TAKE A CHANCE ! — jeon jungkook (one).
Pairing: fem! management reader x idol! jeon jungkook.
Summary: Jungkook has been obnoxiously in love with you, so much that you and your friends have taken it as an inside joke for years, because you actually think he’s joking— he’s not—. So when you found yourself in a stupid situation where you need to find a fake boyfriend, Jungkook takes his chance.
Genre/Warning: fluff. eventually smut. crack/unfunny jokes. a little angst. fake dating trope; friends to lovers kinda shit. a lot of unfunny/dark/stupid dialogue and narration. 5-year-old jokes and a lot of bad references. jungkook is literally a loser in love. like he’s really down bad and a pathetic yearner. somebody give him a therapist and a coin for self-love pls. a lot of bts x reader messages and conversations. this is mostly for my entertainment. y/n is pretty mean sometimes but idc. pls bare with me. i wrote this in two weeks. for shit and giggles
chapters: intro; one; two; three; four; five; six; seven; eight; epilogue. | series masterlist.
word count: +11k words.
It had been a week.
A full week since that after-meeting lunch. Since the moment where you and Jungkook, very stupidly, agreed to pretend to date. The moment where you both, in your own way, made a terrible decision. And somehow— miraculously, really— nothing had exploded yet.
Mostly because you and Jungkook didn’t have time.
The tour was less than a month away, which meant the guys had been living in a blur of promotions, rehearsals, photoshoots, interviews, content filming, fittings, and whatever cursed TikTok trend management decided was essential for album rollout. You’ve seen him in passing. In hallways, practice rooms, a glimpse of his head disappearing into a van, but no real talking. No sitting down and addressing the insane thing you agreed to.
Which was probably for the best. You thought about it. Maybe, definitely for the best.
“Okay,” you nodded to the person on the other side of your face-time. “Thank you so much. You’re literally a lifesaver.”
The cafeteria was loud in the way only cafeterias are: trays clattering, chairs screeching, people talking over each other like it’s a competitive sport. It smelled like rice and fried things and something vaguely sweet you didn’t trust. You were sitting at one of the long tables near the windows, one leg up in the chair and your phone in hand.
You stabbed a piece of food and chew thoughtfully, finishing the call, when you realized the sound around you had… shifted.
It was subtle, but you’ve known them long enough to recognize it. A ripple, a tiny disturbance in the social ecosystem. Whispers, heads turning, a little less noise. You knew one of them had entered the room.
You don’t look up right away. You already knew who it was when someone dropped in front of you with just a bottle of water and a little snack. When you finally looked up, Jungkook was sitting there, looking unfairly put together for someone who probably hadn’t slept more than four hours a night. Full makeup, lips tinted in that annoying way that made him look unfairly out of reach. His hair was styled, not stage-styled but close, pushed back in a way that made him looked older, more mature. He was wearing a jacket you recognized as stylist-approved casual, rings on his fingers, sleeves pushed up slightly.
“Hi, pookie.” He said, brightening.
You sighed, already annoyed by his presence. “What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a boy eat?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re drinking water and pecans. That’s eating for you?.”
“I’m on a diet,” Jungkook shrugged.
“You’re never in the cafeteria.”
“Well… I missed my pookie.”
“Okay, first.” You raised your finger, Jungkook looked already entertained. “Don’t call me pet-names ever again. Second, you’re literally glowing. It’s sick, get away from me.”
He grinned wider. “Just finished a shoot. They powdered me within an inch of my life.”
“I noticed.”
“I survived,” he said bravely. Then he nodded at your phone. “Busy schedule too?.”
“Nah, I don’t answer to anything in my break.” You stabbed a piece of food, continuing eating. “I was talking with an Etsy witch.”
There was a silence. Jungkook blinked at you confused and a little worried. “I’m sorry?.”
“Yeah, she specializes in minor inconveniences,” you said calmly. “I asked for hair loss. She’s supposed to make Bogyum go bald.”
There was a beat where he just stared at you. “What?”
“She had five-star reviews,” you tried to explain.
Jungkook laughed then, full-bodied, leaning forward on his elbows. “You’re insane… and evil.”
“Selective evil. Won’t argue about the insane fact.”
“For how long?” he asked.
“I requested ‘within the next fiscal year,”
He shook his head, delighted. “Real question, and don’t think I’m complaining, but have you ever gone to therapy?”
You started arguing with him. Well, more like, you were cursing him and he was just giggling as if it was a joyful moment for him. But after some minutes the banter settled into something familiar, easy. The kind of rhythm you only get from knowing someone too long. And that’s when it hit you…
How the situation is… weird.
Not bad-weird. Just off. Like you’re wearing shoes on the wrong feet but you’re already outside so what’s the point of fixing it now.
You and Jungkook had been friends for years. Long enough that sitting together like that, joking over cafeteria food, felt instinctive, like muscle memory. But the context had shifted, warped slightly, like someone nudged the axis of your dynamic and didn’t tell either of you. And, for a moment, it felt like it was back for a second.
A year ago, things were simpler.
A year ago, Jungkook ruined it.
It was one of those nights— too much soju, too many people crammed into a small karaoke space, laughter loud and unchecked. You remember leaning against the counter, half-listening to a story someone was telling, when Jungkook stumbled into your personal space, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed and a microphone in his hand after singing a cheesy korean love song. “I love you,” he’d announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. The room went silent.
And then someone was laughing, and someone whistled. One of his members had immediately gone, “Oh my god, here we go again.” You’d laughed too when you understood the context, pushing him away gently when you realized he was doing a bit, too drunk. The next morning he had apologized saying he drank too much. He made fun of himself repeating the same bit. And the day after that it became a running joke that it made you cringe so much he continued doing it for the fun of it.
Apparently, Jungkook had a habit of confessing to people when he drank. Or at least his friends told you so. According to the guys, it was practically a tradition. No one took it seriously, so you didn’t. So when he leaned into it— flirting exaggeratedly, dropping fake-sincere comments, pretending to pine— it became a bit, an inside joke, something everyone expected from him after months of being annoying.
He kept it up for months.
Even when you started dating Bogyum.
Jungkook had still flirted with you then, too, but it was harmless, almost innocent. Everyone knew it was a joke, Bogyum knew it was a joke. He’d roll his eyes sometimes, smile indulgently, like yeah, that’s just Jungkook being Jungkook. Annoying.
And you believed it
After you and Bogyum broke up, though… Something shifted.
The bit didn’t stop, it escalated. And somewhere along the way, you stopped remembering what your normal friendship had looked like before all of that.
That’s why, when you were alone and there was a normal moment like that, or even when he had your back last week… it felt like you were seeing a glimpse of what your friendship used to be. It felt nice, and weird, weirdly good.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Jungkook asked, poking at your food.
You blinked, not realizing when he had grabbed your fork. “I’m not.”
“You are. You’re doing the thing.”
“What thing?”
“The dissociating one,” he said, cheerfully explaining. “Where your soul leaves your body and I’m left alone with the shell.”
You snorted despite yourself. “What the fuck does that mean?.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He played it off. “Let’s focus on the important here.”
“Which is?.”
He smiled, satisfied, as he took a bite. “We should talk about the whole… thing.”
You groaned, leaning back. “I was hoping you’d forget.”
“I could never forget anything related to you, babe.” He said immediately, you rolled your eyes. “You can’t ignore this. Is that your approach to most problems?.”
You nodded slightly. “Yes, look how far it has got me.”
Jungkook shook his head. “To a fake, soon to be real, boyfriend?”
“I’m going to stab you.”
“Well,” he ignored your comment, glancing around, lowering his voice slightly even though half the room was already pretending not to watch him. “We’ve been fake-dating for a week and haven’t discussed nothing about us.”
“We’ve also not actually done any dating,” you pointed out. “Which I consider a success.”
“Uhm,” he narrowed his eyes. “But your ex boyfriend’s new girl already told everyone we’re dating so people will notice eventually that we’re not actually together. Especially with the tour coming up.”
You sighed reluctantly. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
He perked up. “You know, if you don’t want to think too much about it you can just leave it all to me—”
“Let’s put some ground rules,” you interrupted.
Jungkook buffed, looking at you. “Fine. First of all, PDA—”
You immediately nodded, his eyes brightened. “No PDA.”
“What?!” he held up a finger. “Wait, okay. Define PDA first.”
“No kissing, no hugging. No… whatever you’re about to suggest”
“I wasn’t going to suggest anything,” he said offended.
“You were absolutely going to suggest something.”
“Okay, maybe.” Jungkook admitted. “But with reason. How do you want people to believe us if I can’t even hug you? I’ve hugged you many times as friends.” He remind you.
You knew he was right which made it so much worse for you to agree. You threw your head back, trying not to groan of frustration again. This was draining you already.
“Okay, fine. Subtle touching.”
“So kissing….”
You leaned on the table, looking at him in disbelief. “Do I have to remind you you’re and idol and this is our workplace? We’re not going to be making out in the hallways.”
“Okay,” he raised his hands in defeat before whispering: “So not kissing in the hallways, got it.” You glared at him. “Kidding,” he added quickly. “Mostly.”
You gave him with a look. “Let’s just keep it lowkey. We have reasons to. We can be touchy, but subtle. No… dramatics.”
He hummed thoughtfully. “Okay, okay. Lowkey. But when people are watching, we act like a couple.”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Emphasis on when people are watching.”
Jungkook smiled. And before you could say something, and without a warning, he moved quickly to sit next to you. Not in a dramatic move but quickly enough that you couldn’t protest much. Closer enough that his shoulder and his thigh were brushing yours. He leaned closer to you, shoulders facing you.
You looked at him, unimpressed. “What are you doing?”
“People are watching,” he murmured, obvious. “Act good.”
He grabbed your hand in his, sliding his finger smoothly over yours, very softy. You wrinkled your nose.
“You’re touching me.” You stared at him, deadpan. He was smiling. “Stop enjoying this.”
“Baby, this is my dream.”
Your eye twitched. “Unhook yourself.”
Jungkook snorted at your words. “You know, if you act like this no one is going to believe our act.”
“If you’d just stopped making it weird this would be more easy,” you argued.
“It’s not my fault my heart gets so happy around you, baby.” He whispered like a confession. A soft smile grew on his face when he saw your face expression. “Okay, okay. Don’t frown like that, pretty. I’ll try to not make it so weird.”
Jungkook let go of your hand. You looked around before sighing. You knew he was right. It wouldn’t work if you didn’t play the part too. So you tried to convinced yourself it would be easy. You just had to pretend for some time, nothing too crazy. Just a couple months, maybe in weeks people will forget about it and you could just pretended it was a very lowkey relationship.
Just a couple weeks more. Hopefully, just a couple weeks.
You moved slightly to watch him better. “Okay, just three simple rules. First rule: no kissing. Just subtle touch, no unnecessary touching. Second rule: no pet-names in private. I don’t care if it’s a bit, I will stab you to death. Third rule: let’s actually pretend it’s real. Like— we’re the best actors in the world when people are watching. If we’re going to do this then let’s act the shit out of it.” You moved your hand, offering it to him. “Ground rules. Let’s make it official.”
There was a short silence. Jungkook blinked at you before taking your hand, shaking it once. “Deal.”
“And, please, I’m literally begging you. Don’t make this weird,” you added.
Jungkook smirked. “God, now I love when you beg.”
“Jungkook—”
“Okay, okay, don’t get crazy.” He tilted his head, looking at you with conviction. “You’ll fall in love with me anyway.”
“I barely tolerate you right now.”
“Key word being right now.”
His grip lingered a fraction too long. You hated that he looked pleased about the situation. You let go first. And somewhere, very inconveniently, you realized he was going to be a problem.
—————
BTS SCHEDULE — (group chat)
You: Good morning, guys. I’m assuming your respective managers already gave you each the schedule for next week. Just a reminder to be on time for the Friday meeting since is the last one we’re having before the tour starts. We will be having a dinner party after the meeting to celebrate, that’s why we clean your schedules for the day. See you all Friday. Have a nice day!!
Namjoon: great!! we’ll be on time
Hoseok: 🥰🥰
Taehyung: 😎😎
Yoongi: someone is finally working
Jungkook: OF COURSE MY HARDWORKING GIRLFRIEND, ILL BE THERE AN HOUR EARLIER IF YOU WANT ME TO
You: just follow ur schedule
Jungkook: OKAY PRETTY GIRLFRIEND
You: fake* pretty girlfriend
Jungkook: currently fake* pretty girlfriend
Jimin: i can’t believe you’re actually doing that fake dating thing
You: i can’t believe you’re so chopped
Jimin: WHY ARE U COMING AT ME LIKE THAT WTF I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING NEGATIVE YET
Hoseok: real
Jimin: ??
Jin: can’t wait for the food after, i’m so hungry lately
Yoongi: you can literally order food or ask ur assistant to bring u some anytime u want???
Jin: you can literally mind ur own business???
You: LMAO
Yoongi: kys
Jungkook: can we have japanese food after the meeting? i’m feeling very oni-chan lately
Hoseok: what the hell is wrong with you
Taehyung: okay @ y/n how are u actually dating him?
You: fake* dating him
Jungkook: currently fake* dating him
Jimin: i just know this fake dating s gonna go so wrong
Jimin: you guys CANNOT act
Jungkook: i don’t have to act 😍
Jungkook: that’s my girlfriend ilove her VERY MUCH
You: fake girlfriend*
You: i’m literally viola davis do not joke with me lad
Hoseok: lad
You: anyway idc what u all think i just came to leave that info about friday bye
Jin: WAIT
Jin: i need to tell you something important
You: what
Jin: i saw you trip and fall this morning when u were flirting with that girl from hr
Jimin: LMAOOOO
Namjoon: that’s embarrassing
Taehyung: girl 😭
You: WHY WOULD YOU TEXT THIS IN THE GC
Jin: i thought it was funny
Jin: also your ex was passing by and he watched you and laughed with me
Yoongi: now that’s just sad
Jin: embarrassing as hell
Taehyung: 😭
You: fuck you i hope you and all your children and grandchildren die from a painful death
Yoongi: wow
Jimin: jesus christ
Namjoon: hello??
Jin: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
You: i have an etsy witch in my contacts don’t even joke with me rn mf
Jungkook: YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH SOMEONE ELAE?
Jungkook: OH GOD I CANT BREAHT AGAI
Hoseok: @ y/n ure becoming such a loser lately
You: im gonna kms in front of you
Yoongi: do it
Jungkook: I CANT HELPFUYS I CANT
Jungkook: IM WAITCHING DOTS I CANT SEE ANYMORE
Jungkook: YOURE MY HIRMFRIEND
You: Hirmfriend
Jungkook: EVERHONE WILL THINK YOURE CHEATING ON ME
You: fake* hirmfriend btw
Yoongi: and with a girl
Jungkook: OMG IM GONNA THROW UP OMG OMG
Yoongi: ??
Hoseok: wow
Jin: real
Jimin: uhm…
You: ok homphobic????
Jungkook: WAIT
Taehyung: wow jk didn’t know u were afraid of gay people
Jungkook: I MEANT THAT ILL TRHOW UP BECUASE YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH SOMEONE ELSE
Jungkook: NOT BECAUSE SHE WAS A WOMAN
Jungkook: I DONT CARE IF YOU LIKE GIRLS
Jungkook: Wait
Jungkook: i kinda do since i’m a man
Jungkook: BUT IDC IF YOU LIKE BOTH GENDERS I SWEAR
Jungkook: AND IM NOT AFRAID OF GAY PEOPLE
Jungkook: I SWEAR, IM NOT
Jungkook: IA M NOT
Hoseok: me when i’m afraid of gay people:
Namjoon: i think he might be
You: so he’s afraid of lesbians but not bisexuals?
Yoongi: crazy how the gayest people are the most homophobic
Jimin: like 😭
Jimin: everyone is gay now
Jimin: update ur program
Taehyung: even donald trump
Jin: ew
Yoongi: ew gay people or donald trump??
Hoseok: he can date jungkook
Jungkook: i don’t wanna date trump WTFF
Namjoon: homophobia
Jimin: enemies to lovers but make it bbl
You: you need a bbl
Jimin: IM ABOUT TO ACTUALLY BLOCK YOU
You: you need to get ur abbreviations RIGHT
You. it’s BL
Jimin: idgaf
You: exactly why you’re chopped, get ur plots right🗣️🗣️
You: enemies to lovers, +200k words, slow burn bl, soft angst, smut, slightly homophobia. madonna and jackson wang party appearance. pairing fuck boy! basketball player donald trump x rich ceo! homophobic jeon jungkook
Namjoon: you need mental help
Namjoon: ACTUAL mental help
Jimin: literally on the phone with 911
Jimin: what the fuck is ur problem
You: men always hating on women’s hobbies wow
You: we have misogynists and homophobes
You: bts disband when
Jungkook: IM NOT HOMOPHOBIC I DONT WANNA DATE TRUMP ANS I DONT LIKE BOYS
Jungkook: I SWEAR I DONT
Yoongi: crazy sentence btw
Taehyung: i HOPE you don’t like boys cuz ure hitting 30 😭
Taehyung: date people of your own age u SICK FUCK
Jungkook: U GUYS ARE TWISTING MY WORDS
Hoseok: twister
Jimin: it’s okay
Jimin: i mean the gay part not the dating boys
Jimin: that’s sick and twisted
Jimin: but gay rights!!! that’s coool yayyy
Yoongi: live your truth!!
Yoongi; the gay truth
Jin: wow jk’s gay fr?
Jin: praying for a quick recovery
Yoongi: ?????
Jungkook: I AM NOT GAY
Jungkook: I LIKE GIRLS
Jungkook: IM AORRY BUT I WAS BORN LIKE THIS
Hoseok: do not use those words for ur homophobia agenda
Hoseok: lady gaga did NOT die for this
Yoongi: she’s not dead
Namjoon: i’m a born singer
You: jungkook hates lesbians
Jungkook: I DONT
Jungkook: I DO NOT HATE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM
Jungkook: I LOVE LESBIANS
Jungkook: I LOVE LESBIANS SO MUCH IS CRAZY
Jungkook: I LOVE LESBIANS SO SO MUCH I SWEAR
Hoseok: okay is he fetishizing lesbians or he trying to do some weird conversion therapy shit?
You: the jimin fetishization is crazy guys
Jimin: ??
You: is not ur fault to be a hot lesbian baby ❤️
Jungkook: i’m going to kill myself
Yoongi: do it
Taehyung: i love lesbians too dw
Jimin: this is insane btw
Hoseok: are u a lesbian hater too?
Yoongi: again, always the gayest people being gay haters
Jimin: ????
Jungkook: I AM NOT GAY
You: yeah right
You: tell that to all the rainbow activities u do with jimin on a daily basis
Namjoon: real
Taehyung: LMAO
Jimin: okay homophobe much??? do u not have close friends?
You: i have close friends im just not gay
Hoseok: u were literally flirting with a girl btw
Jin: and failed
Jin: it was really embarrassing
Taehyung: u guys having sex would’ve be less gay than whatever ays2 was
Yoongi: agree
Namjoon: real
Hoseok: homotron 59 and 60
You: LMAO
Jungkook: I AM NOT GAY
Jungkook: I ONLY LOVE MY BEautiful GIRLFRIEND
You: lavender marriage 💜
Taehyung: borahaee
Jimin: okay the homophobia in this chat is crazy
Namjoon: we support gay rights??
Yoongi: was that a question?
Jin: i didn’t know you speak french joon
Taehyung: except jk
Taehyung: he hates lesbians
You: he hates jimin 😓
Jimin: ure pissing me off
You: chin up king
You: we love lesbians (you) here!! (not jk included)
Jimin: can u remind me your ethnicity so i can call u a slur
Jin: that’s crazy
Hoseok: HELLOOOO??
Namjoon: hey jimin so that’s actually an insane thing to say!!!
Yoongi: bye
Jungkook: wait
Jungkook: marriage…
Jungkook: ARE WE GETTING MARRIED????
Jungkook: I ACCEPT
You: bye
Jungkook: GUYS WERE GONNA FET MARRIED???
—————
Big group meetings were, without exaggeration, a personal attack.
Not because they’re difficult— if anything, they’re the one space where you feel competent, in control, respected— but because they demand restraint. They required you to speak calmly while your brain was running twelve parallel tracks, one of which was constantly asking how illegal would it be if I snapped right now. You have perfected the art of professionalism through sheer spite… and also the ability to not strangle anyone who interrupted you.
The conference room was full. Laptops open, coffee cups everywhere, cables tangled like everyone just gave up at the same time. The boys were scattered across one side of the table, managers and assistants on the other, stylists hovering near the back like they were ready to escape if needed. There was that familiar low hum of people who didn’t want to be there but knew they had to be.
You stood at the front, tablet tucked under your arm, posture straight. You look collected. You look like someone who slept eight hours a night and drank green juice that morning. You absolutely do not looked like someone who had been in that room for almost eight hours talking and talking without any pause.
“Alright,” you said, clapping once, sharp enough that a few heads snapped up. “Let’s finish this once for all before I change my mind and cancel tour entirely.”
That earned you a couple of laughs. Namjoon nodded approvingly. Jungkook, already leaning back in his chair like he was watching a show, grinned. You wanted to punch every one of them. They looked tired, even if they had arrived only two hours ago just to hear their schedule and not the entire thing that took you five hours because you went through every section. You couldn’t blame them anyway, they didn’t to know what makeup brand was used or what driver truck was going to be in the America tour. It wasn’t their job.
“This is the last full-group meeting before tour next week,” you continued, tapping your tablet so the screen behind you lighted up with dates and cities. “Which means three things. One: respective managers should have the monthly schedules for each boy. Two: if something goes wrong after today, I will say I told you so. Three: I expect basic survival instincts from all of you.”
Everyone agreed.
You gestured at the timeline. “Goyang is first, which makes everything easier since we don’t have to leave the country. Still, punctuality is very important. That means no disappearing acts, no ‘I thought call time was flexible,’ no spontaneous adventures.” Taehyung raised his hand. You didn’t even look at him. “No.” He laughed anyway. “If any of you are late and miss a call time,” you added, eyes sweeping the room, “I will personally hunt you down.” Jungkook raised his hand, immediately. “Yes,” you said flatly. “What, Jungkook.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Depends on how annoying you are.”
He smiled like that was the best answer he could’ve hoped for.
You moved on, refusing to acknowledge him further. “Last comments you should know. Outfits are coordinated per city. Stylists will brief you individually. If you hate something, complain to them quietly, not on camera, not to me. I’m not your stylist or your personal manager.” Your eyes flickered to Taehyung again. He pressed a hand to his chest, wounded. “Meals are scheduled,” you continued, already anticipating it. “Yes, Jin, you are allowed to eat outside of them.” Jin opened his mouth, you hold up a finger. “No, that does not mean every ten minutes. You have a diet, consult with your doctor. Again, I’m not your doctor, talk with the right personal.”
The room laughed. Jin looked betrayed. Yoongi muttered something about job requirements.
You flipped to the final slide. “Next week marks the official start of tour. To celebrate, we’re doing a team dinner tonight. No work talk, no press or tasks. Just food, alcohol and time so you can prepare yourself mentally for not being able to be close to your family for the next year.”
That finally woke everyone up.
“Restaurant details are in the tour group chat,” you finished. “You have three hours so be there on time.”
Applause broke out. Chairs scrape loudly against the floor. The energy shifted immediately, people talking over each other about outfits, reservations, drinks. The people already arguing about food like it was a national crisis.
You step back, letting it wash over you, exhaling and stretching for the first time in what feels like hours.
The room emptied in waves. First the assistants, murmuring to each other as they packed up laptops and notebooks, already halfway into drinking plans. Then the managers, phones out, schedules in hand, walking with purpose like they were late to something more important. Then the boys stayed a second longer to discuss something you didn’t pay attention before they got the hint. They left, loud and chaotic, arguing about food before they’ve even left the room.
Jin complained about hunger. Yoongi told him to shut up. Taehyung was already talking about outfits. Jimin said something you didn’t catch but that made Namjoon snort loudly.
They funnel toward the door in a mess of voices and movement, chairs scraping, footsteps echoing, laughter bouncing off the walls. The noise slowly faded down the hallway, replaced by that weird, hollow quiet that only existed after a room had been very full and suddenly isn’t.
You exhaled proudly and very exhausted.
You hadn’t realized how tense your shoulders were until they dropped all at once. You reached for your tablet, sliding it into your bag, already mentally moving on to the million other things you had to do before dinner. Change clothes, answer some emails, maybe take a shower and cry, mentally prepare yourself to exist in the same space as Tsuki and Bogyum without committing homicide…
You were packing up your things when you realized the noise hadn’t dropped completely. You looked up.
Jungkook was still there. Of course he was.
He hadn’t moved from his chair. He actually looked comfortable. One arm slung over the backrest, legs crossed out like he was waiting for someone. For you. His jacket’s already on, hair still styled from whatever shoot he came from, makeup flawless in that unfair way that made you irrationally annoyed.
“Why are you still here?” You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you have somewhere to be annoying before dinner?”
He stood up slowly, stretching his arms over his head. “I wanted to walk you out.”
“You don’t do that.”
“I didn’t do that. Boyfriend Jungkook does.” He grinned, showing you his bunny smile.
“Nobody is here anymore,” you pointed out.
“Babe, why are you so difficult?” He shook his head. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the rest-room before we head to dinner together like the real relationship we are.”
You slung your bag over your shoulder, ignoring his intense personality. “I’m not going to dinner.”
That made him pause.
“What,” he said, like you’ve just told him the sky is green.
“I said I’m not going.”
“You’re joking.”
“No, I’m dead serious.”
“Why?,” he frowned confused.
You don’t even hesitate. “Because Tsuki and Bogyum will be there.
Jungkook stared at you for a second, processing, then shrugged. “Okay. And?”
Your eye twitched. He really couldn’t be that stupid. “And I don’t want to see them.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“It’s an excellent reason.”
“You can’t just skip,” he said, stepping closer to you. “It’s a team thing.”
“Watch me.”
“You literally organized the dinner.”
“That’s why I can decide to not go.”
Jungkook stepped in front of you, his hands dropping in your shoulder, expression annoyingly calm. “You’re being dramatic. I will be there, we can play our part.”
You shook your head. “I will black out.”
“From food?”
“From rage.”
He grinned. “You’ll survive.”
“I will not. I’m serious, I’ll commit a felony.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Name one felony you can commit at dinner.”
“A hate crime, assault, murder…”
“Hot.” He smiled and you stepped on his shoe. “Ouch!”
You dragged a hand down your face. “I do not have the emotional bandwidth to be normal around them.”
“You don’t have to be normal,” he said.
“I will explode.”
“That could be fun.”
You grabbed the front of his hoodie before you even realized you were moving, yanking him forward until his face was way too close to yours. “Don’t encourage me.”
His eyes lit up like you’ve just handed him a gift. “Babe, I’ll always support your rights and wrongs.” Your hands travelled to his throat to choke him. Jungkook squeezed your shoulders when you started putting some pressure. “Babe— Babe, you’re literally choking me right now,” he said, not really nervous but delighted.
“Good.”
Your fingers tightened, not actually cutting off his air but definitely making a point. He didn’t try to stop you, just pushing you slightly like he was pretending to. He didn’t even flinch at your crazy gaze, just looked at you like this is his favorite genre of interaction.
“I knew skipping breakfast was a bad idea,” he added thoughtfully, like he knew you didn’t eat that morning. “You’re getting violent. We should have breakfast together from now on. Just so you don’t skip it, of course.”
“I had breakfast. And I’ve always been violent.”
“True… and you’re so hot for that.”
You were about to say something else, a threat, maybe a curse, when the door opened.
“Hey, I was— Oh. Sorry.”
You froze. Everything stopped for a second too long. Your brain short-circuited so hard you almost feel the static.
Bogyum stood in the doorway, phone in hand, looking mildly confused and extremely unfortunate. His eyes flicked from your hand gripping Jungkook’s hoodie, up to your face, then to Jungkook’s smile.
Time stretched, your brain went white.
You let go instantly and pivot, arms sliding around Jungkook’s shoulders in what could only loosely be described as a hug. Jungkook didn’t lose time, reacting without hesitation. One second he was being strangled, the next his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close like it was muscle memory. Like he had been waiting for an excuse. His hand settling warm and solid at your lower back.
“Hey,” Jungkook said cheerfully. “What’s up?”
You resist the urge to stab him with your elbow.
Bogyum cleared his throat, staring for half a second too long. “I, um, I forgot my charger.”
“Rough,” Jungkook said sympathetically. “Hate when that happens.”
You looked at him confused, he shrugged while the other boy grabbed his charger.
There was a pause.
Bogyum’s gaze lingered again, too long. On the way Jungkook’s holding you. On how close you were. On how you were very clearly not murdering each other anymore.
“So,” he said finally, forcing casual, eyes flickering between you and Jungkook. “Are you guys… coming to dinner?”
“Yes,” Jungkook answered instantly. “After our date.”
Your mouth opened as a reflex to denied the statement, you closed it quickly. Your brain working overtime, that had been such a fast and good idea. You finally wanted to high five the man that was hugging you very inappropriate.
“Yes,” you said, nodding enthusiastically. “After our date.”
The words registered a second later. You felt Jungkook tense slightly, not in shock but in amusement.
Bogyum nodded slowly. “Right. A date, that’s cool. Well, I see you guys there.”
You stilled a little confused about his dry tone. The door shut a second later.
You dropped your arms immediately, stepping back. “That was so good!”
Jungkook looked at you, eyes bright. “Yeah?”
“We nailed that!,” you nodded.
“We really did,” he beamed.
“I’m actually proud of us. We sold it.”
“Five starts.”
“I think he bought it,” you said enthusiastically.
“He absolutely bought it.”
You grinned despite yourself. “We’re geniuses.”
Jungkook nodded solemnly. “Truly.” A beat passed.“So,” he said. “Now we need to have a date.”
“No, we don’t.” You were already walking to the door. He was quick to follow you.
“Yes, we do.” Jungkook stopped you before you could leave the room. “If we don’t everyone will know we don’t have a date and we’re… fake dating.” He whispered the last two words like it was a slur.
You looked at him with boredom. “Are you stupid?”
“Come one,” he whined.
“No one will know because no one knows we are having a date.” You argued. “Just pick me up for the dinner. Now thanks to you I have to go.”
“I will know we didn’t have a date,” he pointed at himself.
“Do you have like a brain problem or something?.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes before grabbing your shoulders. “Come on, at least let’s hang out.”
You groaned, tilting your head back. “You’re unbearable.” When you looked at him again he was smiling, soft and confident and deeply annoying. “We can’t hang out outside, we haven’t reserved anything. And as much as I love working here, I don’t want my private information out because people saw me outside with you. Even if it’s work related. I won’t risk getting my instagram filled with death threats about how I’m stealing someones parasocial man.”
There was a second of silence. Jungkook pressed his lips together in a thoughtful manner before looking at you again, squeezing your shoulders with confidence.
“I have an idea—”
“Jungkook,” you groaned.
“Trust me,” he said. This time softer, a little pleading. “Just trust me.”
You were already regretting it.
—————
Jungkook called it a date the entire drive. The second you stepped inside his car, keys jingling in his hand, jacket zipped up like he was about to commit a crime, he said it. You corrected him every single time on the way. Even if it was a short drive, you could feel yourself aging so fast for the stress he was causing you.
“It’s not a date,” you said again, arms crossed, staring out the passenger window like if you look directly at him for more than three seconds he’ll start saying vows or something.
“It’s a pre-dinner date,” Jungkook said easily, one hand on the wheel, the other gesturing like he was explaining something very reasonable to a toddler. “Low-pressure, very casual.”
“Still not a date.” you snapped. “It’s killing time.”
“Killing time… together,” he repeated, glancing at you with that stupid grin. “Alone, before dinner.”
“Killing time.”
“Romantically.”
“No.”
“Intimately.”
“Absolutely not.”
“A date.”
You groaned so loudly it echoed in the car. “I hate you.”
“That’s crazy,” he said. “You’re literally in my car right now.”
“Against my will.”
“It was by choice.”
“You coerced me.”
“You agreed.”
“I was emotionally compromised.”
He laughed. “That’s my favorite version of you.”
You shoot him a look. “That’s concerning.”
“I like all the versions of my girlfriend.” He shrugged. “Sorry that I’m a lover boy.”
“Fake girlfriend,” you corrected him. “And don’t say that ever again.”
“Lover boy.”
You contemplated opening the door while he’ was stopped at a red light, just to prove a point. You didn’t do it because, unfortunately, you enjoyed being alive and also because the light turned green and he accelerated like he was fleeing a crime scene.
His place everything that you expected, which annoyed you. It was weirdly boyish, LED lights, protein powder, a gaming chair that screamed virginity and so disgustingly dark. The only thing saving it was that some places felt lived in, comfortable. There were shoes kicked near the door, a hoodie draped over the back of the couch, a guitar against the wall like it belonged there, even plants that were somehow not dead.
You hated that too.
“Why are you looking around like that?,” he asked, kicking his shoes off.
You looked around before settling your gaze on him. “Why do you have everything painted black?”
“It’s my aesthetic.”
“Your aesthetic is giving bad boy from a bad wattpad book. Get a damn window or something.”
Jungkook, instead of taking it as an offensive comment— like anyone else would— smiled at you enamoured. “If my girlfriend wants that then I’ll do it.”
You blinked at him. “Never mind. You do you.”
“Of course not!.” He shook his head dramatically. “We have to come to an aesthetic agreement so when we move together—”
“I’m leaving,” you turned around.
Jungkook grabbed your wrist, stopping you quickly. “Okay, okay. We’ll talk about that in the future when we’re happily in love. Come one now. Let’s go the roof.”
You frowned confused. “Roof?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
You followed him up a narrow staircase that opened into a door you didn’t even realize was there, and then suddenly you were outside. The city spread out in front of you like a living thing, buildings stacked against each other, lights flickering on as the sky slipped into afternoon. There was a soft breeze, the air smelled like summer and concrete.
“Wow,” you muttered, quiet despite yourself.
He watches your reaction with a small, satisfied smile. “Told you.”
“You didn’t tell me anything.”
“Implied.”
“Implied shit,” you uttered. “You do have a nice view though.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Wait here.” he said, already turning back inside.
You didn’t say anything. You only stepped closer to the edge, careful but curious, resting your hands on the wall that hold you to not fall into the ground. The city looked different from up there. Nothing like the company, very much homey and quieter. It was beautiful.
Jungkook was gone longer than you expected. Long enough for the breeze to picked up, for you to wrap your arms around yourself, for the city noise to settle into something almost soothing. That was nice, comfortable. You liked the neighbourhood and the quietness that came with it. You wondered how many times Jungkook had actually stayed in that house for longer than a week.
When Jungkook came back, he was loaded down like he was moving in. Blankets draped over one arm, a tote bag slung over his shoulder, snacks threatening to spill out, and some objects in another bag that he was stupidly holding into his other arm.
You stared, helping him putting a bag down. “…What is all this?”
“Our date.”
“Stop calling it that.”
“Our romantically hangout,” he corrected, entirely too pleased with himself.
He set everything down carefully, spreading the blankets out on the ground like he had done it before. Like it was a thing. You watched him reluctantly, watching him arranged the paints, the brushes and else.
“Are those canvases?” you asked.
“Maybe.”
“And paint?”
“Possibly.”
“You planned this?.”
“I planned a date,” he said quickly.
You squinted. “It’s just a hangout.”
“We can call it whatever you want.”
You ignored his comment and dropped onto the ground anyway, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. He spread another blanket beside you, sitting close enough that your shoulders almost touched but not quite. It was deliberate. You clocked it immediately but didn’t comment on it. You just didn’t feel like continue the barking.
He handed you a canvas and paint like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You said you liked to paint.”
“You remembered,” you muttered, it sounded more like a question than a statement.
“Of course I did.”
You hesitated. “I didn’t tell you recently.”
“You don’t have to,” he said simply. “You always are drawing doodles and painting with your pen when you’re stressed.”
You looked away, feeling nothing like an extroverted and unashamed woman. He smiled at you, softer than usual, and for a moment he didn’t say anything else. Just opened his own canvas, squeezed paint onto a palette and settled in.
You painted. Not seriously, not with intention. Just color and movement and whatever feels right. He hummed under his breath while he worked, something low and familiar, and it pulled at something in your chest you didn’t want to examine too closely.
You missed that quietness, that complicity.
You were sitting side by side, blankets pulled up to your waists, canvases propped against your knees. Jungkook was cross-legged, hunched slightly forward, tongue poking against his cheek in concentration. You were sprawled, one leg bent, one stretched out, brush tapping idly against the rim of your paint cup.
For a while, neither of you said anything.
“So,” he broke the silence, too casual. “Tour.”
You hummed. “Tour.”
“That’s all I get?”
“What do you want, a PowerPoint? I talked about that for eight hours.” You remind him. “If you want a presentation I’ll send you the file.”
“I want you to say something ominous so I can spiral.”
You glanced at him. “You’re already spiraling. You spiraled when you called me five times to know if you should be earlier to the meeting.”
“Maybe I should have,” he pointed out.
“You didn’t. You don’t need to know which light is better or what’s the name of the manager from the Peru work place stadium.”
“Okay, but it’s was a valid concern.” Jungkook tried to defend himself. “What if I need to fix a light because someone couldn’t make it or I have to talk to that manager because I have a requirement.”
You snorted. “You won’t, I’ll handle it. You are going to be fine.”
He shrugged, adding another careless streak of color to his canvas. “I always am. Doesn’t mean I feel fine.”
That made you pause. You tilted your head slightly, watching him instead of your painting now. “What part’s getting to you?”
Jungkook took a moment to think. You could tell because he stopped pretending to paint.
“Being… on,” he admitted finally. “All the time. Cameras, fans, the team, the expectations. It’s like—” He gestured vaguely. “The album was well received and I love getting on stage but I swear I haven’t stopped working since I stepped outside the military. I don’t even get to be tired properly. I feel like I’m performing all the time.”
“You’re allowed to be tired,” you said immediately.
He laughed, short. “Yeah. In theory.”
You went quiet again. Then softly added: “Look, I know you like doing the bits and all but… you don’t have to perform with me.”
“I know,” he said, his voice quieter. “That’s why this is… nice.”
You swallowed. You didn’t comment on that. Instead, you dipped your brush back into the paint. There was a small silence before you decided to talk.
“I’m more worried about my mom,” you said, like it was an afterthought.
That got his attention. “Yeah?”
“She keeps pretending she’s fine with it,” you continued. “Like, ‘Oh, it’s only a few months again,’ and then she’ll text me at three a.m. like I’m being deployed to war.”
He smiled. “She’s gonna miss you.”
“I know.” You sighed. “I will too. I hate leaving when things feel… unfinished.”
He didn’t ask what you meant. That was one of the things you’ve always appreciated about him, he never pushed you to say something you didn’t want.
“Hey,” he said instead. “At least that one makeup stylist won’t be there.”
You groaned instantly. “Oh my god, don’t remind me.”
“She asked me if I moisturize with dish soap.”
“You do have dry skin.”
“That’s not the point!,” he exclaimed offended.
You laughed, shaking your head. “She told me my under-eyes ‘tell a story.’ Like— what story? That I’m overworked and underpaid?”
“You’re not underpaid.”
“Okay, true. But I am overworked.”
Jungkook grinned. “It’s a very compelling narrative.”
“She also said your jawline was ‘too distracting for wide shots.’”
He scoffed. “That’s just straight up jealousy.”
“Obviously.”
You both fell into easy laughter, the kind that didn’t feel forced or sharp. It faded naturally, leaving something comfortable behind.
After a moment, he asked you, quieter, “You okay with being gone that long?”
You thought about it honestly. “I always am.”
“That’s not an answer.”
You sighed. “I used to love it. Visiting new places, working with new people. Now it just feels like… a job. I feel like I don’t have time to actually enjoy the places I’m going to, you know? And that makes being away feel… loose.”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I get that.”
You looked at him for a second. It felt nice talking with Jungkook like that.
You glanced at his canvas. “What are you even painting?”
“Huh?,” he looked down at it like he was surprised it exists. “I don’t know. Vibes.”
“It looks like a storm.”
“Wow,” he tilted his head. “Thanks.”
“No, I mean it in a good way,” you said quickly. “Why am I even complimenting you? Everything you do is perfect.”
Jungkook’s face brightened up, his eyes sparkling like starts. You groaned, realizing what you just said and what he was going to do. “You think everything I do is perfect?” he pouted. “That’s the best thing you have ever said to me. Oh my god, you’re already falling in love with me.”
You rolled your eyes. “I would eat shit before I fall in love with you.”
“You’re so romantic, baby. Would you eat shit for me?.”
You bumped his knee lightly with yours. “Don’t make me punch you in the face before your tour.”
Jungkook giggled, but finally decided not to say anything else. Maybe sensing that you weren’t actually joking.
There was another stretch of silence. The city hummed below you. Somewhere far away, a siren wailed and then faded. The silence wasn’t awkward. It stretched comfortably, punctuated by the city below and the fainted clink of paintbrushes. You looked at him for a second too long. Jungkook noticed and found your gaze.
“What?,” he said eventually.
“Nothing,” you played with your brush.
“What?,” he asked again. “Come on, tell me.”
You rolled your eyes. “I missed this,” you admitted before you can stop yourself.
He froze for a second. Barely noticeable if you weren’t looking directly at him.
“This?” he asked carefully.
“This,” you repeated, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “You being… normal.”
Jungkook went silent for a second, like he was analyzing something about your comment. “I can try.”
You snorted. “Try what?.”
“Not doing the—” He made a vague spiraling motion with his finger. “what you think is— a bit. At least for a while. You know, not being so insane.”
You glanced at him. “You? Not being insane? That’s a big promise.”
He shrugged exaggerated. “For you? I could attempt self-restraint and kill someone if you want me to, baby.”
You laughed despite yourself. It slipped out before you could stop it, a real laughter, not the sharp, defensive kind. His head snapped toward you like he had been waiting for that exact sound the whole day. You saw it in his eyes, the bit coming back.
“Shut up.”
“See? You loved it.” He leaned closer, invading your space just enough to be annoying. “And the date is going so well.”
“It’s not a date,” you said automatically, but it didn’t have the same bite as before.
He grinned, triumphant. “You laughed.”
“I laugh at babies crying, it really means nothing.”
He gasped “You’re sick. I love that so much about you, honey.”
You groaned, leaning your head back dramatically. “You were doing SO good.”
He laughed then, full and unrestrained, and for the first time in a long time, it didn’t make you want to push him away. It just made you smile. You didn’t even realized he had broken the second rule already. Not even a week after.
—————
BTS TOUR SCHEDULE — (group chat).
Jimin: where tf are you
Jimin: @ y/n @ jungkook
Jimin: hobi said you were coming
You: awe you miss me?
Jimin: no, i just wanna see you act pathetic in front of your ex bf
You: run into fucking traffic and fucking die
Yoongi: jesus christ
You: catholic much?
You: that bitch doesn’t exist bc if God was actually real she would have mercy on me
Taehyung: damnnn you’re about to get cancer
Taehyung: canceled
Taehyung: cancelled
Hoseok: taking ss in case i have to show proof for that twitter thread
You: cancer
Jungkook: WHY WOULD YOU WANT HER TO GET VANCER
Jungkook: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
Jungkook: SQUARE UP @ taehyung
Yoongi: god if you’re reading this pls take her
Yoongi: she clearly wants to go with you
You: well if she exist she clearly doesn’t know what she’s doing
You: and she clearly has a problem with me because wth is she doing putting my ex and my work bff together
Jungkook: YOU TOO YOONGI?
Jungkook: WHY WOULD U WANT SOMEONE TO HAVE CANCER???
Taehyung: ???
You: can’t believe god is my opp fr
You: should i become a rapper?
Namjoon: she?
You: you think God is a man? 💀💀💀
You: have u listened to the word of her children?? ariana grande??
Yoongi; you’re literally clinically insane
Yoongi: pls get help
Jin: go see a therapist
Yoongi: or a fucking priest idc you can chose
You: wow, you clearly want women silent and being held on prison
Yoongi: ?!???
Yoongi: wtf is wrong with you
You: just took a ss of it, sending it to @/yoongiflops on twitter
Yoongi: it’s called X now
You: who?
Yoongi: Twitter is called X now
You: no, who fucking asked you dumb bitch 💀💀
Yoongi: i’m gonna fire her
Jungkook: YOONGO I SAID SQUARE UP
Jungkook: nobody wishes cancer to my girl
Jimin: yoongo
Taehyung: wth is wrong with him
You: fight fight fight
Yoongi: im gonna fight u
You: yeah ok yoongo 💀💀
Hoseok: okay if u continue using those emojis im literally going to choke you
You: what makes u think i wouldn’t like that?
Jin: word
Jungkook: she a freak 😍
You: don’t address me ever again
Jimin: you’re disgusting
Taehyung: wow u and jk are perfect
Jin: word
Jungkook: what i been saying
Jungkook: ure forgiven 😍
You: ew
Taehyung: is insane how you outmatched his freak alone
Taehyung: like, i’m glad u don’t like him bc if u did and u actually paid attention to him this chat would be fucking insane
Jungkook: ???
You: hes literally a disgusting freak, why are u putting us together
Jungkook: when she calls you a disgusting freak 😍😍
Jungkook: i loveu so much baby
Jungkook: creamed
Jin: wtf is wrong with you
Taehyung: i’m throwing up rn
You: yummy
Taehyung: SEE?????
You: IT WAS A JOKE
You: and they say men have jokes 💀💀 can’t even get one
Jimin: btw hes literally just a freak when you are in present
Hoseok: real he’s a shy puppy outside
Jungkook: woof?
Namjoon: pls don’t
Yoongi: wth is wrong with him
Taehyung: i can take a joke ure just not funny
You: and your just not good at singing
Jungkook: she just makes me a real freak for her😍
Jin: ew
Taehyung: I CAN SING CAN U EVEN HOLD A NOTE???
Namjoon: you’re literally a freak too, what are you ew-ing
You: ew-ing 💀
Jin: why are u on my business?
Namjoon: ??
Yoongi: everyone is a freak here
You: okay yoongi 💀💀
Hoseok: what the fuck did i tell you before?
Jimin: shes literally doing it on purpose
Hoseok: freak
You: everyone is a freak until a #realfreak shows up
Jin: word
Taehyung: stop saying that
Jin: word
Taehyung: i will rip your eyes off
Hoseok: all of u have some real problems
Hoseok: @ y/n ur bf and his girl are kissing
You: why tf are u telling me this?
Jungkook: EX BF
Hoseok: thought u would like to know
Jimin: they’re not btw
You: fuck u hoe-seok
Yoongi: laughed
Jungkook: why tf are u laughing with my girl
Jungkook: I SAID SQUARE UPPPPP
Hoseok: hey i was trying to match ur vibe??
Jimin: i was just bored, i don’t actually want her to act pathetic in from of that guy
Jimin: last time was enough
Jimin: the second hand embarrassment i felt after that talk 💀
Jimin: i need therapy for that shit
Jimin: REAL EMBARRASSING
You: hoseok choke him
Hoseok: ?
You: he used the emoji?
You: wtv idc im pulling out with my hot boyfriend so who gives a fuck
You: really who gives a fuck I DONT
You: I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK
Jungkook: YOU THINK IM HOT???
You: i literally do not give a fuck. i literally DO NOT CARE
You: i don’t care at all
You: they can kiss for all i care (which is nothing, because i don’t I DONT CARE)
You: I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK
Yoongi: me when i give a fuck:
Hoseok: guys i think she might care a little but idk
Hoseok: i might be wrong
Taehyung: nah man she clearly doesn’t
Yoongi: and fake boyfriend btw
Jungkook: YOU REALLY TGHINK IM HOT??
You: nobody knows so still pretty much my boyfriend
Jungkook; HELLLO???????????
Jungkook: YES PRETTY MUCH YOUR BOYFRIEND
Jungkook: VERY MUCH UR BOYFRIEEND 😍
Yoongi: well everyone will eventually know if u keep acting like you want to murder him everytime he calls u a pet name or even breaths near you
Jungkook: GUYS AHE THINKS IM HOT
Jungkook: IM HER BOUFRIDN
You: stfu? that’s clearly because i’m nervous around him
You: we’re clearly in our honeymoon-anime-shy-girl-k-drama-slow-love-friends-to-lovers-first-holding-hands-in-the-last-chapter romance era
You: people understand
Hoseok: yeah ofc
Taehyung: whatever the fuck that means
Jungkook: OMG WE’RE GONNA HOLD HANDS???
Jimin: at least people actually think u can pull jungkook
Jungkook: she thinks i’m hot, she can pull me anywhere she wants
You: i literally did that’s my boyfriend
You: IM WITH BOYFRIEND
Namjoon: why would u word it like that
Jimin: then act like it 💀
Hoseok: dude
Yoongi: fake boyfriend btw
Jungkook: YES IM LITERALLY HER BOYFRIEND
You: bitch get ready cuz i’m about to pull and oscar worthy performance out of my ass
Jungkook: LITERALLT HER BOYFRIEND
You: and fuck that bitch for kissing that other bitch in public
Jimin: they didn’t kiss btw
You: THEY CAN GO TO HELL ANYWAY IDGAFFFFF
You: I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK
You: I DONT
Taehyung: word
Jin: ???
Jungkook: GIYS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH
Jungkook: YOONGI DONT SQUARE UP ILOVE U
Jungkook: THANJ YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
By the time you arrived at the restaurant, you’ve already made a decision.
It happened somewhere between the guys telling you your ex boyfriend was being corny with your ex work bestie and stepping through the glass doors and clocking Tsuki’s laugh from across the room. And somewhere between seeing Bogyum’s familiar profile and Jungkook’s hand brushing yours as he leaned in to say something stupid about the lighting.
You decided: If you’re doing this, you’re doing it right.
The restaurant was packed. Long tables, warm lights, voices overlapping, staff scattered everywhere. You had reserved the place for all of you, a company dinner. Engineers, stylists, assistants, managers, all kinds of staff. Too many eyes. Too many ears.
Which meant: lowkey, believable, oscar-worthy.
Jungkook didn’t exactly know yet. He was too busy greeting people, smiling easily, bowing politely, saying thank you like he always did. He was relaxed, loose in a way he rarely was during official schedules. Hoodie swapped for something nicer, hair still soft from earlier, energy bright.
He looked… good.
“Hey,” he murmured, leaning down toward you as someone called his name from across the room. “You okay?”
You glanced up at him and smiled. Not your normal smile or your fake smile for his annoying ass. This one was warmer, nicer, practiced.
“I’m good,” you said, fingers brushing his wrist as you speak.
His eyebrows knit together for half a second.
Then he grinned. “We’re really doing it?”
You nodded. “Yep.”
That’s all it took.
The tables were in sections, not one long stretch but clusters pushed together. The boys were already spread out, staff filling in gaps. Someone waved you over toward the far corner where two chairs were still open. Jungkook guided you there without thinking, hand hovering at your back, not possessive, but instinctively and a little performative.
You bowed to the people as a greeting and sat first. He pulled your chair out, and pushed it in. You didn’t comment.
Across from you: Tsuki, mid-conversation, eyes bright. Next to her, Bogyum, relaxed, smiling at something one of the engineers was saying. To your right: Jimin and Hoseok, already clocking the situation with identical expressions of oh, this is going to be fun.
Two other staff members fill out the table. Jungkook took the seat beside you.
You were cornered, you realized it at the exact same moment he did. Your knee brushed his but for the first time you didn’t pull away. Instead, you shift closer. Jungkook blinked, looking down and looking back at you.
You tilted your head, resting your chin lightly against your knuckles, shoulder angled toward him. Comfortable, faking familiarity and very intimate.
You beat your eyelashes with softness. Jungkook choked in air before he exhaled through his nose, nodding quickly.
“Okay,” he murmured, low. “Yeah, we’re doing this.”
You smiled sweetly. “Doing what?”
He chuckled under his breath, his hand going to his heart like he was trying to calm it. “Nothing.”
Hoseok cleared his throat loudly. “Damn.”
Jimin kicked him under the table.
The conversation resumed around you. Some drink orders, complaints about rehearsal schedules, someone already drunk enough to be too honest. You nodded along where appropriate, laughed when you should.
Jungkook did what he does best: exist and his stupid bit. He poured you water before you ask, slid the bread basket closer, leaned in when you spoke and looked at you like nothing else mattered. And you responded in kind, because now you were committed as hell. Your hand rested on his forearm when you laughed at something Jimin said. When someone asks you a question, you glanced at Jungkook first, like you were checking in.
It was subtle, it was very devastating for him.
Jimin watched, lips pressed together, eyes darting between you and his group member.
“Uh,” he said cheerfully, to Jungkook, “You look… rested.”
Jungkook smiled. “I am.”
You hummed, amused. “He’s been sleeping better.”
Hoseok coughed. “That’s crazy.”
You turned to Jungkook, eyes soft and ignoring your best friend. “Right?”
Jungkook nodded immediately. “Yeah. Weird how that works.”
You glanced around the table, at Tsuki’s curious eyes, Bogyum’s voice going lower, the engineers pretending not to listen. Then you looked at Jungkook. He looked back at you, eyes bright, unbothered, completely at ease. You realized something, slowly, sinking in like cold water. You were boxed in, you were committed. And you still have the entire night ahead of you to sell the best story ever. You smiled at him and he smiled back, delighted.
Dinner arrived, plates clattered. The smell of food cut through the tension, grounding you. For a moment, you almost forget why you’re doing this.
Almost.
Jungkook leaned in, voice low. “You’re really selling it.”
You whispered back, teeth barely moving. “Don’t blow my cover.”
He chuckled. “You don’t need help now.”
His knee pressed against yours again, intentional. You didn’t know is he was trying to push his luck or just following your lead but either way you didn’t move it.
Jimin leaned closer to Hoseok, stage-whispering, “I feel like I walked into the wrong room.”
Hoseok nodded. “Same. Very… domestic over here.”
Jungkook grinned, looking at them. “Jealous?”
“Deeply,” Hoseok said sarcastically, nobody really caught it.
It was going to be a very, very long night.
The food helped a little. Not in a this fixes everything way, but in the very practical sense that everyone now has something to do with their hands and mouths, which meant fewer people were staring at you two directly.
At least for five minutes.
Plates were passed around, drinks refilled, someone argued with a waiter about spice levels. Jungkook immediately slid your plate closer to you because it ended up just out of reach, and you didn’t even thank him out loud, you just nudged his knee with yours under the table, a silent acknowledgment. It felt like a rehearsal act at this point, that fake-but-not-really rhythm you’ve slipped into, even though it really wasn’t. It just felt natural.
Across from you, one of the engineers— Minjae, you think— kept glancing between the two of you like he was watching a show he didn’t know was on. He was smiling, curious, clearly holding something back.
You caught it. Jungkook didn’t.
He was too busy telling Hoseok about some rehearsal mishap, gesturing animatedly with his chopsticks. You watched him talk, the way his eyebrows move when he was explaining something, the way he leaned forward when he was invested. You’ve seen this a thousand times, years of it.
Still.
You reached out and wipe a tiny dot of sauce from the corner of his mouth before you could stop yourself. It had been on your mind but you before you really thought about it you were already cleaning it with your mouth.
Jungkook froze. The people close to you went silent. You froze for a second, thinking maybe you did too much.
Then Jungkook laughed, soft and a little surprised, eyes crinkling. “Wow,” he said, amused. “You’re really on it today.”
You took a little of your drink, already regretting that decision but owning it. “You were gonna walk around like that.”
Jimin stared at you. Hoseok presses his lips together so hard they start shaking. Tsuki stared blinked at you both. Bogyum looked at his plate very intently. Minjae finally gave up.
“Well,” he said, leaning back in his chair, tone light, conspiratorial, absolutely not subtle. “I didn’t know you guys had a thing going on.”
The table went quiet again, but this time it was different. This time it was the kind of silence that buzzed, expectant rather than shocked. Minjae wasn’t really establishing a fact but more of asking if he was right.
You glanced at Jungkook and he glanced at you before you spoke at the same time.
“Yes.”
“Yeah,” you stopped, he didn’t. “we do,” Jungkook continued smoothly, like he didn’t even notice the overlap. “We’re together.”
You blinked. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it. Very serious, like he was giving an statement for his fans. No dramatic flourish. Just… matter-of-fact, very comfortable.
You recovered quickly, leaning in a little closer to him, shoulder brushing his arm. “We have been for a bit.”
Minjae’s eyes widened. “I knew it!.”
The other staff member, Sora, leaned forward immediately. “Wait. How long?”
Jimin let out a soft, fake cough that sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Feels rude to say ‘wow’”.
Hoseok tilted his head, faking happiness. “I told you it wasn’t new.”
Jungkook hummed. “For a little while now.”
You elbowed him lightly, just enough to warn him not to get carried away, he grinned anyway.
“So how did it happen?” Sora asked, eyes bright. “Like— who made the first move?”
You opened your mouth but Jungkook beat you to it. “She did.”
You whipped your head toward him. “I did not.”
He shrugged, unbothered. “You invited me over first. That was clearly a sign.” he said calmly, “and you were the one to kiss me.”
You couldn’t believe how easy was for him to fake your whole timeline relationship. Even situations that clearly didn’t exist. Was he on drugs or were you slow as hell?
Jimin choked on his drink. Hoseok reached over and patted Jungkook’s back. “Careful, you’ll die before dessert if you don’t shut up.”
You felt heat creep up your neck, but you kept smiling, playing along. “You’re leaving out context.”
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes sparkling. “Am I?”
Minjae grinned. “I want the context.”
You sighed, dramatically. “Fine. I invited him over to hangout, like friends. And he was being annoying, as usual.”
“Facts,” Hoseok agreed.
“I told him to stop talking,” you continued, resting your chin in your hand. “He didn’t so I kissed him. Just to shut him up.”
Jungkook beamed. “Best decision she’s ever made.”
Tsuki laughed openly, paying attention to you both. “That actually tracks.”
Bogyum glanced at Jungkook. “You always did talk too much.”
Jungkook glared at him. “Not to you, really.”
Before the tension could settled, Sora leaned closer, fascinated and tilting her head, eyes flicking between you and Jungkook like she was mentally connecting dots on a corkboard. “Okay, but I have more questions now.”
You sighed, already tired. “Of course you do.”
“When did you guys actually start?” she asked, not hearing your comment. “Because I feel like one day you were just… friends? I don’t know, and then suddenly—” she gestured vaguely between the two of you “—this.”
Jimin hummed. “Yeah, it was very blink-and-you-miss-it.”
Hoseok nodded. “Like, so out of nowhere. Very surprising.”
You stared at both of them, resisting the urge to stood up and punch them. “It wasn’t really out of nowhere. I thought about it for some time before taking the step.”
Jungkook smiled, elbow resting on the table, chin propped in his palm. “She didn’t.”
You glared at him, pretending it was a cute couple playing to be mad for exposing each other. “You’re on thin ice.”
He looked delighted. “I love your angry face.”
Tsuki chuckled, but there’s something measured about it. Not cold, just careful. “You said it was around two months ago, right?.”
You meet her eyes briefly. She already knew the answer and so did Bogyum, who had been quiet a little too long, pushing rice around his plate.
“Yeah,” you said finally. “We already knew each other for so long, it was just taking the decision of leaning into those new feelings.”
Jungkook nodded along. “We were already friends. Just upgraded.
“Downgraded,” you corrected almost automatically.
He gasped. “That’s insane.”
Minjae grinned. “So who fell first?”
You and Jungkook looked at each other again. This time, you answered first. “He did.”
“Violently,” Hoseok added.
Jungkook didn’t deny it, playing the part. “I’ve been consistent.”
Bogyum let out a quiet laugh at that, short and fakepolite. “That’s true.”
It was subtle, the way Jungkook’s jaw tightens for half a second. You noticed because you were looking at him when it happens. He didn’t look back at Bogyum, just takes a sip of his drink, shoulders still relaxed, expression unchanged.
But the air shifted, just a degree. Sora didn’t catch that either. “Okay but— were you scared? Dating him?” She nodded at Jungkook like he was a walking liability.
You snorted. “Terrified.
Jungkook pouted. “Rude. Why?.”
“You’re a global superstar. I’m still shaking in fear if someone outside the company finds out.” You continued. “And you’re loud, you’re messy. You eat like someone’s going to steal your food.”
“I have trauma,” he said seriously.
“And,” you added, “you flirt a lot.”
Jungkook glanced at you. “Correction. I used to flirt a lot more.”
“Is that supposed to make it better?.”
“I didn’t finish,” he smirked. “I used to flirt a lot more, with you. I’ve never flirt with anyone else.”
You arched a brow. “Oh, really?”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Jimin snickered. “Well, sadly, I can confirm his statement.”
“He’s a loser in love,” Hoseok nodded.
You were glad they were playing into the part too. I made it more believable.
The table went quiet again, but not as dramatically this time. Bogyum finally looked up, eyebrows lifting slightly, like he was mildly curious how it will play out.
He hummed, silently. “Yeah, Jungkook’s always been very… friendly with you.” He said, tone neutral.
Luckily— very luckily— for you, nobody seemed to caught the jab except for you and the singer. Jungkook nodded once, accepting it like it was a compliment. “Yeah. I’m very friendly.”
His hand, which had been resting near his own plate, shifted to your thigh. It was a very obvious and loud movement that everyone saw. He gave it a squeeze, and you couldn’t really figure it out if that last motion was for you or for the act. But you didn’t comment on it or force it to take it off, it just felt too natural.
“So what changed?” Minjae asked. “Like, what made it click?”
You opened your mouth, then stopped. Because the honest answer was complicated. Because the honest answer was that nothing had changed. Jungkook was still your annoying friend and you weren’t dating at all, nothing had clicked expect the unexpected idea of a fake relationship to survive some stupid rumours you didn’t want to hear about you.
Jungkook was watching you now, expression softer than usual, like he was giving you space. So you choose something that in an hypothetical situation could be true.
“I stopped pretending he was annoying,” you said
Jungkook laughed, not really too conformed with your answer. “She’s lying, she still think I’m annoying.”
“Okay, I do. But,” you continued, “I like it now.”
Jungkook’s hand squeezed your thigh my again, like a silent way of telling you good job. It was very softly, barely there, barely anything.
Bogyum cleared his throat. “That makes sense.”
You glanced at him. His expression was unreadable, not really upset, not warm either. Just… thoughtful. You wanted to read him mind. Find out if this situation was causing him insecurity that maybe something had happened between you and Jungkook before you two broke up, the same question you asked yourself when you find out about him and Tsuki.
“You always liked consistency,” he added, your eyes found his again. He was already looking at you. “Even when you complained about it.”
“And Jungkook,” Bogyum continued, “has always been very… consistent.”
His tone was casual, like he wasn’t trying to cause a scene even though his comment was out of place, specially since everyone in the table knew you two had been a thing. Jungkook’s eyes flicked to him this time, just briefly, he didn’t smile but didn’t show hostility. Just stared at him for a second too long before inclining his head slightly.
“I try.”
It was nothing, it was polite, it was normal….
Your shoulders tense without you meaning to. You wished no one in the table noticed the way the tension was growing. You wanted to punched Jungkook for feeding it too.
Minjae laughed a little, like he was sensing something off. “God, this relationship is new but you guys already exhausting.”
“You should see us in private,” Jungkook said easily, playing the game.
You kicked him under the table, hard. He winced, then grinned wider.
Sora fanned herself. “Okay, okay. Last question. For real.”
You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
She ignored that. “How did you know it was serious?”
This time, Jungkook didn’t answer immediately. He looked at you, with intention. Not exaggerated, not playful. Just… looked. And then he said, “Because she stopped pretending it wasn’t.”
The words landed softer than anything else said that night. You blinked, caught off guard. The table went quiet again, but the silence was different, gentler, maybe even curious.
You forced a laugh. “Wow. Dramatic and cliché.”
Jungkook smiled at you, small and fond, not moved by the walls you were trying to build. “But true.”
For a split second, just one, you forgot the restaurant, the people, the noise. You forgot it was a performance. There was something steady in his gaze, something grounded. It was the second time you questioned if his bit of being in love you was real. But you quickly removed it from your head, he was just getting better at it.
Jimin cleared his throat loudly. “Okay! Moving on!”
“Yeah, Sora. Stop being so intrusive.” Minaje called her out.
Sora smirked. “Sorry, but you guys are so cute!. I still feel like I’m missing a lot of the story.”
Jungkook perked up. “Oh, there’s a lot.” You pinched his side under the table. He hissed before leaning to your ear and whispered: “Worth it.”
Minaje shook her head, amused. “it’s true, you two are very cute.”
You smiled at him, easy. “Thank you.”
Dinner continued, louder now. More relaxed. Questions drifted to other topics, like tour logistics, favorite cities, horror stories from past schedules. Jungkook kept close, arm occasionally brushing yours, now a hand steady on the back of your chair.
Every now and then, he answered something for you— what you liked to eat, what you hated, what made you stressed— and every time, he’s right.
It was weird but you loved that, it made you both more believable.
At one point, Tsuki tried to joke, “He knows you better than I know myself.”
Jungkook didn’t miss a beat. “That’s because I pay attention.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I know about you too.”
“Let’s not make it a competition, baby. We both know how we fight when we get competitive.”
But your foot nudges his under the table anyway. And this time he nudged back.
By the time plates were stacked and chairs scraped back, the night had settled into something manageable. Not perfect. Not magical. But, crucially, not a disaster. Which, considering the last time everyone from work had been in one room together and you almost were caught about your fake boyfriend who clearly didn’t exist at that time, it felt like a small miracle.
You leaned back slightly, stretching your legs under the table, exhaustion finally catching up with you now that the social part was winding down. Your face hurt a little from smiling too much, not because you’d enjoyed yourself that much, but because you’d been on for hours. Acting on, reacting on, timing your laughs and touches just enough to sell it without making yourself nauseous.
And yet.
Nothing had imploded.
No awkward silences, no weird looks that lingered too long, no uncomfortable follow-up conversations you’d have to dodge later. Even the questions, the annoying, inevitable ones, had been handled smoothly, somehow. Jungkook had answered when needed, you’d jumped in when you felt like it, and together you’d managed to sound… normal.
Annoyingly so.
You glanced at him beside you as people started saying their goodbyes, collecting coats, promising to have the best tour in history. He was mid-conversation with Hoseok, laughing too loudly, hand still resting on the back of your chair like it had every right to be there. Still with a lot of energy, still very cheerful, still annoying, still very much Jungkook.
Yes, still very annoying. But the tolerable kind now, the familiar kind.
You hadn’t once felt like you were drowning, hadn’t needed to escape to the bathroom to breathe, hadn’t replayed every sentence in your head immediately after saying it. If anything, the night had flowed in a way you hadn’t expected— messy and loud, sure, but also weirdly successful.
You’d walked in bracing for a fiasco and instead, you were walking out thinking, Okay. That was… fine. More than fine, actually. It had been good. Solid. A win.
As you stood and grabbed your bag, Jungkook leaned toward you, voice low. “See?” he said, smug already. “Best fake boyfriend. Carried the whole night.”
You rolled your eyes instantly. “You made me tripped over my lies a thousand times.”
“That’s because you need to step up your game, baby.” He shook his head. “Just fall in love with me so you don’t have to lie anymore.”
“You’re unleashing something very sinister in me.”
He grinned, completely unbothered by your threat. And you shook your head, already tired of him again, but lighter than you’d been when the night started.
If that was what fake dating with Jungkook looked like. Loud dinners, stupid questions, subtle chaos and him doing the absolute most… then maybe it wouldn’t be as hard as you’d made it out to be.
Annoying? Definitely.
But manageable.
And for now, that felt like a success.
a/n:
if u see any mistakes no u don’t (i will edit it better later don’t address me thanku)
hi guys >_< so i changed a lot the story to aligned it with the world tour lmao am i mentally challenged yes i am. oh uhmm i got to be honest, i might forgot to tag some of you so lmk i’ve been really distracted 😭
i also decided to just leave the text like that. i did found an amazing msg app (thank u to u all i love it) but the texts are long ash and i can only put 10pics here so yeahh. now i kinda wanna do a smau tho, i think that would be fun, so if u guys could recommend a fake social media app i would appreciate that very much (to do like fake ig and twitter) thank u<33
lmk what u thought about the first chapter. honestly im just writing this for giggles but everytime i edit it my hand just slips and writes shit more dramatic/serious than intended. that’s why i’m keeping the narrations shorts here 😭
also why is this lowkey annoyances to lovers
anyway loveu thank u for reading (i took some of u out of this list bc u ask me for the perm taglist >_< also if i tag u 2 times lmk)
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