🌷 Hi everyone! 💜
This is my very first fic, and it’s all thanks to @ttlaugh for giving me this adorable idea. 🥹🫶
I really hope you enjoy it! 💕
English isn’t my first language, and I’m still learning, so I do rely on a translator sometimes. I know it isn’t always perfect, so I apologize if the grammar sounds a little off here and there. 🥺
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have fun! 🐰💜✨
Lee!jungkook
Ler! Namjoon
“Three Seconds”
The living room was filled with laughter.
It had all started because Hoseok had found an old video from their debut-era practice days and decided to throw it on the TV.
The oversized clothes, the heavy eyeliner, the hairstyles, the expressions they used… none of them could’ve imagined back then just how big they were going to become.
“Look at that face!” Taehyung laughed.
“Wait, wait… rewind a little,” Jungkook said.
Hoseok did, backing the video up a few seconds.
On the screen, Namjoon was stopping rehearsal because no one would quit messing around.
“Again.”
Jungkook grinned and motioned for Hoseok to pause it.
“He still does the exact same thing.”
“What does he do?” Jimin asked.
“This.”
Jungkook got up from the couch and stood in front of everyone with his back to the door. He took a deep breath like he was about to give a serious speech, cleared his throat, and started pacing back and forth.
“Guys, enough. Guys, we need to rehearse… It’s not bad, but we can do better, guys.”
He paused at the exact same moment Namjoon had in the video.
“Jungkook, stop messing around.”
He finished the impression, and everyone burst into laughter.
That only encouraged the youngest to keep going.
“Let’s start over.”
It wasn’t just the voice—it was the tone, the little expressions, the way he walked. It was so ridiculously accurate that everyone was losing it.
“All I’m missing is the hair…”
Using both hands, Jungkook pushed his hair back the same way Namjoon used to wear it.
Then…
Silence
“What?” Jungkook frowned. “It’s not accurate?”
“Kookie…” Taehyung spoke carefully.
“But why? It’s funny.”
“Koo,” Jimin said again. “…Turn around.”
“Why?”
“My hair wasn’t that tall.”
A chill ran down Jungkook’s spine.
He slowly turned around with his eyes squeezed shut before opening them and offering the most innocent smile he could manage.
“Hyung…”
“Go on.”
Namjoon was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, wearing the calmest smile imaginable—which somehow only made Jungkook more nervous.
“…No thanks.”
“You sure? It was pretty funny.”
Jungkook laughed awkwardly.
“We were just having fun, hyung.”
“I noticed.”
Namjoon held up three fingers.
“I’ll give you three seconds to run, bunny.”
“…No… hyung…”
“One…”
Jungkook instinctively took a step back.
“Hyung, I’m not a kid anymore…”
“Two…”
His eyes went even wider.
“And—”
Jungkook bolted before Namjoon could even finish counting.
“Three!”
He was already laughing from anticipation as he sprinted down the hallway.
Unlike him, Namjoon followed at a leisurely pace, completely confident.
Jungkook ran to the only person he was sure would protect him.
Jin.
He burst into Jin’s room and slammed the door behind him.
His oldest hyung looked up from the laundry he was folding.
“What’d you do this time?”
“Shhh!”
Without waiting for a reply, Jungkook dove under the bed and curled up out of sight.
A few seconds later, Namjoon walked in.
“Have you seen Koo?”
“I don’t think so,” Jin answered.
Jungkook smiled to himself.
He’d actually gotten away with it.
…Or so he thought.
Without saying a word, Jin casually pointed underneath the bed.
Namjoon nodded in thanks, quietly shut the door as if he’d left…
Then suddenly grabbed Jungkook by the ankles and slid him right out from under the bed.
“Got you, bunny.”
“Jin!”
Jungkook gasped in betrayal.
“Thanks,” Namjoon said.
“No problem,” Jin replied.
“What do you mean, ‘no problem’?!”
Jin chuckled.
“I don’t like lying.”
“You don’t like protecting me either!”
“That too.”
Jungkook immediately tried to scramble away, refusing to accept his fate, but Namjoon caught him with ease and sat him down on the bed.
“Found you.”
“…It was a good impression, Nam!”
“It was,” Namjoon admitted.
“Then you shouldn’t punish me.”
“This isn’t punishment.”
“…Really?”
Hope lit up Jungkook’s face.
“No.”
“Jin!”
Without even looking up from the laundry, Jin answered calmly,
“Good luck.”
The next second, Namjoon lunged forward, making Jungkook burst into uncontrollable laughter that instantly filled the room.
“HYUNG! Hahahahaha, nohoho!”
“You always get away with everything. Not today.”
“HY-HY-HYUNG!”
Jungkook whined between laughs.
“Plehehease!”
Namjoon only smiled, continuing to tease him while ignoring his dramatic pleas.
“How many times do we have to do this before you start behaving?”
“N-Nohoho…”
“Tell me, Jungkook. How many?”
Jungkook’s face had turned bright red. He kicked his legs and squirmed all over the bed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
“You know…” Namjoon teased. “I’m starting to think you actually enjoy this. You keep finding ways to get my attention.”
Without warning, he switched to his ribs one by one.
The reaction was immediate.
His laughter doubled.
“N-Nohoho! That’s not truhuhue, hyung! Hahahaha!”
“Oh? Then maybe you just like being a brat.”
There was one spot that always completely melted Jungkook.
Right in the middle of his tummy.
Namjoon knew exactly where it was.
Whenever he needed the youngest to stop fooling around, that was always his target.
With one hand, he gently held both of Jungkook’s wrists above his head. Using just two fingers, he lightly teased that spot.
That was enough.
“HYHUHNG! PLEHEHEASE!”
“I can’t understand you, bunny. Use your words.”
“STOHOHOP! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Not there? Then maybe here?”
Keeping Jungkook’s hands pinned above his head, Namjoon quickly switched to one of his underarms.
“NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Apologize, then.”
“I’M SOHOHORRY! SOHOHORRYY!”
The apology came out immediately.
Satisfied, Namjoon finally stopped and let him go.
Jungkook instantly curled into a little ball, still giggling under his breath while trying to catch his breath.
“So… are you gonna stop making fun of me?”
“…No.”
Jungkook muttered once he could finally breathe again.
He sat up with flushed cheeks and hopelessly messy hair.
“I still haven’t done your driving impression.”
“One…”
…And it all started over again.
