Everything is embarrassing (1/2)
pairings : J.JK X FEM! READER - teaser
sypnosis : You thought your first kiss with your long-time crush was straight out of a movie… until you find out it was a dare. But what happens when he starts acting like he meant it.... just not when anyone’s watching?
contents : emotional manipulation, lying by omission, jealousy, first love, dare, violence, heartbreak, comfort, jungkook lowkey down bad, love triangle, rose! sister, namjoon!law student! sis boyfriend, stupidity, popular! jk, unpopular! oc, kind of an asshole/petty! jimin, playing in the beach, sudden kisses, slight making out, mixed signals, biker! jungkook, tell me if i missed more!!
genre : hidden relationship, unrequited love (kind of), slowburn, angst, slice of life, first love, cheating, love triangle, fluff, eventual smut, exes2lovers, jealousy, possesiveness...?, highschool au, first love au
notes : two part fic and it has another one named "he loves me not, he loves me" and that's the present time line where the exes2lovers will actually happen. both parts of this are the flashback but it can also be read as just as it is. inspired by everything is embarrassing by sky fierra, norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey, false god by taylor swift, party 4 u by charli xcx, lovers by anna of the north. okay... it's been awhile since i've written so please spare me.
word count : 8k
05/14/2017
You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, everything else just… stopped. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it might actually burst, the kind of pounding that made it impossible to think straight. His dark eyes held yours, steady and unblinking, like they were pulling you in, and you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.
He took a step closer, then another, until the space between you seemed to disappear. Your chest felt tight, your palms sweaty, but all you could focus on was him. The way the wind lightly tousled his hair, the way his gaze dropped. slowly, deliberately, to your lips.
And then it happened.
His lips pressed softly against yours, and for a second, you froze. Time stood still, the world fell silent, and it was just you two. Your breath caught, your mind raced. was this really happening? But when you felt the warmth of his lips move gently against yours, all that nervous energy melted into something softer, something warmer.
It was sweet and a little hesitant, like you were both trying to figure this out together. He sucked gently on your upper lip, and you shyly returned the kiss, your heart flipping over itself with every second. It felt like fireworks and butterflies and free falling all at once, everything you’d ever imagined and more.
When he finally pulled back, your whole body was buzzing. You were lightheaded, breathless, and completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. His lips were a little swollen, his cheeks slightly flushed as he smiled at you.
“Are you blushing?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing.
You couldn’t even speak. Your cheeks burned, and you could feel the heat spreading all the way to your ears.
“You’re so cute,” he said, letting out a soft laugh, and your insides went wild.
This was it. the moment you’d dreamed about for so long. The kiss, the timing, the way the breeze danced around you, it was perfect. It was everything. Your first kiss with Jungkook, your long. time crush, and it couldn’t have been more magical.
You wanted to kiss him again, but your chest was already so full of emotions you thought it might explode. So you just stood there, staring at him with a smile you couldn’t hold back, and hoped he could see just how much that moment meant to you.
You wanted to kiss him again, but you’re afraid of what more could happen, so you just stood there, staring at him with a smile you couldn’t hold back, and just hoped he was as genuine as you were, as the truth that speaks louder in the silence between you.
“Hey, Jungkook!” Jimin yells, almost laughing as he calls him back, snapping him out of the moment. Jungkook quickly drops his hands from your waist to his sides.
“Oh- uh, I gotta go…” he mumbles, lips curling into a smile before walking off to join his friends. You wave him off, fingers brushing your lips, eyes still lit up like you can still feel his kiss lingering there.
Later that night, you're curled up in your room, watching your favorite movie Flipped, that same soft smile still stuck on your face since earlier.
“Heeyyy…” You quickly pause the TV at the sound of your sister’s voice. Rose steps in with her usual teasing grin.
“Hey- hi!” you reply quickly, the glow still written all over your face.
“Heard someone got her first kiss today... and by her crush!” she squeals, plopping down at the edge of your bed with her signature smirk.
“Well… yeah,” you admit, eyes dropping shyly to your lap, your hands fidgeting.
“My lil’ sis is not so lil’ anymore,” she pouts playfully. “Did you like it, though?”
“Like it?” your voice drops to a whisper before you beam. “I loved it.”
Suddenly, you notice your mom in the doorway, laundry in her arms, curiosity in her eyes. “Our Y/N-ie got her first kiss?” she gasps, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Oh gosh… please don’t tell your dad. He might set up a full-on interrogation.”
You giggle, and both your mom and sister join in. “He definitely will,” Rose laughs. “That’s what he did with Namjoon...”
You all laugh, thinking back to that day. Namjoon standing awkwardly in the living room, dressed like he was heading into a board meeting. White button-up, a tie, blazer and trousers… honestly, a smart choice to meet your dad.
“What are your intentions with my daughter?” your dad asked, arms crossed, his voice deep and serious.
“Uhm... I- I have no bad intentions with your daughter, sir… I want to be her boyfriend,” Namjoon replied, his hands fidgeting under the table, leg bouncing nervously.
“Interesting choice of words, Namjoon.” Your dad leaned back slightly. Namjoon blinked, unsure if he passed or failed.
“What’s your major?”
“Poli sci, sir…”
“And your dream job?”
“Im going to be a lawyer.”
Your dad finally smiled, relaxing into his chair. “Good to know at least my daughter knows how to pick men.”
“And I hope you won’t be one of her boytoys,” he added with a grin, throwing a glance toward Rose, who groaned and burst into laughter with you.
Now, sitting beside you again, Rose nudges your side. “Guess it’s your turn now…”
“I… I don’t even know if he likes me back,” you admit softly, your fingers fiddling with your sleeves.
“Oh dear,” your mom says, sitting on the bed beside you. “A boy who kisses you like that? How could he not like you?”
“Plus,” Rose adds, “you’re smart, you’re pretty, and you’re so thoughtful and understanding.”
“I don’t know… I just… I’m scared,” you whisper.
“And why is that?” Rose asks, still smiling.
“It’s my first love, you know? I still cry watching romcoms... Am I even ready for love?”
Your mom reaches out, gently holding your hand. “You don’t need to rush it. But if you ever choose him... just remember this.” She glances at Rose with a soft smile. “I told your sister this when she got her first kiss, and now it’s your turn.”
She squeezes your hand gently. “it’s not love if you question it. If a boy makes you wonder whether he loves you or not- it’s not love. Don’t settle. Just leave. Choose yourself and choose what you’re feeling.”
Her smile deepens. “If a man really loves you, he’ll show you, let you feel it, let you hear it. Remember that.”
You sit there, cross-legged on the bed, quiet in thought as the warmth of their words wraps around you.
“I won’t bother your romcom time anymore,” Rose says, standing. “Come on, mom.”
They leave the room with soft smiles and full hearts, closing the door behind them.
And yet... your mind still drifts back to him.
The kiss.
You felt a kiss
You shushed the voices in your head full of questions… “it’s just a kiss… i shouldn’t… question it anymore- that’s already the answer..” i think to myself smiling.
The next day you were walking in the hallways of the school as you walk past by Jungkook alone.
“Hey!” he comes closer to you, his hands inside his pockets as if to ground himself.
“Hey!” you smile shyly and awkwardly, lips pressed together.
“So… we alright?” he asks, offering his hand for a handshake.
I didn't know whether I was dreaming or not.
“Sure…” I breathe out, accepting his handshake, staying there frozen in place, grinning ear to ear. Everything zooming out but Jungkook, who was right in front of me.
“Kook!-oh…” Jimin calls Jungkook, snapping me back to reality. Why does Jimin have to ruin everything?? Every time??
Jimin’s smile fades slowly, glancing at me and Jungkook’s hands together.
“Uh-” Jimin clears his throat. “The guys are calling you… and-” he looks at me before walking away with Jungkook. “Nothing…” Jimin mumbles under his breath as they both walk away, leaving me there, my hands waving at the air like a fucking weirdo until I felt someone tap my shoulder, startling me.
“God! Jihyo! You- you can’t just scare me like that!” I exclaim as she looks at me confused.
“Okay… why did I just see you with the Jeon Jungkook?” she teases, chuckling.
“Stop it! He might hear you…” I shush her up as we head to class.
-
You open your locker slower than usual, fingers tracing the edge of your books, your mind still stuck on that handshake. That tiny, stupid handshake. Why was it kind of cute?? Why was it playing on repeat in your head like a song you didn’t even mean to like??
You stuff your things in your bag, walking toward the gates when you spot him… Jungkook. alone, leaned back against the brick wall, one foot resting behind him like he’s in a magazine ad or something.
What. Is. Life.
He glances up, catching your eye, and- oh god… he smiles.
You feel your brain short-circuit as he walks up to you, backpack lazily hanging off one shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, voice low like it’s a secret.
“Hey,” you reply, heart pounding again. It needs to calm down.
“You uh… taking the bus?” he asks, almost too casually.
“No, waiting for my sister,” you say, not realizing your voice dropped too soft, too quick.
He nods, then just… stands there. Right next to you. No words, no movement, just… breathing.
You don’t even know what to do with your arms.
“I had fun… yesterday,” he says after a beat, looking straight ahead.
You blink. “What?”
He looks at you now. “The kiss. It was nice.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. Like he didn’t just launch you into mars with that sentence.
“Oh,” you say, trying not to combust. “Yeah… me too...
Then it’s silent again. He shuffles a bit, kicking at the gravel.
“Maybe we could… hang out sometime?” he says, not looking at you. “Like just us.”
You swear your soul left your body.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
He nods, then turns around and walks off like he didn’t just casually throw that out there and walk away like a movie character. You just stand there, frozen. Eyes wide. Still. Processing.
Your phone buzzes. Rose is here.
You walk toward the car, legs jelly, stomach upside down. You slide into the passenger seat and Rose raises a brow at you.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
You stare straight ahead. “I think I just got asked out. Kind of. Not really. I don’t even know.”
She chuckles. “Teenage girl problems.”
You smile, biting your lip. “Best kind of problems.”
-
The next few days passes by… you two started whispering “hey”s between desks. Nothing official, nothing loud. Just glances. Just stolen little things that feel bigger than they are.
Today, it was a shared smile across the cafeteria.
Yesterday, it was him brushing past you and whispering, “You smell good.”
The day before that, he texted you a heart. Just a heart. No context.
You screen-recorded it anyway.
okay… can you blame me??
It’s Friday now. After school. Rose had to stay late for some club thing with namjoon and your parents are out, so you’re just… walking. You don’t even know where. And you ended up near the basketball court… mostly empty except for a few guys tossing a ball around.
You’re about to turn back when you hear your name.
“Y/N!”
You blink.
It’s Jungkook.
Of course it is.
He jogs over, hair a little messy, hoodie tied around his waist, that one strand of hair falling over his eyes like he’s in some kind of daydream.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, still catching his breath.
You shrug. “Just walking. Rose ditched me.”
He smiles. “Come sit?”
And like you even had the strength to say no.
So you follow him, sitting on the far end of the court, away from everyone. The sun’s setting, warm and gold and a little too romantic for your own good. He tosses his water bottle down and stretches out his legs like he owns the sky.
He looks at you. “You ever think about leaving?”
You turn to him. “Leaving?”
“Yeah… like, just getting out of here. Going somewhere far. Starting fresh.”
You pause. “All the time.”
He hums. “Same.”
Silence.
“I like this,” he says suddenly.
You turn your head, blinking. “What?”
“This,” he repeats, nodding toward you. “Talking to you. Being with you. It’s easy.”
You don’t even know what to say. You’re trying not to stare too hard, not to read too much into it. But your heart is racing anyway.
He nudges your shoulder lightly. “Don’t overthink it.”
Too late.
You smile instead. “I won’t.”
But you will. God, you will
You just sit there for a while, quiet, watching the way the sky changes. You don’t say anything else because you don’t know what else to say. Your brain’s just looping “I like this” in his voice over and over and over.
And then you feel it.
His pinky brushes against yours.
You swear you almost forget how to breathe.
He doesn’t grab your hand or anything… just lets his pinky rest next to yours, barely touching. And it’s stupid. It’s so small. But you feel like you might melt right into the concrete.
You sneak a glance at him, and he’s not even looking at you. Just sipping water like it’s nothing. Like your heart isn’t trying to claw out of your chest.
“Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?” he asks, like it’s casual. Like it’s just… something people say.
“Like- hang out?” you repeat, immediately wanting to hit yourself.
He chuckles. “Yeah. You. Me. Something chill.”
You nod way too fast. “Yeah. Sure. Chill.”
Cool. Casual. Chill. What even is chill.
“Cool,” he says, and then he stands up, dusting his pants off, like you didn’t just share the most emotionally overwhelming moment of your entire life.
He picks up his bottle, slings his hoodie over his shoulder, and looks at you again.
“I’ll text you,” he says with a little grin.
You just sit there like a mannequin, nodding, lips pressed together like if you open your mouth you’ll say something stupid like “I’m naming our future children in my head.”
maybe jun-ho would be nice… or lila? okay… i should stop.
When he walks away, you wait a full ten seconds before letting out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. And then you lay back on the court, arms sprawled out, heart going completely feral.
What the hell was that.
What is this.
What is happening.
And why do you feel like you’re floating and dying at the same time.
This has to be what first love feels like.
Right?
BAM!
A basketball hits you square on the leg.
You jolt up, nearly falling sideways, blinking at the sudden reality check.
“Shit- sorry!” one of the guys on the court yells, jogging over to grab the ball.
You wave him off, cheeks warm, laughing awkwardly. “It’s okay!”
As if the universe really said ‘snap out of it, girl.’
You dust yourself off, pick up your bag, and start heading home. still slightly dazed. Every few steps you keep glancing at your phone like it might magically light up. And then it actually does.
But it’s just your sister. Outside.
Later that night, you’re in bed. In your comfiest shirt. Lying there staring at the ceiling like an idiot. A smile stuck to your face like it's glued on.
You can’t even explain it.
It’s not just happiness. It’s more like… this floaty feeling in your chest. Like your heart is blushing. Like you’re glowing from the inside out.
Your stomach flips every time you replay it in your head. Every word. Every look. Every almost.
There’s no better way to put it.
You feel like you're falling.
Your phone buzzes.
You sit up way too fast.
jeon jungkook: you home yet?
You stare at the screen for a second before replying. Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird.
you: yeah just got in bed lol
A pause. Then:
jeon jungkook: i had fun talking to you today.
you: me too :’)
He starts typing. Stops. Starts again. You stare at the dots like they owe you something.
jeon jungkook: you’re really easy to talk to. i like that.
Your heart goes crazy. Like full-blown fireworks-in-your-throat kind of crazy.
you: aw… really? i was so nervous the whole time lol
jeon jungkook: why nervous?
you: idk. it’s you.
jeon jungkook: is that a good thing or a bad thing lol
you: good. i think. i don’t know.
You bury your face in your pillow. You’re gonna combust.
jeon jungkook: you’re cute when you’re awkward
you: i’m always awkward
jeon jungkook: yeah so you’re always cute then
You stop breathing for a second. You literally stop breathing.
you: shut uppp 😭
He sends a laughing emoji. Then a heart. Just one.
You screenshot it immediately and pretend you didn’t.
Then the texts keep coming:
You talk about random things.
Childhood. Songs you like. Teachers you both hate.
He tells you his favorite movie is Spirited Away because “the music makes everything feel like a dream.”
You tell him you cried watching A Silent Voice.
He tells you he cried too.
You pretend not to be shocked by that.
jeon jungkook: do you believe in soulmates?
You stare at that one for a long time.
you: idk. maybe. do you?
jeon jungkook: yeah. not always in a romantic way though.
you: what do you mean?
jeon jungkook: like some people are just meant to pass through your life and change you. even if they don’t stay.
You read it three times.
You don’t know what to say, so you just send:
you: that’s actually really beautiful.
jeon jungkook: yeah
You stare at your phone. Blinking. Breathing way too hard. What does that even mean. What are you supposed to do with that.
You don’t reply right away. You can’t. So you send:
you: you’re confusing sometimes
jeon jungkook: i know. i confuse myself too
And that feels like the most honest thing he’s said all night.
The clock says 2:43 AM.
you: we should sleep
jeon jungkook: probably lol
jeon jungkook: but i don’t really want to
You smile at your screen like a loser.
you: same
jeon jungkook: goodnight y/n
jeon jungkook: for real this time
you: goodnight jungkook
❤️
You turn your phone off and hug it to your chest. Your face is burning. Your heart won’t sit still.
It’s too much. But it’s also not enough.
Whatever this is…
You're already too deep.
You weren’t sure what to expect.
the next day he just texted “pick you up at 8. wear something cute.”
You stared at your closet for a full hour.
In the end, you went with a white fitted shirt, a brown plaid mini skirt.
Tights. Small boots. Just enough makeup just to look pretty for him.
You wrap your arms around yourself when the wind hits your arms. It’s cold. Of course it’s cold.
And then you hear the soft hum of an engine pulling up outside.
You peek through the blinds.
Motorbike, Of course.
You step out into the night, pulling your sleeves down even though it doesn’t help.
Jungkook takes one look at you and blinks. Like his brain short-circuits for a second.
“Damn,” he says under his breath.
You raise a brow, smirking slightly. “What?”
“You look good,” he mutters, shaking his head like he’s trying to snap out of it.
Then he notices you hugging yourself and sighs.
“Here.”
He shrugs off his black bomber jacket and hands it to you. “You’ll freeze otherwise.”
You hesitate, just for a second.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “I’ll survive.”
You slide it on. It’s warm. Smells like him. You try not to think about it too much.
He helps you onto the back of his bike, tells you to hold on tight. You do.
The ride is fast, loud, freezing, but all you can think about is the way his jacket wraps around you like a second skin.
You expect somewhere quiet. Maybe a view. A late night walk. Something... small.
But then the neon lights hit your eyes.
A club. a fucking club.
Your heart drops just a little.
“This is it,” he says, grinning.
You force a smile. “Cool.”
You step inside and it’s already too much. The lights. The sweat. The sound. You’ve been to a club before but it’s not your thing. And this… isn’t what you expected.
You thought it was gonna be just you two.
Like he said.
And then you see them.
Taehyung, and jimin
Jimin glances over the rim of his glass when he sees you.
He doesn’t say anything. Just stares.
You look away first.
Taehyung waves Jungkook over and suddenly you’re left standing near the bar, still in his jacket, trying not to look like you feel out of place.
Jungkook turns to you. “You want anything to drink?”
You nod, even though you’re not sure what you want.
You just don’t want to feel this.
You thought this night was gonna feel special. Quiet. Yours.
Instead, it feels like an afterthought.
Jimin passes by again, brushing past you, and for a second your eyes meet.
There’s something there. Something unspoken.
But he just downs his drink and keeps walking.
You hold onto your glass tighter. Sip slower. Try to convince yourself this is fine.
That you’re fine.
This wasn’t the first time you drank.
It’s just the first time it tasted more like disappointment than anything else.
The music gets louder. Or maybe your head just feels heavier.
You swirl your straw around the melting ice in your drink, trying to ground yourself, trying not to look like you’re checking the door every two minutes.
Jungkook’s across the room now. laughing with Taehyung about something, Jimin sitting between them like a ghost.
You catch Jungkook’s eyes for a second and smile softly.
He smiles back. But it’s not the kind that reaches his eyes.
It’s quick. Too quick.
You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there. Fifteen minutes? Twenty? The drink’s warm now. Your tights feel itchy. His jacket is still draped around you like a safety blanket, but even that’s starting to feel a little heavy.
Then suddenly he’s back. Right in front of you.
“You good?” he asks, voice low.
You nod way too fast. “Yeah. Mhm. Just- loud in here.”
He doesn’t say anything for a second. Just looks at you.
Really looks.
And then without a word, he turns and walks back to the booth. Grabs his stuff. His phone. His keys.
Leans down to Taehyung. “We’re heading out.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow but just nods.
Jimin doesn’t say anything at first, just lifts his head lazily from Taehyung’s shoulder and blinks at you.
Then his eyes drop to the jacket you’re still wearing.
Jungkook’s jacket.
And it’s like something shifts in his expression for a split second before he looks away again.
“Come on,” Jungkook says, holding his hand out for your drink so he can toss it. “Let’s go.”
You stand up slowly, heartbeat too loud in your chest. You’re not even sure why. It’s not like you asked him to leave. But he noticed. And he left with you.
Outside, the cold air hits your legs instantly and you hug the jacket closer to your body, biting the inside of your cheek as you walk with him toward the bike.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” you ask softly, looking up at him. “I mean… we both drank…”
He swings a leg over the bike and glances back at you, that half-grin forming again. “I’m fine. I didn’t drink that much. You okay getting on?”
You nod, trying not to look too excited.
You’re still not used to the way your heart acts around him. Like it’s permanently offbeat.
You wrap your arms around his waist again as he starts the bike, the sound of the engine low and steady. The wind is cold, sharp against your skin, but the warmth of his jacket helps. The ride is quieter this time. Less thrill, more calm. You lean your cheek against his back and close your eyes for a second.
You don’t even realize where you’re going until the sound changes.
Until it’s quieter, No music, No cars.
Just waves.
He parks near the edge of a small, rocky path that leads down to the beach. It’s dark, but the moon’s bright enough to light the way.
He helps you off the bike and nods toward the sand.
“Come on.”
You hesitate, then follow him down.
The beach is empty. Of course it is.
No one else thought to come here tonight.
You slip off your boots at the edge of the sand, carrying them by the straps as you walk. The wind tugs at your hair, cold and sharp, but it feels better here. You feel lighter. Freer.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks with you. A little ahead. A little beside.
Then he drops down in the sand and pats the spot next to him.
You sit. Hug your knees. The bomber jacket feels huge on you now. You let it.
“Didn’t think clubs were your thing,” he says suddenly, gaze on the water.
You blink. “They’re not.”
He lets out a breath, almost like a laugh. “Should’ve figured.”
You don’t answer right away. Just watch the waves roll in and out. You wish you could bottle this moment. This feeling. It’s nothing big. Just quiet. But it feels like everything.
“I just thought maybe… you’d like it,” he adds. “The noise. The energy.”
“I like this better,” you say, almost in a whisper.
He glances over.
You glance down.
He picks up a handful of sand and lets it fall between his fingers. “Next time, I’ll ask first.”
You smile. “Next time?”
He smirks. “If you want.”
You nod. “Yeah. I do.”
It’s silent again. But it’s not awkward. It’s the kind of silence that makes your chest feel full.
You’re still hugging your knees when he looks at you again. Really looks.
“You’re different,” he says.
Your brows knit. “Different?”
He nods, slow. “Not in a bad way. Just… I don’t know. You make everything feel slower.”
You try not to read too much into it. But your heart’s already holding onto every word.
“You make everything feel like… not everything has to be loud all the time,” he says.
You don’t know what to say to that. So you just whisper, “You do too.”
He leans back on his elbows, legs stretched out, face tilted toward the stars.
You lean beside him.
And for a while, neither of you say anything. You just listen to the ocean. The wind. The sound of being somewhere that isn’t pretending.
The breeze picks up, brushing over your legs, and you shiver just a little, hugging your knees closer.
You glance over at Jungkook. He’s still leaned back, eyes on the stars like he’s trying to memorize something. The quiet stretches, but not in a bad way. Just… in a way that feels like breathing.
Your gaze shifts to the shoreline. waves rolling in slow and lazy. The kind of waves that ask to be touched.
Your legs itch to move. The tights are starting to feel weird and clingy, and honestly? You just want to feel the water.
You sit up, slipping off the jacket for just a second to pull at the waistband of your tights. You wiggle out of them awkwardly, trying to be subtle, but Jungkook notices. He blinks, then laughs softly.
“You stripping already?” he teases, raising a brow.
You throw your tights at him. “Shut up.”
He catches them and holds them up like a trophy. “Damn. First my jacket, now this?”
You roll your eyes, standing barefoot in the sand. “I just wanna feel the water.”
“You’re gonna freeze.”
“Then I’ll blame you,” you say, already stepping toward the waves, the cold sand squishing under your toes.
He watches you for a second, amused. “You’re actually serious.”
You glance back over your shoulder. “You coming or what?”
And that’s all it takes.
He stands up, kicks off his shoes, jogs toward you with that stupid grin, and suddenly you’re both running toward the shoreline like kids.
The water hits your ankles and it’s so cold you scream, backing up instinctively, but laughing the whole time.
Jungkook charges forward, splashing into it like a maniac. “Come on, it’s not that bad!”
“You’re insane,” you laugh, hugging yourself.
He turns to face you, water swirling around his legs, hair messy from the wind. “Just try it.”
You take a shaky breath, then run in anyway. squealing as the cold hits your skin, hands flailing as you splash toward him.
You don’t know how long you stay out there. Ten minutes? Twenty? The cold stops mattering. You’re wet, laughing, breathless, and everything feels like it’s glowing from the inside out.
At one point he reaches for your hand, spinning you around, your feet sinking into the sand as you laugh too hard to care how ridiculous you look.
Then he lets go. too fast, and you stumble forward, catching yourself on his chest.
For a second, neither of you move.
His hands come up, gently holding your arms.
Your breath catches.
Your fingers curl into his shirt without meaning to.
You look up and He looks down at you.
It’s quiet again and your heart does that thing where it feels too full.
But then he pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck with a soft laugh. “You’re freezing.”
You sniff, pretending you’re not disappointed. “It’s fine. I’m used to poor life decisions.”
He laughs, and you both trudge back to the sand, wet and cold and completely alive.
Eventually, the cold starts to sink into your skin again. the kind that makes your fingertips sting a little. You both stop talking. You’re just sitting there, his jacket wrapped around you like a hug you didn’t know you needed.
“We should probably head back,” Jungkook says, his voice quieter now.
You nod slowly. You don’t want the night to end. But your legs are still wet and freezing, and the stars won’t wait forever.
By the time you’re back at the bike, your tights are still bunched up in your bag. You awkwardly try to put them back on, stumbling a little as you hop around on one foot.
“Here,” Jungkook says, crouching down in front of you. “Let me.”
He helps you with your boots carefully pulling them on over your tights like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hands are warm. Steady.
You don’t say anything. You just watch him. Memorize the way his brows furrow slightly when he’s focused. The way he doesn’t say a word, just helps.
Once you're back on the bike, your hands grip his jacket tight around your waist. You think he’s going to ask for it back once you get home.
But he doesn’t.
The ride is quiet. The kind of quiet that fills you up instead of making you feel alone.
When you pull into your driveway, the porch light is still off, but another car is parked nearby.
You squint.
It’s Namjoon’s car.
You barely step off the bike before the front door opens.
Namjoon and Rose are just getting home.
He’s in one of his classic boyfriend-material outfits. button-up, cardigan, black jeans.
She’s in a mini skirt, of course.
Wearing skirts runs in your blood, apparently.
They both pause in the driveway, watching.
Jungkook steps closer to you, hands still in his pockets.
“I’ll text you when I get home,” he says softly.
And before you can reply, he leans in. presses the softest, warmest kiss to your cheek.
Then one on your lips. Gentle. Like a promise.
Your heart absolutely cracks.
“Goodnight,” he says. A little smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
You just stand there. Completely still.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow.
Rose doesn’t even hide her smirk.
Jungkook gets back on his bike, gives you one last look, then drives off. his tail light fading down the street like the ending to a movie.
You’re still standing there, frozen, your fingers gripping the hem of the bomber jacket like it’s holding you together.
Your other hand comes up to your mouth, trying to hide your smile.
But it’s no use.
It’s already spilling out.
You wake up with your phone still in your hand. Screen dark, battery almost dead. But the second you plug it in, it lights up:
jeon jungkook: home safe :) sleep well, y/n.
You don’t even answer right away. You just stare at it, blinking slowly, your heart doing flips under your blanket.
You can still feel where he kissed you.
You can still smell the ocean.
You can still feel his jacket around your shoulders like it belongs there.
Everything feels light. Too light. Like you’re floating.
You hug your pillow and let out the softest, most embarrassing squeal into it. Quiet enough not to wake anyone. Loud enough to feel it in your toes.
You sit in the backseat of Namjoon’s car, legs crossed, chin resting against your hand, eyes staring out the window like you’re in a music video. The bomber jacket is still on. of course it is. You didn’t even think about leaving it at home.
Rose turns around from the passenger seat, eyebrows already raised, and you can feel her staring at you.
“So…” she says, dragging out the word. “You and lover boy disappeared last night.”
You blink slowly. “We just… left early.”
“Right,” she says, smirking. “Early. Sure.”
Namjoon glances at you through the rearview mirror. “Was that a kiss I saw at the doorstep?”
Your mouth opens and closes. “I-”
“She had that look, Joon,” Rose says, turning back around, kicking her feet up on the dash like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “The 'I got kissed and I feel like im in a romcom movie' look.”
You bury your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”
Namjoon chuckles. “Just saying. Looked like a goodnight kiss to me.”
“It was,” Rose sings. “On the lips. Like real kiss. Not a high school cheek-peck. We saw everything.”
“You guys are literally the worst,” you mumble.
“Correction,” Rose says, turning back to look at you again, “I’m your older sister. This is in the job description.”
You pull the jacket tighter around you. “Can we not make this a thing, please?”
Namjoon laughs under his breath. “Too late.”
Rose tilts her head, softening just a little. “So? Are you okay?”
You blink. “What?”
“Just making sure,” she says. “You know. That this feels good. That it feels right.”
You pause.
It does.
At least… it did.
You nod slowly. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
Rose studies you for a second longer before smiling. “Good. You deserve the slow, sweet kind of love, okay? Don’t let some boy turn it into chaos.”
Namjoon hums. “Says the girl who made me wait four months before letting me hold her hand.”
“Character development,” she says simply, then turns around again.
You rest your head against the window, jacket zipped up to your chin.
Still warm.
Still smelling like salt and safety and something that almost feels like love.
Namjoon pulls up in front of school, the engine idling.
“Text me if you want a ride home,” Rose says, waving lazily.
You smile, grabbing your bag. “Thanks. Love you.”
“Tell lover boy I said hi,” Namjoon calls out just as you shut the door.
You walk into school with your heart in your throat and his jacket on your shoulders.
You carry the bomber jacket all morning like it weighs something more than it should.
Folded neatly over your arm, pressed against your side, still warm somehow. You didn’t wear it today. part of you thought maybe he’d want it back. That maybe you’d see him, smile, hand it over, and he’d say something like “Keep it a little longer.”
But you haven’t seen him yet.
Not really.
You did see the back of his head in the courtyard before first period.
He was with a bunch of people. Loud. Laughing.
You walked a little faster. Heart picking up.
“Jungkook!”
You said it loud enough for him to hear.
You swear you did.
But he didn’t turn around.
Didn’t look.
Didn’t even pause.
And you stood there for a second, jacket clutched to your chest, like maybe someone had pressed pause on your life.
Then you shook it off.
Maybe he didn’t hear you, Maybe it was just too loud.
Maybe.
Later, you were walking into the gym, jacket in hand, when you spotted Jungkook near the basket.
“Hey!” you waved, lifting the bomber jacket slightly in greeting.
Without missing a beat, he leaned in and kissed you on the lips before even saying hi.
You swear your heart dropped right into your stomach. soft and heavy and fluttering all at once.
“Are you sure you want me to keep this…?” you asked, holding the jacket up.
“Mhm… want you to keep it. Looks good on you,” he smiled, taking it gently from your hands just to slip it back over your shoulders himself. His hands rested there for a moment, patting them softly, like he was really taking in the sight.
“Wanna stay here in the gym for a bit?” he asked, already sitting down and patting the floor beside him.
And of course you do.
You sit, legs stretched out beside his, still warm in his jacket, still trying to keep your heart from jumping out of your chest.
“I really liked last night…” he says after a second, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
“I liked it too…” you smile back, cheeks already heating up.
But then
Jimin.
You didn’t notice him until he was already there, grabbing a ball from the basket. You were too caught up in everything right in front of you. Too caught up in Jungkook. How can you notice him when the jeon jungkook is right infront of you??
Jimin’s gaze lingered. Longer than it should’ve.
Maybe he was wondering what it would be like if he were in Jungkook’s place.
Or maybe he was thinking about how you’d react if you ever found out the truth.
That your first kiss… was a dare.
Maybe this whole thing still is.
But that’s up to Jungkook. If he means it.
And Jimin… he knows the truth.
After all he’s the one who dared him in the first place anyway.
Before Jungkook could even pull you in again, Jimin had already turned and walked out fast, like he couldn’t take it.
But you didn’t notice that either.
Because all you could feel was Jungkook. His hands. His mouth.
Everything around you slowed the second he pressed his lips back onto yours. One hand behind your head, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you into him. And you kissed him back, a little braver this time—tongue brushing against his, soft, slow, just testing.
He let you.
He opened his lips more, let you take control.
He reached for your hand on the floor and brought it to his neck, making you wrap your arms around him. Pulling you closer. Closer. Until you could barely breathe.
“Mmm…” You let a soft moan slip out, couldn’t help it—and it sent a shiver down his spine.
To him, this didn’t feel like a dare anymore.
He was starting to know you, Starting to like you.
And deep down, he hoped this could actually last.
You pulled away first, lips red, chest heaving, heart wild.
“I-” you started, barely able to speak.
But Jungkook only smiled, cupping your face gently in his hands.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispered, giving you one last peck on the lips before getting up, leaving you there on the gym floor. flushed and grinning like an idiot.
You bit your lip to stop from smiling too hard.
Too late. You were already in deep.
You stood up on wobbly legs, your whole body jelly, like you could melt through the floor and disappear.
But of course, right as you were about to sneak out, your PE teacher caught you.
“Y/N. What are you doing here during class?”
You blinked. “I… I was just-”
“Detention.”
You groaned, rolling your eyes, already pulling out your phone.
you: hey so i’m in detention… no need to pick me up today
you: don’t wanna take your time
kookcutie: you have my time y/n, i’ll wait :)
you: really?
kookcutie: of course. just text me when detention’s done okay?
you: thanks kook! :)
You pause before sending it. Typing out the nickname.
Testing it out.
kookcutie: ❤️
You shut your phone, pressing it to your chest.
Everything felt louder. Brighter.
Like the whole world was glowing from the inside out.
“Fucking hell, no,” Jimin mutters to the our english teacher.
“What was that?” she snaps.
“What- I didn’t even say it to you!” Jimin exclaims.
“I don’t like those words in my presence, Jimin. You know that.”
Jimin groans. “Fine.”
Later, you’re already in the detention room, slumped in the chair, your head on the desk, Jungkook’s jacket bunched up under your cheek like a makeshift pillow. You stare out the window, the sun starting to dip.
And then the door opens.
You lift your head slowly.
And Jimin walks in.
You don’t look up when the door clicks shut. You already know who it is.
Jimin drops into the seat a few desks over like the whole world’s annoying him. The room’s quiet except for the soft hum of the old overhead lights and the occasional squeak of his shoe against the tile.
You keep your eyes on the window. Try to pretend the jacket under your cheek doesn’t still smell like ocean and Jungkook and something that felt real just hours ago.
Then you hear it.
“You and Jungkook a thing now?”
His voice is dry. Flat. Laced with something that sounds like mockery… and maybe jealousyy
You glance up slowly. “What?”
He scoffs under his breath, arms crossed like the whole situation is funny. “Didn’t take you long.”
You blink, sitting up straight now, jacket slipping off your shoulder slightly. “Why are you-”
“I mean,” he interrupts, leaning back in his chair like this is all so casual, “he kissed you once and now you’re wearing his jacket like you’re his girl or something.”
Your heart lurches. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.
Jimin shrugs. “Whatever. Guess he’s good at pretending.”
That stings. Sharp.
“What’s your problem?” you ask, quietly.
He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. Just bitterness.
“You do know that first kiss was a dare, right?”
And just like that… Everything inside you goes still.
Like time stops. Like someone hit pause on your chest.
You stare at him. And he just looks back, arms still crossed, jaw tight.
You try to say something. Anything. But the words won’t come.
“I mean…” Jimin continues, eyes dropping for a second, “you really thought it was real?”
You don’t respond. Because if you do, you’ll break. Right here. Right now.
You turn your face away, blinking fast. Your hands clutch at the edge of the jacket on your lap. His jacket. The one he told you to keep. The one he kissed you in.
“He didn’t tell you?” Jimin says quieter now. “Of course he didn’t.”
You still don’t speak.
Because how could you?
You feel it. The cold. The ache. That slow, sinking feeling like you’ve just been pulled underwater without warning.
You press your lips together and nod once. Not because you're okay. Just because you want him to stop.
Jimin lets out a slow breath. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s regret. But he doesn’t take it back.
“Don’t get all sad about it,” he mutters. “It’s not like he was the only one who wanted to kiss you.”
That makes your head snap up.
But he’s already turned away, facing the front of the room, foot tapping anxiously like he didn’t just rip something out of you and leave it there on the floor.
You sit there, hands shaking quietly in your lap.
And you don’t cry. Not yet. Because even your tears feel like they don’t know what to do.
You look down at your phone.
kookcutie: you done there? just text me when you’re done :)
kookcutie: was wondering if i could take u to drive through after detention too?
You bite your lips.
Your fingers hover over the keyboard.
Your mind’s spinning. Everything Jimin just said echoing like a bad song on loop.
But then you look at his name again.
The heart he sent. The jacket you’re still wearing. The way he looked at you before kissing you like he meant it.
And maybe it was a dare.
But maybe it isn’t anymore. you hope.
Your thumbs move before your brain can catch up.
you: sure :)
You hit send.
Quick. Like ripping off a band-aid.
Even though your chest still feels raw underneath.
From the corner of your eye, you catch Jimin glance over.
Just a second. Just enough.
He scoffs. Loud enough for you to hear. Loud enough to be on purpose.
“What?” you ask, not even looking at him.
“Nothing,” he says, leaning back again, arms crossed tight over his chest. “Just didn’t take you for the type to fall for that crap.”
You blink slowly. “Fall for what?”
He shrugs. “The fake good guy act. The texting hearts and giving a jacket? classic.”
You don’t say anything.
You just look back out the window, jaw clenched.
Jimin leans forward, arms resting on the desk now, voice lower. “You think he’s texting just you? You think you’re special?”
You turn to him. “Why are you being like this?”
He doesn’t answer right away.
Just stares at you. Like he’s chewing on his words.
“Because you’re not supposed to matter this much,” he mutters under his breath.
You blink. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says again, sharper now. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when this all blows up in your face.”
You feel your throat tighten. That slow burn that builds behind your eyes when you’re not sure if you’re about to cry or explode.
You don’t speak.
You just look down at your hands, twisting the sleeves of the jacket tighter around your fingers.
He leans back again, dragging a hand through his hair, eyes closing like he’s trying to shut himself up before he says more than he should.
And for the rest of detention, you sit in silence.
Jimin staring at the ceiling.
You staring at your phone.
Waiting for it to light up again.
Waiting for him.
For Jungkook.
Later, when detention ends, Jungkook is already waiting outside.
But not on the bike this time.
His car.
He’s parked right at the front, one arm hanging lazily out the window, music playing low like he’s in some kind of drama scene and doesn’t even know it.
You slide into the passenger seat slowly. His bomber jacket still around your shoulders.
He smiles at you, wide, warm, like nothing is wrong.
Like everything’s okay.
“Hey,” he says, his hand reaching across the console to rest gently on your thigh. His other hand stays on the wheel like it’s second nature.
And maybe it is.
Maybe he’s done this before.
You try not to think about that.
“How was detention?” he asks, his thumb brushing soft little circles against your leg.
You force a small smile. “Fine…”
Just that. Nothing else.
He doesn’t push it.
But you feel it. his eyes flicker to you, then back to the road. He notices. He always notices.
You stare out the window.
Not really seeing anything.
Just feeling too much.
The silence is louder than it should be. The car hums beneath you, and your body feels too still. Too aware of every little touch. Every little beat of your heart.
Your mom’s voice echoes in your head.
“It’s not love if you question it.” And god, you want to believe her.
You want to believe that this isn’t love. That it shouldn’t be.
That if it hurts, it isn’t right.
But then you glance at him.
The way his hand fits so perfectly on your thigh.
The way he hums softly to the music playing.
The way he looks so calm. Like nothing’s wrong. Like it’s just you and him and this car and this moment.
And you want this.... You want him.
Even if it’s already starting to break you.
Even if part of you knows this might all be temporary.
You’re still here.
Still sitting in his passenger seat.
Still pretending your heart isn’t slowly shattering inside your chest.
Because if this is a risk,
If this is a fall,
Then maybe you’re willing to stupidly take it anyway.
The McDonald’s parking lot is nearly empty. The glow of the red and yellow sign flickers gently through the windshield as Jungkook pulls into a spot.
He turns the engine off, but the music stays on. kow and soft, barely there. Like background noise to something much bigger.
“Wait here,” he says, giving your thigh a soft squeeze before getting out of the car.
You blink, watching him jog to the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up, one hand in his pocket like he’s done this a thousand times.
A few minutes later, he comes back with your sundae and fries.
Your favorite combo.
He remembered.
He hands it to you with a grin. “I got extra fudge ‘cause you’re obsessed with it.”
You take the sundae, lips twitching into a small smile. “Thanks…”
You sit in silence for a second before dipping one of your fries into the ice cream.
He looks at you like you’ve just committed a crime. “What the hell are you doing?”
You blink. “You’ve never done this?”
“No? You’re dipping fries into ice cream.”
You hold one out to him. “Just try it.”
He narrows his eyes, leans over, takes it with his mouth, and chews slowly.
Then freezes.
“…Okay wait. That’s actually good.”
You laugh, softly. “Told you.”
You keep dipping, keep eating, and for a second it almost feels normal again. Like your mind didn’t just spiral an hour ago in a silent detention room. Like your chest isn’t carrying two different versions of this boy right now.
You lean forward to take another bite when you feel it.
Cold. Sticky.
A drip of ice cream lands right on the corner of your lip.
Before you can reach for a napkin
Before you can even react
Jungkook leans in.
His mouth brushes over the corner of your lips, tongue quick and soft, licking the ice cream off like it’s nothing. Like it’s easy. Like it’s normal.
Your whole body goes still.
Then he leans back, licking his own lips with a playful grin.
“Tastes better from you,” he smirks.
You stare at him.
Not because of what he did.
But because of what it made you feel.
Like everything else disappeared.
Like your heart was suddenly brand new again.
Like maybe…. just maybe you’re not being stupid.
But then your mom’s voice plays in your head again.
“If a man really loves you, he’ll do his best. He’ll show you. Let you feel it. And hear it.”
And tonight…
He did show you, He let you feel it.
And maybe he hasn’t said it.
Maybe he doesn’t even realize it yet.
But you see it in the way he looks at you.
The way he wipes your mouth like he’s done it forever.
The way he eats your weird fry-sundae combo without complaining.
Maybe there’s a chance.
Maybe he is trying.
Maybe this time, it’s not a dare.
His hand rests on your thigh again, thumb tracing soft, lazy circles.
You’re holding the empty sundae cup in your lap, smile still lingering, mouth still tingling from the way he kissed you.
He pulls up in front of your house and shifts into park, the engine humming low beneath you.
“There’s no class tomorrow…” he says, glancing at you with that same soft look that always makes your chest go stupid. “Wanna go somewhere? Just you and me. Whole day.”
Your heart skips. Actually skips.
But you wince. “My dad’s not gonna let me go out for the whole day…”
Jungkook nods slowly. “What if I ask?”
You blink. “Like… ask my dad? For permission?”
He just smiles, leaning back in the seat like it’s nothing. “Yeah. If that’s what it takes.”
Your jaw drops a little. “You do realize that means he’ll interrogate you for at least an hour, right? Like suit and tie, job interview energy.”
Jungkook grins wider. “I’ll survive.”
You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You don’t know what you’re signing up for.”
“Don’t care,” he says simply.
Then he leans in.
And this time, it’s not soft.
Not playful.
Not quick.
It’s slow. Deep.
The kind of kiss that speaks for him before he’s ready to say anything out loud.
His hand finds your jaw, the other sliding behind your neck as he leans across the console, lips parting against yours like he’s giving you something. everything.
He kisses you like he means it, like he’s trying to tell you something.
Like he doesn’t want it to end.
And it doesn’t.
Not until you pull away.
Because in every kiss, it’s always you.
If you don’t stop him, he never will.
You’re both breathless when you part. Your forehead resting against his for a second before you gather the strength to move.
“Text me when you’re inside,” he mumbles.
You nod, cheeks hot, trying to smile without fully melting. “Okay…”
You open the car door slowly, stepping out like your legs are made of jelly.
You wave to him once before turning and walking up the steps to your door.
And of course, here they are.
Rose and Namjoon.
Your sister in one of her mini skirts, arms crossed and smirking.
Namjoon next to her with a mug in hand and that same “older brother but not your older brother” look on his face.
“Having fun, little Casanova?” Rose grins.
You groan, clutching the bomber jacket tighter around you. “Can we not-”
“He kissed you, didn’t he?” she gasps.
Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “That long of a kiss in a car? Should I be concerned?”
You open the door dramatically. “You’re both so annoying.”
But you’re smiling.
Even with your heart a little unsure, even with your mind echoing old doubts yet you’re still smiling.
Because for now…
It feels real.
And for now…
That’s enough.
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