summary: in which romance is the phone ringing in dnd mode and u + jungkook = <3 forever.
idol!jk x afab!reader / friends to lovers (?) -> established relationship / fluffy fluff fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 5.8k
warnings/content: the progression of oc and jungkook talking on the phone from when they just met to them being an official couple <3 + oc #1 levi stan #1 butterfly by bts stan + got inspired while listening to u + me = <3 by miss livieee
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note: i think these timeline style drabbles are my favorite to write hehe :,) ig i could’ve used one of those apps for the texts but i find this way more charming somehow 😭 comment to be added to the taglist! <3 if u asked to be added last time but wasn’t tagged pls do so again and check ur visibility settings bc maybe i couldn’t tag u ^^
—
i. permission to call?
humans take care of each other the most in the winter, when the weather conditions are harsh. sometimes too harsh, then you tend to question if we truly belong here, but you always remember why we do. animals adapt by growing thicker skin, and we have survived until now because we care.
20:27
from: jeon jungkook
the temperature drastically dropped today! please stay warm ㅜㅜ
you like existing in november. it gives you the time to sit between the seasons and reflect on the life you’ve lived. who were you in january and who are you today? what brought you happiness and sorrow? what should you leave behind and where do you want to go? these are the type of thoughts you had while standing and giving out flyers at the streets of myeongdong for eight hours straight. it’s funny that you must freeze so you can keep the heater in your place running and sleep comfortably at night.
you had the longest day. after attending your classes, you went straight to work, and you still had to cook dinner and accomplish chores when you got home. you pull your sore feet under the covers, curling up and relaxing into the mattress. you’ve been looking forward to this since you climbed out of bed at six in the morning.
23:52
omg sorry i just got home
it was crazy cold. winter really is here
your heart jumps when the text bubble quickly appears on the other side of the screen. sometimes, you have to remind yourself that you’ve just met this boy when you catch yourself smiling at your phone. you’re not sure if it’s healthy to entertain after getting your heart broken only recently. perhaps this is delusion, but you have a feeling that you were destined to meet him the way you did.
23:52
from: jeon jungkook
at this time?
did it get that busy?
23:53
i know… i was ready to go home when i ran out of flyers then they gave me more…
i’m sorry, your day sounded exhausting :(
i won’t bother you anymore for today hehe
you should sleep!
23:54
hey what are you? my mom? 🤣
oh sorry hahahahaha
i have a question….
yes?
do you like texting or calling more?
23:55
i’m fine with either
you mean video call?
that works too…
23:56
why? you want to call?
i mean if you’re fine with it…
i haven’t seen you since we first met 🙃
that’s a long way of saying you miss my face 🤣
you have too much fun teasing me!!
23:58
hahaha
i’ll call you when i finish washing the dishes
you spring up on the bed, blinking down at your phone screen. “fuck… what did i just do?”
—
jungkook wastes no time jumping out of bed and putting on a shirt. he grabs the body spray, but his finger on the nozzle relaxes when he remembers that you won’t smell him because you won’t actually be there. he slaps his own forehead and laughs. “ah- stupid! i wasted it!”
—
obviously, you lied about doing the dishes. instead of the sink, you’re back infront of the mirror and putting on some makeup. your first instinct decides to apply the most natural looking shade of lip tint on you. you certainly don’t want to do too much, but you’re staring at your reflection and something still doesn’t feel quite right. you sigh and roll your eyes.
“fine!” you mumble, pressing a small dot of the same lip tint on both of your cheeks. you don’t bother picking up a brush and settle with using your fingers to spread the color on your skin. “why am i doing this anyway? i should be sleeping like he said. why did i have to argue?”
your vision falls to your chest. the striped sweater isn’t so bad, but… “i need to put on a bra.”
—
“what’s a good angle?”
jungkook realizes that he should’ve thought about this through before he asked. he tries lying on his back and holding his phone just below his chest, but that isn’t flattering, and holding it up above his face is tiring and unsafe.
“aish, this isn’t working out!” he flips on his side and it solves his problems from earlier, but unfortunately, it also shows off his messy room. “should i just put my face closer…? nevermind!”
this leaves jungkook no choice but to perform the tasks he’s been procrastinating for the past few days. he runs back and forth across the room, organizing his possessions and throwing out things like old receipts and empty water bottles.
but then the phone rings.
he dives back into the bed and finds himself still indecisive. he does end up with his back resting against the top of the bed, which isn’t as comfortable as he wanted it to be. “whatever, this will have to do!”
his finger hovers over the accept button.
why is he sweating?
—
“hi!” you greet jungkook with a soft smile. you're lying on your side and cuddling with a pillow, facing towards the lamp on your nightstand which is the only source of light left turned on in your house. in contrast, jungkook’s room is still bright.
“h-hello,” he shyly smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. “you look pretty.”
“thanks, kookie,” you lighten the mood with the affectionate nickname you learned his fans call him. it makes his cheeks rise and be warm with a shade of rose. “i almost forgot what you look like.”
“didn’t you stalk me on the internet already?” he jokes. “i have a lot of good pictures there. my condition isn’t the best right now.”
“yeah,” you giggle. “but i like it better this way. just you and your unfiltered phone camera.”
“you’re being too nice!”
you wouldn’t mind doing this more often, hopping into a call only to make him blush on purpose.
“hey, jungkook?”
“yes?”
“tell me if i’m wrong but,” you sink your teeth on your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. “you wore that shirt in a rush, didn’t you?”
his eyes comically widen. “how did you know?”
“because you’re wearing it inside out.”
he bows his head and sees the tag, which should be hidden on his nape, be in the middle of his collarbone instead. he even double checks it on his phone to see what he looks like from your point-of-view. his unreadable expression is what does it for you. you burst into a fit of laughter, clutching your sides when his camera is abrupty turned off.
“yah, stop laughing! i did this on purpose!”
—
from: jeon jungkook
22:16
are you busy?
22:23
not really
why?
22:24
can we call?
:D
22:26
i don’t know…
you kept me awake until 3am last night…
i’m sorryyyyyyy..
i’ll be more mindful of the time
:D
jungkook pops up on your screen with the widest smile, mimicking the emoticon he’s been overusing for the past three days. you take a screenshot to laugh at him later, but you secretly also like having pictures of him that are for your eyes only. this is fun, and quiet, and intimate. it’s been a week since jungkook first asked to call, and this is the fourth time you’re spending your late night memorizing his face. you’ve discussed your favorite everythings, music, films, and childhood memories. jungkook is funny, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. you didn’t expect talking to him to feel so easy. it’s like you’ve been best of friends for years.
“you look stupid,” -ly adorable.
“but i made you laugh!” he triumphs. “how was your day? your presentation went well?”
“yes, i didn’t stutter and the professor didn’t have follow-up questions. but today was cold, too cold,” you lament, adjusting the blanket to go above your shoulder and pulling your knees to your chest. “how about yours?”
“mhmm, it was a slow day. we practiced from morning to afternoon, then i worked out before coming home.”
“you worked out after dancing for hours? are you superhuman or something?”
“that’s the goal!” he chuckles. “then maybe i could do five-hour concerts?”
“that’s fucking insane,” you marvel at his stamina, especially that your eyelids are beginning to feel heavy. maybe that is the difference passion makes. “i’m so tired from just standing.”
he calls out your name in a fake deep voice, like a professor scolding a student. it brings out his satoori accent that you haven’t heard this distinctly before. “are you seriously falling asleep? it’s too early for that!”
“i’m sleepy now that i’m in bed.”
“ah- that tired? i should let you sleep then.”
“that’s right,” you hum. “sing me a lullaby.”
“you want me to sing for you?”
“why have an idol friend if they won’t even sing for me?” you exclaim in jest. “you won’t do this much for me?”
“alright, alright! i’ll do it out of the goodness of my heart,” he surrenders, thanks to your persuasion. “what shall your idol friend sing for you then?”
“i like your group’s song… butterfly.”
“have you been listening to our songs?”
“of course, you’re my friend!” you reply, confused. “you know, your voice really stands out in songs like that.”
“wow, thank you… uhm, i appreciate that. that’s very nice.”
“are you blushing?” you chuckle, slightly surprised. “you must hear that compliment everyday.”
“yah! i am not blushing,” he denies, avoiding your eyes. “i hear that all the time. it’s no big deal.”
“mhm-hmm,” you agree to disagree, allowing your heavy eyes to finally flutter shut. “now, sing for me please.”
—
as jungkook sulks infront of you and is being ignored to his horror, he is also sitting with the realization that he does like attention.
“like a butterfly, b-b-butterfly~”
“jungkook, your voice is lovely, but please mute yourself.”
he exhales, obnoxiously loud. “we finally call after three days and i can’t even make a sound?”
“that’s the rule,” you roll your eyes. “i need to finish this tonight and you distract me when you talk.”
“but i was singing!”
“you can’t sing either. i need to stay awake,” you huff, pausing to rotate your strained wrist. you've been preparing your sixth grade student’s reviewers and mock exams for next week’s finals. everything, and you mean everything, is handwritten. for some ungodly reason, she performs better when reviewing your handwritten material compared to printed ones. it helps her retain the information better. there’s just something about your handwriting that she likes, apparently. it’s exhausting and time-consuming, but the job pays well and you do receive extra cash for doing this, so you can’t complain. atleast, not infront of arin and her parents.
having jungkook has become part of your daily routine. so when he begged you to call, swore to be quiet while you work, and claimed that he was content with just seeing your face… you gave in. you might be sarcastic, a little irritable, but you’re glad that he’s here and keeping you from going insane.
“you want me to just come over and help you write?”
“trust me, i’ve tried asking for help. she notices,” you sniffle. “i know there must be a science behind it, but sometimes i’m scared that she’s just torturing me.”
“you told me arin is good, though.”
“she is, but kids scare me nowadays. now, shush and go do your own thing.”
jungkook spends half an hour practicing the vocal drills he focused on during vocal lessons earlier in the day. while on mute, of course. he thought about studying english too, but he deemed himself too lazy. the truth is he should sleep already, but he doesn’t want to leave you awake by yourself.
have you forgotten that he’s here?
he thinks he’s propped up on the window sill infront of your desk. well, your phone, anyway. your eyes switch between your laptop screen and the lined a4 paper you’re writing on, the bright warm light of your lamp standing infront of it. you’re breathtaking, with your furrowed eyebrows and tousled hair. he likes that he gets the privilege of being around you in a time like this. he likes you. he likes you so much that he feels content doing nothing but watching you.
“are you going to sleep?”
he shakes his head.
“why? find something else to do then. why are you just staring at me? it’s making me self-conscious.”
“because you’re beautiful.”
he doesn’t need to unmute himself. by the way your features soften and a faint smile appears, he knows that you read his lips.
“shut up, jungkook.”
is it normal to have his heart beat faster in response to that?
jungkook climbs out of bed and sits on his gaming chair, setting you down on his phone stand that he bought specifically for video calls with you. he hits the microphone button. “i’ll play on my pc then go to sleep.”
“okay, be good.”
“yes, boss.”
twenty minutes later, you finish another page and take that as a sign to rest. you take off the bandages wrapped around your fingers, breathing out a sigh of relief. on top of your tired hand and eyes, your back is hurting from being hunched over your desk for long periods of time. you wish you liked your jobs, but it seems to you that they’re only competing to be the one you hate the least. you hate this one the most right now, but once you get a taste of arin’s mom’s cooking tomorrow, you know they’ll come back to your good graces.
you finally take a good look at jungkook. you’ve only ever seen him serious when he’s focused on playing. in other occasions, he’s beaming at you. “what are you playing?”
he speaks, then suddenly cuts himself off to unmute. “hi, i’m just aim training.”
“i see…” you tidy up your desk and prepare everything you need in your bag to make life easier for yourself in the morning. “i’m going to bed.”
“okay, me too!”
“you can keep playing!” you crawl into your bed, settling in for the night. “goodnight, jungkook.”
“noooo, don’t go!” you hear a series of rapid clicks from his mouse and the light shining on his face disappears. “okay, let’s sleep!”
“for real-” you’re interrupted by your own yawn. “my eyes are closed.”
“mine are closed too.”
you crack one eye open for a second. he wasn’t lying. “you didn’t have to wait for me, you know?”
“ah, i know! but…”
“but…?”
“nothing…” he mumbles, and you leave it alone.
the call becomes quiet, and you slowly drift to sleep.
“i missed you.”
your steady breathing comes to a hitch. it is such a vulnerable moment that your brain is short circuiting and you can’t come up with a humorous or flirty remark to purposely make him nervous like you usually enjoy to do. this is the same boy thousands of fan accounts on the internet are dedicated to. a celebrity you’ve seen on billboards, tarpaulins, and posters on the streets. an artist whose performances gain millions of views. it’s all so peculiar to think about when right here, right now, you feel like there’s only the two of you in the world.
“i’m sorry,” you manage to say. “for being mean.”
“i can handle it,” you open your eyes because you like it when he laughs. “seriously, it’s not a big deal to me.”
“okay, but that doesn’t mean you can be mean to me.”
“i wouldn’t even dare,” he smiles toothily, scrunching his nose. “you can make it up to me by playing with me, though.”
“my laptop can’t handle your big games, jungkook.”
“we can play on my console.”
“where?”
“my room!”
you squint at him accusingly. “are you trying to kidnap me?”
“maybe,” he smirks in confidence. “you’re not allowed to go home until you defeat me.”
“i think i’d be able to go home right away then,” you sing and stick your tongue out playfully.
long story short, you had to stay the night.
—
ii. you don’t even have to ask.
truth be told, there is a part of you that is embarrassed you didn’t realize jungkook was a member of a group you’ve been seeing and hearing about for the last couple of years. your life revolves around school and work. when you come home, you either go straight to studying or to sleep. on the rare days that you’re blessed with free time, you usually curl up in bed with a book, one of the few luxuries you grant yourself like clothes, or you head to the movie theater. you’re not entirely ignorant, but you’re also not the most active on social media and you only watch television at late nights. a huge chunk of your knowledge about pop culture is from your friends, who were very surprised when you began asking about an idol boy group. you figured the easiest way to keep your secret is to be loud about it. to freely go off on a tangent about jungkook under the guise of him being your bias.
“who’s got you smiling at your phone like that, huh?” jungkook’s big beady eyes pops out from the upper right corner of your laptop screen.
“what took you so long? did you shit?”
“i got some snacks from hobi-hyung,” he lies down on the bed hugging two bags of chips, enabling you to see him again down to his torso. “what were you doing?”
“just scrolling on twitter,” you shrug. it’s not really a confession. you and jungkook already follow each other everywhere by now, even on steam after he forced you to create an account. you haven’t opened that website in three months. “it’s just fun that i can say you’re my boyfriend over there and nobody knows i’m serious.”
“i posted a clip of you performing fake love and said ‘my boyfriend is so cool’ then someone replied that i’m sleep tweeting again!”
the interaction became funnier to you because the account is using one of the four selcas jungkook uploaded recently. it has become a habit for jungkook to consult you about which photos to post, and you greedily chose those specific photos because you couldn’t decide which one you wanted to use as a lockscreen.
“well, what did you tell them?”
“just the rolling eyes emoji,” the both of you get into a fit of laughter at your response. “i don’t even fight anyone who calls you their husband!”
jungkook is always, always visibly overjoyed when you call him your boyfriend and post about him and the achievements of bts. he feels so supported and appreciated; he has gained a better understanding of what it means to be a partner because of you.
“and you don’t have to, baby!” he kisses the camera, and that split moment gives you butterflies. “i’m all yours. no argument about that.”
is that true, though? you share him with the world and you have no problem with that, but this is so new and so wild, and you’re both still clueless about the world. wherever you currently stand in jungkook’s life, you’re at the intersection of thrill and fear.
you only smile and say, “good.”
“okay! let’s continue watching attack on titan.”
you chuck your phone on the other side of the bed and adjust yourself to a comfortable position. “i already forgot what happened. can we restart the episode?”
“okay, but we need to hurry up. the new season is starting soon!“
“i swear, jeon jungkook, if levi dies i will never forgive you for making me watch this fucking anime.”
your boyfriend sends you a look of disapproval, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “are you threatening me? over another man? you’ve only known him for three episodes!“
“the heart knows,” you sigh dreamily, totally unfazed. “i think i might be in love with him.”
“hajime isayama,” he looks up to the sky. “please do me a favor.”
—
“do you think genies are real?”
“no,” you say after a few seconds of contemplation. it’s too early for you to be awake on your day off, but you’ve accepted making this sacrifice when you allowed jungkook’s calls to bypass dnd mode. “no, i don’t.”
“oh, really?” he makes a noise of disappointment. “in any case, my first wish would be to be magically washed and prepared for bed after a concert.”
“how was it?”
“what?”
“the concert, babe-”
“oh!” he springs up so fast that you flinch in surprise. “babe, today’s show was so fucking fun! anpanman was my favorite today!”
“were they loud?”
he nods aggressively. “they must really like that song.”
“how was euphoria?”
“it’s good. i’m getting better at it every night, i believe so… it’s a bit pressuring to go after hobi-hyung,” he chuckles, slapping his forehead. “he’s on another level- another level! my goal is to make him proud.”
“you’re doing well. everyone’s complimenting you.”
“i know, i see them,” he says, referring to the links and screenshots you send to him almost everyday. “i don’t deserve you, you know that?”
“everybody knows you work hard, jungkook. so you don’t beat yourself up so much,” you remind him, aware of how he constantly beats himself up over errors.
“just a healthy amount to motivate myself to be better,” he puffs his chest, reciting the conclusion of your long conversation some days ago.
“why are you looking up? a magic lamp won’t be there.”
“i’m looking at the time on the clock!” he laughs at your embarrassed smile. “anyway, i’ll go wash up so we can talk without interruption.”
you close your eyes and float somewhere in between being asleep and awake. you assume that he would drop the call and call you back after, not set down his phone on the small metal shelf for the shampoo and conditioner. the sound of the water hitting the tiles hits your ears and jolts you awake. jungkook is naked and under the shower. yes, you can only see down to his chest, but your first thought is he must genuinely trust you.
“so you weren’t joking about bringing me to the shower,” you remember him saying before he left for tour. “do you miss me that much?”
“shit, i forgot to mute. sorry, baby!” he looks a shih tzu with his wet hair covering his face. “sorry- yes, yes, i just miss you. i want to take you with me everywhere i go.”
“i love you, baby.”
“i love you more.”
“i can’t even fight you on that right now,” you chuckle tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “isn’t your phone getting wet?”
“oh, it is,” he grins humorously. “it totally is.”
—
you drag yourself out of bed after your beautiful boyfriend’s shower that took longer than necessary due to his dirty jokes and muscle flexing. not that you were complaining. definitely not. not missing him most excruciatingly.
“are you eating ramen for breakfast?”
you understand the confusion. he knows you usually begin your day with a healthy meal and reserve the rather unhealthy food for at the end of the day, when you need to cope with the stress of existing in a world like ours.
“i don’t feel good today,“ you confess, dropping in the noodles in the boiling water. “i’m craving something warm.”
“i’m sorry i can’t be there to look after you, my love.”
you smile down at your frowning jungkook who is leaning against your glass of water. “i’m okay. don’t worry about me.”
“it’s my job to worry about you,” he glares at you cutely. a knock on his door cuts the conversation short. not a minute later, jungkook comes back with steak and a can of beer. “is your ramen almost done?”
“two more minutes!”
“okay, i’ll wait for you.”
jungkook cracks open a beer and entertains himself with his work phone while you prepare your food. you remove the pot from the stove and set it down on a mat on the table. you like eating from there when you’re alone to reduce dirty dishes to wash. the food somehow always tastes better too. and then you fish out the boiled egg from your ramen with a spoon, drowning it in a bowl of ice cold water.
“tada, it’s perfect!” you proudly present your peeled boiled egg, shiny and smooth.
“good job, baby,” he praises you with a big grin. “i taught you well.”
“yeah,” you smile back at him, sighing. “so much more to learn at 19.”
—
from: my jungkook
14:29
i arrived safely baby. i’m in the car now
but i don’t know when i can see you yet... 😥
we’re heading straight to the company for now
14:37
wait what???? :( :( :( is that allowed??? still going to work after a long flight??
i know 🙃
i’m so tired!!!!
14:39
aww my baby :(
take care. i love you
welcome homeee
14:40
don’t wait up okay?? i’ll tell you when i’m sure i can go!
i’m guessing the next few days..
i love you ❤️❤️❤️
14:41
more than most
it has been six hours since jungkook’s last text message. on a normal day, you would probably send some hearts or engage in the ‘who loves who more’ competition, but you wanted to mope and cry earlier, and as a result could’ve possibly said something mean or selfish, like asking him to use his last drop of energy to come to you. you’ve been looking forward to this day for the past weeks, and it just happened to end in an anti-climactic manner. unfortunately, you process disappointment by crying, and this context only makes the ugly emotion worse because you feel guilty for being disappointed in the first place.
“that’s not bad at all,” you mutter to yourself, writing down 42/50 on arin’s mathematics exercise sheet in red ink and stamping two stars under it.
and with that, you’ve run out of productive tasks to keep you away from the bed you imagined you’d be sharing with your boyfriend tonight.
to: my jungkook
21:22
heyyy you still at work?
sorry, was also busy with mine :(
i miss youuuuu
you bury your face in the pillow to scream without a sound. you only want one thing: to hug jungkook. no, at this point, it’s a need. and it’s quite funny to witness yourself act this way. to be so consumed by love and believe that a couple of minutes will be worth all the trouble, because not getting them will feel like the end of your world. your silly teenage love has melted your toughness and stubborn logic.
stupid company working your boyfriend to the bone. would letting him rest for a day make them go bankrupt? are they going to wait until he gets sick again?
from: my jungkook
21:55
i miss you my love
i’m home!!!!
and that is typically your cue to hit the call button. the butterflies in your stomach cannot be tamed as you wait for him to pick up the phone, which is ridiculous because the last time you called was a day ago, not a month or a year.
user is unavailable.
and then jungkook calls you back immediately.
“why only audio call?” you sadly question.
“i’ll call you again later, okay? there’s just- a lot is going on right now over here.”
“still…?”
“yes, uh- still. i’m sorry,” his voice sounds panicked. your heart clenches. “huh? hyung, did you call me…? oh, okay okay! i’m coming!”
“you have to go somewhere?”
“i’ll try to come back. wait for me, okay? mwah-” he makes the kissing sound and ends the call.
you purse your lips together, a valiant attempt at holding yourself together, but you break down and crash as you blankly stare at your dead phone screen. you can’t believe you’re crying over this. you’re supposed to be mature and reasonable. the perfect and understanding partner. consistent communication wasn’t easy during your time apart, but it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. you’ll eventually have to get used to this disappointment. if you can’t handle this now, what will become of you when he goes away for 18 months?
the thought makes your tears fall like water from faucets turned all the way. your phone is vibrating with text messages from friends ranting about how their day went but your vision is too blurry. maybe you’re just tired, and your heart is broken that jungkook is tired.
to: my jungkook
22:05
hi hi hi don’t worry about me, just go to sleep
i know you had the longest day ever 😭
i love you baby 💞
you take jungkook’s lack of answer as a sign that he has fallen asleep and you don’t bother to check if he has read your messages. you move around your house as to not flood your bedroom with the heavy energy of longing and existential crisis. in the bathroom, you wash away their evidence on your face. in the kitchen, you finally unseal the box of tea packets left untouched in your shelf for the past months and pair it with your remaining honey in a jar. you stay in the living room thereafter, delicately sipping from your teacup while searching for beach houses for sale in korea. despite being in a committed relationship, there’s a piece of you that believes you’re destined to be alone, and perhaps the real tragedy is you don’t think it tragic. you dream of living someplace quiet, someplace the nature is loud. a nice house with a view of the stars so you can pretend to talk to your mom and your siblings. the privilege of living in the present and not in the past and in anticipation of the future.
it’s an expensive dream to have, but it motivates you to work hard and live beyond survival.
you drag your cursor across the zeroes.
“someday,” you whisper, face illuminated by the bright laptop screen. “someday, surely… definitely.”
a notification pops up in a corner. an email from jungkook that reads: WHY ARR MY CALLS NOT GOING THROUGJ ARE YOU OKAY YOU ARE STILL ALIVE RIGHT ANSWER ME EE PLEASE I’M WORRIED
with the subject being: RED ALERT PLEASE READ 🚨🚨🚨
you pick up your phone that is face down on the table and discover the empty battery symbol in the middle of the pitch black screen.
“oh no!”
you run to your bedroom and come back with the charger. you scramble to plug in your phone and end up kneeling on the floor as you frantically type up a response. to make matters worse for your worrisome lover, you get interrupted by a knock on the door.
you take a deep breath, beginning to feel a little overstimulated.
it has to be one of your neighbors. maybe it’s the guy next door with a new batch of honey, or the elderly woman you helped with moving two weeks ago and has knocked almost everyday since then with either a question or a gift of gratitude for patiently answering her during her prior visit. it could even be a prank, which you can’t get annoyed at because you’ve done it too.
you swing the door open with the most polite smile you can muster.
“how may i he-”
“boyfriend delivery!”
your heart drops like a morning bird and wakes up the hibernating butterflies in your stomach.
jungkook stands on your doorstep in his all black outfit. he is carrying a bouquet of flowers and is surrounded by shopping bags that are too many for you to count. but most noticeably, he has that stupidly charming and mischievous grin plastered on his face.
you produce a high-pitched squeal you have never heard from yourself before, body reacting faster than you can think. the next thing you know, your legs are wrapped around his waist and you’re kissing him all over and hugging him tighter than you’ve ever hugged anyone.
“oh my god! i missed you! oh my god!”
he laughs at your reaction, kissing your hair. he has one strong arm supporting your body, the other is still holding up the bouquet.
“i’m sorry i’m late, baby. i drove around for hours looking for your favorite flowers.”
“what? you didn’t go to work?”
“yes… and no? we just had to do stop by for an hour to check on something then i looked for your flowers, and then i unpacked my luggages.”
he walks into your apartment and places the bouquet on the table without letting you go. you stay glued to him as he goes back and forth the front door and the living room to bring in the gifts he brought from his months-long world exploration.
“you’re so mean!” you pout and complain throughout. “i was so excited then you cancelled on me last minute! that’s not nice!”
“sorry, i just really wanted to surprise you,” he squeezes you apologetically. “but it’s impossible with our flight information being public so i had to come up with something.”
at last, jungkook plops down on the couch, with you straddling him as a result. it’s comfortable and familiar. it’s coming home— bridging the distance between your lips and getting a fill of that addictive feeling of sparks flying. “i really fucking missed you,” he mumbles in the middle of the kiss like waiting a minute more to say it would make him explode.
you break away for some oxygen, but he chases you and rudely interrupts your sentence. “you didn’t… have- to buy- me…” you give in and kiss him back again. “seriously i… i don’t need all of these. they’re too much!“
“nonsense!” he will never tell you that he might’ve went overboard and had trouble going past the luggage weighing at the airport. “i was making all that money performing. what else am i supposed to do with it?”
“i don’t know…“ your breathing becomes labored as he gently pulls down the sleeve of your sweater to expose your shoulder and collarbone, replacing the warmth with the touch of his lips. “spend it on yourself?”
“in a way, i am, yes…”
you roll your eyes. “one of these days, i’ll finally get called a gold digger.”
“technically, aren’t i the one who digs the gold?” he chuckles. “but seriously, i think you work harder than me, so i won’t let that type of thing slide. no one better dare.”
“thanks for the gifts and the flowers,” you smile at him softly, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “why are you laughing?”
he presses his lips into a thin line, his dimples popping out.
“you totally got me some gold stuff, didn’t you?”
“yes…” he repeatedly nods in dramatic fashion. “yes, i did.”
“i’ll start unboxing!”
“hold on, i’ll get the camera!” he nearly knocks you over to the floor while he rushes to set up his phone on the table. “oh, why are you looking at houses?”
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