cafuné - (brazilian portuguese)
“the act of running your fingers through your lover’s hair; among the few words that cannot be directly translated into english”
Pairing: Jungkook / ♀ Reader
Rating: M for Mature
Genre(s): 🍭 Fluff, 💔 (like five seconds of) Angst, 🔞 Smut
WC: 9,458
Warnings: Sexual content, porn with feelings, dry humping, like i’m talking thigh riding, coming in pants, dirty talk, discussion of exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics if you squint, baby boy jungkook, uhhh swearing, mentions of drinking to the point of blacking out. God this sounds filthy but I promise it’s #soft If there’s anything I’ve forgotten to warn for please bring it to my attention!! I haven’t slept in two days I’d appreciate the help. This isn’t beta’d, either, so watch out for that too, I guess
Summary: [A kiss-and-confess in an alternate universe, originally written as part of a much larger chapter fic, my library/roommates au. It took off in another direction and no longer fits within the scope of that timeline, and the scene had to be re-written. So now this is a standalone getting-together oneshot, because it was too cute of a concept to scrap.] TL;DR: talking to Jungkook about your Feelings™ and making out for like 8k words. It’s, like, slowburn without the slow. So I guess that makes it… all… burn… 🔥 👀
Theoretically, there’s a big difference between a kiss and a cup of tea. One might even call it obvious.
Indeed in practice, there’s a big difference between a kiss and a cup of tea.
Both in theory and in practice, kisses and teacups are difficult to confuse.
The point is, don’t ask how the hell you managed to screw that one up, because you don’t know, either.
What you know is, you knocked on Jungkook’s open bedroom door after putting the electric kettle on for yourself.
What you know is, he waved you in from where he sat on the bed, and you crossed the floor to peer over his shoulder at what he was working on, and he let you lean in close enough to glimpse the video editing program he had open for a quick look before he pushed the laptop closed and asked you how your day was.
What you know is, you gave him the radio edit, secured a promise from him to let you watch his project when he was finished, and then offered to bring him some tea, if he wanted any.
What you know is, he beamed at you in reply, eyebrows way up under his bangs, and he asked you for green tea.
Then, you grinned and told him, “Of course.”
Then, you turned to go. Your brain said, “Give him a cup of green tea.”
Now, theoretically, you know the difference between a kiss and a cup of tea.
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