It's in our DNA
3. I kinda need your help
Jungkook woke to find himself in his bed, pillow drool soaked, hung over and embarrassed.
He called for YN and got no answer. He messaged her but no reply.
"Fuck this."
Deciding she wasn't there, and swimming in a pool of self pity he turned over and fell back to sleep.
**
It took walking to the cafe door and getting confused by the plethora of coffees on offer for Jimin to wave her over to him.
"What took you so long?" he pouted playfully.
"Yeah we've been waiting half an hour for you to come update us on last night," Taehyung whispered excitedly.
"Last night?" she blew on the coffee, licking her foam moustache. "What you mean?"
"We mean Jungkook the drunk on Weverse."
"Oh. That."
She shrugged her shoulders.
"He'd actually fallen asleep so I had to ninja my way over to the lounge, watch his stream on my phone and turn his phone off without thousands of people noticing," she took a sip nonchalant.
"Oh god," Jimin sighed, "we are so sorry. He's just so emo these days."
"Any reason why?"
Taehyung stopped Jimin from going further.
"Wait, I've seen you before..Jimin look at her face, doesn't she look familiar?"
YN scoffed.
"Are you trying to say I look common? My parents are decent looking," she looked at them, scoffing, "it's not like I've been with the ugly stick, just because I'm not an idol y'all are harsh."
Jimin laughed out loud, "Not exactly short on confidence are we?"
YN sat up straight, "Not in every situation, but I'm working on it."
Jimin analysed her face, squashing it in his hand and turning it side to side.
"I'm not the greatest with names," he paused to look at her profile again, "but I'm great at not forgetting a face. Where are you from?"
"I was born here, but studied in the States."
"Born where? Seoul? Have we worked with you before?"
YN laughed. "I wish, if I had made just one music video for you guys, I'd be able to pick my work. But alas no."
**
Jungkook was surprised to slowly realise first hand how, well, nice YN was.
Without saying anything, she hung about when he did a Weverse live, although he had cried during the last one when Namjoon had logged on, commented and asked him to sing a song.
Now, again, several gulps of whiskey later, he had pulled his beanie hat off, gripped the karaoke microphone tightly and sang his little heart out. When he was starting to ramble, she came out of her room, sleepily shuffling her feet over to the rug where he sat and gestured it was time to end his fan meet.
Ten minutes later, still saying good bye to each comment, she'd just about had enough.
Jungkook watched her grow irritated and advance towards him. Quickly spouting off the last, final quickly goodbye Jungkook looked on, as she snapped his phone shut and threw it at him before trudging towards her room.
"Thanks," he called out, although he'd hesitated until she was nearly at her bedroom door.
"Go to sleep," she shouted back, but he carried on.
"I didn't realise it was so late."
"Drink less. You're always drinking," she looked at him, but he couldn't work out what the look was. "It just makes you look sad to them all."
"You watched?" he nudged the conversation along, although all she wanted to do was go back to bed.
"Jimin said you do lives, and lately have been all emo."
So she wasn't interested in watching me, he thought. It's only because of the others.
"Try being happy, talk about happy stuff. You're too depressing to watch," she admitted before shutting the door.
He didn't like to admit it, but having YN as a roommate wasn't that bad. The fact she was innocent enough to tell him what she thought without thinking much of it, he appreciated.
This went on for a few months, and they fell into a quiet way to live. YN did her best to stay out of his way, as promised but lately her schedule has changed and he was then suddenly seeing her around the apartment during the day too.
They fell into a comfortable routine around the house. YN usually left for work before Jungkook got up in the morning so they didn’t see each other before work, but she started coming home earlier for dinner in the evenings.
Suddenly they were awkward and having to find things to talk about with each other, and finding out more about eachother as the days went on.
It was amazing how she knew how to cook, and she even made enough for him if he walked in the door on the days she was at home.
Slowly conversation became less forced, he looked forward to the time he spent with YN at night after gym over dinner; liked talking to her and having someone at home to be with at the end of the day when he walked in.
What cemented their new found friendship was coming in late, finding the light left on for him and a plate warming in the oven for him.
He'd begun leaving the gym earlier on the days she was home to join her for dinner, and tonight he joined her to watch TV after they ate.
After a few episodes, he would go into his room, leaving to try and call Jennie leaving her alone on the sofa. YN hated those evenings, because he never got hold of Jennie and would come out to rummage for a drink and a long night of making sure he doesn't make a fool of himself online would begin.
But they were beginning to get along, Jungkook never did anything rude or wrong and he'd even gone as far as saying that he would never tell her to leave. She was free to leave when she was ready, and that look such a weight off her shoulders that she began to quietly enjoy being able to relax at home more.
**
After falling comfortably into their newfound roomielife together, YN got up earlier than usual and entered the kitchen to find Jungkook standing there behind the center island, topless, drinking a protein shake.
He was still wearing his running shorts and sweaty t-shirt had been flung over his shoulder as he stood there having returned from his morning workout, all sweaty.
Still, he smiled at the unexpected sight of her.
“Morning, YN. What you doing up so early? I thought you would have slept in after being away."
YN didn't make eye contact, as he stood there chest out, tattoos glistening from his sweat.
"I um, slept well. When you work outdoors most of the year, you build up stamina and endurance."
She took an orange from the refrigerator and started to peel it, holding the garbage can open with one foot as she tossed the peels.
"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll treat you to the best scrambled eggs of your life," he reached for a frying pan and then the eggs.
When she was finished, she headed for the cloak cupboard to grab a light jacket.
"Wait," he jogged over to her. "You got a little something on your face," he pointed out.
YN's hand rushed to her face but he beat her to it. Suddenly feeling his fingers against the side of her lips had her suddenly scared to breathe.
"There was some orange from the white bit," he gave her a big smile before heading back to the kitchen.
"I'm just on my way out, thank you though," she smiled politely unable to make his gaze.
"Jimin invited me out for coffee and breakfast."
Jungkook's smile turned to a frown. “YN, I really like you but I don't want you to get your hopes up."
Now she was puzzled.
"Hopes up about what?" she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.
"Jimin is a bit of a flirt, he'll try it on. I don't want things to get awkward."
He knew he shouldn't have said such a lie, but it was the first time she'd blown him off and he wasn't sure how to take it.
I can't believe she's leaving me and fluffy eggs for some fancy coffee with Jimin.
She really had no idea the magnitude of the effect her answer would have on him.
"Jimin isn't like that. We've gone out for coffee before and it's not like that, I assure you. I'm not trying to date your friends Jungkook. He bought coffee last time, so I wanted to repay the favour."
No longer wishing to hear what he was insinuating, she gave up on him and closed the door fast, unable to get that image of him out of her head.
Just because they ate a few meals together, shared the apartment and laughed at the same shows that didn't mean shit.
Besides, she wasn’t looking for anything. And he was way out of her league.
But damn, she wished she could get the image of him out of her mind everytime he turned up all sweaty and gorgeous. She only wished she would stop fantasizing about the man every time she saw him—and, for that matter, when he wasn’t around.
YN tried to ignore her physical reaction to him and figured it would go away eventually, but for now, the attraction was powerful and it wasn’t easy to put aside.
"I'm just a roomie, maybe a friend. Don't be stupid YN. It's just, a little crush."
When she found Jungkook in his gym clothes in the kitchen, hair damp and sweaty from his workout and those curls of hair edging their way to his lower neck, it was a lot more than she could handle.
How dare he try and look so boyishly handsome!
His T-shirt looked soft and comfortable as if it had been washed hundreds of times, and had well-worn, threadbare, see-through spots that gave more than a hint of the muscles underneath it when he wore it. Ashamed she wished to be that t-shirt as he flung it over his broad shoulders.
On other days, she's seen it on him, slightly damp from his workout so it clung to his abs, showing off the cut of each muscle on his stomach.
She felt like an idiot the instant the image popped into her head, and how for the love of God she still had a hard time looking at him as she spoke.
"He must think I'm so lame," she mumbled as she headed for the lift.
YN wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jungkook dated pretty things and had dated Jenni, on off for ages now. Although she was confident about her looks and knew she was attractive, she wasn’t that attractive. She saw herself as girl-next-door kind of cute—appealing in a sweet way. She didn't have time to show off her outdoors beach running skills or her killer tanned abs when she was a self professed workaholic.
Yep, he has a type. The hot, sexy, idol type; leggy-blonde-model sort of way, so Jungkook wouldn't be interested in her. She was sassy, gave lip and thought too much.
Besides, she reminded herself again, she didn’t want a relationship. The whole point of this living arrangement was for her to be able to work closer to the studios and write a script to offer to dinner of the stars she worked with. Get someone to want to act her script, get a budget, a director to make her vision come to life.
"Those that don't remember why they are here, working stupid hours will be doomed to repeat it," she scolded herself, as she punched the floor in and waited for the doors to close.
The last thing she wanted to do was let him see that she was over thinking their connection.
For a second I thought he was jealous. God I've such a vivid imagination. YN you are delusional.
**
Jungkook stared at the eggs, and returned them to the fridge. It wasn't the first time he'd realised she was nothing like the women he knew and dated in the past. Hell, Jennie would have taken what he offered and started running up tabs for clothes, jewellery and trips overseas…. Instead, here YN was getting up early to go buy Jimin coffee.
He didn't have much time to think about it any more, since Jennie had decided to finally pick up his call.
"Jennie!" he cleared his throat and gave his ex-girlfriend his attention.
He heard a muffle, the sound of people in the background before she spoke.
"Jungkook, why do you keep blowing up my phone?"
She huffed but he ignored that and carried on.
"Thanks for finally calling back, I know you're on your tour now," he perked up at the fact that she picked up in the first place.
"We broke up remember, so why do you keep saying you miss me? We're in Amsterdam right now and heading back to Paris tomorrow. I'm busy."
Things never worked out between them but he was a fool for her, and he hadn't fucked anyone since they broke up.
"When you back?"
"Another month."
"Wanna get dinner together? We could go to the place we always go to."
"You mean that Italian restaurant?"
"You always said you loved going there," he wasn't sure why she was sounding like this until she sighed.
"I only went there because I wanted to pretend to like what you liked. We were dating and I thought you would just go there the once but that's the only place you'd ever take me!"
"I thought you liked it when I did that? You didn't tell me you didn't like it when we went there."
He felt his energy begin to drain, as he recounted how tired this conversation was making him.
"Yeah well I didn't like it, so now you know. And I'm not free for dinner. You're so boring Jungkook. Call me when you get a new personality."
She cut the call before he could give a sassy reply, leaving him to swear loudly to himself.
**
YN smiled as she walked back to the apartment. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was hardly any traffic. She walked past a famous bakery, the sweet aroma pulled her in, and soon she was blowing an incredible amount on baked goods.
"YN!" came a shriek, that belonged to Luna.
"What you doing here?"
"Late for heading back to work after lunch. But I have great news!"
"What's that then?" YN stuffed a croissant into her mouth, the delicious buttery pastry melting on her tongue.
"Do you remember that cute guy I told you about?"
YN looked at her blankly trying to recall the conversation.
Luna sighed. "I literally messaged you this morning."
YN briefly recalled Jungkook, shirtless in the kitchen.
"Oh, you did? My bad."
"Well, anyway. There is a cute guy that works in my department and he saw you the other day at the office."
YN shook her head. "Luna no way am I dating someone from work. Just because we work on different networks doesn't mean it would always stay like that. What if it doesn't work out? Then it'll just gonna awkward."
"He's a history buff, knows a lot about the country and would love to take you on a tour of the city. Said he saw you and wanted to know if you're single."
YN shook her head immediately walking off.
"I don't have time," she lied.
"One date. You never know!" she pleaded with huge eyes until YN gave in.
"I dunno Luna.."
"Least have a look at his picture before you say no."
**
YN stood and left her room, planning to make another iced coffee when she heard the front door shut. She went to the hallway just in time to see Jungkook getting into his jacket. He looked up and caught her watching him. Because, of course he did. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks but she didn’t duck out of sight. She raised a hand and waved goodbye.
He winked at her, "I'm just out to the studio. I'll see you soon?"
YN tried not to melt.
"Sure, I'll see you soon."
YN stacked a few matching lacy sets of lingerie on her bed before deciding on a colour.
"It's not like anyone's gonna get to see them, but a little ego boost never hurt a woman," she smiled before deciding on an outfit.
YN opened the large closet, grabbing the heavy clothing she’d taken from the back of her closet to make room. Taking out a few of his jumpers, she began sorting them for a pile to be stored away.
She shoved the rest of Jungkook's things under the bed. He would probably scream to see her treating his cashmere sweaters like that, but that’s what he got for not putting his fall clothing away when the weather turned warmer. The man had a ridiculous amount of clothing.
Buffed and moisturised, she stepped out the shower, took a big gulp of her wine and into her confidence boosting outfit not realising Jungkook had already returned home.
An hour after, nipping into the kitchen for more wine to help her nerves and implant more Dutch courage, after final make up check she spied his keys in the bowl besides her.
"Jungkook?" she called loudly, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth carefully to not smudge her lipstick. "I'll catch you later."
No answer.
Then came a groan, which sounded odd.
Unsure if he had stepped on a plug or something else, she neared his door and knocked as another groan travelled through the door.
She knocked again, "Are you okay?"
Suddenly Jungkook called out clearly.
"Fuck, shit! Thank God you heard me YN! I need your help!" he pleaded as she came through the door.
YN had thought he needed help, and had never expected to see Jungkook like this; perhaps he lost his phone charger or an earring stud she thought, but hadn't banked on finding him naked in bed, his cock erect and a painful look on his face.
Jungkook never expected another human let alone YN to see him like this.
A painful erection that wouldn't go down, a half bottle of wine drunk straight out the fridge and him lying there unable to move.
"YN!" he grimaced against the bedsheet. "You're a girl."
YN averted her eyes and looked interestingly at the ceiling.
"That's very perceptive of you!" she edged forward till her knee hit the edge of his bed and grasping the bedsheet threw it at him. "At least cover up!"
Eyes closed she hiccuped.
"Ow ow ow!" he called out hissing in pain as the bedsheet hit his tent pole.
"Maybe we should call for help!" she turned the other way to ring Jimin.
"No! Don't call him please! Don't call anyone!" he whimpered in pain, making small noises.
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do when you call out for help and I find you, alone with your erection for company?!"
Her eyes opened, and forcing herself to not lower them she stared him in the eyes refusing to look anywhere else.
His eyes focussed in on YN, standing there hands on hips.
"Where you going?"
"I need to go out in a few minutes," she looked directly at his eyes.
"YN, please. Cancel. I need your help."
"I can't cancel this. I'll be in so much trouble if I cancel this one too."
"YN, please," he begged. "I need your help." He gulped, and winced as he tried to sit up. "I can't get it down. It's been nearly an hour. I thought a quick power wank and get on with my day, but it won't come down!"
"Who the fuck has a power wank?? I don't know how to help. Maybe you can just, massage it?"
Jungkook shook his head, "No please, everytime I try to go near it I feel like I've been shot. Can you rub it?"
"How the hell is that supposed to help?" she hiccuped again.
"How much did you drink?" he asked her between shaky breaths.
"A few, for the courage."
"I'm begging you YN. Please will you have sex with me. Just get on it and make it cum and then I swear I will never do it again."
YN knew she had heard him wrong. When he repeated it again, she had to blink as the warmth of the wine spread to her stomach and made her cheeks begin to warm up.
Jungkook watched her eyes blink one too many times, a slow rose tint to her cheeks.
"YN, please. I'm begging you to help."
YN simply blinked.
"Oh god, I've broken you and my dick. Jesus, YN I need your help," he hiccuped.
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