Hi Erin!! Because my friend tells me this literally at least twice a week: āIf I die, Iām haunting you first.ā with Namjoon or Jungkook (you chooseš) Love you!!
One:Ā Jeon Jungkook is a stuffed animal come to life, all big button eyes and bunny teeth.Ā Heās velvet soft, the rabbit from those old books;Ā he couldnāt hurt a fly even if he tried (not a spider, either, if his shrieking fits about them were any indication).Ā Heās rounded edges and silvery laughter, bells jumbled together in the pit of his stomach.Ā He is notĀ the kind of person youāre afraid of.
Two:Ā Jeon Jungkook hates surprises.Ā Heās always far too eager to be involved, to be in the know.Ā Whether good or bad, he needs to be looped in, begging and pleading and whining with that adorable pout of his.Ā It pulls his cheeks wide, cuts dimples deep, and rounds his lips until you canāt resist him any more.
Three:Ā Jeon Jungkook thinks heās neat and cool and suave.Ā He isnāt.Ā
You know he isnāt because he actually screams when he steps into the apartment, beleaguered in a way a twenty-something year old shouldnāt be.Ā (Heād blame it on the long hours heās been working, the overtime heās been forced to put in.Ā Youād say itās all the gaming he does when he gets home late, that keep him up until the early hours despiteĀ the fact he should know better.)
āSurprise!āĀ Ā Itās a chorus of voices, threaded with love and uttered with tenderness, but it might as well be the undying cries of a thousand spectres with how Jungkook reacts.Ā Heās clutching his chest, very much the picture of someone whoās short circuited, shoulders heaving with the breaths he takes.
Honestly, itās a funny sight.Ā Tall as he is, broad as he is, heās reduced to a wheezing mess as everyone laughs, the sounds melting together into a cacophany of affection.Ā Ā
Youāre crouched at his side, hand threaded through the buttery blue strands that stick to his forehead and curl haphazardly over his ears.Ā Ā āYou okay?āĀ Ā
āIf I die, Iām haunting you first.āĀ Maybe if he werenāt trying to catch his breath, made deaf by the thunderclap of his pulse in his ears, youād be more intimidated.Ā As it stands, you canāt help but snicker, pushing his hair back with that devilish smile of yours cemented in place.
āHappy birthday, baby.ā














