Mon Amour | NM & JK
Pairing: Namjoon x reader x Jungkook
Genre: Poly! BTS, established relationship, unrequited(?) love but not really, lowkey angst????? Maybe but it’s just cause Jungkook is stupid
CW: none, kinda sad, jungkook drinks, everyone bi inthis idgaf
Word count: Under 2K
A/N: WOOOOOO I’m free from the shackles of responsibility. Not sure how I feel about this but the poly bts wip post seemed to get a good reaction. Enjoy 🫡
Baby, you’re my kryptonite
Honestly, you make me wanna
“Ohhh, sexy Namjoon!” drunken words fall out of his mouth as though it was proper conversation.
Rvike: lol Jk is very drunk I see.
“Namjoon!” He exclaims in a slurred fashion.
Rvike: Wrong.
Rvike: Wanna take another guess “chic boy” lol
His eyes widen, looking like a small galaxy underneath his purple and blue LED lights. His pink lips part slightly in an “o” shape, and his tongue and teeth show through slightly.
“Huh?” He squints as if trying to remember something important.
“What…Oh! Noona! It’s you!” He cries out. He’ll get another noise complaint later, but the alcohol in his system makes him loose.
Rvike: Yep! There’s my smart boy.
He smiles. Alcohol makes him very loose.
Jungkook took a long time to warm up to you. He scowled at you when you were introduced as Namjoon’s girlfriend. Like hell, you two are serious. Namjoon told you “It’s just an adjustment period.”. Jungkook just needed to get used to you being around. He always treated him gently even as he grew into adulthood. He’s not sure if it’s because he still sees him as a kid or because he sees him as someone special.
“I don’t like her.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t.”
Tae and Jimin give each other a knowing look while eating their takeout. Tae chokes on his noodles as Jimin chuckles holding his chopsticks.
“What?” Jungkook crosses his arms and pouts as he questions them. He hates not being involved.
“Jealous much?” Jimin snorts as V throws his head forward, still holding the noodles in his mouth.
He furrows his brows, slamming his palms onto the table and shaking the silverware with his force. His ears turn red as he raises his voice reactionarily, “Of what?”
“Hi.”
You give Jungkook a small wave, tiptoeing towards him in your silettos. You slowly approach him like a stray rabbit. Afraid that the moment you make a slightly harsh move, he’ll run away scared.
He turns his head around and narrows his bloodshot eyes. His hair is dishelved as his nose drips like a leaky faucet. His makeup runs down his face in streaks, h There you stand gorgeous in your evening dress. You look like a goddess, someone to worship and devote their lives to you; to have your praises sung from the heavens while mortals like Jungkook can only destroy themselves in envy.
“You are my everything. Where my happiness begins and ends. The world falls apart when I’m with you; leaving me with nothing except us and our future. I—I feel truly present within myself whenever I’m with you. I may not be a perfect man and we’ve had our fair amount of disagreement. Ah–I can see you nodding your head. That’s cute. Oh, god, don’t make me cry too! In every moment, you’ve been there. You’ve supported me, loved me–made me a better man. I may not be able to fulfill all your expectations of me; however, I’ll be more than happy to stand next to you for the rest of my life.”
Don’t say it.
“Will you–”
Don’t fucking say it.
“Marry”
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. The moment you say it, I’m finished. The moment you say it, I’ll mean nothing to you. I’ll be nothing.
“Me?”
Fuck.
“I saw you leaving during dinner; which, y’know, seemed weird cause you’ve been complaining about wanting to eat the whole night.” You fidget with your new wedding ring over your long velvet gloves. The gold brings out the shine in your eyes, highlighting your long lashes. The small smile you give shows the gap between your front teeth. You’re so charming it's disgusting.
He turns his head and sniffles.
“I’m fine.” He mutters as wobbles onto his feet.
You stumble over; ghosting over his shoulder, worried he’ll fall face-first into the floor.
“Hey, are you sure because I can call an Uber–”
He roughly shoves his shoulder away from you leaving you standing in the cold night air.
He hates you and himself a little more that night.
He gets an earful that morning from Jin.
“The least you can do is show some conduct! Just because you’re jealous of Namjoon doesn’t mean you get to worry us all sick!”
Jungkook doesn’t understand what he means by “jealous of”.
Still, despite his standoffish attitude, he warms up to you.
You have a loud laugh that rivals Jin’s in obnxiousity. You feed Bam and Yeontan whenever he and Tae are too busy. You always ask how everyone in the group is doing. Most of all, he sees how happy Namjoon is with you. His dimples permanently frame his face and his eyes resemble a crescent moon when he’s in your presence. He looks at you you’ve given him life itself; although, something still feels off.
“Oiiii, Jung-kookkieeeeee.”
He bursts out in a bunny smile as he sits up in bed.
“Yesssss, Noonaaaaaaa.”
“You want dinner?”
“Absolutely–Wait why do you ask?”
“Oh, Namjoon and I were just thinking about you. He said this dish is your favorite, so why not share.”
His heart beats a little faster than he would like at that statement. He giggles as his cheeks turn pink.
“Ok, you want me to bring anything?”
“Just yourself. You’re more than enough.”
He knows you mean that statement jokingly, but he can’t stop thinking about it on the way to Namjoon’s house.
When he arrives at the front door, you open it with Namjoon’s oversized hoodie and dark sweats on; wooden spoon covered in sauce in hand as you smile with a “Welcome!” it clicks.
Jungkook has never liked two people for this long. He’s had short-term crushes that have occasionally coincided with his long-term ones, yet they have never been so in sync as with his love for you and Namjoon.
Rvike: Jungkookie
Rvike: Jungkookie
“Hi, Noona.” He gives a toothy smile making his chews feel warmer than they already are.
Rvike: Kookie, sing me a song please
He leans into his arm as he giggles rereading your comment. His long curls tickle his eye lids.
“Sing me a song, which one?”
Rvike: Any song you feel like singing
“Song I feel like singing? Mmmm–Oh I know.” He quickly grabs his mic and pulls up the lyrics for his chosen song.
“This one’s for you and Namjoon Noona!”
Mon amour
You know you free my soul
You ride my wave, I control
Rvike: your voice is like butter
Rvike: I want to date you Jungkook
He chuckles and leans his head down with his bangs framing his face. His heart feels like its being squeezed.
“How can you say thing like that on live?”
A small fear sets in. He can’t help but voice it as his eyes go slightly wide.
“What will Hyung say?”
Rvike: lmao that was RM
Oh. oh. It’s a surprise but the squeezing feeling doesn’t leave. It feels like the hands have been replaced with another, stronger pair.
Rvike: Jk marry me
Rvike: I love you
He throws his head down on the counter next to his whiskey. His body shakes with laughter and embarrassment. He raises his head to show his small tears and wide smile. He runs his hands through his hair, wishing it was either one of yours. Suddenly, his apartment feels too big for him and Bam.
Rvike: lmao he’s also drunk
“Hehe, sorry for making you take care of us Noona.”
Rvike: Don’t worry
Rvike: I’ll take care of you both for the rest of my life if I have to
His eyes scan the message and he giggles. Everything feels so light but heavy when he’s drunk.
“You’re so sweet Noona. I love you.
Rvike: I love you too Kookie
Rvike: I’ll go take care of Namjoonie
Rvike: call me if you need anything
“Okayyyyy, bye Noona.” He gives a small wave.
He’ll think about calling you for the rest of the night. He’ll dream about sleeping between you and Namjoon. His large chest on his back, wrapping his arm around his waist. Your smaller hand will hold onto Namjoon’s as your other one guides Jungkook’s head into your shoulder. Jungkook always feels so small around you both. You’ll laugh about his hair tickling you as you drag your leg around him and Namjoon. Jungkook will grab you by your waist closer, as he’s always wanted as he tells you to bear with it. He’ll smell your jasmine perfume mixed with Namjoon’s musk and booze scent as he falls into slumber. There he’ll wake up the next morning to you and Namjoon smiling with him; instead of an empty bed and a hangover.
Je t’aime, Mon amour
I’ve been wildin’
Your love is so violent
You givin’ me solace
If only he could.
Je t’aime, Mon amour
You make me wanna dive in
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