Sweeter Than It Should Be 🍭
JJK x Y/N Oneshot
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He offers.
You take it.
It shouldn’t mean anything.
…so why does it?
♡ rating: mildly suggestive, but totally SFW
♡ genre: not innocent enough for fluff, not explicit enough for smut, but very much not platonic. indirect kiss going strong
♡ tw: alcohol consumption, unresolved sexual tension, shared food,.... and spit.
♡ word count: ~ 2,3k
♡ author's note: inspired by that one weverse live, because I am not god's strongest soldier. The man be bias wrecking hard. no I am not okay, thanks for asking. and a little tiny sprinkle of the hot ones hehe
“AHHHHHHH—!”
Seokjin’s voice tears through the room, cutting straight over the music as he clutches his throat like he’s about to die on the spot. Taehyung is already doubled over, laughing so hard he nearly slides off the couch. “Hyung, you said you could handle it!”
“I can-” Jin wheezes, immediately betraying himself as he fumbles blindly for a drink that isn’t there. “Jimin-ah! Where’s the milk?!” Jimin appears halfway down the stairs, drawn in by the noise. “Didn’t you say there was some left?”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother checking, just leans back further into the couch: “If it’s not in the fridge, then no.”
“Convenience store?” Taehyung chimes in, still grinning as he pushes himself up. “Ice cream?~” As if it was a real question…. Jin is long gone before anyone can argue against the idea - his voice still echoing upstairs like he’s fighting for his life.
Jimin huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he turns toward you and Jungkook. “You guys want anything?”
You shake your head. “I’ll pass.” A second later, you reach for your drink anyway - the burn still lingering on your tongue. You’ve definitely had more than you meant to. The spice made you drink a lot faster than you usually would. The warmth settles low, familiar, making life feel just a tiny little bit,... easier.
Jungkook pulls the lollipop from his mouth, holding it loosely between his fingers as he glances over: “Maybe more drinks?” he says.
“Got it,” Jimin nods, already heading after the others.
The door slams somewhere upstairs, and for a second the muffled sounds linger in the distance - voices, footsteps, Jin still complaining faintly in the distance - before it all fades out, the silence draping over you and Jungkook like a blanket, soft and familiar.
The curtains are drawn, heavy and dark, trapping the light inside, the bass melting into something softer as the leftover karaoke track hums low through the speakers. The TV throws uneven light across the room, flashing shadows over the mess on the table - empty cans, opened snack wrappers, chicken wings and hot sauce that should be prohibited by law.
You lift your can of IGIN from the table and glance up at Jungkook, who hasn’t really moved much at all, still sitting at the edge of the opposite seat, close enough that you’d only have to lean a little to reach him.
One arm rests loosely on his knee, his head tilted back for a second before it rolls to the side, like he’s just settling into the quiet. The leather jacket sits loose on his shoulders, catching the dim light every time he moves. Dark. Simple.
His gaze lands on you.
🍭
You don’t mean to notice it.
You do anyway.
The small movement of his hand - absent, almost idle, the lollipop turning slowly between his fingers, rings glinting faintly when he shifts his grip.
It shouldn’t be that interesting.
And yet it is.
Your gaze drifts away, catches on the flicker of the TV instead, the low music, the mess on the table - anything but him. It doesn’t stick, your attention slipping off everything else just as quickly as it lands.
That’s new.
When you glance back, he’s already looking at you.
“You sure you don’t want a dessert Y/N?” he asks after a second. You notice the faint slip of his Busan accent.
“Yeah.”, you put the can back down on the table.
“ While I’d love a different flavour than PAIN in my mouth,... I swear if I take one more bite my stomach will explode. I am THAT full.”, you laugh.
A quiet hum leaves him, the lollipop back between his lips, gaze unfocused, like he’s looking at nothing in particular.
He’s quieter tonight.
Not uncomfortable.
Just… different.
Then, because you need something to fill the space: “What flavor is that?”, nodding into the general direction of the sweet little treat in his mouth.
Like he’s only just remembered it’s there, he pulls it from his mouth, eyes flicking down briefly.
“Mm.” A small shrug. “Cherry, I think.”
You hum, leaning back slightly. “Can I have one?”
Another pause.
You don’t look at him this time.
You don’t need to.
The lollipop turns slowly between his fingers, absent, easy. Like he’s not paying attention - even though he is.
“There’s more,” he says.
You glance over.
“In the kitchen. Probably.”
Probably.
The word hangs there, useless. You huff a quiet laugh. “That doesn’t sound very convincing, Jeon Jungkook.” You are tempted to throw a pillow at him.
“It’s not,” he admits. The corner of his mouth lifts - barely.
Then, after a second, he tilts his wrist slightly - the lollipop angling toward you, just enough to notice. You almost miss it.
Almost.
And for a second your brain just… stalls.
He can’t be,...
Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do that. Not with things like this.
Memories of the perilla debate flash across your mind.
“…this one’s the last,” he shifts forward as he sits up properly. The chain around his neck brushing softly against the zipper of his leather jacket. A quiet, metallic sound.
Jungkook is now close enough that you can catch his scent - warm, clean, edged with leather.
And a hint of artificial cherry.
The lollipop still in his tattooed hand.
Still angled toward you.
🍭
The room feels smaller all of a sudden, warmer too, like the air has shifted without anyone noticing.
Your gaze drops to the lollipop, then lifts back to him.
He’s already looking at you.
Unmoving. Just holding it there like it doesn’t mean anything at all.
Like it’s normal.
It would be easy.
That’s the problem.
You shift slightly, your hand dragging against the fabric of the couch as you lean forward. Just a little at first, testing it, like the distance might correct itself if you don’t commit to it fully.
It doesn’t.
So you lean in further.
Enough to close the distance.
Enough to make it real.
For a second, you think he might say something - stop you, maybe, laugh it off, turn it into something harmless.
He doesn’t.
Your eyes flick up to him once more.
Big mistake.
His hair falls slightly into his eyes, shadows shifting every time the TV flickers, but he doesn’t push it back. He just looks at you - intense, like there’s nothing else in the world that would be able to pull his attention away this time.
And there’s something in it,... something unfamiliar, something you can’t quite name, but you know, with quiet certainty, that it wasn’t there before.
You should probably laugh it off.
Say something.
Lean back again.
You don’t.
Instead, you lean in the rest of the way. Slow enough that you feel every inch of it, every shift of distance, like moving through water that resists you just slightly, dragging the moment out longer than it should be.
It’s too slow.
Or maybe not,... maybe it only feels that way because you’re aware of it now, of how long it’s taking, of how obvious it must be.
Of him watching you the entire time.
You can feel it.
Not just his gaze, but the weight of it, steady, unbroken, like he’s not even thinking about looking away.
Like he’s letting you do this.
Like he wants to see how far you’ll go.
The space between you stretches and stretches, thinner with every second, until it feels like something that could snap if you stop now.
You don’t.
You don’t breathe.
Not properly, at least.
And for a moment, it’s just that - the slow pull forward, the quiet, the weight of his attention holding you exactly where you are.
You stop thinking about what it all means.
The quiet surrender, drowning in the depth of the moment,...
And then - without looking away - you lean in and close your lips around the lollipop.
🍭
The sweetness hits first.
Too sweet. Not even the good kind - sharp, artificial, the kind that sits wrong on your tongue for a second too long.
And then it doesn’t matter anymore.
“—fuck.” Jungkook breathes, barely audible, pupils blown wide.
For a second, neither of you moves. You should though, shouldn’t you? Lean back. Pull away. Take it from him - do something. Anything.
You don’t.
With the lollipop still between your lips and Jungkooks fingers wrapped around the stick - yours hover uselessly somewhere near the stick, like you forgot what they’re for.
Your gaze stays locked with his like it's not quite your decision to make anymore.
His grip tightens around the lollipop. You feel it more than you see it, the subtle shift, the way the stick presses just slightly deeper against your tongue.
Your breath catches. Heat creeping up your spine. You don’t move.
You let him hold it there.
Let him decide how far.
How slow.
How long.
And something about that,... about not being the one in control,... makes your chest tighten in a way you don’t quite understand yet. The only thing you know is that it makes it harder to think. Harder to do anything but stay exactly like this. Harder to remember why having thoughts is necessary in the first place,...
“Tasty?
It takes a second to land that he has spoken to you. Like your mind is catching up to your body, like you’ve been somewhere else for a moment too long.
You nod. Maybe a little too quick. As if the answer was already there before you even thought about it.
And he notices.
Something in Jungkook’s expression shifts, his gaze dipping downt to your mouth, then back to your eyes, slower this time, like he’s taking something in, like he’s… registering it.
A second passes. Maybe two. Time stretches, just slightly, just enough to make you aware of it.
Then his fingers move slowly, easing back along the stick of the lollipop, until he lets go of it completely. Jungkooks sighs, shoulders loosening, hand dragging through his hair as he tips his head up toward the ceiling. He takes another deep breath in - like he needs a second, like he’s pulling himself back, like he’s giving the moment space to settle before it turns into something else.
The light catches along his throat, the line of his jaw, and your eyes linger longer than they should, tracing it without really deciding to. There’s a pull there.
You look away before you lose your mind. “It’s just the booze Y/N”, you tell yourself. The others will be back soon and then everything will settle again, slip back into place the way it’s supposed to be.
Not so damn hard to breathe.
🍭
You’re just starting to relax when-
“Y/N.”
Your name lands softer than you expect.
You look up. He’s already leaning forward again, one foot still planted, the other drawn in slightly as he’s only shifting his weight closer to you without fully crossing the space. Still closer than before,.... closer than he needs to be.
It’s subtle.
It doesn’t feel subtle.
He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you, and for a moment it’s hard to tell what exactly you’re seeing in his expression. Whether he’s waiting, or hesitating, or trying not to do something he’s already halfway decided on.
Then his hand moves.
Slowly, almost carefully, and you notice the hesitation before the movement itself, the way it doesn’t quite happen at first, like he’s giving himself time to stop. Like he should.
His fingers hover for a second and it’s strange, how that feels more significant than if he had just done it without thinking, like this last inch between you carries more weight than everything before it.
Like crossing it would mean something.
More than it already does.
“…hey,” he murmurs, voice a little rough around the edges.
There’s a brief pause, and then: “I didn’t say you could have the whole thing.”
You hesitate.
Not because you don’t understand.
Because you do.
🍭
Your breath never quite settles, still caught too high in your chest, uneven in a way you can’t smooth out. And then, slowly, you part your lips, letting it slip free. Unaware of how it looks.
Jungkook doesn’t move right away. Just watches you for a second, gaze transfixed on your lips. You feel the way the moment lingers in his head and it sends a shiver down your spine.
Then Jungkook pulls the lollipop carefully from your mouth and takes it back into his.
Neither of you are saying anything.
He tilts his head slightly, like he’s turning the thought over in his mind and then, almost to himself: “ … sweet.”
Your stomach drops.
The sounds hit a second later - voices, loud, too close - laughter spilling down the stairs. You flinch, like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.
Jungkook leans back, smooth, easy, like nothing happened at all, the lollipop resting between his lips again like it never left.
Jin saunters down the stairs to the basement, tightly followed by the whining Taehyung: “You bought three just for you? Hyung~”
No one looks at you.
No one notices.
You’re still exactly where you were.
Except,... not really. Your mind is entirely elsewhere.
When you glance over, Jungkook is already watching you, and something in that - just that - is enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks, your gaze dropping before you can hold his for long.
“I bought you the drink you said you like, Y/N,” Jimin says, dropping the plastic bag onto the table.
You don’t react.
“Y/N?”
You blink, a second too late.
Jin tilts his head, watching you now: “You getting sleepy?”
“No- no. I’m fine.” Surprisingly your voice comes out steadier than you feel. You reach for the can without really looking, miss it slightly, then grab it on the second try.
When you glance up, of course Jungkook is still looking at you.
Grinning.
You look away again.
The sweetness lingers.
It shouldn’t feel like anything.
But it does.
Sweeter than it should be.
As always, special thanks to @park-jimin-isnt-real / @jay-reads-the-good-shit for the emotional support during the writing :D
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