How did you get here? One second, it was a late night play fight, quietly struggling against each other and the twisting blankets and the next, a different type of "keeping quiet". You had managed to tackle him almost, knees dug deep on either side of his hips while gripping his wrists above his head, triumphant smile on your face. His eyes met yours and he soon got lost in them, returning your proud smile with a soft one. All you did was blink and now he was sitting up (forcing you to fall on his lap), holding your face with both his huge hands and brushing a feather light kiss on your lips. You smiled into the gesture, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing back sweetly. He was leaning back down on the bed now, holding your waist before you felt a sharp feeling on your bottom lip. A sigh was muffled by his proximity and you adjusted yourself on his lap. Now it was his turn to sigh. You didn't see this night ending with a cuddle at 10pm anymore but you weren't alone.
You detached yourself begrudgingly from him. "They'll he-" you were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips latching onto your exposed neck. An involuntary groan escaped you and you could almost feel him smirk against your skin. His cold fingers trailed under your thin t-shirt and drew patterns on your back while he attacked your neck, sucking and nipping relentlessly.
It took almost every cell in your body to remove your hands from his now messy hair and tell him again. "We can't-" tired of your self-contradictory objections, he flipped you so now, he was on top. That's when you knew you were never going to win this. He moved back to your lips agonizingly slowly, brushing his own on every inch of your raised skin before grinding down on you harshly. When your mouth opened in shock, he slipped his tongue past your teeth as if to silence you. Then, in a tone so angelic and the complete opposite of his sinful actions, he whispered ever so quietly "But baby, I want you"...
I have admittedly been extremely under the weather lately and writing just hast been high on my priority list. However, yesterday I had a really great idea for a series so I’ll hopefully start posting again soon!! Don’t forget that I have an entire fanfiction for Taehyung written and waiting to post & Christmas one shots & some prompts I’d like to expand. I’ll possible start posting small snippets (like the almost nsfw one coming up vv soon ;) ) and large fanfictions and end the one shots. Hope everyone enjoys!!
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Summary: After that sufficiently awkward cinema trip, you’re left wondering about a lot of things. Sucks that the only person who can help you answer them seems to be taking the same approach as you to the situation; nonchalance.
Parts: One // Two
Genre: Fluff // Tiny bit of angst
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Very old pt. 2 // still probably cringey
"This will be awkward" you admitted to yourself inwardly as you walked out of the cinema room.
You were wrong.
Whether he was really good at hiding his true emotions or nothing had ever even happened because that's what it felt like. Like nothing happened.
And you didn't exactly know how to feel about it. Obviously there was a plus side; that was unplanned and certainly purely instinctive. And in a very complicated way, that was also the negative side. The instinct. The need for physical contact that exceeded a hand placed on your knee.
You arrived home and stuffed your face in your pillows to muffle your exasperated groan, simultaneously kicking your legs in frustration. You didn't know what to think. You didn't know what actions to take, so you chose the next best thing. Not taking any actions at all.
You gave a short unamused laugh as you concluded that's probably what Jungkook thought, too.
Monday crawled by; especially any classes you shared with the boy himself. He cracked a few jokes and you laughed along but none of it was sincere at all. He was haunting the corners of your mind relentlessly and God, you just wanted to have one of those honest conversations with him.
His voice had died in his throat when you walked through the door, twiddling your thumbs in an anxiousness he couldn't place. So, naturally, he assumed it was his fault. Why else would you be nervous? Clearly because he crossed some sort of line yesterday, one he was convinced would be relatively fine to cross. Panic tapped his lungs lightly and his breath tripped over itself. He covered it up with a cough and tried to ignore the unwelcomed swelling feeling in his chest.
You smiled and it took him a second too long to return it. That meant 1001 things in your mind.
The tension was high.
Too high for your taste.
He decided something needed to be done.
When the bell rang to signify the end of class, Jungkook basically ran out ahead of you.
This caused your heart to take a freefall to your feet. He was running from you -in your idea, anyway. A fresh wave of insecurity washed over you and, for some reason, your eyes glued themselves to the floor as you walked out of class, still in shock.
He raced down several corridors before spotting his hyung seconds away from entering his next class. "HYUNG!" He exclaimed, loud enough that Namjoon's entire class raised they're eyebrows at the running boy, quickly depriving himself of oxygen. A few sniggers chimed in the crowd when Jungkook finally did catch up to his hyung.
Namjoon simply dropped his expression in unamusement. "What did you do?"
"I-I screwed up" he stammered, running a hand through his hair. Namjoon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N?"
He nodded solemnly as his hyung rolled his eyes and gripped his forearm, guiding him to the bathroom. The younger boy tumbled after him wordlessly as they entered the empty boys' toilets. "What did you do?" He repeat, arms crossed this time and eyebrows knitted in concentration.
"W-We were in Maths and Jimin came and asked her out and I said she was busy because I like her and I was scared she would tell me to get lost but she didn't and I got really happy-"
Namjoon placed a hand in front of his face, halting his words. "Calm down. I can barely understand anything you're saying" his own calm tone was enough to cool down the younger boy's heated words.
"We went out on Sunday" he breathed out like he had been holding it in the whole time. "A-And we nearly kissed. But the movie ended and she got up really quickly like it was a mistake." His eyes found the floor as the familiar crunching of his stomach was felt.
"And...?" He urged Jungkook to go on and raised an eyebrow.
"And nothing!" He yelled in frustration. "What else am I supposed to do other than pretend like nothing happened!?"
"You tell her that you made a mistake by not telling her how you felt on Sunday" he stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Another deep breath and he nodded at his hyung, shouting a quick "Thank you" before running to his next class.
You sat twiddling a pencil around your fingers, back in Maths class. He burst through the door and stumbled next to you, startling you slightly. "I-I need to talk to you" he stammered before grabbing your wrist out of the class and into the corridor.
Thank God this teacher had a bad habit of taking too long drinking his coffee in the staff room.
You looked at him, awaiting his words.
"I made a mistake on Sunday" he repeated like he had rehearsed in his head. So far so good.
"I shouldn't have done that... I didn't mean it"
And the whole speech just flew out the window. Your cheeks practically glowed red hot as your expectation of a long awaited confession was not met. You replied with a clearly hurt "Oh" that you masked with a small smile before returning to your class and respectful seat.
He was left in the corridor alone with his thoughts.
No, no, no, no!
That's not what he was meant to say. He put the puzzle pieces together and realized you, once again, had the wrong idea. "Y/N-" he called after you, but you pretended that his voice did not reach your ears as you sat down and plugged in your earphones.
They were carefully ripped out of your ears by none other than Park Jimin himself. He grinned at you and sat in Jungkook's usual seat. Your aching heart took a break from hurting as you turned off your music and faced the boy who was certain to gain several detentions should he be found in a class that was not his own.
"So you were busy yesterday, but" he started, emphasizing the 'but'. "I'd still like to hang out with you. So coffee after school? I'll wait for you outside of your last class?" He asked, hope tinting his features. You hesitated momentarily and he sensed this. His eyes turned into adorbale crescent moons and he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Ahh, you're so cute when you're nervous"
Jungkook walked in right then. Your cheeks were a light pink and you playfully smacked his hand away. "Yes, okay" you laughed. "I'll meet you in the English hall"
He didn't know how to feel. He just watched you joyfully agree to a date with one of the worse playboys in the school, but what could he do? Any warning would result in an angry response from you, he concluded, accusing him of envy instead of care. Well... envy played a pretty big part. But watching someone else -someone who clearly didn't care- touch you like that made his blood run hot and steamed.
He skipped out an entire period, leaving you clueless and Jimin rather happy.
Last period. It was here.
Jungkook stood outside the lockers that outlined the currently deserted English hall, hoodie pulled close and lollipop lazily hanging from his lips. His anger had only heightened during the time he was away from you. Luckily, he was able to smoothly fully avoid you all da, leading up to this moment.
Then he saw you.
You walked out of your last class and opened your locker. He pushed himself off the set of metal boxes he had been leaning against, snatching the candy out of his mouth and smashing it loudly against the floor. You jumped and turned at the sudden noise and saw him, face visibly reddened by something you could place.
He stood in front of you and wasted no time beating around the bush.
"Why?" He spat.
Confusion was evidently stretched across your face at his vague question. "Um-".
He groaned in frustration. "Why did you agree to go out with him?" His true feelings betrayed him and hurt touched his voice, a touch that didn't go by unmissed. Your eyes softened at him and you took a step closer, as he took one back, away from you.
"Jungkook, I-" you began. You didn't think he'd know or, frankly, that he'd even care. He had clearly stated that everything that happened was a mistake and an accident.
He flinched a little at the sound of your voice. "Stop looking at me like that! I don't need your pity" he rolled his eyes and you swore you saw a flash of jealously in them.
You were faced with a complicated decision. You could tell him -pour your heart out with feelings and thoughts you'd had of him- and suffer the rejection that he had before brought to your door or you could get angry back, tell him that he didn't have control over you. He told you it was a mistake after all.
The later was the obvious choice. The very obvious choice. You should've gotten pissed at his unnecessarily possessive attitude but against all rational decisions, you let out a loud "Ugh" of frustration and embarrassment before grabbing his arm, forcing him to face you.
His eyes locked with yours for a brief second before you crashed your lips on his.
He stumbled back slightly at the sheer force but steadied himself and let his eyes close. Sparks connected the two of you in an untameable flame. All that jealously and anger had been released in one swift action. His hands found your waist and he shoved you against the closed lockers harshly, emitting a small yelp from you that was muffled by the kiss. You could taste the lollipop he had previously smashed off of him and God, it made everything ten times sweeter. Then again, you weren't sure if that sweetness was the candy or just him.
You gripped his neck tightly, realizing how you had deprived yourself of this for so long. You only pulled away when the need for air became to great for either of you to handle.
You panted, out of breath, forehead against his. Your lips twitched upwards before you could stop yourself. One of the hands you had wrapped around his neck smacked him at the back of the head roughly. "Ow! What the f-"
"You're an idiot. But like, an actual idiot. Why did you think..." You looked down in shame. Why did you agree to go out with Jimin? You were lying to yourself if you said that you liked him in the same way you adored Jungkook.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry for everything" he blabbered, grip on your waist tightening before loosening. You hushed him with a quick peck on his lips.
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