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hello love! just wanna check on u, and jus wanna ask if r u currently working on chap 4 of COTCC? if yes, can u spoil us a teenie tiny bit of spoiler? hehehehe i’ve been really waiting to watch their friendship tho on where it could possibly end aaaaaaa 🥺🥺🥺
hi baby sorry ive been on vacayyyy!! but dw i only have to edit ch4 which wont take long <3
lil spoiler: lets just say jungkook wont b the only one who wants mc soon 😛😛
pairing : sunshine x grumpy, non idol city boy jungkook x country girl yn, renowned fuckboy x inexperienced reader, volunteer x volunteer
chap warnings: accidental intimacy, yn gets half-naked first (iconic), jungkook malfunctions, mutual staring, wet clothes, creek chaos, splash flirting, thigh grabbing, jungkook lifts you out the water, tension so thick it needs its own ROOM, he laughs for the first time and then immediately panics, ur mom probably knows smths up, and he holds your boots like a gentleman with a crush
Jungkook stares at the dingy lil path ahead like it just stabbed him in the back.
“You’re kidding me.”
Nettles scratch at the hem of his cargos. Something chirps under his shoe. His hand smacks at a mosquito like he’s under siege.
“This is not a path,” he mutters. “This is a fucking jungle.”
You don’t even turn around. youre ages ahead, hopping over brambles like a woodland nymph, arms swinging at your sides like you’re not walking through a bug, infested hell trail. He steps carefully over a log. Nearly trips. Swears.
“Is that a spiderweb.”
You glance over your shoulder and blink. He’s like. five full steps behind and frozen. Holding a leafy branch like it might bite.
“Oh my god,” you groan. “Ur pathetic.”
“I am not,” he says immediately, slapping another bug off his shoulder. “This is just… not built for humans.”
You run back to him before he can protest. He stiffens as you reach out, but you’re already grabbing his wrist , warm fingers closing easily around his tattooed forearm , and yanking. “Come on.”
“Wait—?”
You take off running, laughing as you pull him behind you. He stumbles, almost eats it, mutters something about lawsuits and his will, but follows anyway because what else is he gonna do?
Your boots thud against the dirt. His foot catches on a root. You don’t let go. When you finally slow, the trees part . and there it is.
The creek.
And… okay fine. It’s nicer than he expected. The water runs surprisingy clear and low, glittering faintly in the light. There’s a tiny wooden dock jutting out near the rocks, probably old as hell but still standing. Weeds curl gently around the edges, but it doesn’t look gross. Just… calm and still and quiet.
The suns now setting behind it, casting gold across the surface like spilled syrup, and ur still holding his hand, so he looks down. You do too. And then he pulls away.
Not harsh but its just fast and jerky. Like it surprised him too. You glance up, startled. Your expression falters for half a second, something weirdly unreadable and ..hurt? flickering across your face, and then it’s gone. You brush a piece of hair out of your eyes and turn toward the dock like it’s nothing.
He swallows. Feels oddly…guilty?
Ugh.
He looks around. Clears his throat. Follows you quietly. You sit on the edge of the dock, legs dangling, pulling your boots off one by one with little thunks. Your toes wiggle toward the water.
Jungkook hovers behind you for a second, awkward and itchy in his own skin, before finally lowering himself down beside you. The boards creak. His hoodie slides up his arms a little.
Neither of you say anything right away.
The air hums. The sky glows.
You kick your feet gently in the water, letting your toes skim the surface. It’s cool and smooth, little ripples breaking around your ankles.
“Jungkook,” you murmur. “Dip your feet in.”
Jungkook leans back on his hands, shakes his head. “Nah. I’m not getting my dogs out.”
You blink. “Your what?”
He smirks. “My toes.”
You giggle, covering your mouth. “Oh my god. Why’d you say it like that.”
“It’s slang.”
“For who? Prisoners?”
He shrugs, smug. “Internet.”
“I knew it.”
He watches you for a second longer, then glances down at his boots. “I’m not taking them off.”
“Wow.”
He rolls his eyes.
“What,” you tease. “You scared of some water?”
“I just…” He trails off, looking around. The trees rustle. The light’s gold now, dipping lower and warmer over the surface of the creek. His face softens without him meaning to. He stares at the way the water curls around your legs. The way your hair glows at the ends. The way it’s.. quiet outut here.
You peek over your shoulder. “Do you like it?”
He doesn’t answer right away, Instead: “Why’d you bring me here?”
You tilt your head. “Do you not like it?”
He huffs. “It’s… it’s alright.”
You snort. “Wow. Such glowing praise.”
He shrugs again, avoiding your gaze. Because the truth is? He likes it too much. The quiet. The space. You… or just all of it. And that’s worse than hating it.
You lean back on your hands. “You said your brain doesn’t shut up sometimes. Mine doesn’t either. And, well, you don’t exactly have any weed on you, right? So I figured… this would be the next best thing.”
He looks at you, expression unreadable.
You smile a little. “I come here when everything’s loud. When I feel like I’m gonna explode if I stay inside too long. It’s kinda dumb, but—” you shrug, “it helps.”
And that? That hits him weirdly hard. Like something small and quiet just knocked against his ribs.h e looks down at the dock between his knees anddoesn’t say anything.
So you keep going. Softly, like you’re just thinking aloud. “I’m guesing your parents didn’t just send you here to, like… punish you. Maybe they wanted you to actually change.”
He scoffs. “You think a creek’s gonna change me?”
You grin. “Who knows? It might.”
He opens his mouth to argue again, but then you stand up.
He blinks. “Where are you going?”
You stretch a little, then grab the hem of your shirt.
And pull it off.
He absolutely malfunctions. “Uh—” he says again, panicked this time, sitting bolt upright as you shimmy out of your shorts, now standing in nothing but your underwear like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice too high.
“Going swimming.”
“In your bra?!”
You look over your shoulder, completely calm. “It’s basically a bikini. Relax.”
Before he can gather a single coherent thought, you turn..
And cannonball straight into the creek. A huge splash hits the dock. A wave slaps his boots.
“What the fuck—” he sputters, leaning back as water hits his hoodie, “oh my god!”
You surface with a gasp, pushing hair out of your eyes and grinning up at him.
“Come on, Jungkook—!” you yell, laughing. “Water’s warm!”
He just stares down at you. Soaked boots. Pink ears. Jaw dropped. Heart somewhere in his throat.
You seim toward the other side of the creek now, arms slicing through the water, kicking lazily beneath the surface. Your hair’s floating out behind you, braid half-undone, and the bottom of your underwear’s just barely peeking above the ripples as you move.
Jungkook is definitely staring.
He coughs, loud and awkward. “Hey—!”
You glance over your shoulder. “What?”
“You’re—! That side’s—dangerous. Or something.”
You laugh. “What do you think’s gonna happen? I get eaten by a country eel?”
He folds his arms. “I’m serious.”
“Get in, loser. Or I’m splashing you harder.”
You don’t wait for a response. You dive under again, disappearing into the deeper part of the creek with barely a splash.
Jungkook huffs. Rolls his eyes and waits.
One second, two, then three.
“…Y/N?” he calls, frowning.
No answer. Just a ripple..
His stomach drops. “Y/N—?!”
Still nothing, and he curses under his breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me—”
He kicks his boots off, rips his shirt over his head in one move, and dives in, socks still on, because the dogs must stay protected.
The water hits him like a slap. Cold and thick and blinding. His hair’s in his face. He comes up choking and gasping, blinking against the sunlight as he spins in a frantic circle, eyes scanning the surface.
“Y/N?” he calls again, louder now, heart hammering.
And then, you erupt from the water directly in front of him.
He shrieks, like. actually lets out a real, startled, wet scream.
“Jesus fu—” he yells, arms flailing, slapping water like it betrayed him.
You burst out laughing. Loud, breathless, your head tipped back, water cascading off your shoulders. He blinks at you. “I thought you died!”
“What, did you think there were sharks?”
“You disappeared!”
“Yeah,” you grin, pushing your wet hair out of your face, “to lure you in.”
And he doesn’t have words for that.
Because now you’re just treading water in front of him, glowing, giggling, absolutely wrecked with joy. Your smile is huge, all teeth and flushed cheeks, hair stuck to your forehead, water sliding down the curve of your neck and catching on your collarbones.
You look like a mess and a miracle.
Focus. Jungkook.
He goes quiet. likee suspiciously quiet. like theres an idea brewing in his head.. (there is.)
You glance over. “…Jungkook?”
No answer. You spin in the water, eyes squinting, arms half, raised like you’re preparing to get dunked again.
“Jungkook, don’t be stupid—”
Suddenly, arms wrap around your thighs from beneath the surface. “JUNGKOOK!!”
You shriek just as he rises up with a smug little grunt, lifting you clean out of the water and onto his shoulders.
Your legs wrap instinctively around his neck. Your hands fly to his hair. You’re squealing and slapping at his chest like a crazy cat.
“PUT ME DOWN!!”
He’s laughing, actually laughing, all low and evil and proud.
“Nuh uh,” he grins, gripping your legs like a human forklift. “You lured me here. This is revenge.”
“You’re gonna drop me! I’m gonna DIE!”
“You faked your death five minutes ago, you’ll live.”
You’re half crying and half laughing, fully wrestling him now, flailing like a madwoman while he keeps stumbling in circles through the water trying to keep you up.
You finally kick a little too hard and lose balance , slipping off his shoulders with a high-pitched yell.
Splash.
When you come up, hair in your mouth, water in your eyes. he’s laughing.
Actually laughing.
Like not a sarcastic snort or a quiet exhale.
Laughing.
It’s loud and bright and so unexpected it freezes you mid-blink. His smile is huge. All teeth. Head tilted back, chest rising and falling with it.
You’ve never seen it before. Not like this.
Not without all the walls and deflection and eye rolls.
You wipe the water from your eyes and blink at him like he just grew a second head.
“Are…” you say slowly, dramatically, pointing a dripping finger at his face. “Are you—?”
He tilts his head, confused.
You gasp. “Are you LAUGHING?!”
His smile drops instantly. “No?”
You immediately wade over to him, water sloshing up to your stomach, and grab his face with both hands. “DO IT AGAINNN,” you sing, eyes wide, voice high and teasing. “I made you laughhh.”
He groans, but his mouth twitches again, another helpless little grin starting to creep out.
“Get off...”
“I will not! This is a historic moment. The emo boy laughed!”
“I’m not emo.”
“You’re in black cargo pants and socks. In a creek. You’re emo.”
He rolls his eyes hard. And laughs again, big mistake. Because you immediately splash him mid-laugh ,water smacking right into his chest.
He gasps. “Oh my god—!”
“You were vulnerable! I had to!”
“You’re evil.”
“YOU’RE WET.”
And then it begins. An actual splash war.
He scoops water up in both hands like a bucket and throws it at your face. You scream and send a wave right at his ribs. He ducks and sends another one at your legs. You spin, slipping and flailing and laughing so hard your stomach hurts.
You’re both soaked, hair sticking to your faces, clothes clinging to your bodies. You’re yelling, laughing, squealing, smacking water like it owes you money. The sun is setting behind you like something out of a movie.
And… hes still smiling. like really smiling…like maybe he hasn’t in a long time.
The chaos dies down slowly, a final splash, a wheeze of laughter, your braid coming undone completely.
And then it just… stops, cuz it’s dark now.
Like, really dark. Pitch black, countryside, zero light pollution, can’t see your hand type of dark. The sun’s totally dipped, and the field is suddenly way less magical adventure and way more potential murder documentary.
Jungkook flicks on his phone flashlight. It glows harsh and cold between you, bouncing off the wet edges of your soaked clothes.
You’re trying to dry off with your hands, which is laughable. You swipe at your arms. Shake out your hair. Rub your thighs like you’re trying to warm up, even though you’re both still dripping.
He’s wringing out his shirt, biceps flexing as water runs down his arms. He’s not trying to be hot…but he is. And you’re trying not to stare. Like, really trying.
He glances up at you mid-squeeze.
You look away too late.
“What?” he asks, one brow raised.
You scowl. “What?”
He scoffs, looking back down at his shirt.
You wait a beat. Then catch him sneaking a glance at you now, shirtless and damp and pretending to check for bugs.
You narrow your eyes. “What.”
He straightens. “What??”
You both turn away at the same time and go back to drying off like nothing happened.
It’s dumb and awkward. It’s kind of funny.
Eventually you shimmy your tank top back on, tug your shorts up, lace your boots with wet fingers. You’re still glowing from laughter, cheeks warm, hair frizzing a little from the humidity.
He just stands there, holding his soggy shirt, pretending he’s not cold.
You brush a leaf off your shoulder. “Well… I’ll uhm. see you tomorrow?”
He blinks. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He shifts his weight. “…You’re just gonna walk back? Alone?”
You raise a brow. “Yeah?”
“It’s dark.”
You grin. “I noticed.”
He clears his throat. “Could be rattlesnakes.”
You blink. “There’s no rattlesnakes.”
“There are,” he insists. “You don’t know that.”
“Ur from the city…”
He squints at you and you squint back.
He groans. “Come on.”
And then he starts walking… the wrong direction. You cross your arms. “You don’t even know where you’re going.”
He stops. Turns around slowly. “Then show me.”
You smirk, then together, side by side, under the stars and soaked to your socks, you start walking, and its halftway down the gravel path when one of your boots slips from your grip and hits the ground with a pathetic little thunk.
“Shit—”
Before you can even bend down, Jungkook beats you to it. He picks it up without a word, then reaches for the other one in your hand.
You blink. “Are you…?”
He shrugs. “Just give it.”
You do.
Now he’s walking beside you, shirt still clinging to him, holding both your boots. and its kind of ridiculous.
It’s also kind of… sweet.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. “Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?”
He snorts. “Do I ever?”
You grin. “It’s a big day, actually.”
“Oh no.”
“Every year my uncle opens the whole barn. For families. Kids. Old people. Locals. Strangers. Everyone.”
“That sounds terrifying.”
“There’s face paint and pony rides.”
“Oh my god.”
“And usually we plant stuff, too. Little tomato starter kits. Basil. Sunflowers. The kids love it.”
He groans dramatically. “You’ll be fine,” you say. “You’ll get assigned something. Maybe leading the ponies. Or greeting the guests.”
He shakes his head, chuckling softly.
By the time you’ve finished describing how last year a goat bit a toddler and no one noticed, you’re already at your front gate.
The porch light is off, but your house glows soft through the windows.
You turn to him. Take your boots back.
“Well,” you say, suddenly shy again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nods. “Yeah. Goodnight.”
You smile. “Goodnight, Jungkook,”
He turns to leave, still a little damp, socks squishing as he heads back down the gravel.
You watch him walk away. And when he disappears into the tree line, you finally open your door and step inside, it creaks gently behind you.
You lean back against it, heart warm and lungs full of something like honeyed air, your head tilted to the side, hair still damp.
At the table, your mom doesn’t even look up from her book. “Why are you home so late, ma’am?”
You let out the dreamiest, most stupid, floating little sigh of your life.
“…City boys,”
a/n: it gets juicier soon i promise. let her cook 🧑🍳
pairing : sunshine x grumpy, non idol city boy jungkook x country girl yn, renowned fuckboy x inexperienced reader, volunteer x volunteer
chap warnings: accidental intimacy, yn gets half-naked first (iconic), jungkook malfunctions, mutual staring, wet clothes, creek chaos, splash flirting, thigh grabbing, jungkook lifts you out the water, tension so thick it needs its own ROOM, he laughs for the first time and then immediately panics, ur mom probably knows smths up, and he holds your boots like a gentleman with a crush
Jungkook stares at the dingy lil path ahead like it just stabbed him in the back.
“You’re kidding me.”
Nettles scratch at the hem of his cargos. Something chirps under his shoe. His hand smacks at a mosquito like he’s under siege.
“This is not a path,” he mutters. “This is a fucking jungle.”
You don’t even turn around. youre ages ahead, hopping over brambles like a woodland nymph, arms swinging at your sides like you’re not walking through a bug, infested hell trail. He steps carefully over a log. Nearly trips. Swears.
“Is that a spiderweb.”
You glance over your shoulder and blink. He’s like. five full steps behind and frozen. Holding a leafy branch like it might bite.
“Oh my god,” you groan. “Ur pathetic.”
“I am not,” he says immediately, slapping another bug off his shoulder. “This is just… not built for humans.”
You run back to him before he can protest. He stiffens as you reach out, but you’re already grabbing his wrist , warm fingers closing easily around his tattooed forearm , and yanking. “Come on.”
“Wait—?”
You take off running, laughing as you pull him behind you. He stumbles, almost eats it, mutters something about lawsuits and his will, but follows anyway because what else is he gonna do?
Your boots thud against the dirt. His foot catches on a root. You don’t let go. When you finally slow, the trees part . and there it is.
The creek.
And… okay fine. It’s nicer than he expected. The water runs surprisingy clear and low, glittering faintly in the light. There’s a tiny wooden dock jutting out near the rocks, probably old as hell but still standing. Weeds curl gently around the edges, but it doesn’t look gross. Just… calm and still and quiet.
The suns now setting behind it, casting gold across the surface like spilled syrup, and ur still holding his hand, so he looks down. You do too. And then he pulls away.
Not harsh but its just fast and jerky. Like it surprised him too. You glance up, startled. Your expression falters for half a second, something weirdly unreadable and ..hurt? flickering across your face, and then it’s gone. You brush a piece of hair out of your eyes and turn toward the dock like it’s nothing.
He swallows. Feels oddly…guilty?
Ugh.
He looks around. Clears his throat. Follows you quietly. You sit on the edge of the dock, legs dangling, pulling your boots off one by one with little thunks. Your toes wiggle toward the water.
Jungkook hovers behind you for a second, awkward and itchy in his own skin, before finally lowering himself down beside you. The boards creak. His hoodie slides up his arms a little.
Neither of you say anything right away.
The air hums. The sky glows.
You kick your feet gently in the water, letting your toes skim the surface. It’s cool and smooth, little ripples breaking around your ankles.
“Jungkook,” you murmur. “Dip your feet in.”
Jungkook leans back on his hands, shakes his head. “Nah. I’m not getting my dogs out.”
You blink. “Your what?”
He smirks. “My toes.”
You giggle, covering your mouth. “Oh my god. Why’d you say it like that.”
“It’s slang.”
“For who? Prisoners?”
He shrugs, smug. “Internet.”
“I knew it.”
He watches you for a second longer, then glances down at his boots. “I’m not taking them off.”
“Wow.”
He rolls his eyes.
“What,” you tease. “You scared of some water?”
“I just…” He trails off, looking around. The trees rustle. The light’s gold now, dipping lower and warmer over the surface of the creek. His face softens without him meaning to. He stares at the way the water curls around your legs. The way your hair glows at the ends. The way it’s.. quiet outut here.
You peek over your shoulder. “Do you like it?”
He doesn’t answer right away, Instead: “Why’d you bring me here?”
You tilt your head. “Do you not like it?”
He huffs. “It’s… it’s alright.”
You snort. “Wow. Such glowing praise.”
He shrugs again, avoiding your gaze. Because the truth is? He likes it too much. The quiet. The space. You… or just all of it. And that’s worse than hating it.
You lean back on your hands. “You said your brain doesn’t shut up sometimes. Mine doesn’t either. And, well, you don’t exactly have any weed on you, right? So I figured… this would be the next best thing.”
He looks at you, expression unreadable.
You smile a little. “I come here when everything’s loud. When I feel like I’m gonna explode if I stay inside too long. It’s kinda dumb, but—” you shrug, “it helps.”
And that? That hits him weirdly hard. Like something small and quiet just knocked against his ribs.h e looks down at the dock between his knees anddoesn’t say anything.
So you keep going. Softly, like you’re just thinking aloud. “I’m guesing your parents didn’t just send you here to, like… punish you. Maybe they wanted you to actually change.”
He scoffs. “You think a creek’s gonna change me?”
You grin. “Who knows? It might.”
He opens his mouth to argue again, but then you stand up.
He blinks. “Where are you going?”
You stretch a little, then grab the hem of your shirt.
And pull it off.
He absolutely malfunctions. “Uh—” he says again, panicked this time, sitting bolt upright as you shimmy out of your shorts, now standing in nothing but your underwear like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice too high.
“Going swimming.”
“In your bra?!”
You look over your shoulder, completely calm. “It’s basically a bikini. Relax.”
Before he can gather a single coherent thought, you turn..
And cannonball straight into the creek. A huge splash hits the dock. A wave slaps his boots.
“What the fuck—” he sputters, leaning back as water hits his hoodie, “oh my god!”
You surface with a gasp, pushing hair out of your eyes and grinning up at him.
“Come on, Jungkook—!” you yell, laughing. “Water’s warm!”
He just stares down at you. Soaked boots. Pink ears. Jaw dropped. Heart somewhere in his throat.
You seim toward the other side of the creek now, arms slicing through the water, kicking lazily beneath the surface. Your hair’s floating out behind you, braid half-undone, and the bottom of your underwear’s just barely peeking above the ripples as you move.
Jungkook is definitely staring.
He coughs, loud and awkward. “Hey—!”
You glance over your shoulder. “What?”
“You’re—! That side’s—dangerous. Or something.”
You laugh. “What do you think’s gonna happen? I get eaten by a country eel?”
He folds his arms. “I’m serious.”
“Get in, loser. Or I’m splashing you harder.”
You don’t wait for a response. You dive under again, disappearing into the deeper part of the creek with barely a splash.
Jungkook huffs. Rolls his eyes and waits.
One second, two, then three.
“…Y/N?” he calls, frowning.
No answer. Just a ripple..
His stomach drops. “Y/N—?!”
Still nothing, and he curses under his breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me—”
He kicks his boots off, rips his shirt over his head in one move, and dives in, socks still on, because the dogs must stay protected.
The water hits him like a slap. Cold and thick and blinding. His hair’s in his face. He comes up choking and gasping, blinking against the sunlight as he spins in a frantic circle, eyes scanning the surface.
“Y/N?” he calls again, louder now, heart hammering.
And then, you erupt from the water directly in front of him.
He shrieks, like. actually lets out a real, startled, wet scream.
“Jesus fu—” he yells, arms flailing, slapping water like it betrayed him.
You burst out laughing. Loud, breathless, your head tipped back, water cascading off your shoulders. He blinks at you. “I thought you died!”
“What, did you think there were sharks?”
“You disappeared!”
“Yeah,” you grin, pushing your wet hair out of your face, “to lure you in.”
And he doesn’t have words for that.
Because now you’re just treading water in front of him, glowing, giggling, absolutely wrecked with joy. Your smile is huge, all teeth and flushed cheeks, hair stuck to your forehead, water sliding down the curve of your neck and catching on your collarbones.
You look like a mess and a miracle.
Focus. Jungkook.
He goes quiet. likee suspiciously quiet. like theres an idea brewing in his head.. (there is.)
You glance over. “…Jungkook?”
No answer. You spin in the water, eyes squinting, arms half, raised like you’re preparing to get dunked again.
“Jungkook, don’t be stupid—”
Suddenly, arms wrap around your thighs from beneath the surface. “JUNGKOOK!!”
You shriek just as he rises up with a smug little grunt, lifting you clean out of the water and onto his shoulders.
Your legs wrap instinctively around his neck. Your hands fly to his hair. You’re squealing and slapping at his chest like a crazy cat.
“PUT ME DOWN!!”
He’s laughing, actually laughing, all low and evil and proud.
“Nuh uh,” he grins, gripping your legs like a human forklift. “You lured me here. This is revenge.”
“You’re gonna drop me! I’m gonna DIE!”
“You faked your death five minutes ago, you’ll live.”
You’re half crying and half laughing, fully wrestling him now, flailing like a madwoman while he keeps stumbling in circles through the water trying to keep you up.
You finally kick a little too hard and lose balance , slipping off his shoulders with a high-pitched yell.
Splash.
When you come up, hair in your mouth, water in your eyes. he’s laughing.
Actually laughing.
Like not a sarcastic snort or a quiet exhale.
Laughing.
It’s loud and bright and so unexpected it freezes you mid-blink. His smile is huge. All teeth. Head tilted back, chest rising and falling with it.
You’ve never seen it before. Not like this.
Not without all the walls and deflection and eye rolls.
You wipe the water from your eyes and blink at him like he just grew a second head.
“Are…” you say slowly, dramatically, pointing a dripping finger at his face. “Are you—?”
He tilts his head, confused.
You gasp. “Are you LAUGHING?!”
His smile drops instantly. “No?”
You immediately wade over to him, water sloshing up to your stomach, and grab his face with both hands. “DO IT AGAINNN,” you sing, eyes wide, voice high and teasing. “I made you laughhh.”
He groans, but his mouth twitches again, another helpless little grin starting to creep out.
“Get off...”
“I will not! This is a historic moment. The emo boy laughed!”
“I’m not emo.”
“You’re in black cargo pants and socks. In a creek. You’re emo.”
He rolls his eyes hard. And laughs again, big mistake. Because you immediately splash him mid-laugh ,water smacking right into his chest.
He gasps. “Oh my god—!”
“You were vulnerable! I had to!”
“You’re evil.”
“YOU’RE WET.”
And then it begins. An actual splash war.
He scoops water up in both hands like a bucket and throws it at your face. You scream and send a wave right at his ribs. He ducks and sends another one at your legs. You spin, slipping and flailing and laughing so hard your stomach hurts.
You’re both soaked, hair sticking to your faces, clothes clinging to your bodies. You’re yelling, laughing, squealing, smacking water like it owes you money. The sun is setting behind you like something out of a movie.
And… hes still smiling. like really smiling…like maybe he hasn’t in a long time.
The chaos dies down slowly, a final splash, a wheeze of laughter, your braid coming undone completely.
And then it just… stops, cuz it’s dark now.
Like, really dark. Pitch black, countryside, zero light pollution, can’t see your hand type of dark. The sun’s totally dipped, and the field is suddenly way less magical adventure and way more potential murder documentary.
Jungkook flicks on his phone flashlight. It glows harsh and cold between you, bouncing off the wet edges of your soaked clothes.
You’re trying to dry off with your hands, which is laughable. You swipe at your arms. Shake out your hair. Rub your thighs like you’re trying to warm up, even though you’re both still dripping.
He’s wringing out his shirt, biceps flexing as water runs down his arms. He’s not trying to be hot…but he is. And you’re trying not to stare. Like, really trying.
He glances up at you mid-squeeze.
You look away too late.
“What?” he asks, one brow raised.
You scowl. “What?”
He scoffs, looking back down at his shirt.
You wait a beat. Then catch him sneaking a glance at you now, shirtless and damp and pretending to check for bugs.
You narrow your eyes. “What.”
He straightens. “What??”
You both turn away at the same time and go back to drying off like nothing happened.
It’s dumb and awkward. It’s kind of funny.
Eventually you shimmy your tank top back on, tug your shorts up, lace your boots with wet fingers. You’re still glowing from laughter, cheeks warm, hair frizzing a little from the humidity.
He just stands there, holding his soggy shirt, pretending he’s not cold.
You brush a leaf off your shoulder. “Well… I’ll uhm. see you tomorrow?”
He blinks. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He shifts his weight. “…You’re just gonna walk back? Alone?”
You raise a brow. “Yeah?”
“It’s dark.”
You grin. “I noticed.”
He clears his throat. “Could be rattlesnakes.”
You blink. “There’s no rattlesnakes.”
“There are,” he insists. “You don’t know that.”
“Ur from the city…”
He squints at you and you squint back.
He groans. “Come on.”
And then he starts walking… the wrong direction. You cross your arms. “You don’t even know where you’re going.”
He stops. Turns around slowly. “Then show me.”
You smirk, then together, side by side, under the stars and soaked to your socks, you start walking, and its halftway down the gravel path when one of your boots slips from your grip and hits the ground with a pathetic little thunk.
“Shit—”
Before you can even bend down, Jungkook beats you to it. He picks it up without a word, then reaches for the other one in your hand.
You blink. “Are you…?”
He shrugs. “Just give it.”
You do.
Now he’s walking beside you, shirt still clinging to him, holding both your boots. and its kind of ridiculous.
It’s also kind of… sweet.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. “Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?”
He snorts. “Do I ever?”
You grin. “It’s a big day, actually.”
“Oh no.”
“Every year my uncle opens the whole barn. For families. Kids. Old people. Locals. Strangers. Everyone.”
“That sounds terrifying.”
“There’s face paint and pony rides.”
“Oh my god.”
“And usually we plant stuff, too. Little tomato starter kits. Basil. Sunflowers. The kids love it.”
He groans dramatically. “You’ll be fine,” you say. “You’ll get assigned something. Maybe leading the ponies. Or greeting the guests.”
He shakes his head, chuckling softly.
By the time you’ve finished describing how last year a goat bit a toddler and no one noticed, you’re already at your front gate.
The porch light is off, but your house glows soft through the windows.
You turn to him. Take your boots back.
“Well,” you say, suddenly shy again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nods. “Yeah. Goodnight.”
You smile. “Goodnight, Jungkook,”
He turns to leave, still a little damp, socks squishing as he heads back down the gravel.
You watch him walk away. And when he disappears into the tree line, you finally open your door and step inside, it creaks gently behind you.
You lean back against it, heart warm and lungs full of something like honeyed air, your head tilted to the side, hair still damp.
At the table, your mom doesn’t even look up from her book. “Why are you home so late, ma’am?”
You let out the dreamiest, most stupid, floating little sigh of your life.
“…City boys,”
a/n: it gets juicier soon i promise. let her cook 🧑🍳
