I want the K. GIVE ME MIDDLE SCHOOL AWKWARD WHEEKOOK FLUFF??
there’s something incredibly endearing about wheein being terrible at absolutely everything - and by everything, he means everything. they’re at a local arcade center today, and jungkook, trying to be a polished man of honor, doesn’t understand how he’s winning half these games when he’s deliberately trying to lose to his girlfriend.
she is so, so terrible, but she’s also so, so ridiculously cute, his cheeks are aching from smiling too much.
god, is this love. it must be. he’s so fucked.
they’re at the basketball shootout station, and although jungkook has missed every single shot of his (on purpose), sadly so has wheein. they’re nearing the end of the game, and jungkook isn’t even looking at his net at this point; eyes trained on wheein from the side, but she’s too focused on trying to win to note his not-so-lowkey pathetic pining.
so when she finally gets a ball in, he’s too distracted to realize she’s won, only belatedly finding out when she’s downright squealing in victory and launching herself into his arms; all crescent eyed, radiant smile, and stunning in every aspect. it happens quick, out of euphoric compulsion - in the moment, if you will - where she’s abruptly placing her palms on his cheeks and planting a swift kiss to his lips.
it shocks both of them enough to paralyze them, and he’s flushing right down to his toes when his brain finally catches up to what just happened. he’s not sure she saw that coming either because she’s gasping - probably flustered she’d, y'know, initiated their first kiss - before she’s slapping him across the face, as if he was the one who did the unmentionable deed.
“babe -” he breathes out, eyes wide, and he’s about to shamelessly ask if they can do it again, but she’s already turning around, shoulders hunched in embarrassment. and it’s a sign of how fucking whipped he is for her that he’s quickly pursuing her retreating figure, ready to apologize for whatever the hell he did wrong back there -
“wait, babe - i’m sorry -” he picks up his pace when she scurries out the door, trying not to laugh when she ducks her head, hands over her ears.
