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scarletjvliae

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. — 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

summary. jungkook gets irritated, says something he doesn’t mean, and spends the next twenty minutes pretending he doesn’t care that you’re upset. unfortunately for him, he’s physically incapable of staying away from you for too long.

pairing. boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

content / warnings. arguing, fluff/comfort, pouty jk, lots of touching, soft domestic vibes, clingy jungkook agenda, no toxic behavior, no y/n, one forehead kiss that changes lives

w.c. 2.9k

a/n: GUYS I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO FORMAT IMAGESSSS anyways please enjoy and show this fic some lovee

“You’re not even listening to me.”

“I am listening.”

“No, Jungkook, you’re nodding and saying ‘mhm’ every five seconds.”

Another distracted “mhm” left him immediately after.

You stared at him in disbelief.

He sat cross-legged on the couch with his laptop balanced against one thigh, brows furrowed in concentration while editing something for work. The glow from the screen reflected against his face softly, highlighting the small pout sitting naturally on his lips.

Pretty.

Annoyingly pretty considering he was irritating you right now.

“See?” you snapped. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

That finally got his attention.

Jungkook blinked up at you slowly before pushing his headphones down around his neck.

“What?”

Your mouth fell open.

“You cannot be serious.”

“I literally asked what happened.”

“Because you haven’t heard a single thing I’ve said for the past ten minutes!”

He frowned immediately.

“I heard you.”

“Okay then,” you crossed your arms, “what was I talking about?”

Silence.

Jungkook’s eyes darted briefly away from yours.

“…your friend?”

You laughed once.

Not happily.

“Oh my god.”

“Baby—”

“No, it’s fine.”

That phrase again.

The one that never actually meant fine.

Jungkook sighed quietly, shutting his laptop halfway. “I’m working.”

“And I know that,” you replied frustratedly. “But you could at least pretend to care while I’m talking to you.”

“I do care.”

“Then act like it.”

The apartment went quiet after that.

Rain tapped softly against the windows. Your tea sat forgotten on the coffee table. Jungkook rubbed tiredly at his eyes before leaning back against the couch cushions.

Normally he would’ve reached for you already.

Normally the second your tone changed, his hands would find your waist automatically, pulling you between his legs until you softened.

Not this time.

“I’ve had the worst day,” he muttered, irritation slipping into his voice finally. “Can we not fight right now?”

Your frustration cracked immediately into hurt.

“I wasn’t trying to fight with you.”

“Well, it feels like it.”

The words came out sharper than he intended.

You could tell instantly by the way his expression changed afterwards.

But instead of apologizing, Jungkook only sighed again and dragged a hand through his hair tiredly.

And somehow that made it worse.

Because it felt dismissive.

Like your feelings were just another thing exhausting him tonight.

You grabbed your phone from beside you quickly before standing up from the couch.

“Forget it.”

Jungkook looked up immediately. “Where are you going?”

“To the bedroom.”

“Why?”

You blinked at him.

“Seriously?”

His jaw tightened slightly.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I committed a crime because I’m tired.”

Your chest tightened.

“I’m acting like my boyfriend ignored me all night.”

“I’m sitting right here.”

“Physically, yes.”

Wrong answer.

Jungkook’s expression hardened instantly, frustration flashing properly across his face now.

“You know what?” he muttered, pushing his laptop aside fully. “I don’t understand why everything has to become a whole thing.”

Your eyebrows lifted.

“A whole thing?”

“Yeah.” He stood up now too, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I said I’m tired. I’ve been working since this morning. I just wanted one quiet night.”

The implication stung immediately.

“Oh,” you laughed softly. “So talking to me is exhausting now?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what you meant.”

Jungkook groaned quietly in frustration, turning away for a second before looking back at you again.

“You’re twisting my words.”

“And you’re being mean.”

That stopped him.

Only for a second.

But still.

His expression faltered slightly before irritation covered it again.

“I’m not being mean.”

“You kinda are.”

Silence stretched between you both after that.

Heavy.

Not screaming-match heavy. Not relationship-ending heavy.

Just sad.

The kind of argument built from exhaustion and misunderstandings and two people loving each other while communicating terribly for twenty minutes straight.

You suddenly felt stupid for bringing anything up at all.

Jungkook looked tired. You looked emotional. Everything felt annoying now.

So instead of continuing the conversation, you shook your head once and stepped around the coffee table.

“Whatever,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna shower.”

You made it exactly three steps.

“Fine.”

The word came from behind you instantly.

Cold. Short. Irritated.

Your shoulders dropped.

You waited a second longer than necessary before continuing toward the hallway anyway.

One step.

Two.

Then—

“Seriously?”

You stopped walking again, annoyance flaring instantly.

“What now?”

Jungkook stood beside the couch with crossed arms now, watching you with a frustrated expression.

“You’re seriously just gonna walk away?”

You stared at him.

“You literally said fine.”

“Yeah because you keep doing this thing where you leave in the middle of conversations.”

“Because you’re being annoying!”

“And you’re dramatic!”

A shocked laugh escaped you immediately.

“Me?”

“Yes, you!”

“You started this!”

“No, you started this when you got mad over literally nothing.”

Your mouth fell open.

“Nothing?”

Jungkook ran both hands through his hair aggressively before exhaling hard through his nose.

“Okay, no, see— now I’m getting irritated again.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again.”

“You were already irritated!”

“I know!”

The silence afterwards almost felt ridiculous.

Both of you breathing hard. Both annoyed. Both stubborn.

Then suddenly Jungkook looked away first with a muttered curse under his breath.

Your anger softened immediately at the sight.

Because he looked less angry now and more… frustrated with himself.

His shoulders slumped slightly.

One hand rubbed across his mouth tiredly before falling back to his side.

You knew that look.

Jungkook got overwhelmed easily when emotions stacked too fast. Not angry-overwhelmed. Just mentally full. Like his thoughts all tangled together until he stopped knowing how to say things properly.

Still, you stayed quiet.

Letting him figure it out.

A few seconds passed before he finally sighed.

Then quietly—

“Come here.”

Your heart betrayed you instantly.

You hated how fast it melted whenever he said that.

Not demanding. Not cold anymore.

Just soft and tired and very very Jungkook.

You looked at him carefully. “You’re still annoyed.”

“I know.”

“That wasn’t an apology.”

“I know.”

“Jungkook.”

Another sigh left him before he uncrossed his arms finally and held one hand out toward you instead.

Large hands. Pretty veins. Silver rings catching warm apartment light.

“Baby,” he muttered quietly. “Please come here before I say something stupid again.”

God.

That did it.

You crossed the room trying not to look too affected by him, but the second you got close enough, Jungkook grabbed your waist immediately and pulled you against his chest with enough force to make you stumble into him.

“There,” he murmured.

Like he could breathe again now.

Your hands instinctively landed against his chest to steady yourself while his arms wrapped tightly around your middle.

Warm.

Always warm.

“You’re clingy,” you mumbled weakly.

“Mhm.”

“And irritating.”

“Mhm.”

“And kinda mean.”

At that, his grip tightened slightly.

“Okay,” he admitted against your hair. “Maybe a little mean.”

“A little?”

He huffed out a tiny laugh finally.

“You were annoying me.”

You pulled back enough to stare at him incredulously.

“Oh my god?”

“What?” he asked defensively, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly now. “You were.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you still came here.”

Unfortunately true.

Jungkook noticed your expression softening and instantly took advantage of it, nosing gently against your temple before hiding his face against your shoulder dramatically.

“I hate arguing with you,” he muttered.

“You literally started half of it.”

“I know.”

“You were in the wrong.”

Another quiet pause.

Then reluctantly—

“I know.”

Victory.

You tried not to smile too hard at finally hearing him admit it.

Jungkook noticed anyway.

“You’re feeling smug right now.”

“Because I won.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Excuse me?”

He finally looked at you properly again, expression softer now than it had been all night.

“You heard me.”

The tension between you dissolved completely after that.

Jungkook’s hands slid underneath the hem of your hoodie absentmindedly, warm palms flattening against your waist while he swayed both of you gently side to side.

Comfort habit.

One he did constantly without realizing.

“You hurt my feelings,” you admitted quietly after a minute.

His face dropped immediately.

Instant guilt.

“I know,” he whispered.

There it is.

Your Jungkook.

Not prideful enough to avoid accountability. Not toxic. Just a boy who got irritated and said things badly sometimes.

His thumbs rubbed slowly against your skin.

“I wasn’t trying to ignore you earlier,” he said softly. “My brain was just somewhere else.”

“You could’ve told me that.”

“Yeah.”

“You made me feel annoying.”

That one visibly hurt him.

His brows furrowed instantly before he leaned down slightly so your foreheads touched.

“You’re never annoying to me.”

Your chest squeezed painfully.

Even now, after arguing, his voice still sounded full of affection.

Like loving you came naturally even during ugly moments.

“I just get quiet when I’m stressed,” he admitted.

“I know.”

“And then you get upset because I get quiet.”

“Because I miss you.”

Something in his expression softened completely after that.

God.

He looked at you like you’d said something devastating.

Without another word, Jungkook lifted one hand to cup your cheek gently before kissing your forehead slowly.

One kiss.

Soft enough to feel like an apology.

“You have me,” he murmured quietly afterwards.

The sincerity in his voice made your eyes sting a little.

Even after arguments, he always came back to this.

To touch. To closeness. To you.

Like no amount of irritation could overpower his instinct to love you gently.

“You’re still sleeping in the bed tonight?” he asked after a moment.

You stared at him.

“Obviously?”

“Okay good.” He exhaled dramatically. “Because I was already planning how to convince you.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

Jungkook smiled instantly at the sound, dimples appearing properly now.

“There she is.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“But you love me.”

Unfortunately.

Very unfortunately.

jakeycakeys

enhablr is so dry chat pls tag me in any fics u see idgaf if they’re old or new PUH LEASEE i need stuff to read😭😭😭😭

bbmbaaby

SMAUs are my guilty pleasure (quick fun reads) but I do agree that we need to bring more fic writing back...

valid for that but i cannot stand them they are so boring and all follow the exact same story line everytime, especially recently it feels like less and less fics are actually written idk if its cus its exam season or people js cba anymore but i need it to end

cinnagreen

dearlyhyeon

i love predebut ryul so much. he’s so fine omgggggg.

lngshotty

⌗ kwon ohyul - say it like you mean it

summary; you’re upset he didn’t tell you he was leaving again, and he’s way too entertained by your reaction. every time you try to stay mad, he pulls you closer, jokes instead of defending himself properly, and somehow convinces you that being angry might not be your strongest position right now

warnings; argument, upset reader, ohyul not taking her seriously, kiss, petnames

wc; 1,7k - requested

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you slam the door harder than you meant to, mostly because you know he’s already home and you want him to hear it,

and he does.

“you’re back early,” he calls from the couch, voice calm, almost amused

you don’t answer,

you kick your shoes off instead, toss your bag down, and turn to him with that look already burning behind your eyes

“wow,” ohyul calls from the couch, voice light, “someone’s in a mood,”

he’s exactly where he was before; relaxed, stretched out like he’s got all the time in the world, like you’re not standing there about to explode..

that’s what sets you off first,

“don’t talk to me like that,” you snap immediately,

his brows lift slightly, “like what?”

“like i’m being dramatic,”

a pause..

then he hums, slow, “are you not being dramatic?”

you stare at him and he just smiles

that small, annoying, entertained smile that makes your blood heat instantly,

“don’t,” you start immediately, pointing at him like it’ll stop him from speaking, “don’t do that thing where you act like nothing’s wrong,”

his brows lift, “what thing?”

“that thing,” you snap, stepping closer, “you didn’t tell me you’re leaving. again. i had to find out from someone else, like i’m just- what, a fan? a stranger? what is this, ohyul?”

his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile

“you didn’t tell me,” you repeat, voice already rising

he leans his head back against the couch, still watching you like you’re a show he doesn’t want to pause,

“i was going to tell you,” he says casually, a small smile still lingering on his face

“when?” you shoot back, “after you were already gone? when i’m sitting here wondering why my boyfriend suddenly disappears like a ghost?”

“i don’t disappear like a ghost,” he says, completely unfazed

you scoff, “oh really? what would you call it then?”

“work,”

“don’t be smart with me right now, stop smiling,” you accuse, voice sharpening

“i’m not smiling,” he says, but he absolutely is, “i’m listening,”

“no, you’re not listening, you’re just sitting there like- like this is funny,”

his eyes drift over you in that slow, infuriating way, like he’s watching a performance he already knows the ending to,

and then, because he has absolutely no survival instincts, he says,

“you look really good when you’re mad,”

you pause,

then you get even angrier,

“are you serious,” you say slowly,

he shrugs, like actually shrugs

“i’m telling you something serious,” you say, louder now, “and you’re sitting here like it’s entertainment to you,”

“it is a little entertaining,” he admits

that does it

you step closer, “ohyul, i’m not joking, i found out you’re leaving the country from someone else, not you, someone else!”

his expression shifts slightly at that, just for a second

but then he ruins it immediately by leaning forward a bit, resting his elbows on his knees like he’s suddenly more interested,

“okay,” he says, “that part.. yeah, that’s fair,”

you blink, thrown off for half a second,

then he adds, softer but still smug,

“but you’re still really cute when you’re mad,”

you let out a frustrated sound, “oh my god, are you serious right now? i’m literally talking about you not telling me you’re leaving the country and you’re- what- admiring me?”

“no i’m listening too,” he says simply,

you scoff, pacing a step back, then forward again like your body can’t decide whether to fight him or leave,

“you’re actually impossible,”

you glare at him

he just tilts his head, still way too calm, still watching you,

“don’t do that,” you warn,

“do what?”

“that face,”

his mouth curves, “what face?”

“that smug, i-know-you’re-going-to-forgive-me face,”

he finally stands up then, slow, but still way too entertained, “i was going to apologize,”

“was?”

he steps closer, “i still am,”

you try to hold your ground, but he’s right there now, and it’s harder to be angry when he’s looking at you like that..

like you’re the only thing pulling him in

“you’re not actually that mad,” he says quietly, like he’s testing it

“i am,” you argue back

he takes a step closer, “you’re just hurt,”

your voice drops, “don’t psychoanalyze me right now,”

his eyes soften for half a second, then immediately ruin it by glancing down at your lips like he’s bored of the little self control he has when he’s around you

“i should’ve told you,” he admits, “i know, i’m sorry,”

you stare at him, still breathing hard,

“that’s it?” you ask, “that’s your apology?”

he smiles again, “no,”

and then, because he’s him, he reaches for you like it’s the most natural thing in the world

you immediately swat his hand away,

“don’t,” you warn,

he pauses, looking mildly amused again, “don’t what?”

“i was going to tell you,” he says, “i just.. kept putting it off, i didn’t want you to get upset,”

you let out a humorless laugh, “wow mission accomplished,”

“yeah,” he admits, a little sheepish now, but still annoyingly composed, “you’re pretty good at being upset,”

you finally look back at him, “don’t flirt your way out of this,”

“i’m not flirting,” he says, absolutely flirting, reaching out for your hand again

you yank your hand back, but he catches your wrist anyway, immediately pulling you closer instead of letting you escape the conversation like you usually do

“stop pulling me in,” you mutter,

“stop looking at me like that then,” he shoots back,

“like what?”

his eyes flick down to your lips for half a second before returning to your face, “like you want me to shut you up,”

you hate how close he is now

you hate more that he looks completely calm about it,

“you’re impossible,” you say, voice shaking more from frustration than anything else,

“you already said that,” he replies,

“yeah because you are,”

his hand finds your waist and you don’t move away,

“i’m sorry,” he says softly.

“i’m not done yet,”

“you’ve been talking for ten minutes,” he says

you glare at him

and he just smiles like he’s won something

“you’re enjoying this,” you scoff

“a little,” he admits

you shove his chest lightly, “you’re so annoying,”

he catches your wrist before you can pull away, but instead of stopping you, he just keeps it there between you

“yeah,” he says, voice lower now, “i’m sorry yn, i should’ve told you,”

you open your mouth to argue again-

and he leans in like he’s about to kiss you, but you turn your face away instantly

he laughs under his breath, like he expected it,

“are you gonna keep this up?” he murmurs,

“yes,” you say immediately

“liar,” he says again

his thumb brushes your wrist slowly,

you hate that it makes it harder to stay mad

“i’m actually going to kill you,” you mutter,

“you’re not,” he says calmly,

you hesitate,

because he’s still looking at you like that..

and you’re still mad..

but not mad in the way you were a few minutes ago,

“you’re still annoying,” you say finally,

he smiles, “i know,”

his hand slides to your waist anyway, like he already knows the answer, like he’s always known

he doesn’t rush you, just stays there, close enough that your anger has nowhere to go except into him

“you’re not making this better,” you whisper

“i’m not trying to,” he says honestly, then softer, “i’m trying to fix it,”

you finally look at him again

and this time you don’t move away when he leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips

it’s sweet and gentle, like he’s waiting for you to decide he’s forgiven,

when you don’t push him off, he deepens it just slightly, hand tightening at your waist like relief

when he pulls back, he’s still smiling

“you’re still mad,” he says,

you glare at him weakly, “don’t start,”

he brushes his thumb over your side, “i didn’t mean to upset you baby, i just didn’t know when to tell you,”

“you should’ve just told me immediately,”

“i know,” he sighs, “but-“

“no but,” you cut in, “there’s no ‘but’ to this,”

he only smiles, still that annoying, amusing little smile,

“can you stop smiling, i’m being dead serious,” you groan softly

“i’m sorry,” he chuckles, “what can i do to make it up to you?”

“you tell me,”

“we’ve got an hour until ryul comes back,” he says casually, like he’s talking about the weather, “so you can either keep complaining.. or we actually make use of the time,”

you blink,

“are you being for real right now?”

he looks entirely unbothered. “you’re the one standing this close to me after yelling for 10 minutes,”

your mouth opens,

then closes..

he leans in again, voice dropping just enough to make your thoughts short circuit, “you’re really hot when you’re mad, you know that?”

“oh my god,” you mutter, but you don’t move away

his grin widens, “yeah like that,”

“you’re not getting away with this so easily,” you scoff

“what?” he grins, “you’d rather have ryul here when we do it?”

“we’re not doing anything,” you say, glaring up at him

“say that again like you mean it,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist

“ohyul-“

“yn,”

“no,”

“yes,”

“you’re not getting away with this so easily,” you scoff, still glaring up at him

he pauses,

just for a second

then he exhales a quiet laugh, like he’s actually amused by you holding your ground,

“yeah?” he murmurs,

his hand stays at your waist, but he doesn’t pull you closer this time, just looks at you properly

“so,” he says softly, “go on then, what do i have to do?”

you blink, “that’s not-“

“answer the question,” he interrupts, but his tone is still teasing, not demanding

you shove his chest lightly again, “you have to listen,”

“i am,” he says, leaning in just enough that his voice drops again, “i just don’t think you’re actually mad anymore,”

you open your mouth-

then stop, because he’s right, and he knows it

you glare at him anyway, “you’re still not getting away with it easily,”

his grin returns, slower this time

“good,” he says. “didn’t want it easy,”

and when he kisses you again, it’s like a truce you didn’t formally agree to

but didn’t stop either..

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