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iibons · 6 years ago

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hello! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ I just wanted to say that I read your jungkook fluff scenario and it was just the cutest little thing I read in a while :) i’m always a sucker for a lil flustered jk!

omg :( this is the sweetest thing ever i love you

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iibons · 6 years ago

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the language of the flowers as a concept is so romantic. say things with a bouquet, with a handful of petals, with a single blossom representing your devotion

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iibons · 6 years ago

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in the heat of summer

genre: fluff

word count: 1439

pairing: jungkook x mc

warnings: none

a kaleidoscope of flavors flashes across his irises; bear claw: dark chocolate ice cream filled with chocolate-coated cashews and swirled with a luscious thick golden caramel. candy bar: peanut butter ice cream with chocolate cookie crunch swirls, peanuts, chocolate chips, and m&m’s. caramel caribou: luscious toffee ice cream rippled with thick golden caramel and sprinkled throughout with chocolate caramel cups. lemon meringue pie: smooth and dreamy lemon chiffon ice cream with graham cracker swirl. jeon jungkook: strawberry ice cream cheeks drizzled with honey and cinnamon, coated in hot fudge and maple syrup, topped with whipped cream and cherry smiles.

it was spring, shot through with hints of summer. when the bell on the door chimed, the scent of heated asphalt and freshly mowed grass wafted in. jungkook looked up from where he was refilling the crushed oreo topping, his eyes immediately widening as they fell upon who had just walked in. the inside of the shop was cool, and behind the counter it was even more so; yet still, he felt perspiration bead at his hairline. his momentary surprise caused him to drop the tongs he was using. he quickly dived onto the floor, hitting his head on the edge of the marble slab in the process. he cursed under his breath before grabbing the utensil and standing up.

there she was, in all her beauty. jungkook reckoned if she was an ice cream flavor she’d be strawberry cheesecake, (new york style cream cheese flavored ice cream with a strawberry topping variegate.) that, or perhaps, twinkicake (golden yellow cake ice cream with ribbons of of marshmallow and cake pieces.)

and she was smiling at him. ike, right at him. looking into his eyes and smiling like just her very gaze couldn’t cause the earth to yawn wide open or turn bones to dust or reduce him to monosyllables and baby babble or—

her skin was a bit blushed due to the heat, strands of her dark hair adhered to her face and cheeks. she wore no makeup, not even lip tint, and with the sun turning her skin a lovely golden hue, jungkook was torn between running or just crying. neither options seemed plausible or even desirable, so he simply set the tongs aside and smiled at her. she smiled back, with teeth this time. on this day, at approximately 1:16pm, she walked into the ice cream shop that jungkook worked at part-time (only on the weekends, there was no way he could balance homework and soccer practices and a job during the week) on the corner of achaseong-gil and banporo, with it’s bright red chairs and rainbow pinwheel tabletops and slightly crooked storefront sign that lit up during the evening time, but it had been broken and they hadn’t the time to replace it, and she smiled at him. with her teeth. his entire universe was collapsing and spinning of its’ axis and jungkook’s breath paused as he asked himself, am i dying? i must be dying—

“hi.” she greeted casually, like jungkook’s entire existence wasn’t threadbare.

“hey.” jungkook’s replied casually, despite the fact that his entire existence was threadbare.

it was then that he remembered that he worked here, and she was a customer, and he was supposed to go through the banalities of asking her what she wanted. “w-what can i get you?” he asked, peering over the top of the pane of glass that separated them.

she hummed, peering down at the plethora of ice cream flavors, pulling her lip in between her teeth. jungkook tried his best not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. his mother also told him not to stare at the sun, and here she was, manifested into a person, and he couldn’t help it. he didn’t care about sunburns or compromised retinas. he’d burn for her; it didn’t matter.

“what’s good here?” she asked. and if jungkook took jimin’s advice (which was never a good idea) he’d say something cheesy like, you look pretty good, but jungkook wasn’t that kind of guy and he actually possessed some pride; albeit fragile, it was there somewhere. so he thought.

he deliberated a moment. this was the reason jungkook had gotten hired; he wouldn’t call it a talent since in the grand scheme it was pretty useless, but through a couple of minutes of assessing people he could diagnose what kind of ice cream they preferred. she wasn’t plain vanilla...maybe mint chocolate chip? it was sophisticated and classy. the ceo’s of ice creams. the board directors. that didn’t seem her taste. she seemed like a cherry kind of girl—cherry and chocolate perhaps?

“well,” jungkook began, planting his palms on the marble slab. his hands were cold and a bit numb, but that was the usual. “it all comes down to personal tastes.” he sounded like an idiot and he knew it, but if she did, she didn’t show it. he realized he had an opportunity here. could he say something like, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, and i can figure out what i think you’ll like best? but that line sounded awful and overall bad, so he just thought of his favorite. “i like vanilla cherry, personally. it’s vanilla ice cream with pieces of maraschino cherries. it’s really good.”

and then she looked up and smiled at him again and jungkook fought not to faint. that wasn’t an exaggeration, either; there were white-hot stars dancing dangerously across his vision. his head was a honeycomb, full of buzzing and swarming bees. he wouldn’t be surprised if honey leaked out of his ears or something. “that sounds really good. i’ll have that.”

jungkook adjusted the plastic gloves that were a little too big for his hands, before grabbing the ice cream scoop and delving into the frozen treat. “how many scoops?” he asked, struggling to barely get one out.

“just one. i’m on a diet.”

like answers to a multiple choice question, a plenitude of responses flashed through jungkook’s brain.

a. really? you look fine

b. you look good just the way you are

c. diets are dumb—do people really stay on those things?

d. okay

and jungkook, unfortunarly, settled for option d, however not without heavy contemplation; despite his feelings towards her, it wasn’t his place to comment on her dieting habits, or even her body for that matter. it was out of line and they barely knew each other. so he merely bit his tongue and put a scoop of cherry vanilla on the marble.

“any toppings?” he asked, grabbing the mixing spades and flattening the ice cream.

she glanced at the toppings. “maybe...chocolate chips? oh, and how about sprinkles?”

he nodded, grabbing what she asked for and mixing. he had never been very good at it, either, but he was trying his best. and taking into consideration that 1) his hands were nearly frostbitten and 2) a very pretty girl was standing right in front of him and staring at him like he created the earth beneath his palms, it was a miracle his brain had not malfunctioned.

he could feel sweat running down the columns of his spine as he attempted to roll it. his angle was a bit off, and one of them was a little smaller than the others, but otherwise a pat on his shoulder was due for the amount of effort he was exerting to Not Die.

he handed it to her over the counter, hoping she didn’t notice how bad his hands were shaking. “is that going to be all for you today?”

“yes, thank you.”

he removed his plastic gloves as he walked over to the register, going through the mechanized movements of tallying up her sub-total and adding the extra price for the toppings and adding the sales tax. “that’s going to be… five thousand three hundred and thirty-two won.”

she handed over the bills. their hands touched, briefly. she recoiled a bit due to the coldness of his palms. his heart didn’t deflate. he swears it didn’t.

he printed her receipt, sliding it over to her. “thank you. i hope you enjoy your ice cream.” he hoped with his entire being that she’d take a seat at one of the uncomfortable candy-apple red chairs and stay for a bit, maybe take a seat by the window so he could watch the sunlight play on her skin. but jungkook was hardly lucky and this was no turning point for him.

“i will.” she smiled again, one last time, before she waved and walked out of the shop. jungkook’s knees felt weak.