans against your counter like it's his. He glances up the moment you appear, like your presence alone flipped a switch.
"You're late." He says, casual, like this is normal. "I was waiting."
You huff quietly, slipping your shoes off. "You gave your own place, you know?"
"Yeah." He shrugs, like that means nothing. "But this one has you."
Just... completely pauses.
"...you're weird." you mumble, cheeks warming as you walk past him.
A soft meow cuts in before anything else can be said.
Mochi pads into the kitchen, fluffy tail high, white fur catching the light with soft grey patches dusted along his back. His bright blue eyes locked onto-
"Hey-" you protest softly.
Noch walks right past you like you don't exist and hops onto the counter beside Jungkook, immediately leaning into his hand.
"You too?" you whisper, betrayed. "Seriously?"
Jungkook grins, scratching under Mochi's chin like he's earned it. "He missed me."
"He saw you this morning."
"And?" Jungkook presses his cheek brieftly against Mochi's head. "Time is relative."
"...I feed you." you tell Mochi. "I clean your litter box."
Mochi slow blinks and Jungkook just laughs under his breath.
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Later, you end up in the couch, bowls half forgotten on the table, the music fading into background noise. It's quiet in that comfortable way, the kind that wraps around you instead of pressing in.
You don't notice when you start leaning.
You only realize when your head lands softly against Jungkook's shoulder.
You freeze for half a second. "...sorry."
His hand is already there, resting lightly against your arm, warm and steady.
Mochi curls into the space between you like this is routine, like this is something he's seen a hundred times before. Which... he probably has.
Your eyes start to drift shut.
"Stay." You mumble, barely conscious of it.
There's a pause. A small one.
"...I was planning to." Jungkook says quietly.
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Morning arrives like a personal attack.
Your alarm goes off, loud and unforgiving, dragging you out of sleep far too early. You groan, fumbling blindly for your phone until it finally shuts up, and you immediately try to sink back into the warmth around you.
You're wearing one of his shirts. It hands loose on you, sleeves too long, soft fabric smelling faintly like him. At some point during the night, you must've changed it without thinking. Or maybe he gave it to you. You don't remember.
You're too sleepy to care.
"...you have work." Jung look murmurs behind you, voice low, still thick with sleep.
"Mhmm." You burrow yourself deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes."
Without thinking, you reach back, fingers catching the fabric of your shirt, and tug him closer.
You sigh softly, pressing back into him, eyes still closed.
There's a quiet moment where the world feels like it's holding it's breath.
"...I'm not going anywhere." He says, almost too softly to hear.
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You try to protest later. You really do.
"You don't have to drive me." you say, standing by the door while Mochi circles your legs, meowing like he's filing a formal complaint about your departure.
"I want to." Jungkook replies easily, grabbing his keys.
You blink at him, a little flustered.
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The cafΓ© smells like coffee beans and warm milk, the soft hiss of the machine filling the air as you tie your apron and try to shake off the lingering sleepiness.
You don't even have to look to know when Jungkook walks in.
A shift. A quiet awareness.
When you glance up, he's already there at the counter, hands tucked into his pockets, watching you with that same soft expression that always makes your stomach do something weird.
"Hi." you say, a little shy.
You fumble slightly at the register. "The usual?"
As you start making his drink, your coworker leans in beside you, voice dropping just enough to be conspiratorial.
"Is that your mysterious boyfriend?"
"What- no." you whispered immediately, heat rushing to your face. "He's not- he's just- he's just Jungkook- he's my friend."
Your coworker raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
You risk a glance towards the counter.
Jungkook is looking at you.
He smiles when your eyes meet, but there's something softer underneath it. Something quieter.
You look away quickly, heart beating a little too fast.
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When the drink is done, you hesitate for a second.
Then, quickly, before you can overthink it, you grab a marker.
A small doodle appears on the cup. A fluffy little cat with round eyes and a tiny tail.
And underneath it, a small, careful handwriting:
Your face burns as soon as you finish it.
Why did you write that. Why would you do that.
You place the lid on the cup like it might erase your crimes.
"Jungkook!" you call, trying to sound normal.
He steps forward, taking the drink form your hands.
For a second, his fingers brush yours.
He looks down on it and goes quiet.
His thumb traces lightly over the doodle, over the words, like he's making sure they're real.
Then he looks up at you and something in his expression changes.
Soft. Warm. A little overwhelmed in a way you don't quite understand.
"...I'm keeping this." he says.
You laugh nervously. "It's just a cup."
"Still." He doesn't let go of it right away.
Your coworker appears again the second he steps away.
"'Just a friend', huh?" they whisper.
You hide your face behind your hands. "Stop."
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When your shift ends, he's still there.
Leaning in the same spot, scrolling on his phone, like he's been waiting the entire time.
"Ready?" He asks, like it's rhe most natural thing in the world.
You nod, grabbing your things, still a little flustered.
The walk back is quiet, but not awkward. Just... easy.
The kind of quiet that doesn't need filling.
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Back at your apartment, Mochi greets you like you've returned from war.
Then immediately abandons you for Jungkook.
"Unbelievable." you mutter.
Jungkook laughs, crouching down to scoop him up. Mochi settles into his arms like he belongs there.
You watch them for a second.
Then, without thinking, you say. "You basically live here."
Jungkook stills slightly.
"Would that be so bad?" he asks.
You laugh, soft and easy, dropping your bag by the couch. "I mean... you already have your own mug, your own side of the bed-"
"You do have a side of the bed." you realize slowly.
"Yeah." he says quietly. "I do."
Your heart does something strange.
"Come on." you mumble instead, sitting down and patting the spot beside you.
A few minutes later, you're leaning against him again, Mochi curled up in your lap this time, purring softly.
Everything feels... right.
You glance up at him, smiling a little.
"You're really clingy, you know that?"
And somewhere in the quiet, in the space between your heartbeat and his, there's something waiting to be understood.
You just haven't realized yet.
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