worst behaviour — jeon jungkook , series index , mdni 𑣲 ch: 20 — when we kiss _ written chapter / explicit cw
“darling, do you think i’m a good kisser?”
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“no! that’s not fair.” you say, frowning as you lean forward, clutching your controller like it personally betrayed you. your eyes squeeze shut for a second in frustration as you realise it’s the fourth loss in a row.
jungkook barely even looks sorry.
you’re both sprawled out on your couch, him on your left, way too comfortable for someone who’s currently ruining your winning streak. his controller gets dropped onto the small table in front of you both with a soft clack. he leans back into the couch, stretching his arms above his head, legs spreading out like he owns the place.
that annoyingly satisfied grin stays plastered on his face.
“i am so fucking good,” he says, like it’s a fact of life.
you roll your eyes immediately. “yeah, yeah. relax.”
he lets out a low hum of satisfaction, still smug, still way too proud of himself.
he’s been coming over like this for a few days now. your apartment has slowly started feeling less like just yours. jungkook shows up, brings games, snacks sometimes, takes over your couch like he pays the rent. and somehow, you’ve stopped fully minding it.
it’s weird. but not bad-weird.
you’re actually starting to enjoy it, his presence, his company… not that you’d ever tell him that out loud.
because, he’s infuriating at these games. unfairly good at the ones he brings. probably because plays them way too much.
he's such a fucking sweat.
and tonight, he’s been acting like every win is a personal achievement he needs to celebrate. which is kinda annoying. but you’re not actually mad at him.
you shake your head, dropping your controller onto your lap with a small sigh, shoulders sinking back into the couch.
jungkook glances at you, sitting up properly again, one leg pulling in slightly as he tilts his head. “rematch?”
“no more,” you mumble, stretching your arms up above your head, arching your back a little as you try to ease the stiffness. “my hands hurt.”
he goes quiet for a second.
you catch it though,, the way his eyes flicker over your chest for a moment before he looks away just as quickly, clearing his throat under his breath like nothing happened.
and you notice.
it makes your lips twitch. you slowly lower your arms and turn to face him, a teasing spark in your eyes.
“wait… did i just see the fuckboy look away from a pair of tits?”
jungkook lets out a short breath of a laugh, shaking his head as he leans back again, rubbing the back of his neck. “what are you talking about?”
“you,” you point at him, squinting slightly. “looking away. that was very unlike you.”
he huffs quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips now. “i just want you to be comfortable.”
you blink at that.
it’s so… simple.
there’s no teasing, no cocky tone, no weird comeback. just that.
your expression softens a little before you can stop it, eyes lingering on him for a second longer than usual. “oh.”
you look away first this time, suddenly very aware of how close you’re sitting.
“…well,” you mumble, picking at the edge of your controller, “okay.”
you like it.
. . . ,
you glance at him again, something clicking in your head as your eyes narrow slightly.
“wait,” you mumble, shifting a little as you turn to him. “what day is it?”
jungkook looks at you, confused. “thursday?”
“no i mean, your ‘being normal’ thing,” you say, doing little air quotes. “you used to remind me every two seconds. what day are we on?”
he lets out a quiet laugh, already knowing where this is going, and leans back into the couch. “day twelve, i think? i don’t know. i stopped cuz you said it doesn’t feel real if i’m acting normal instead of actually being normal.”
you pause.
“…i did say that.”
“yeah,” he shrugs. “so, im normal.”
you stare at him for a second, then laugh out loud. “you’re not normal.”
he grins. “i’m way better now.”
“no, you’re not,” you scoff, nudging his arm lightly. “you’re still annoying.”
then, jungkook’s demeanor shifts instantly.
the playful smugness in his eyes turns darker. he leans in closer, one arm stretching along the back of the couch behind you, caging you in without even touching you. his face is suddenly much closer than it was a second ago, voice dropping low and smooth.
“darling,” he murmurs, the nickname rolling off his tongue like velvet, “you say that… but you don’t actually mean it.”
your breath catches.
he’s so close now you can smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of the strawberry snacks he brought earlier. his gaze drops to your lips for a second before flicking back up to your eyes.
“you keep letting me come over,” he continues, voice quiet and teasing, “you let me sit this close… and you still call me annoying?”
a small smirk tugs at your lips before you can stop it. you don’t know why you’re doing this — maybe it’s because you’re on the last day of your period and your hormones are being little traitors, but you can’t help it.
you tilt your head slightly, looking up at him through your lashes.
“yeah,” you say softly, but there’s no bite in your voice. instead, your hand moves on its own, slowly pressing against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat under your palm. his shirt is soft, his body warm. “because you are.”
jungkook’s eyes darken even more at the touch. he lets out a low, sexy chuckle — the kind that vibrates through his chest and straight into your hand. it’s deep, amused, and way too attractive.
“yeah?” he murmurs, leaning in just a little closer, lips hovering near yours.
“is this normal to you, darling?”
your heart stutters.
what the fuck.
the air between you feels thick. you can feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that it makes your chest tighten. for a second, you’re painfully aware of how easy it would be for him to close the gap. how much you suddenly want him to.
you swallow.
but he doesn’t rush it. he just watches you, eyes half-lidded, steady, like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do.
and when you just stare back at him like an idiot. he leans back, just enough to give you space, but not enough to kill the tension. that same cocky little smirk lingers on his lips, like he knows exactly what he just did.
you stay frozen for a moment, your hand still hovering where his chest was.
you kind of wish he had kissed you just now.
even though you’ve turned him down every time before… but in your defence, that was the old jungkook. the loud, shameless, cocky fuckboy who treated everything like a game.
and this jungkook — the one who shows up every day, who stays for hours, who looks at you like this — feels different.
dangerously different.
you clear your throat, forcing yourself to move, pulling your hand back like nothing happened.
“shut up,” you mutter, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice comes out softer than you meant.
jungkook just chuckles quietly, like he expected that, leaning back into his side of the couch.
“yes ma’am.”
the room falls quiet after that. it’s not awkward, no. it just feel… full.
you’re both still sitting close, shoulders almost brushing, but neither of you look at the other. your gaze drifts somewhere ahead, while jungkook leans back, head tilted slightly like he’s thinking about something.
a few seconds pass.
then he speaks.
“christmas is soon,” he says casually, voice quieter now.
you hum. “yeah.”
“you do anything for it?” he asks, glancing at you briefly.
you shrug. “not really. depends.”
there’s a small pause before you add, almost absentmindedly, “i used to get pumpkin pie though.”
jungkook’s brows knit slightly. “pumpkin pie?”
“yeah,” you nod, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “it was kinda random. but i got it as a gift, like… for christmas. for two years.”
he lets out a quiet huff, confused. “who sends pumpkin pie for christmas?”
you shrug again, a little amused. “kyle did.”
there’s a beat.
“…who’s kyle?” he asks, this time actually looking at you.
you glance at him, then away like it’s nothing.
“oh,” you say simply, “my ex.”
jungkook’s head turns a little more this time, eyebrows lifting in clear surprise. “you had a boyfriend? for two years?”
you let out a small laugh at that, glancing at him. “why do you sound so shocked?”
he blinks, like he didn’t mean to react that way. “i don’t know, i just—” he pauses, then says it anyway, “you actually dated for two whole years?”
you roll your eyes immediately. “yes, i actually dated for two years. what is that tone supposed to mean?”
he huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “i thought you meant like a three month relationship. you know, where you just talk to each other and break up if you piss each other off.”
you narrow your eyes at him, a small smile tugging at your lips, then you ask him, genuinely curious. “jungkook... have you ever been in a real relationship before?”
“nope,” he says simply, leaning back again.
you blink. “never?”
he shrugs, like it’s nothing. “i’m not really a relationship guy.”
you hum, “no wonder,” then you tilt your head as you look at him. “is it because you just wanna fuck? with no strings attached? like a true fuckboy?”
he snorts quietly, not even denying it, just shrugging again. “maybe.”
there’s a small pause before he adds, almost as an afterthought, “i mean, i had a crush once.”
your interest perks up immediately. you turn your body slightly toward him. “oh? on who?”
he chuckles under his breath, like he already knows how it sounds. “it wasn’t anything serious.”
“still,” you press, leaning a little closer. “tell me.”
he exhales, running a hand through his hair as he thinks. “she was my neighbour. and she was older than me.”
you raise a brow. “how much older?”
“i was like… fifteen,” he says, glancing at you briefly. “she was twenty.”
you stare at him. “oh... damn.”
he laughs softly at your reaction. “yeah.”
“continue, continue.” you say, now fully invested.
“she was just… really nice,” he shrugs. “like, she’d talk to me, ask about school, stuff like that. i think i just… took it the wrong way.”
you tilt your head slightly, watching him. “so you had a full crush on her? like, you weren't thinking with your dick, at all !?”
“obviously,” he scoffs lightly. “but it wasn’t like that for her. she never saw me like that. which is a good thing, by the way, i was only fifteen.”
you chuckle,resting your chin lightly on your hand. “that’s kinda cute.”
he rolls his eyes. “it’s really not.”
“it is,” you insist, smiling a little.
he shakes his head, but there’s a faint smile there too. “anyway, one day i found out she had a boyfriend.”
“aw,” you mumble.
“and then she moved away not long after,” he finishes with a small shrug. “so… yeah. that’s my one and only tragic “love” story.”
you let out a soft laugh. “that’s so sad for little jungkookie.”
“it’s not sad,” he mutters, though he’s clearly amused now.
“it kinda is,” you pout dramatically.“you got your heart broken at fifteen. aww, poor little jungkookie wookie.”
“i did not get my heart broken, and don’t call me that.” he scoffs.
“you definitely did,” you tease.
he rolls his eyes. “who’s annoying now?”
you both laugh.
and fall quiet after that, the teasing fading into something softer. the silence isn’t uncomfortable. it actually feels nice. just sitting like this, talking about random things, then not talking at all. like the silence doesn’t need to be filled.
it’s nice.
jungkook exhales quietly, shifting slightly beside you before speaking again.
“so,” he says, glancing at you, “kyle.”
you look at him, then away almost immediately. “what about him?”
he tilts his head, studying your face. “you just dropped ‘my ex’ and moved on.”
you shrug. “there’s not much to say.”
“come onnn,” he nudges lightly. “tell me.”
you shake your head, a small smile forming. “it’s boring and kinda embarrassing.”
“i just told you mine,” he says, raising a brow. “that was kinda embarrassing too.”
you let out a quiet laugh. “true.”
he leans a little closer, nudging you again. “so?”
you hesitate for a second.
then sigh. “fine. but it’s not that interesting.”
he smiles, settling back like he’s ready to listen anyway. “i’ll decide that.”
. . . . ten minutes later . . . .
“nah, what the fuck.”
jungkook stares at you, brows furrowed, like he’s trying to process it properly. then, “why would he cheat on you?”
you blink at that, a small scoff slipping out. “i don’t know, jungkook.”
he doesn’t look away. “no, seriously. why?”
you shrug, keeping your eyes ahead. “people do that.”
there’s a brief pause.
“only stupid people do that, because that’s so fucking stupid,” he shakes his head like he can't believe that you got cheated on.
you glance at him for a second, then look away again, lips pressing together to hide a faint smile.
he leans back slowly, still shaking his head a little, like it genuinely doesn’t make sense to him. “that’s actually crazy.”
you hum quietly. “it is.”
the room settles again after that. he’s quiet for a second, still frowning a little, like he hasn’t fully let it go.
“was he even sorry?” he asks, glancing at you.
you let out a small breath, leaning back into the couch. “he said he was.”
jungkook’s jaw tightens slightly. “and?”
you shrug, eyes fixed ahead. “you know how that goes.”
he exhales through his nose, looking away for a moment before shaking his head. “that’s so—” he stops himself, pressing his lips together.
you glance at him. “what?”
he huffs quietly. “nothing. just… stupid.”
you hum, not really disagreeing.
there’s a pause.
then, softer, he adds, “you deserve better than that, darling.”
your fingers still for a second.
you don’t look at him, just mumble, “i know.” but your voice comes out quieter than you meant.
jungkook glances at you again, like he’s checking if you actually mean it. “do you?” he asks, quieter this time.
you frown slightly, turning your head. “what kind of question is that?”
he shrugs, not looking at you now. “just asking.”
you stare at him for a moment, then look away again, shoulders sinking a little into the couch. “i mean… i do now.”
there’s a small pause.
“back then?” you let out a short breath. “not really.”
he hums, like that makes sense to him.
“i used to think that was just how it worked,” you add, picking at your sleeve again. “like… if you liked someone, you just dealt with whatever came with them.”
jungkook’s brows knit slightly. “even that?”
you shrug. “i didn’t think it was gonna be that,” you mumble. “but… yeah. i let a lot of things slide when i was with kyle.”
he’s quiet for a second.
“that’s not how it’s supposed to be,” he says finally.
you glance at him. “you wouldn’t know, fuckboy.” it comes out more teasing than serious, but there’s a bit of truth sitting under it.
he lets out a small huff. “i don’t have to date to know that’s fucked up.”
you don’t argue with that. instead, you just sink back into the couch, staring ahead. the silence feels a little too heavy now, so you try to lighten the mood with something stupid.
“he was a bad kisser anyway,” you say casually, shrugging one shoulder.
jungkook genuinely chuckles, the sound low and warm. he turns his head to look at you, amusement clear in his eyes.
“what else?” he asks, raising a brow. “did he never please you?”
you let out a small laugh, tilting your head back against the couch. “sometimes… but it wasn’t really that important back then. i was too stressed about other shit.”
jungkook hums, lips curving into a smirk. “ah… no wonder you’re so horny now.”
“hey!” you smack his arm, half laughing, half offended. “i am not horny, you asshole.”
jungkook just grins, wide and smug, clearly pleased with himself. he goes quiet for a second, like he’s thinking, letting the silence stretch just enough to make you glance at him again.
then, in that low, teasing voice, he says:
“darling, do you think i’m a good kisser?”
you roll your eyes immediately, turning your head away from him. “i’m not answering that.”
“come on,” he chuckles, leaning a little closer, “it’s just a question.”
you shake your head, fighting back a smile. “nope. i’m not boosting your already massive ego.”
the second the words leave your mouth, you realize your mistake.
jungkook’s grin turns dangerously smug. “so you do think i’m a good kisser.”
your eyes widen. “no—no! i didn’t say that! what the hell?”
he laughs softly, clearly enjoying every second of your panic. his eyes sparkle with mischief as he watches you backtrack.
you turn to face him fully, cheeks feeling warmer than they should. “stop twisting my words, jungkook!”
he doesn’t stop smiling. instead, he tilts his head, voice dropping even lower, smooth and dangerous.
“maybe i should help you decide.”
the air shifts instantly.
you blink at him, heart skipping a beat. he’s looking at you with that intense, half-lidded stare again — and it makes your stomach flip.
“help me decide?” you repeat, trying to sound sarcastic but failing miserably.
he nods slowly, eyes flicking down to your lips for a second before coming back up.
“yeah,” he murmurs, leaning in just a little.
you let out a soft, nervous chuckle, trying to pull yourself together even as your pulse starts hammering in your ears. you shift slightly on the couch, turning your body more toward him.
“is this normal to you, jungkook?” you ask quietly, voice softer than you intended. there’s no anger in it — just genuine curiosity. you really want to know what’s going through his head right now.
he chuckles too, but it comes out a little breathy, a little strained. then he falls back against the couch, exhaling heavily as he drags a hand through his hair, messing it up even more.
“i was just teasing, darling. i know you don’t wanna—”
“so you don’t wanna kiss me?” the words slip out before you can stop them.
shit.
that was definitely supposed to stay as an inside thought.
jungkook turns his head toward you so fast it catches you off guard. you’re now fully facing him — one leg folded underneath you, the other dangling off the edge of the couch, hands resting nervously in your lap like you’re waiting for a verdict.
he curses under his breath, low and rough. he stares at you for a second, jaw tight, like he’s fighting with himself. “you can’t do that, darling.” he says, voice low and frustrated.
you blink at him. “do what?”
“you can’t tell me to be normal around you… when you’re sitting here looking at me like that.”
you tilt your head, genuinely confused. “…what do you mean, jungkook?”
he stays quiet for a long moment. then he takes a deep, shaky breath, closes his eyes, and lets his head fall back against the couch cushion.
“fuck… i… i can’t be normal around you, ___.”
the confession hangs in the air between you.
you’re surprised — actually surprised. your stomach does a weird little twist. this isn’t the cocky, teasing jungkook you’re used to. this feels… real. and.. raw. like he’s been holding something back for a while.
when he finally opens his eyes again, he looks straight at you. and it’s not the cocky face you’re used to. no. his expression is quieter. softer… and for a second, a little vulnerable.
and you both just stare at each other.
and neither of you speak.
your mind is spinning with too many thoughts at once. but you swallow hard and try to speak, voice barely above a whisper.
“jungkook—”
he cuts you off gently but firmly.
“let me kiss you, ___.”
your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat. “i— what?”
he sits up straighter, turning his body fully toward you now. his expression is serious — almost careful — like he’s choosing every word with precision.
“i know this might sound stupid to you,” he says slowly, voice low and sincere, eyes never leaving yours. “and i know you’ve turned me down before. i get it. but right now… i have no ulterior motives. no games. no trying to fuck you or win some stupid challenge. i’m not trying to prove or fix anything.”
he pauses, swallowing.
“i just… really want to kiss you, ___.”
the words hit you harder than you expected.
you swallow again, throat suddenly dry.
your brain is a complete mess.
because, genuinely, what the fuck is going on?
you can’t do this.
but… you kind of want to.
what if you want more than just a kiss? you’re still on your period — even if it’s the last day, is this really okay?
what if this changes everything?
what if you like it too much?
wait, what?
what are you even thinking about? you've kissed him before. you've both done more than kissing. but holy shit, this feels so... new.
and you notice the way he looks at you, waiting for you, patient and still.
there's no pressure from him. no cocky attitude. he just sits there, looking at you with quiet seriousness, like he would completely understand and back off the second you say no. like he’s ready for rejection but still hoping.
the silence feels endless.
you stare at him — at the way his shoulders are slightly tense, at how still he’s holding himself, at the way his eyes are soft but burning at the same time.
your heart is pounding so loud you’re scared he can hear it. and finally, after what feels like forever, you let out a shaky breath.
“okay.”
jungkook’s eyes widen just a fraction, a hint of genuine surprise flashing across his face.
“okay?” he repeats softly, like he needs to hear it again to believe it.
you nod, heart hammering wildly in your chest. you brace yourself, suddenly hyper-aware of every inch between you.
he doesn’t rush. surprisingly.
jungkook shifts closer slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind. his hand comes up gently, cupping your cheek with surprising tenderness. his thumb brushes lightly over your skin as he leans in, eyes flicking between yours and your lips.
he’s so close now.
you can’t help but notice how attractive he looks like this — hair slightly messy, eyes dark and fixed only on you, lips parted just a little. your gaze drops to his mouth, then back up. you can’t help but notice how soft his lips look, and how his eyes have gone quieter… and softer.
when he finally kisses you, it’s gentle at first — warm, slow, almost careful. his lips moved against yours with quiet intention, like he’s savoring every second. you melt into it almost instantly, eyes fluttering shut as you kiss him back.
your hand slides up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady, fast thump of his heartbeat under your palm. he’s warm.
the kiss deepens gradually — still soft, but hungrier now. his tongue brushes lightly against your bottom lip, asking for permission, and you give it to him. and a small, involuntary sound escapes you when his tongue meets yours.
you’re in fucking heaven.
jungkook makes a low noise in the back of his throat, something between a sigh and a groan, and tilts his head to kiss you deeper. the hand on your cheek slides back to cradle the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as he shifts on the couch.
you both move naturally — bodies adjusting without breaking the kiss. he leans over you more, gently guiding you back until you’re half-lying on the couch with him hovering above you. your legs part slightly to make room for him as he settles between them, still careful not to put all his weight on you.
your hands roam — fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, brushing against the warm, smooth skin of his waist and lower back. he feels so good under your touch. you can feel his muscles tense and relax as he kisses you.
then he slowly pulls back just enough for both of you to catch your breath, his forehead resting against yours.
your lips tingled, sensitive and slightly swollen. heat bloomed low in your belly, a slick warmth spreading between your legs as your pulse throbbed there, needy and impatient. you couldn’t help but glance down — the clear, rigid outline of his cock strained against his sweatpants, impossible to ignore.
now you’re both breathing heavily.
“fuck…” jungkook whispers, voice rough and happy, a small dazed smile on his lips. “i don’t wanna be greedy… but can we do that again?”
you let out a soft, breathless chuckle, still trying to steady your breathing.
“fuck yeah,” you whisper back, grinning.
and this time, the kiss is more desperate. jungkook’s mouth crashes back onto yours with more urgency, but it still stays soft, deep, wet, and needy. his hands slide down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he presses his body closer. you moan quietly into his mouth when you feel his hardness press against your thigh.
your fingers dig into his back under his shirt, pulling him even closer. he groans softly against your lips when your nails lightly scratch his skin.
“fuck… i love this.” he breathes between kisses, lips moving to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. “darling,”
you tilt your head back, giving him more access as he kisses down your neck. a small whimper escapes you when he gently sucks on your pulse point.
“jungkook…” you whisper, voice shaky with want.
he comes back to your lips, kissing you slower again, savoring. his tongue slides against yours in lazy, filthy strokes that make your toes curl. one of his hands slips under your shirt, palm warm against your waist, thumb stroking your skin in gentle circles.
you’re both lost in it — soft moans mixing with the wet sounds of kissing, bodies pressing closer on the couch, hands exploring just enough to drive each other crazy without going further.
he pulls back for air again, breathing hard, lips shiny and flushed. his forehead rests against yours as he looks at you with dark, hooded eyes.
“again, please..” he murmurs, voice husky.
you smile, a little dazed, fingers still tracing the skin under his shirt.
“again.” you whisper back, pulling him down for another deep, slow kiss.
. . . ,
you’ve both been making out for what feels like forever now. it’s lazy and deep and addictive, like neither of you wants to be the first one to stop. the couch feels smaller, warmer, the air between you thick with shared breaths and quiet sounds. every time one of you pulls back for air, the other chases again, like you’re both afraid the moment will break if you give it too much space.
but in the little pauses, your mind starts spinning again.
you’re supposed to be friends. you’re supposed to be fake-dating in everyone’s eyes, playing pretend until it makes sense to end it quietly. and now this… this feels like crossing a line you can’t uncross. what happens after this? does everything get messy after tonight? just like it did last time?
and the bigger question sitting heavy in your chest — does this mean you’re agreeing to sleep with him again? you liked it last time, yes, more than you’d ever admit out loud, but is this too much too soon? is this stupid? is this wrong?
your mind is screaming ‘slow down, think, be careful.’
but your body… your body is saying something completely different. the ache between your legs has only grown worse with every kiss, every touch, every low sound he makes against your mouth. you’re soaked, throbbing, needy in a way that makes it hard to think straight right now.
jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you, breathing hard, lips swollen and eyes dark. his thumb gently strokes your cheek as he studies your face.
“darling…” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “do you wanna keep going?”
you’re still catching your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. the words get stuck for a second before you manage to whisper,
“but… i’m still on my period.”
he doesn’t pull away. instead, a soft, understanding smile curves his lips. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, so gentle it makes your heart flutter.
“i don’t mind,” he says quietly. “besides… it should be ending by now, right? we could put a towel down.” then he kisses your cheek. “only if you want to, darling.”
you blink at him, a small “oh” slipping out before you can stop it.
your mind is still racing — telling you this might be a bad idea, that things are already complicated enough, that you should slow down before you make everything messier.
but your body is practically begging. the warmth low in your belly, the slick heat between your thighs, the way your pulse keeps throbbing there… it all screams: ‘yes. please. now.’
and you realise, you want him.
you really, really want him.
but before you can open your mouth to answer, your phone starts ringing on the table beside the couch, loud and sudden in the quiet room.
“fuck.” you breathe out.
your phone keeps ringing, bright and insistent on the table. jungkook glances at the screen first and immediately lets out a low curse under his breath.
“of-fucking-course, it’s fucking hoseok.”
you can’t help but chuckle softly at the pure annoyance in his voice, even though a tiny part of you is thinking the exact same thing, like — why now, hoseok?
“be quiet,” you whisper, still smiling as you reach for the phone.
jungkook reluctantly backs off, sitting up properly on the couch again. he runs a hand through his messy hair, jaw tight, the obvious bulge in his sweatpants making it clear how painfully hard he still is. he shifts uncomfortably but doesn’t say anything else.
you swipe to answer, trying to sound normal.
“hey, hoseok.”
hoseok’s voice comes through bright and energetic as usual. you nod along, giving short replies — “hi… uh huh… oh sure… tomorrow? yeah, that works… okay, see you then… bye.”
the call ends quickly. you set the phone down and let out a small breath.
jungkook is watching you, one brow raised.
“so?” he asks, voice still a little rough.
“just an early study session tomorrow,” you shrug. “he wants to go over some notes before class.”
jungkook scoffs, leaning back against the couch with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “he’s such a poser.”
you turn to him, amused. “what do you mean?”
“hoseok obviously just wants to impress people,” he says, shrugging. “always acting like the perfect, helpful guy. you never even know if he’s actually genuine or just performing.”
you tilt your head, frowning slightly. “is that bad? wanting to impress people?”
“yeah, when he fakes most of it,” jungkook mutters. “you don’t even know if it’s real with him.”
you nudge his arm lightly. “maybe you’re just being too harsh on him.”
jungkook chuckles under his breath, but there’s no real bite in it. he sighs, looking away for a second, then shakes his head.
“forget it,” he mumbles. “he cockblocked us. i have every right to be mad at him right now.”
you laugh, the sound light and genuine. “well… it’s okay. maybe it’s for the best.”
he turns to look at you then, eyes narrowing playfully. “for the best?”
“what?” you ask, still smiling.
instead of answering, jungkook suddenly leans in, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you into a quick kiss. you’re a little shocked at first, eyes widening, but you melt into it almost immediately.
when he pulls back, he shakes his head slowly, still close enough that his breath brushes your lips.
“i think it’s for the best if i go now,” he says.
you blink at him, trying to gather your thoughts as he starts pulling away. “oh… okay,” you manage, voice softer than you intended. then, a small confused frown tugs at your brows. “are you sure, though?”
jungkook looks at you for a second, then lets out a low chuckle.
“would you rather i jerk off here? i don’t mind. i am just worried ’bout you.”
you scrunch your nose, caught completely off guard by the bluntness. “you’re annoying.”
he laughs genuinely, the sound warm and amused, before slowly standing up. that familiar teasing smirk is back on his lips as he looks down at you, eyes still dark and playful, clearly enjoying how flustered you look right now.
“see ya tomorrow, darling,” he says, dragging the nickname out just to mess with you. “try not to miss me too much tonight.”
you roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the small smile tugging at your mouth. “you wish.”
he chuckles quietly, grabbing his phone. “i know you will. sweet dreams about me, yeah?”
you throw a cushion at him half-heartedly. “fuck off, jungkook.”
he catches it easily, laughing under his breath as he heads toward the door. right before he opens it, he turns back one last time, that cocky little grin still plastered on his face.
“night, ___.”
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. . a/n: when i’m writing worst behavior i keep wanting to add more scenes, more moments, and even more lore… but then i’m like maybe it’s better to keep it simple?? idkkk. me: it’s just a silly fic, it doesn’t matter also me: stressed about every lil detail
but anw, i think it’s safe to say we’ve officially entered the fuckbuddy zone <3 (lowk wondering if i should add more chapters or keep it as is)
