head over skates · jjk ; part v.
··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply canât stand it.
so what happens when youâre suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?
SERIES MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS
PAIRING;Â hockey player!jungkook x f. reader
GENRE;Â fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au
WARNINGS;Â none really lol just jk being sweet and y/n being herself
a/n; AHHH YOU GUYS!!!!!!! pt. 5 of hockey jk is out! apparently this was basically finished, it just needed an ending lol so im sorry for keeping you waiting for so long :( i hope you like it still love y'all <3
[3:19 PM] menace(y/n): where are you?
[3:20 PM] jungkook: iâll be there soon, got held up for a min
[3:19 PM] menace(y/n): iâll wait inside
Jungkook lets out a rather heavy and almost guilty sigh as he stuffs his phone back into his pocket, speed-walking across campus until he can see The Nook thatâs located on the corner of one of the older buildings on campus. Once heâs closer, he jogs the rest of the way and heads inside once he reaches the entrance. He looks around for a second before spotting you in the far corner. Youâre shrugging off your jacket and pulling out your laptop when Jungkook approaches the table.
âHey,â he breathes, slipping off his backpack and his jacket. He dumps it on one of the chairs before sitting down across from you.
You glance up briefly, your voice low and unwelcoming as you greet him back, âhey.â
The two of you agreed â Jungkook practically forced you, you werenât much for it â to meet up at the campus cafĂ© the other day, agreeing on 3PM which Jungkook wasnât very good at maintaining. He doesnât dare to tell you why he was late, the unspoken and yet very true prejudices you have of him already would only be confirmed.
âSorry for being lateââ
You shake your head and offer him a tight-lipped smile, âdonât worry about it.â
Jungkook blinks at you, your reaction not what he was expecting. He lowkey expected you to scold him or at least snap at him. But youâre not doing anything⊠nothing at all.
âWell, Iâm still sorry,â he starts again, wanting to make sure you donât question his determination to work on this project and finish it. âI was in theââ
âJungkook,â you interrupt him. Ah, there it is â the snapping. You cut him off before he can come up with a cover story for what he was doing before coming here and a part of him is relieved. He feels his heart jump when your unreadable eyes meet his. âI donât care, alright? Let's just get to work⊠the sooner, the better.â
He doesnât utter another word as he lets out a defeated sigh, watching you for a second as you scribble something down in your notebook before turning to your laptop.Â
Youâre wearing your glasses today â he canât remember the last time he saw you in your glasses. They suit you, that much he knows because they always suited you. He purses his lips in thought as he watches you, wondering what itâll take for you to let him off the hook and move on from your years apart. He wants to be your friend again but he can tell youâre not interested â if your behavior and attitude towards him is anything to go by, that is.
âSo whatâs the plan?â He asks, pulling himself from his thoughts and turning his focus to his laptop to open the document youâve created for the two of you to use.
âWe need to agree on a theme for the portfolio,â you mutter, scribbling another thing down in your notebook before pushing your glasses back up on the bridge of your nose, a small habit you still have after all these years. You glance up at him as you hand him your notebook, pointing to a list youâve made. âI listed some ideas. Let me know if any of them catch your eye or if you have some yourself.â
Jungkook nods in understanding as he reads the list of ideas youâve made, smiling ever so lightly to himself as he instantly recognizes your handwriting. It hasnât changed at all since the two of you were in high school, some of the letters are just as crooked as back then â especially at the end of words. Itâs almost as if you get lazy by the end of each word, the sloppy last two letters exposing you.
He can read it perfectly though. Always could.
âI like the idea of taking photos of the city,â he says after a moment of admiring your handwriting, glancing up at you with a gentle smile. âThereâs a lot of potential in that one. You can capture different moods, colors, and emotions â depending on which direction you wanna take it.â
You nod in agreement, the corner of your lips lifting in a half-smile, âyeah, definitely.â
Jungkookâs eyes stay locked with yours for a moment, something within him stirring. He feels it in his bones and yet he has no idea what it is â he has never felt that kind of sensation before and a part of him finds it slightly terrifying yet he wants more. He shakes his head as if to shake himself out of it before closing your notebook and handing it back to you.
âYeah, letâs make the city our theme,â he says, clearing his throat as his voice seems a little strained. âWe can go snap some photos this weekend if you want? If youâre not too busy, of courseâŠâ
âI already have plans this weekend,â you tell him, your voice clipped as you turn your attention back to your laptop.
Jungkook feels himself get a little disappointed at your instant rejection of hanging out with him this weekend. Itâs fair that you have plans already, he has no right to demand your attention nor company, but he was kind of hoping the two of you could hang out like you used to. The way your expression softens as you lift your head to look at him has him feeling like a puppy that has just been kicked. He doesnât need you to feel bad for saying ânoâ. He can handle rejection.Â
Besides, itâs not like he asked you out or anything.
âMaybe some time during next week?â You suggest, your tone soft.
Jungkook nods, the corners of his lips turn his faint frown to the tiniest smile.
âSure,â he says, frozen in place for a second before clearing his throat and turning back to his laptop to do some research for some photogenic spots in the city.
Deeply focused on his newfound task, he doesnât even notice the way your eyes linger on him for just a mere second before you smile to yourself.