#JeonJungkookIsOverParty 06
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: in which Jungkook Can't Take (His) Eyes Off Of you
wordcount: 1k
genre: fake dating!au, college!au | fluff
warnings: none at all
author’s note: so im like super sad and i thought posting this would make me feel better. this chapter is the shortest out of all 10, but it might also be my favourite one. also the cheesiest thing ive ever written anyway can you believe we're already halfway through the fic? damn
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"You know when a song gets stuck in your head and you won't stop hearing it?"
Jungkook listens to that song for the first time while he's playing Call of Duty: Black Ops. His headphones are resting around his neck, his hoodie thrown over his head and his vision starting to get teary and foggy after spending four hours killing zombies. There's a Monster drink on his desk, an almost empty bag of mostly crumbs of Fritos and an anti stress ball that he squeezes after everytime he gets killed.
It's a Saturday night, which means two things:
1. He should be hanging out with you, but you've ditched him to have a sleepover with your girlfriends. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. Why couldn't he drop by? Because he has a dick? Ridiculous. He's been learning all the dialogues to your favourite movies. He would understand all the references to whatever you're watching. He'd even let you do his make up and dress him up in a skirt and heels if you wanted to. But whatever. He's never been the clingy type whatsover. He can manage a few hours without you. Bet.
2. Namjoon waters his plants on Saturdays and that means he's also in control of the music that plays in the background.
When the first chords start playing, Jungkook is still too busy licking the salt off his fingers and thinking about a new strategy to end up once and for all with the living dead. He's not paying much attention until he hears the lyrics.
"What song is that?" he asks, eyes squinted at the screen. He doesn't see Namjoon turning towards him with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Um...Just one of the most well known songs in music history?"
"Hm. When did he drop this? I totally missed it."
There's a beat of silence before Namjoon answers back. "In the 60's."
"Ohhhh."
For the following minute, Namjoon keeps spraying his plants with water, himself humming to the tune. Jungkook has given up on his game. It's not his fault he can't concentrate on two things at a time. Specially when your face appears unexpectedly out of nowhere in his head. So, he doesn't even think much of the fact that his character is getting eaten alive on the screen. He doesn't care that Yugyeom is cursing at him through his headphones for commiting harakiri. The song in the distance has hypnotized him for whatever reason.
"Who sings it?" he inquires further. He doesn't care that his computer's screen reads 'Game Over'.
"Frankie Valli."
"The guy who sings in The Joker?"
"No, that's Frank Sinatra."
"Frank Sinatra is Joaquin Phoenix's stage name?"
"What? No, that's- Your thought process never fails to amaze me." Namjoon sighs, fishing for his phone inside his jean's pocket. "I'll just send you the link."
Which he does. Namjoon shares the Spotify link on his phone. That same night, Jungkook makes a Spotify playist. With just that one song on repeat. He falls asleep with the same vintage track playing in the dark and your face playing in his mind.
Now, Jungkook has never known obsession. It's not in his DNA to think about something -or someone- over and over again. Sure, he probably knows too many facts about soccer that nobody cares about; sure, he has an entire collection of Yu-Gi-Oh cards that he's been saving since he was a kid; and sure, he adds parsley to every dish he makes regardless of the food needing it or not. But Jungkook is not obsessive. Not at all.
So why those lyrics and that melody plus the thought of you are on a loop burned in his brain is a mystery to him. And he would maybe try to find the answers to this mystery in internet forums like Quora if he was actually bothered by it.
But he's not.
He's happy listening to Frankie Valli as long as you keep appearing like a mirage everytime he closes his eyes. Jungkook thinks that's the reason why he doesnt get sick of listening to it is. Because your face is always in his mind whenever the chords start repeating themselves inside his head.
Have you ever heard that song before? Do you have any remotely idea how much it fits you? Are you even aware anybody could've written this song about you, for you? Do you know you're too good to be true? That Jungkook can't take his eyes off of you? That you're like heaven to touch, and Jungkook wants to hold you so much?
Sometimes he thinks he should apologize for the way that he stares, but when it comes to you, there's nothing else to compare. Because everytime he spots you in a room, or spends God knows how much time just looking at you as you type away in the library, the sight of you leaves him weak and he feels like there aren't any words left to speak.
It's been a couple months since he's known you, but all he knows is that he'd like to keep knowing for as long as he can. He can't remember the last time he's wanted to spend so much time with somebody. Can't remember the last time a girl had introduced herself in his thoughts until nothing else was important to him, not even scoring goal after goal on the field. Sometimes he tries to blame it on the fact that he likes women too much and you're one of them. He's a vulnerable individual when it comes to the opposite sex.
It had to be that blowjob, for sure. It's not often that getting some head leaves Jungkook shaking in his Air Forces 97, wanting to put a ring on it and thanking God he's alive.
So, if you feel like Jungkook feels, you should let him know that it's real.
"Man, my homie Frankie really was in his bag when he wrote this." he sighs dreamily one night.
Jungkook wishes he knew how to write lyrics this beautiful where he calls you his pretty baby, tells you he needs you to warm his lonely nights and pleads for you to stay now that he's found you. He wishes he could have such dominion and mastery of prose to explain how he feels whenever he's with you through rhymes. He's lowkey jealous of this Valli dude and his talent at putting into words what Jungkook can't.
It's only the 1:35 minute mark of the song that leaves a weird feeling in Jungkook's stomach. A little voice that's shouting at him the real reason why he likes this song so much. But Jungkook pushes it down every time. He's not in L with you. You're just a pretty girl Jungkook enjoys spending time with. A pretty girl, with a pretty voice who's also smart and nice to him after she's done rolling her eyes at him.
"I think you're really going to like this movie." you tell him the following Saturday night that he gets to hang out with you.
Another thing about Jungkook besides not being an obsessive individual is the fact that he's never given the universe and the way it works too much of a thought. He's always thought that things happen for no apparent reason, just funny coincidences that make the world a curious place. Nothing else.
But 10 Things I Hate About You has made him think about syncronicities in a whole different way. At first, all he was thinking was 'Okay, just another ealry 2000s teenage movie about love' and 'Man, Joseph Gordon-Levitt looks kinda the same as a teenager as he does now'.
Whatever, he enjoys spending time with you and watching whatever you like, because he's going to like it as well in the end. But then Heath Ledger's character grabs a mic and performs in front of Julia Stiles and the entire school a musical number with the one song Jungkook's been compulsively listening to for the past week.
So Jungkook watches in astonishment, with his mouth open wide and his soul ready to leave his body. His heartbeat speeds up dangerously and he finds himself holding on to one of the pillows on your bed way too tight. And you just sit there next to him, completely obvlivious to the fact that Jungkook is starting to experience the existential crisis of his life.
"It was cute, huh?" you tell him when it ends. And he just nods his head without being able to say a word because, literally, what the fuck.
"Um, yeah, why?"
"Huh?" Jungkook doesn't even remember what you've been talking about. He got distracted by the fact that you changed your perfume and your lips look a shade darker than usual.
"You just said: 'You know when a song gets stuck in your head?', and I said: 'Yeah, why?'" you look at him expectantly from under your glasses. Jungkook simply shuts down because your eyelashes are kinda overwhelming him. And he's not really ready to tell you how much of a dumb idiot he feels like for discovering a song that's been worlwide known sixty years after it was released. Oh, and he also feels like a creep for associating it with you and obsessively listening to it with you in mind. So he licks his lips, clears his throat and just settles on:
"Um, no reason."
