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worst behaviour — jeon jungkook , series index , mdni 𑣲 ch: 24 — this ain’t no game _ written chap / explicit cw

“it's not that i don’t want you. trust me, i do. but . . .”

wc: 4.3k // warnings: excessive boyfriend treatment from the cocky fuckboy, drunk!oc being the cutest girl alive (according to wb!jungkook), they’re still fake dating btw .

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jungkook did not even hesitate when he saw you stumbling on the sidewalk outside jackson wang’s house. you had been giggling at nothing, clinging tightly to alexia’s arm for balance the whole time.

the moment you spotted him stepping out of his car, you immediately yelled his name loudly, drawing curious glances from several people still lingering near the entrance. alexia just facepalmed beside you, muttering something under her breath.

“jungkook!” you called again, waving clumsily.

he crossed the distance in a few quick strides. and without a word his arm slid under your knees while the other wrapped securely around your back, and he lifted you bridal style like you weighed nothing at all. your head immediately dropped onto his shoulder, a happy drunk sigh leaving your lips.

he glanced at alexia, still holding you effortlessly. “you good? you look pretty drunk too. i can drop you home if you want. no problem.”

alexia waved him off with a tired smile. “i’m okay, thanks. i already called a cab for myself. just take care of her. she’s a handful tonight.”

“of course,” he replied with that easy charming smile of his before turning toward his car.

the drive to your apartment wasn't really quiet because of your nonstop rambling. you sat in the passenger seat, seatbelt on only because jungkook had buckled it for you, words tumbling out in a messy happy stream.

“i missed you at the party,” you said, poking his arm lightly. “it was so fun but everything felt boring without you there. i mean yeah, i had so much fun with alexia, but it felt a little... empty after a while? you know!!! oh and jackson played the best music and someone did karaoke and i almost sang but then i remembered i sound terrible. why did you take so long to come get me? did you have something important? why didn’t you come earlier? i kept looking for you.”

jungkook kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift. he nodded along, humming softly in between. “sounds like it was wild. what song were you going to sing?” he asked, a small amused smile playing on his lips.

“it was rude boy by rihanna,” you giggled. “it would have been fun if you were there. we could have fake-dated in front of everyone like we do. you know, holding hands and all that cute stuff so people stop asking questions. because oh my god, there were guys offering me drinks and dances and numbers, i said no of course, like, back off please. and lexi !! she almost punched a guy, oh my gosh. she was confident and so hot. like, respectfully hot! i love her.”

“damn, i should have been there,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

you exclaimed, “exactly!! i know it was supposed to be a girls’ night but i needed you at one point,” you pouted, looking at him with big drunk eyes.

he hummed again, glancing at you briefly while keeping his eyes mostly on the road. “oh yeah? you really missed your fake boyfriend that much?”

“obviously,” you answered, still talking nonstop about the party — who wore what, who danced with whom, how many shots you took, and other random funny moments. he listened patiently, asking little questions here and there to keep you going, his voice low and calm the whole ride.

halfway to your place you started whining about snacks, so he made a quick stop at the 24-hour convenience store. he came back with a paper bag full of supplies hanging from his wrist — gatorade, banana milk, honey butter chips, hangover medicine, wet wipes, and a couple of those chocolate bars you liked. he set the bag in the back before driving off again.

when you finally reached your apartment building, jungkook parked and got out first. he came around to your side, opened the door, and helped you step out carefully. your legs wobbled immediately and you giggled, grabbing onto his hoodie.

“pick me up,” you said, looking up at him with bright drunk eyes and a playful pout. “please jungkookie. my feet aren't working properly.”

he shook his head with a soft laugh but bent down anyway, sliding one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you bridal style once more. the paper bag and your purse swung from his wrist as he started walking toward the building.

“you are spoiled,” he murmured, but there was no real complaint in his voice.

you buried your face happily in his neck again, mumbling, “only because you let me be.”

your legs swung gently with every step he took. “you smell so good. why do you always smell this good? like warm skin and cologne and something that makes me want to bite you.”

he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “i knew i was seeing you tonight so i made sure to smell fuckable.”

as you both entered the lobby, the usual group of older ladies who liked to sit on the chairs near the stairs and elevator turned their heads at the same time. mrs. johnson, the nosiest woman on your floor, stood up right away with her hands on her hips, eyes lighting up at the familiar sight.

“my goodness, there’s jungkook again!” she called out warmly. “look at you taking care of your girlfriend! you two are so adorable.”

jungkook kept his usual unbothered charming smile, nodding politely while holding you. “good evening, mrs. johnson. we had a long night, so we are heading up.”

but you lifted your head, still giggly and loud, and blurted out without any filter,

“isnt he the cutest man ever!?”

the words rang through the lobby. the older lady clapped her hands in delight. jungkook’s steps faltered for just a second — a mix of surprise and warmth flickered across his face. his ears tinted red but he recovered smoothly.

“she is very drunk,” he told mrs. johnson with a soft laugh, bowing his head slightly. “sorry about that. we will head up now. happy new year! and have a good night.”

“happy new year! take good care of your girlfriend, jungkook.” the lady replied happily as he carried you toward the elevator.

. . . ,

inside the elevator, jungkook still did not put you down. he kept holding you in his arms the whole time, the paper bag and your purse dangling from his wrist. the elevator doors closed slowly with their usual loud creak and the warm yellowish lights turned on, reflecting both of you clearly on the big mirror wall.

you turned your head and stared at the image, eyes widening with drunk delight. your arms tightened around his neck, pulling him even closer so your bodies pressed together in the reflection. your cheek rested against his and your legs swung lightly in his hold.

“look at us,” you whispered, voice full of awe as you kept staring. “we look so hot together. like stupidly hot. how is that even fair? you look perfect and i look like a mess but somehow it works. we look like we just came from somewhere expensive.”

jungkook looked at the mirror too, studying the way he was carrying you, your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and the way your arms were wrapped around him. a slow smirk spread across his face, that familiar confident one that always made your stomach flip.

“yeah we do,” he said, voice low and a little rough. “we look really good. you look cute like this, all drunk and clingy in my arms.”

you giggled at his words and reached clumsily for your purse. your fingers fumbled around, making jungkook stumble a tiny step to the side to keep balance.

“careful,” he chuckled, tightening his grip on you. “you’re going to make me drop the snacks.”

you finally pulled your phone out and turned it toward the mirror, struggling a bit with the angle because he was still holding you up. the first picture came out a little blurry but you loved it anyway — you in his arms, faces close, the warm elevator light making everything feel soft and intimate. you took a few more, tilting your head and leaning it fully on his shoulder for the last one.

“it’s cute,”

you said, staring at the pictures with a big smile. you turned your head and pressed a quick drunk kiss to his jaw without thinking. “we look cute.”

he let out a low laugh, shaking his head but not denying anything.

then, your phone buzzed loudly with new messages. you squinted at the bright screen, a lazy smile spreading across your face as you saw alexia’s name.

jungkook glanced down at you, still holding you securely in his arms. “what happened?”

“lexi texted me,” you answered, voice still soft and drunk.

“oh shit,” jungkook said, remembering. “i should let her know i got you home safe. give me the phone for a second.”

he moved smoothly, leaning his back against the elevator panel for a moment to steady himself. even with you fully cradled in his arms and the paper bag of snacks and medicine hanging from his wrist, he took the phone from your hand with surprising ease. his thumb moved quickly across the screen as he typed a short message to her.

you watched him for a few seconds, then suddenly snatched the phone back with a playful laugh, almost making the bag slip from his wrist.

he blinked in surprise, eyes widening a little. “hey—”

but you were already giggling and attaching the elevator mirror picture you had taken earlier. your clumsy fingers typed fast before he could stop you. you sent it to alexia with the message,

“LEXIIII LOOK AR MY FUCKBOY TAKING ME HOMEEEM”

jungkook easily read the text over your shoulder, his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. he let out a low chuckle, deep and warm, the sound vibrating through his chest against you. he raised an eyebrow, looking both amused and a little intrigued as he stared at you.

“your fuckboy?” he repeated, that signature smirk growing on his lips. “that is what i am now? not even fake boyfriend anymore?”

you nodded happily, still grinning up at him with dizzy eyes. “mhm. my favorite fuckboy.”

he chuckled again, the sound low and fond as he shook his head. his hand adjusted its grip on your waist, holding you a little tighter.

the elevator dinged on your floor, but he stayed right there holding you, not moving yet as the doors opened slowly.

“come on, darling,” he said, voice warm and teasing. “let’s get you inside now.”

. . . ,

the familiar smell of your small living room greeted both of you as he walked in. the paper bag rustled with every step. he carried you straight past the couch and toward your bedroom, the warm yellow light from the hallway lamp casting soft shadows.

“you can put me down now,” you mumbled against his shoulder, though your arms stayed loosely wrapped around his neck.

“i could,” he replied calmly, “but i’m not going to yet.” his voice had that teasing edge, but there was also clear care in the way he held you.

he lowered you gently onto the edge of your bed, finally letting your legs rest on the mattress while he stayed standing between your knees. he placed the bag on your nightstand with a soft thud. he crouched down a little so he could look at your face properly, one hand resting on your thigh to keep you steady.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, brushing a strand of messy hair away from your eyes. “dizzy? headache?”

you shook your head slowly, with a lazy drunk smile. “just floaty. everything is spinning a little but in a nice way..”

jungkook let out a quiet laugh. he reached into the paper bag and pulled out a bottle of gatorade, unscrewing the cap before handing it to you.

“drink some of this first. small sips.”

you took the bottle and sipped obediently, watching him the whole time as his hands moved to your feet. jungkook crouched down in front of you, still positioned between your knees. his fingers were gentle as he unbuckled the straps of your heels one by one, sliding them off carefully and setting them aside on the floor.

“these things look painful,” he muttered, his thumb pressing lightly into the arch of your foot for a moment, massaging it slowly. “your feet are probably killing you after dancing all night.”

you hummed softly at the nice feeling, toes curling a little. jungkook stayed there for a second longer, still on his knees in front of you, rubbing both of your feet with calm and careful hands. his thumbs pressed into the arches in slow circles, working out the soreness.

“i have not gotten this drunk in so long,” you said quietly, voice still slurred. “feels like forever since i let myself go like this.”

jungkook hummed in response, eyes focused on your feet as he continued the gentle massage. he looked up at you from his position on the floor, a small smile on his lips.

you pouted suddenly, watching him. “sorry for not inviting you tonight. i know i told you it was supposed to be a girls’ night but… i feel bad. you must have been bored with your stupid frat boys.”

jungkook let out a chuckle, still kneeling between your legs. “i am a stupid frat boy too, you know.”

“no,” you said immediately, shaking your head. “you are not like them. you actually take care of me and carry me home and... oh! did i say 'take care of me'? and you got me food, so you are not like them, they are just loud and annoying and cocky. you are so much better, jungkookie.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but there was something soft in his eyes as he looked at you. “yeah? you think so?”

you nodded, still pouting a little. then, after a moment you asked, “what is my new year’s present by the way?”

jungkook’s hands paused on your feet. he gave you a small smirk. “i want you awake and sober when i give it to you.”

“damnn,” you dragged out the word, eyes widening. “you actually got me a present?”

“duh,” he replied easily, squeezing your ankle. “anything for my fake girlfriend.”

you smiled at that, but then a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes. “i want something now though.”

“what do you want, darling?” he asked, tilting his head.

instead of answering with words, you slowly slid one foot from his hands and moved it upward, pressing lightly against his crotch with a playful grin.

jungkook let out a surprised laugh, catching your ankle gently before you could press any further. “not tonight, baby.”

you whined softly. “but we did it on christmas… and you called it my present.”

he shook his head, still smiling as he placed your foot back down. “well, my present on christmas was supposed to be baking you a cake, remember? and then you tried to help me in the kitchen and things got a little carried away when you teased me and i ended up kissing you and... fucking you on the counter. so yeah, that is why it ended up like that.”

you giggled at the memory, biting your lip. “that was a good day.”

“it was,” he agreed, finally standing up from the floor. he leaned over you, brushing your hair back gently. then he noticed you were still wearing the dress from the party, now a little wrinkled from the night.

“you want to change into something more comfortable?” he asked, voice soft. “or do you want to wash your face first? you still have makeup on. i can get the wipes if you want.”

you nodded, starting to feel sleepy. “makeup off… please. my face feels gross.”

he walked over to your small dresser, opened the drawer he knew you kept your skincare in, and came back with a pack of makeup wipes and other products. sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, he tilted your chin up gently with one hand.

“close your eyes,” he said quietly.

you did as he told you. the cool wipe touched your skin as he started wiping your face with slow, careful strokes — first your cheeks, then your eyes, your forehead, and finally your lips. he was surprisingly gentle, almost focused, making sure he did not tug too hard or miss any spots.

“you know how to use these?” you whispered, eyes still closed. “have you been practicing on other girls or something?”

jungkook let out a low chuckle. “first time. but i have watched you put on and take off makeup so many times, i am just doing whatever i remember.”

you chuckled and slurred, “i will help you! you should use this. oh and that one! i forgot what it's called.”

he stopped his hands and sighed softly. “yes ma’am, please help me help you.”

you took the wipe from him and clumsily cleaned the remaining parts of your face while he held your chin steady. once your face was clean, he applied a light layer of moisturizer, his fingertips rubbing it in with slow, soft circles. the simple care made the room feel quieter and warmer. when he finished, he wiped his hands on a tissue and looked at you again.

“better?” he asked.

“much better,” you replied, opening your eyes. you looked down at your dress. “this dress is uncomfortable now. can you help me take it off?”

without a word, jungkook stood up and helped you to your feet for a moment. he turned you around slowly, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of your dress. he pulled it down carefully, the sound loud in the quiet room. the fabric slipped off your shoulders and pooled at your feet, leaving you standing in just your undergarments.

he did not stare. there was no heat or lust in his eyes right now — only gentle focus. he simply picked up the dress and tossed it toward your chair before turning back to you.

you looked up at him, still a little unsteady. “should i shower?” you asked softly.

jungkook hesitated, his hand resting lightly on your waist to keep you balanced. “i am not sure. you are still pretty drunk. i don’t want you to slip and fall in there.”

you blinked slowly, then gave him a small smile. “then shower with me.”

he paused, clearly caught off guard. “darling…”

you tilted your head, still swaying slightly. “why are you acting shy? you have seen me naked more times than i can count. its not like it's anything new.”

jungkook let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. his ears turned a light shade of pink.

“well… it's different when you are drunk,” he said quietly, voice low. “i am trying to take care of you, not take advantage of you. even if we have done everything before, it does not feel right when you can barely stand straight.”

he looked at you for a moment, thinking, then added gently,

“if you really want to shower, i will stay in the bathroom with you. i can help you wash up without getting in. that okay?”

you frowned, suddenly upset. “then no shower,” you mumbled. “i’ll just sleep like this.”

before he could say anything else, you turned away from him, climbed onto the bed, and got under the covers. you pulled the blanket up to your chest and turned your back to him.

jungkook stood there for a second, then let out a soft chuckle, clearly confused by the sudden mood shift. he moved toward the bed and sat beside you.

“___, what happened?” he asked gently.

you stayed quiet, still looking away from him.

he reached out and placed a warm hand on your shoulder. “come on, baby. talk to me. why are you upset all of a sudden?”

you stayed silent for a few more seconds before mumbling, “you don’t want to fuck me.”

jungkook blinked, visibly surprised. “what?”

“you don’t want me anymore,” you continued, voice slurred and a little pouty. “you're being all careful and nice but you don't actually want me. i am practically naked and you're not even turned on.”

jungkook let out a breath, clearly caught off guard. “darling… you're very drunk. i was trying to take care of you.”

you finally turned around to face him, eyes glassy. “i don't care.”

he looked down at you, searching your flushed face. in his head he was thinking how beautiful you looked right now — messy hair, bare skin, pouty lips — but mostly he felt a wave of protectiveness. you were drunk, vulnerable, and emotional. no matter how many times you had slept together before, he refused to cross that line when you were like this. he never had, and he never would.

“baby,” he said softly, brushing some hair away from your forehead. “it's not that i don't want you. trust me, i do. but not when you are this drunk. i am not going to fuck you tonight, no matter how much you want me.”

you opened your mouth to argue but he gently pressed a finger to your lips, his voice staying calm and low.

“i care about you too much to do that when you cannot even think straight. tomorrow, if you still want me when you are sober, i will give you everything you want. but right now? i’m just going to take care of you, okay? that is what i'm here for.”

he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple, lingering there for a second.

“you are important to me,” he added quietly, almost like he was admitting it more to himself than to you. “more than just this fake dating thing or the sex. so stop thinking i don't want you. i just want you safe and sober first.”

you stared at him for a second, drunk enough that your thoughts felt slow and heavy, like everything around you didn't make any sense.

like holding your gaze for too long after saying all that would expose something he wasn’t ready to look at yet.

jungkook looked away when he realised something.

because what the fuck was that?

what the fuck had he just admitted?

his head spiralled faster the quieter the room got.

‘more than the fake dating. more than the sex. you are important to me.’

the words echoed so loudly in his head it almost irritated him.

jungkook rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling softly while staring somewhere near the edge of your blanket instead of at you.

he should probably leave. or sleep on the couch. or do literally anything except sit here feeling like his chest had been split open with one conversation.

then your hand lifted slowly, clumsy from exhaustion and alcohol. your fingers brushed against his cheek before settling there fully, warm and soft against his skin.

jungkook froze. his eyes lifted back to yours instantly.

you looked half asleep already, barely keeping your eyes open. still, you smiled at him anyway. small. lazy. fond.

“best boyfriend ever.” you whispered.

before he could even react, your eyes fluttered shut, your hand slipping from his face back onto the bed as you drifted off mid-breath like you hadn’t just completely altered his brain chemistry.

silence.

jungkook stared at you for a long second.

then another.

his breathing turned strangely careful. like even breathing too loudly might make this moment too real.

his mind was a complete mess.

what the fuck just happened?

seriously.

what the fuck was happening to him?

he swallowed hard, glancing away again before carefully pulling the blanket over you properly. you shifted slightly in your sleep, immediately curling toward the warmth he’d left behind.

“fuck, ___. why would you say that?” he muttered quietly, brushing your hair away from your face one last time.

jungkook slowly stood up from the bed. he made sure your water bottle was close enough for you to reach when you woke up. then he plugged in your phone to charge, double-checking that it was actually connected. he walked over to the window and made sure the curtains were fully closed because he knew you hated the sunlight hitting your face in the morning.

small things.

these stupidly small, domestic things that he had memorized without even trying.

he remembers every little thing.

and once he was satisfied, he switched off the lights. the room dimmed instantly, leaving only a faint glow from the streetlights outside slipping through the curtains.

jungkook lingered near the door for a second, his hand resting against the doorknob. he did not open it. instead he stood there in the quiet, staring at your sleeping figure.

he started thinking about the way you looked at him tonight. the way you touched his face so naturally. the way hearing you call him “boyfriend” did not scare him nearly as much as it should have. it felt warm. it felt right.

then his chest tightened suddenly.

it was not panic. no. it was worse.

it was recognition.

it was slow. agonizingly slow. like the ground had been shifting under his feet for months and only now, in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, did he finally feel the full force of it.

it was undeniable. no matter how hard he tried to push it away, to label it as something else — friendship, habit, lust — but the truth refused to be ignored any longer.

it was terrifying. the kind of terror that made his stomach drop and his breath catch in his throat, because this was never supposed to happen. not to him. not with you. not when everything between you two had clear rules. no strings. no real feelings. just pretend.

and in that quiet moment, the realization finally broke him.

jeon jungkook is falling in love with you.

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a/n: they grow up so fast 🥹

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