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YOONGI'S A WHAT?!🤨💀

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Damn I gotta read This.

Magic & Mayhem | 001

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader, Kim Namjoon x Reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: So your relationship with Namjoon has gone to shit. Your solution? Hit up a sex shop and try to salvage things in the bedroom instead of dealing with the real issues. (Solid plan, right?) What you didn’t expect is to walk out with a blind box and pull a toy called SUGA—magical, stupidly hot, and guarantees to fix your 99 problems, but he actually becomes one. ✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternately: Yoongi is a Labubu / Sonny Angel (Kind of.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Crackfic galore, Magical realism slash wifi, Non-idol ✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: Again, Yoongi is a toy (but he grows life-size. Read and find out how…), nudity off the bat, implied big dick!yoongi lol <3 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: The response to the intro has been lovely. Thank you. Well, I've finally done it. I have started writing the most unhinged fic of my life. But honey, you’re here, so welcome to the insanity. Thanks to all my lovely moots who endured my spiral for this fic, but special shout to Tea and Aqua for encouraging/enabling me so, so much. And Mittens, for writing fruit bat!Yoongi, which somehow inspired his transfiguration here. Now on to the show~

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You always thought relationships ended dramatically—with screaming matches and shattered plates, and doors slamming hard enough to shake termites off the walls. But you learned the painful truth with your first love Kim Namjoon: relationships often crumble quietly, fading so gradually, so infinitesimally, you barely notice until the warmth has completely vanished, hearts once filled with everything is completely weightless.

Like now, seated across from him at your favorite café, sunlight streaming through tall windows, you sip your coffee and glance at him over the rim. Namjoon is buried in his phone, thumb scrolling endlessly. A small sigh escapes your lips, but he doesn’t notice. Hasn't noticed, actually, in a very long time.

"Did you hear what I said?" you ask softly.

"Hmm?" He lifts his eyes, distracted. "Sorry, work shit. Sup?"

"Never mind," you say with forced brightness, waving away your disappointment. But the heaviness in your chest stays, quietly and gradually expanding.

You’d planned this coffee date to rekindle something—anything—but now it feels like a futile effort. The silence stretches until your coffee turns cold. Just like your 10-year relationship.

Maybe love wasn’t supposed to feel thrilling forever, but it shouldn’t feel this empty either. Maybe it’s because you fell in love too early, too soon. But you miss the laughter, the passion, the nights tangled together in bed until dawn. Lately, all you've shared are polite good mornings and goodnights, passing like polite strangers under the same roof.

Desperate situations call for desperate measures, you suppose. Which is exactly how you find yourself standing in front of "The Magic Shop", the quirkiest little sex shop tucked in an alleyway of boutiques you've always avoided entering. A glowing neon sign flickers playfully above the door:

Cum Inside. Happy Endings Guaranteed

Wow. How subtle.

Inside, you're met by walls of purple velvet, shelves crowded with vibrant boxes and toys in every conceivable shape and size. It's whimsical and overwhelming, scented faintly of vanilla and spice. You're about to lose your nerve when a warm, amused voice interrupts your anxious thoughts.

"First time in the Magic Shop?"

You whip around to meet a pair of moon-like eyes and a mischievous smile, belonging to a man behind the counter whose nametag reads: Jimin.

"That obvious, huh?" you mumble, cheeks heating.

Jimin laughs lightly, leaning closer with a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, everyone walks in like Bambi their first time. Now, what magic are you hoping for today?"

You hesitate, tugging at your sleeve nervously. "Ah, no. I just...I’m just looking around…”

Jimin’s smile spreads even wider, pearly whites glinting. He’s not buying it, but he gives you space. “You know where to find me if you need help with anything.”

You nod, jaw set, before spinning on your heels to walk deeper in the store. God, how many dildos are in here? Literally every shape, length, and girth, apparently. One of the endcaps had a display that was actually this beautiful, sparkly thing like it was Edward Cullens’ dick and you can’t help yourself, you reach out to touch it… when it immediately starts vibrating.

“Shit!”

You hear Jimin giggling. “Sorry, it’s bluetooth activated. Couldn’t help it.” He taps the screen on his phone, effectively stopping the buzzing vampire peen.

Miffed, but only slightly, you breathe out a heavy puff of air, clearing your lungs, bringing with it the shame you’re feeling of being here in this place like an aimless person.

“Okay, fine. I need something to save my love life."

“Ah,” Jimin nods knowingly, eyes gentle but playful. He pauses for dramatic effect before saying, "Then, my dear, follow me." He walks you towards the back of the shop, and you should really question why you’re heading to the freaking back of the shop like some drug mule, but unfortunately your self-preservation skills are not fully developed.

Inside, you smell incense, paper, and something familiar, like a certain flower. It reminds you of your childhood home and you feel an immediate rush of relief. It was strange, but you don’t really question it.

Jimin gestures grandly toward an ornate shelf labeled "MAGICAL MYSTERY BLIND BOXES—Change Your Life!"

You arch a skeptical brow. "Blind boxes? Really?"

"Absolutely. They're all the rage, and trust me—they're magical in ways you'd never imagine." His smile deepens with an intriguing secret. “Have you never bought one?”

“I have.”

“Then you know how this goes. Let fate decide.”

Before you can second-guess yourself, you've selected a mysterious, pastel-colored box alongside an impulsively chosen bottle of strawberry-scented lube and paid the man.

Back home, you unwrap the box slowly, pulling the perforated tab open. A purple plastic packaging sits inside and when you rip the top, nestled is a meticulously crafted figurine: light tousled hair, porcelain-pale skin, and an expression of exquisite… neutrality. Boredom, even. The tiny little white outfit feels almost too realistic under your fingertips. Attached is a flyer reading simply:

"SUGA: Activate in warm water. Satisfaction guaranteed."

You scoff softly at the absurdity. But meh you bought it and it's here. So might as well.

Minutes later, you're submerged in the warmth of your tub, needing a bath badly to melt the day away. For whatever reason (aka because ktownshizzle wrote so) you decide to bring toy SUGA with you, its tiny form sinking slowly beneath rippling water beside you. Eyes fluttering shut, skepticism fading into relaxation…

Suddenly, there's a splash, a tidal wave that drenches your bathroom floor and your peaceful soak becomes… not.

But the gag is that right there in front of you, where your bubbles used to be, sits a fully grown, entirely naked man—perfectly human and devastatingly handsome, blinking like he's just woken from the best nap of his life.

You bolt upright, scrambling backward so frantically you nearly flip out of the tub, "Oh my god!"

As you fold your knees towards your chest, your elbow knocks half your bath products sending them crashing to the tiles.

The man—the intruder!—glances down, unfazed by the chaos, looking casually at his own arms, legs, chest, and then downward, parting some of the suds. "Mm," he says calmly, "thank fuck everything grew properly."

Your jaw drops. "Excuse me?"

"Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it," he says, waving a dismissive hand. His voice is honeyed gravel, unbothered yet impossibly attractive. He leans back comfortably, stretching his arms along the sides of your tub.

You're gaping now, clutching bubbles to your chest for dear life. And as you sputter "Who—what—are you? How did you—?" You realize the stranger looks just like…

He smirks lazily, tilting his head to regard you with amused, hooded eyes. "You get it now? Name is Yoongi. Also known as SUGA. Pleasure coach, extraordinaire." He tilts his chin at you, mildly curious. "And you must be the one who activated me. Lucky you."

"Lucky? Activated you?" you gasp, suddenly angry and embarrassed, cheeks blazing hot. "How?! You were a toy!"

Yoongi shrugs, completely at ease despite being naked in your bathtub, running a hand through his wet hair. "It happens. Listen," he says, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "are you gonna stare at me all night or what? I'm flattered, truly, but maybe get me a towel?"

You glare incredulously. "I’ve seen bigger." It’s a lie.

He arches a skeptical eyebrow, lips twitching. "Babygirl, your eyes haven't moved since I appeared."

"Don't flatter yourself," you mutter defensively, though you're painfully aware that you’re about to burst, and it's definitely not from fear.

Yoongi leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, gaze locked onto yours, voice dropping an octave. "I'm just saying. Look all you want, but I'm better at this if we're both comfortable."

“Better at what?” You choke out, simultaneously terrified and intrigued.

He smiles wickedly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “At fixing your obviously disastrous sex life, of course. Isn’t that why you brought me home?”

Your mouth opens and closes wordlessly, stunned into silence. He’s blunt, yes, but there’s a softness in his cat-like eyes, a playful charm that’s entirely disarming.

He sighs patiently, tipping his head to the side. “Let me guess. Relationship rut? Vanilla boyfriend? You don’t know how to blow? You’re desperate and bought some weird blind box from Jimin’s shop. Am I close?”

You feel your cheeks burn hotter. “I—I mean—yeah, sort of. But I know how to… (you squeak) give a blowjob.”

“I believe you,” Yoongi nods with a smile, splashing water idly. "That guy always pawns me off on the cute, hopeless ones."

You splutter, partly offended, partly flattered, mostly just confused. “Hopeless?”

“I also said cute,” he chuckles lowly, and damn if the sound doesn't shoot straight down your spine. “Relax, babygirl. By the time I'm done, you'll forget hopeless was even in your vocabulary.”

His dark eyes hold yours, confidence radiating from every inch of his wet, annoyingly perfect form. You swallow hard, fingers trembling slightly, completely aware you’re losing any upper hand you ever had.

Yoongi notices your discomfort and finally relents, shrugging carelessly. "Alright, fine. I'll close my eyes. Modesty and all."

"This is absurd," you mutter under your breath, scrambling out hastily and wrapping yourself in your robe.

"Absurd or exciting? Thin line," he muses playfully, eyes still politely shut.

“You know, you’re pretty cocky for someone who was literally a doll five minutes ago.”

He grins, “you said cock.”

You groan, quickly tossing a towel in his general direction without looking. "Oh my… Just cover up."

“Yes, boss.” He catches it easily, as if he was looking. Then voice teasing, delightfully provocative, he says: “Whenever you're ready, we can start your lesson. Trust me, you'll thank me later.”

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keen-li · 3 months ago

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What you need | 07

Chapter title: You need...a hobby

Synopsis: Everybody needs, but how do you define need? do you even know what you need. The simple answer is no. But Jungkook knows what you need. he just wants to help you realize it.

Genre: best friends au, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn. Friends to FWB to Lovers

Jungkook x reader.

Wc: 10.3k+

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Jungkook sighs, making a mental note to go grocery shopping after opening the fridge to disappointment. He's quick to pull out the only egg he has and shuts the fridge, the bottles inside hitting eachother.

How did he forget?

He's definitely been cooking more than he's used to, but unfortunately, he hasn't been keeping track of his groceries. With you around, he feels like he has a reason to cook more. He always cooks more when people are around. He'd hate for a visitor to starve in his home (his mother would kill him).

When he thinks about it you should starve, he could let you starve. You're more than a visitor now, so you should be up here making your own food. He doubts a visitor would go into his closet, pick one of his graphic tees, and make an outfit for the day just because it looks better than anything she has.(what was the point of going to pick up clothes from yours?)

But it's all in good humor; he'd never let you starve. He likes to cook anyway.

"You need to tell me where you buy your shirts. They're so cool," you enthuse as you walk into the open kitchen, your eyes still on the details of the shirt, not bothering to look where you're going. You're too familiar with Jungkook's floor plan to need your eyes to navigate.

His lips fall into a smirk when he catches your words. But with his back to you, you don't see much of the way he shows his teeth. What you do get is a good view of his back.

The days are getting hotter, so it's not surprising for him to be shirtless. You'd be in your bikini top if you could, especially if you had the female equivalent of Jungkook's body.

You've never minded Jungkook's Baywatch cosplays. I mean, you're not in medical school, but it's never not been beneficial to study the male anatomy and differentiate each muscle group. Right?

He's got a great body, to say the least, but a back should not make you this flustered.(Its the last part of a man you look at when you you get the chance.)

It's just a back—Jungkook's back. Your best friend.

It's your best friend's back.

A very nice back that tenses every time he moves to perform another action. It's like a wall, those you find in gyms or play places. It stares back at you like a challenge: "Climb me, Y/N, climb me." Honestly, it's more like a mountain; its large form blocks everything in sight and takes your eyes captive. The clouds at the top of a mountain would be his hair. They may contrast in color, but they'd probably feel the same.

You avert your eyes from the landscape.

You've never touched a cloud, but you've touched Jungkook's hair, and all you can say is that's what the clouds wish they could feel like. They envy him.

Shit, fuck. Get yourself together.

You've never paid this much attention to his figure, so there's some kind of shame that blossoms.

Why the heck are you thinking like this?

He's being sarcastic. He doesn't mind it, as long as you return them. And you always do, but this one, you might not. And the way you caress it tells him that.

Pan in hand, Jungkook turns to the counter, and you're quick to shift your eyes elsewhere again.

"Why? Then I wouldn't have anyone to steal from me," he lets out humorously as he scrapes the egg onto the china he set out.

You round the counter to try to hover over his shoulder to see how he makes coffee, as though you have no clue how to do it by yourself.

Even though you aren't super short, you just can't seem to look over his shoulder fully. Being reminded of that moment in the kitchen, you decide maybe you should walk away from any form of heat in the kitchen.

One of your childhood flaws is coming to haunt you. If it wasn't for your mother's quick instincts that day, the hot soup would have fallen on your head. You were too jumpy in the wrong places. You could never sit still. Your mother understood that maybe you were just trying to help and got excited, but since then, she's never let you in the kitchen. The only time you got to see the food was at the table. It made you sad because you never understood, but you got used to it.

"It's not stealing if I'm going to return it."

If. Big IF.

You choose to sit on one of the kitchen stools and lean on the counter.

When silence settles, your mind continues to bug you, not wanting you to forget a single thing.

You thought Jungkook was going to say something about it; you were hoping he would. Then maybe you'd get some type of reason that it was just some silly action. But from the looks of things, it's only affecting you. Little do you know, Jungkook feels like he can still sense the sensation of his hand on your skin.

You shake your head. It doesn't mean anything anyway; you're just grateful it didn't bruise. Though a bruise would have been much better than the mark it's left on your mind.

Jungkook continues to walk around making breakfast. Every action he makes is necessary to reach the end goal.

You find unnecessary the touches on your waist as he passes by you. With all the space in the kitchen, he wants to act like you're taking up so much of it that he can't pass by without brushing past you.

He started it when he chose to kiss you. Well... maybe that was your fault. But he definitely made it worse with the smack. You know what? This has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you. Jungkook is just being the playful friend you know him to be, and here you are, leeching on every drip of contact from him.

You wonder if he can feel you stiffen when he does so.

You blame your reaction on this stage of being single—feeling touch-starved. And Jungkook is only making it worse.

In this stage, even the smallest, most meaningless gestures can feel big. They can feel like something they're not. In the past, when you felt that way, you'd hook up with somebody (not that it ever was enough or what you truly needed; it just got you momentarily satisfied), but you want to stay away from that. You can't let yourself do or be that. And you won't let Jungkook be a victim of it too. He's your best friend; you'd never want to cross that boundary with him. You like being friends with him. But that can't stop you from seeing him as the attractive man he is. Why the hell is he so attractive?

You shouldn’t be so caught up in physicality, but you’ve been so used to being in a relationship or jumping from one to the other that being alone and "on a break" feels uncomfortable. And you just want to say "fuck it" and jump onto the next, but you know Jungkook keeps records of your words, and he'd bring it up if he caught you.

So he just doesn't have to catch you?

Anyways...

You like compliments. It feels good when someone compliments you, especially in your stage of questioning yourself or your faults. It feels good to have someone bandage your insecurities wiht sweet words. It just happens to be Jungkook right now on that job. So it doesn't change anything.

"It looks good on you, though. I'll give you the guy's number." You blush when you finally meet his warm, dark eyes.

You can blush; you're allowed to. It doesn't mean anything. You blush when Jimin or Willow compliment you. For fuck's sake, you even blushed when Hoseok told you you were doing a good job. It doesn't mean anything—just an expression of gratitude.

"You good?" Jungkook pauses, walking from the counter to the cabinet when he sees your face fall. You do look gloomy when you wake up, but it's more when you're still stuffed under the sheets, not when you're fully freshened up. You're usually all smiles, so to see your face fall means you're thinking of something. You're overthinking something.

Jungkook has never considered himself a therapist or able to heal somebody, but he's always tried by doing what he can: cooking, offering words of affirmation, going out to do some activities—just anything to make the person feel better. He always tries to learn what makes the person feel better and then do it, and that's what he's always done for you. And it's what he'll do. He knows little touches make you happy, so he tries to get in every chance he gets. He makes sure to do things that make you comfortable.

He knows you don't like to talk about what's bothering you, so he won't ask. When you're ready, you always tell him.

You stare a little too intensely at his marble counter before you lift your head and speak. "Yeah, I'm good." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes, and he sees that.

He nods, waving away any more questions he has. He'll take your word for it.

"I'm sorry I only had one egg." He slides the plate to you. You're taken aback when the plate reaches you. You stare at it. You hadn't realized he was making it for you. You stay here so often that you thought Jungkook was over and done with making you food. But maybe he feels an obligation to make you feel happy. Here you go, feeling like a burden again. "Remind me to get some more groceries." His voice pushes your thoughts away.

He knows that he's more likely to remember than you are, so maybe he just wants to give you something to do. Do you need something to do? Maybe. You nod anyway, accepting the request. It's the least you can do while you're here.

You watch him as he grabs his shirt from the couch and swiftly runs it over his head, covering his torso. This is sad—really sad and pitiful of you. "Enjoy." You've barely touched the plate, having been distracted and confused by how fast he's moving.

You don't think you will, not after you freeze up when he walks up to you and suddenly places a goodbye sort of kiss on your temple. He used to do it before you started dating Yunho. You guess the habit is back.

"And you?" You furrow your brows and turn your head in confusion when you watch him grab his training shoes.

But again, meaningless touches drawing harmful thoughts.

Is he going to have breakfast too, with whatever he has in the fridge? You don't think working out on an empty stomach is good, but knowing a fair share of gym guys, you know they only get off on their protein shakes.

He's going to stop by a café and get himself something afterward. But it's cute that you're worried.

His fingers play with the string of his water bottle. He forgot to tell you beforehand, but he hopes you don't mind and that you don't feel like he's running away from you. Because he knows that's what you're thinking. "Uh... I'm going to hit the gym a little. I'll have something on my way back."

You nod. You're aware of his routine: gym every morning. He usually goes earlier than this, so seeing him still here made you think he ditched the idea. But just staying longer meant you could be awake when he makes you breakfast. You would hate to eat cold food, even though his microwave works fine (you've told him that a hundred times).

It's childish, but why does your heart sink at the thought of him leaving? He's not going to be gone forever. It's so childish and needy, and you hate feeling this way. It's just that you fear being alone with your thoughts; Jungkook's always there to distract you. So even a split second away feels like you're about to slip into a dark place of wonder, questioning, and self-doubt.

"You're gonna be okay alone?" He knows.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" But you try to pretend. You grab a toast and bite into it, just to keep your mouth busy and not beg for him to skip the gym today. That would be selfish and embarrassing.

You brush him off with a wave of your hand and pretend like you aren't a little sad you're not coming along. Even though you dislike the gym, you only like the gym when he’s there, though you wouldn’t utter those words yourself.

He squints his brows playfully. "Well... maybe because you look like I just told you I don't want to be your friend." He laughs.

Jungkook notices even the tiniest muscle changes you make; it's like he's got x-ray goggles that can see every part of you, even your emotions. He's the only one you'd let own such a device if it existed. But a feature it lacks, which you're glad about, is the ability to read thoughts. Jungkook wishes he could, but for the sake of everything, you're glad he can't.

"I'll be fine, Kook. Go sweat at 9 a.m." You sound kind of bitter as you playfully roll your eyes, but whatever.

He chuckles, walking over to grab a toast from your plate. He is kind of hungry. You deadpan him and he shrugs.

"I'll be back in no time. Okay?" His hand glides past your hip in a temporary goodbye. You wish he could've just waved. "Do me a favor and write a grocery list for me."

You let out a short, sharp laugh. "Dumb of you to trust me with such a task."

"Then i'm the dumbest...I trust you tho." He winks at you before walking out, leaving you staring at the door.

You roll your eyes playfully and chuckle. He shouldn’t trust you.

A few minutes after, just out the door and probably in his car, your phone dings.

kook: You can add whatever you want to get for yourself too.

You: Already ahead of you. 😌

kook: My bad.

kook: Guess I don't know you as well as I think. 💀

You smile at his text. Jungkook might be the only one who knows you best, or on a different level. And he knows that.

While Jimin and Willoe know you well too, since they started dating, you spent more time with Jungkook (not that he was a rebound). Because of that, there are just some things that he knows more and better, like the way you're probably looking around his apartment for what to do.

That's why he's given himself an hour at the gym—an hour less than he usually does.

You don't respond; instead, you return to your breakfast. Why the hell does Jungkook do these things? You blush... hard. Or maybe it's because you're easily impressed. That’s why you always seem to choose the most unsuitable guys. Jungkook's just being hospitable, and it has you squeezing your thighs.

kook: Be back in an hour, nothing more. ❤

You need to raise your standards... and find something to do.

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As much as he enjoys your presence, it was a good idea to go to the gym alone. He needs time to think, to not be distracted, to reflect on everything he's doing. A temple kiss?

What the hell was that? He usually likes to think things through, but lately, he’s been getting sloppy.

He rubs his face in frustration.

He wants to be there for you, and he wants you to feel that he's there for you. So the touches and breakfast—even though he'd still do it on a normal day—are his way of reassuring you of his presence, making sure you don't detach.

He shouldn’t have done that. It was too much. It makes him wonder if he knows what he's doing. His intentions may not be coming across as clearly as he thinks.

So why does he feel like he's crossing a boundary? Like it's illegal for him to be that close to you when you're nothing more than friends?

Fuck... he shouldn’t have kissed you. What a dumb move.

He could have gone on pretending. He was doing so well before, but that was before he had the luxury of tasting you, of feeling your warmth. It's killing him. He never thought it would affect him this much.

Every time he shuts his eyes, even just a blink, every lick of his lips, all he can think about is that moment—your lips on his.

He feels guilty; he feels like a liar. His intentions were genuine. He just wanted to make you feel better. He's a fool for thinking it wouldn’t trigger something he’s been hiding—something that could scare you and push you away.

He's a fucking dumbass, really. He doesn't want to push you away. He would lose his mind if he lost you as a friend.

But maybe if he wasn't around, you would have been better off. He can't even begin to imagine life if he hadn't met you.

Jimin was right, and he hates to admit it. But if he had listened to Jimin, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to experience what it's like to be your friend—your warmth, your comfort, your understanding. He wouldn't have had that. And honestly, who knows who would have been there for you if he had listened to Jimin? Who would have been there to take your mind off things? Of course, Jimin and Willoe would be there—and it’s arrogant for him to think this—but he believes he's better at being there for you.

It's not a competition, but he prides himself on being there for others. And lately? Especially for you, for the past three years.

Unfortunately, there's no exercise he can do to sweat off every feeling, especially the feeling of knowing he’s going to go back home, find you spread across his couch like you share a lease, filling his Netflix with dating shows, and have to keep pretending. Jungkook will smile and ask what you're doing like he doesn't know. You'd tell him, and he'd walk away or talk about something else. That’s what he should do—not tease you in any way. Even teasing you feels like he's pushing you away.

Jimin is going to kill him. He'll kill whatever Jungkook hasn't already killed of himself.

Jungkook knew one hour was enough to do everything he needed, but it still felt insufficient. He usually does more than just train his body or distract himself. He trains his boxing too, with Yoongi. The older is very particular about Jungkook’s training.

As well as you know Jungkook, there are just some things you might not know.

Yoongi doesn’t let Jungkook train on game day; that’s why he wasn’t there to bug him about only spending an hour. He is there to bug him about coming into the arena, though.

He parks his car in the parking lot of the apartment. As he's about to get out, he finally decides to address the text he's been ignoring. It’s better if he answers now rather than when he’s with you. He hopes it will work, but one thing about Yoongi is... he’s persistent.

He should, but he can't right now. It's a hard decision for him to make. But you're alone, and you'd get worried if he was gone for any longer.

Yoongi: There's a game today; you should come in.

Plus, he promised you one hour—nothing more. And he plans on delivering just that.

Yoongi: I can get you a spot.

Jungkook glides his tongue over his teeth in thought. He can wait until next week. This week is about spending time with you; his other endeavors can wait.

There's really nothing to think about, but Yoongi doesn't like to hear the word "no." So he’ll just stick with ambiguity.

Jungkook: I'll think about it.

"Whatcha watching?" is the first thing Jungkook says when he walks in and spots you folded up on his couch, looking comfortable as hell. You look so good and blend so well into his home (and life) that it makes him feel a little unwell. But he has to shake it off.

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You're going to have to chip in for his Netflix now.

Your eyes shift to watch him instead. His muscles look a little more defined; it’s probably just your brain messing with you. You took biology and have common sense—he can’t grow muscles from just one session. You fold your legs to yourself.

“Just some dating show.” Not the best thing to watch, but it’s comforting to see others pick shitty love partners as well. "How was the gym?" You choose not to look at him as he stands over you, chugging down a bottle of water. You can’t see, but you assume his Adam’s apple is doing that thing—bobbing.

"Draining. Like always." But he still goes. At this point, the gym is less about health or his body; it’s a distraction. An addiction. He wipes the drop of water that runs down his chin.

"Don't sit down; you'll make the couch smell. Take a shower first," you scold, stretching your arms out to block him. Even after the gym, you can still catch a whiff of his cologne but its mixed with sweat so it's no good.

"Just joking. Did the gym drain your funny bone too?" You look at him, frowning, and he chuckles.

Jungkook furrows his brows, his lips pulling into a smile. “Why are you so worried about my couch?" He emphasizes the word a little too hard for your liking.

He should go take a shower. That's what he should do—not linger around you and fight with himself.

He loses. He always loses when it comes to you.

"Fine, I'll take a shower... right after I..."

Now, all he'll think about when he tastes cherries is you. Or whenever the sun dances warmly on his skin or the wind whirls by his ear, all he'll think about is you.

Jungkook swiftly takes you into his arms and rubs his 'sweaty' body against you. In the act, he inhales your scent—he knew he should've just gone to take a shower. Now you've fully invaded his senses.

He's felt you, tasted you, smelled you, and heard your soft snores and he can't stop seeing you in everything.

"Jungkook!..."

He pulls away with a proud smile, and you're stuck rolling your eyes. "Now I can take a shower."

"You're so messed up." You whine.

"See? I still have my funny bone."

"That was not funny. I was clean," you whine harder. "Now I'm going to keep this shirt." You say it like it's a threat.

Jungkook laughs, his voice lowering as he speaks. "It was yours the minute you wore it, baby." He confesses softly. "But that's not an invitation into my closet. I just like that one on you."

You roll your eyes.

“You did what?” After he forced you to switch what you were watching to Law and Order, just because he can't stand dating shows, you happened to land on an episode about a guy who physically assaulted another guy. At that, Jungkook thought it fit to share his own experience with you.

He's so ridiculous. But he's the only one you'd let get away with this. At least you've got the shirt now.

Win-win

---

“Oh my gosh, Jungkook, did you really?” You turn sharply to face him. When he nods, you smack his thigh.

He winces. “You’re upset?” He rubs the spot you hit, since you're too distracted to show him the same care he showed you.

“No, but… he could've pressed charges against you.” Jungkook didn't think that far; he never does in those moments, which is not a good trait. He’s not proud of that. “I just didn’t expect that from you. Willoe suggested the idea, but I never thought—” you ramble thoughtlessly, forgetting you have your own secrets.

“Willoe…?” It looks like you're both spilling the tea, so you might as well.

“Oh yeah. Uhm... I have a secret of my own.” Jungkook turns to you, intrigued by what you could be hiding. He thought you told him everything.

“Before Yunho and I broke up, he told me to choose between you and him.” Jungkook raises his brows in shock. You can't tell what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t look upset. Why would he be? You’re here, aren’t you?

“Seriously?” Jungkook processes this. Why didn’t you tell him? He wishes you had. Why? No clue. But he can only assume how hard it was for you. Would he have made you choose Yunho if he knew? “So, he’s more of an asshole than I thought. Now I don't feel bad." Not that he ever did. Maybe if he knew, then he’d have another reason to go harder. You didn’t deserve a guy who would put you in such a difficult position.

“So, you picked me?” Jungkook leans his head back and gives you the most childish smile. You roll your eyes and turn away.

“Close your mouth, Jeon.” You say when he doesn’t stop smiling and keeps looking at you.

“He could've pressed charges, stupid.” He seems to be forgetting that fact.

He smiles softer, pulling your legs into his lap. The action rake you by suprise but you compose yourself.

“I’m so glad to get to hang out with you now.” His voice is softer, his eyes larger, and his pupils dilated. He tries his best to keep his eyes on yours. You have on the same cherry lip gloss.

He shifts you closer.

You’ve changed out of his shirt, and he frowns, noticing you’re now in a light purple dress with darker polka dots. You’re sitting down, but he can tell it’s one of those that hugs your figure. Some men just don’t know how to keep good things huh?.

“All to myself,” he whispers before you clear your throat and pull back slowly. He pouts at the loss of contact, but he soon realizes it’s for the best. He’s getting carried away. He shouldn’t be doing this. You’re still not over the guy yet. Probably.

Jungkook clears his throat rearranging himself in his seat. "But he didn't. The bozo can't think that far."

You roll your eyes at how arrogant he is about it. You’d be in a different situation right now if Yunho had decided otherwise. You’re not sure if he still could, but the thought of it makes you anxious. You appreciate how caring Jungkook is towards you, but threatening his freedom for you is too much. "You should be thanking him." You’re not sure why Yunho didn’t press charges, but you’re glad he didn’t.

"That was stupid." The fear sinks deeper into you. Jungkook sits up when he sees you sink into the couch, more affected than he thought you’d be.

"For what? Breaking your heart? Cheating? I'm good." He scoffs, and you lower your eyes at him. When he catches your concern, which he’s been ignoring, he softens his features. He really didn’t think about it, which was stupid, but it felt good.

On a more serious note, he doesn’t know what he would do if Yunho had pressed charges; there was a witness. He wonders why he didn’t. So maybe he is a little grateful, but only because it would break your heart to see him in cuffs more than it would to see Yunho cheating on you. And he’d never want to do that to you. He’d never forgive himself if he was the reason for your heartbreak.

"Look. It's over now." He takes your hand into his, interlocking your fingers, and places kisses everywhere he can. You can't deny the way each smack of his lips against your skin has you crossing your ankles. This is what you meant; you're just touch-starved.

"It is. But I don't want you doing it again—to or for anyone." You rub your hands, and Jungkook pretends like you’re not rubbing away his kisses. "I don't like seeing or hearing about you in a fight."

It doesn’t soften the look on your face, but it warms your heart.

Realizing you’re getting carried away in his hold, you pull your hand away, though Jungkook is slow to let it go.

There’s a mutual silence as you both stare at the screen but aren’t really paying attention. An underlying tension holds you captive. Has Jungkook always been this touchy even before you started dating Yunho? You both aren’t sure. But it’s something you don’t want to address.

After many beats of silence, you feel it’s your responsibility to fill the air. "On that note, don't ever bring me to watch you practice with that friend of yours." You’d stopped thinking about it, but now that he brought it up, you can’t help but get flashbacks.

Jungkook holds himself, his voice soft and careful as he speaks. "Why? don’t you like it?" You don’t have to answer, but he’s just curious why you detest it so much.

"Why?" He doesn’t want to bug you because it looks like it’s affecting you. But he needs to know why. Did something happen to you? Maybe you both don’t know each other well enough to call each other best friends. He wants to reach out, but you hold yourself far from him.

"I don't like fighting in general, real or fake." Your hands caress your forearms, and Jungkook checks if he turned the cool air too high.

It’s just alright.

"I don't want to talk about it, Kook." Jungkook may know you well, but there are just some things he doesn't know at all, and you're not sure if he'll ever know them. You don't want him to see you differently or pity you, like others did. Or even worse, tell you, It’s not that bad.

"Okay then. We won't talk about it." He says. "Come here."

Yout shake your head and stand.

Surprising yourself, you actually wrote the grocery list, and Jungkook liked it. No offense to you, but he had a backup prepared just in case you forgot. However, looking at yours, it’s better than his.

"I need to use the bathroom. "

---

Later that day, you both decided to head to the store. The air wasn’t tense anymore; the good thing about you two is that you bounce back from things easily.

"While you were at the gym, I was thinking..." you say, making sure the vegetables you’re picking up are the same ones on your list. One by one, you drop them into the trolley that Jungkook pushes. He leans on the handles, hunching his back when you stop by a section for a little too long.

He doesn’t rush you, though, even when the thing you’re looking for is right in front of you. It’s amusing to watch you so focused on something. Or maybe it’s amusing to watch you in that dress.

You called it a bodycon when he asked, but he can't be sure because he wasn't paying attention. He also lied that the reason he was asking was curiosity and not for a Christmas list. Is it odd?

"Oh oh," he chimes, as if your thinking is a threat to national security. When you deadpan his way, he retreats with his hands in the air. "What were you thinking about?" he finally asks, and you turn to drop the last vegetable in, confirming it’s the last one you need from that category.

He likes how you arranged the list in categories; it makes shopping more linear. He's going to have to start doing that too.

"I was thinking about getting a hobby." Jungkook raises his brows and halts playing with the bracelet on his wrist. He's silent, so when you turn to see his facial expression, he nods for you to go on. He’s curious. "You're into boxing and mechanics or whatever... Jimin's good at art and crafting. And Willow has a garden..." You could go on to list other hobbies they have, but Jungkook gets the point.

You, on the other hand, are stuck working out of obligation.

Another thing you envy is how they all managed to turn their hobbies into something that earns them money. Jungkook works in mechanics, Jimin's a goddamn architect, and Willoe, though she works in real estate, has a plant (side)business (that’s where you get any plant you gift someone). You assume it makes going to work much more fun.

"You guys have stuff, and I don't." You move to the fruit section, and Jungkook rolls with you, not even paying attention to where you're going, so he has to remind you.

"I'm sure you have something..." He reaches out to pick up the citrus you dropped and apologizes to the worker who'd been eyeing you, frustrated.

"What?" You question him when he’s back in position, holding your hands at your waist in an interrogative stance.

"You have that thing..." Jungkook stutters. You must have a hobby... you have one. At least that’s what he thinks. He should shut up. He needs to do better. "That thing..." He tries to keep thinking, but you’ve already clocked it.

"See? I have no hobby. I've been so focused on the job and Yunho, and now that I don't have them, I've realized I'm nothing." You confess, just low enough for Jungkook to hear your frustration but not loud enough for others to hear how insecure you are. Should you even be talking about this here? "Yunho was my hobby." Probably not a compliment to the guy or any of your exes, but it’s something. It’s a realization for you.

"You're not nothing, Y/N." Jungkook comforts you. "You'll get your job back." That’s the only thing he finds himself able to say, and honestly, he’s not proud. He's better at this.

"Okay, if I get it back, fine. But... what will I do in my free time?" You continue to talk, and Jungkook doesn’t mind listening. He likes when you tell him what you’re thinking. He thinks you look cute when you get lost in your ramblings, the way you bite your lip unconsciously or how you touch the necklace that hangs low on your chest...

"Everything I used to do was with... that guy." He snaps back to you picking stuff. You grip the box of grapes too tightly for his liking.

"Well, you’ve got me." He takes the box from you, bringing you back to reality.

"I know. But you're my best friend, and we do best friend stuff." You don't want to add that he might not always be there.

Jungkook wants to be offended, but he doesn’t have the standing ground. "Okay. So, what did you and that guy used to do that you and I can't?" He straightens his back. He probably shouldn't have asked that.

And you’re about to remind him why he shouldn’t have asked. “Well, we kissed, we cuddled." It's like his ears are being roasted, but you don’t notice and go on. "We had sex..."

"Okay," he jumps in a little too quickly.

Jungkook gets it; he understands you. And getting a hobby is a good thing. Seeing that he’ll be going to work soon and you won’t be glued at the hip forever, you'll need something to keep you company. "Okay. If you want a hobby, you can get one." He hates how he sounds like you need his permission. "What did you have in mind?"

You laugh at his reaction. "See? That's why I need a hobby. I can't depend on other people forever. I did that enough in high school..."

You spent too long with girls who never really liked you but stayed because they were the only ones you had. “...and college. Did me no good."

In college, when you got into dating guys, you should’ve learned then, but by the looks of things, you did not. You have no clue what your problem is. Maybe if you focus on yourself and time alone, it’ll do you some good.

He sees the smile grow on your face. You're now by the fridges picking out drinks, and Jungkook is quick to pull some beer cans into the cart. "I was thinking about gardening too. Get a little plant pot and whatever." Jungkook is silent, and when you turn to look at him, he has this unsure look on his face. "What?" you question him with knitted brows. What? Does it not suit you?

"I was just thinking... are you committed enough for that? It takes time, you know?" What, like you didn’t know? Willoe tells you about it. But unlike you, she isn’t impatient and grew up with parents who liked to garden. But you don’t need to have a childhood attachment to it, right?

"Woooow, you think I have commitment issues?" You hold your hand to your chest.

Jungkook lets out a breath. Even though you’re just playing, he wants to tread lightly. "All I'm trying to say is... you can be really impatient."

So that's how people see you?

"Wow, way to be supportive, Kook." You tease him, knowing he’s going to panic.

And he does. "Me telling you your faults is me being supportive. I don't want you to start something, and when it doesn't work out, you get frustrated."

"I won't be frustrated," you say in a barely audible tone, avoiding his eyes.

"Jungkook, my plant won't grow, and it's only day two." You pause and hold back a laugh when he mocks you. He knows you, doesn’t he?

"I don't sound like that." You chuckle lightly, still wanting to stand your ground.

Jungkook watches you laugh, and he knows you know how right he is. "Sure." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Okay, what about something else?" You give in. Maybe he is right; you would get impatient. So you put your thinking cap back on. "I've always been interested in sewing and fashion."

"Now we're getting somewhere."

You have been, and you thought about it. "But I've seen some prices on sewing machines, and I felt like gauging my eyes out, so maybe not that." You don’t have the funds for the machines that require you to spend. You can wait, and when you do get your job, then you can save for it.

"What about crocheting? You can still do fashion with that?" He states bluntly.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder. You’re now standing in line to finally pay for these things and get out. You raise a brow at Jungkook, who looks away awkwardly, knowing what words are about to come out of your mouth. "How do you know about that?"

He’s reluctant to open his mouth, but he eventually does. "My ex..." You raise your brow higher than it should be going, paired with a wide smirk. “...she was into that."

You get it now. You think you know who he’s talking about, but you can’t be sure. You’ve never paid attention to Jungkook’s girlfriends. “Is it that sweater?" He’s not slow with the answer. "I knew it was too unique to be bought in a store. You liar."

"Is that why you won’t let me wear it? Because she made it for you?" Your voice has a little mocking tone to it, and Jungkook continues to avoid your eyes but you continue to bug him. "Oh gosh, are you even over her?"

"Yeah..." He clenches his jaw and holds the cart a little tighter. Weren’t you talking about wanting a hobby?

Thankfully, you don’t press into it; otherwise, he’d hate to see the face you make when he ignores you. “Anyway..." You move to bag the groceries, and Jungkook pulls out his wallet.

"So I'll do crocheting," you decide, and he nods in agreement, though he regrets bringing it up. For a second, he thinks of suggesting something else, but you’re already dead set on this. "And then I can make my own sweater."

"You can make me one too." He pockets his wallet.

"I'm not making you anything." This time, you’re the one taking the cart and walking into the other part of the mall. "Let's hurry before the yarn store closes." You’re glad there’s a yarn store just across the mall. It only makes things easier.

"We still have time."

"I know, but I'm just so excited."

"Who was that?" You ask, wondering when Jungkook's phone keeps ringing and why he won't just pick it up. And even though his ringtone isn't the worst, it's irritating. Why can't he just answer it? He rarely ignores calls unless he's busy, but he's not busy right now.

---

"Yoongi," he says, turning it to silent mode. You watch how he fumbles with stuffing it into his pockets. "It's nothing important, I'll answer it later." He continues when he sees the suspicious look you have on your face. This is exactly what he didn’t want. But he expected Yoongi to call, so he should’ve just turned it off earlier.

You relax your brows and turn back to find which yarn to pick. "Okay... but if it is, you can take it, I don't mind." Maybe he thinks it will bother you, even though it won’t.

"It can wait. It's cute you care, though." He pokes at your side with a smile.

"I don't care; you just don't have the best ringtone in the world." You poke back.

He scoffs. His ringtone is nice.

You ignore the moment and switch back to what you were doing. There are so many colors and textures to pick from; you have no clue where to start. You feel like a kid in a candy store.

"So, what colors do you think I should get?"

Jungkook really wasn’t much of a help, unless when it came to holding the basket. But it's a good thing you could go on the Internet. And after a quick search, you budget for all the essentials you'll need.

"I don't know what the first thing I'll make is." You squeal, walking into the line and running your fingers through the things you’ve picked. Fingers tingling with excitement.

Since the time his phone started ringing, Jungkook seemed distant and off. He wasn’t responding as quickly as he does when you said something. He responded in short hums and yes. You have no clue what could’ve changed in the short moment. Even right now, as you reach the counter, he doesn't look your way or even respond at all.

“Jungkook, are you listening to me?"

You walk to the front and lay your basket on the counter. Jungkook’s eyes look beyond the horizon. You're about to question what's wrong with him before he speaks.

"Leah..." You look up at him, and when you see him look elsewhere, you follow his vision to the cashier.

Her light pink wavy hair is the first thing you catch. It's long and dances past her chest. Not to be prejudicial, but she definitely fits the aesthetic of someone who'd work in a yarn store or any art-related store, honestly.

As you analyze, you squint your eyes. You know her from somewhere, but you can’t put a finger on it. Wait... did he say Leah?

You thought she moved out of the city to start a business elsewhere. That’s why she and Jungkook broke up, right? You couldn’t be too sure; you were caught up with Yunho during their relationship.

They only dated for what? 8 months. But those months definitely affected Jungkook. You were happy to see him with someone who made him happy; she did that, and when they broke up, it broke him. Even though he was tough around you, you could still tell how affected the man was.

He barely wanted to leave the house or hang out, and honestly, that’s when he got a little bitter towards Yunho, but you let him have it; he was sad. And now, as he stares at her, it’s like all that time of hard work learning to live with it is unraveling.

During that same time, you tried to spend as much time as you could with him, but it's not as good as he does for you now. But to be fair, you were in a relationship by then. And Yunho honestly hated you going over to visit Jungkook; you assume that’s when the insecurities began.

You weren’t too familiar with her, and honestly, you got a vibe that maybe she didn’t like you then. You're not sure.

"Jungkook..." Leah says, equally as shocked to see him here. She knew he still lived in the city, but she thought he’d never step foot into a yarn store, at least that's what he told her when she asked him to go along with her. He was so fussy about it, but it’s shocking to see him here... with you. So easily, she assumes.

She scoffs internally. It still bothers her because he couldn’t admit it.

She moves her eyes away from you to look at the objects you have spread out on the counter. One by one, in a slow, almost deliberate action, she scans each of your objects.

"H-hi. What are you doing here?" Jungkook continues, still in awe of the sight before him. It was a stupid question, but between them, it's deeper than that. She swore that she’d never come back to the city, and if she did, she would tell him. But here she is, back, and he never knew a single thing.

"Working," of course, she's working; that's not what's surprising him...

"I mean in town." You stand there awkwardly, purse in hand, waiting for her to finish scanning the items. There's nothing more awkward than being the one in between the tension.

She doesn’t look up at him, but Jungkook is all she stares at. "Oh, uh... I came back." She continues to scan, and you watch as Jungkook’s jaw clenches. If you thought he was tense before, he’s going to be worse after this.

"And you didn't bother telling me?"

She rolls her eyes when his tone gets tighter. It’s expected; she expects this from him.

"Wasn't necessary, honestly." He can't believe she's still the same. She can’t bother to see how he may be feeling. "You two are..." she points with her eyes at you and Jungkook, and immediately you scoot away from him as not to give the impression she may be having.

"Still friends." You laugh out awkwardly. Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"You're the one getting into crochet, I assume?" Leah's attention is now on you, and you've never swallowed harder. She always had a side-eye for you when she was dating Jungkook, but at that time, she never knew you were in a relationship.

"Yeah." Out of pure nervousness, you begin to bag them on your own. The line isn’t super long, but you assume their conversation and tension are holding up the only counter. "Do you have any suggestions on some beginner stuff to make?" Why do you keep talking... Jungkook watches you pack in a slight awkward panic. He hates when people insinuate you're dating, even though it makes his heart flutter; it makes you pull away from him.

He hates that. Makes him realize he has to keep pretending.

"Sounds great, thanks." Finally, you snatch the plastic bag and turn to Jungkook. "I'll just see myself out. Meet you in the car?" It’s your way of telling him to talk more with her and not worry about you, because you know he is.

"Uhm, headbands are the best, but you could also make some plushies. Granny squares maybe." You nod at each suggestion she gives. You will probably do that; she's the pro.

How weird you bumped into her.

You lean closer to him. "Ask her out." You whisper to him, even though you should’ve just shut your mouth. Jungkook isn’t at odds with the idea; he thought of it. He just wants to talk things out, know why she came back and didn’t tell him.

"Anything else you want to get?" She asks when Jungkook stands awkwardly after you leave.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back?" He continues, even though a queue stands behind him. They don’t fuss, though.

"Somethings are better left alone." She’s the one getting frustrated with this now. "I have customers, Jungkook.” Like he didn’t fucking know.

He breathes out and decides maybe he should end this quicker. When he reaches into his pockets, he finds his keys; he forgot to give them to you. So, you must be standing outside awkwardly. So, he should definitely hurry. “We should grab a coffee or something. To catch up."

"Kook..."

"Just one."

She looks behind him, thinking. "Fine." Just to shut him up, because he won't stop. And she wants to end it; her shop isn’t a place she wants Jungkook to frequent now that he knows about it.

"Nice seeing you..."

"You too."

When Jungkook walks to the car, you’re leaning against it, like he thought you would be. You don’t look as upset as he thought you would, seeing it's hot, and he forgot to give you the keys. You don’t blame him, though; he was too caught up.

"So, did you ask her out?" He nods. As he opens the car, "Good. That's good." You say more to yourself. It’s good for Jungkook to go out with someone or rekindling something. It’s what you’ve been wanting.

When you’re finally settled, you speak first, seeing his lost expression. "Why do you not look good?"

He holds onto the steering wheel but doesn’t drive. "It's just weird seeing her, after so long." He picks at his lip ring, still trying to put his thoughts together. He’s angry that she didn’t tell him, but there’s much more he’s thinking of. "Maybe I missed her."

It's not certain, but it could be. This all interaction was random and not expected; heaven knows what he should be feeling right now.

"Wow, uh, that's good. I'm happy for you." You are. "It's like we're switching. I'm single, and now you're about to get a girlfriend." You lean back into your seat and look forward with a weak smile. Gosh, are you going to be the only single one in the group now?

Jungkook scoffs, bouncing back to his normal self a bit. He turns to look at you. "Who said anything about getting a girlfriend?" He points to the seatbelt, and you’re quick to pulling it over yourself as he does the same. "I just want to talk things out." Just get some questions out of his mind.

"That's how it starts."

"Come on, I'll still be here for you." He reaches to cup your hand in his, an action you're getting more acquainted with and unknowingly wanting more of.

Still, you pull away from him, trying to be playful, but Jungkook takes it as the opposite. He can’t help himself but do so when you won't even look at him.

"Yeah, sure... Let's just go home; I wanna unpack my stuff." You say not sounding as excited as before.

Jungkook groans and moans internally as you wrap yarn around his wrist. The tutorial said you should unwind your yarn and you thought jungkooks wrists would be the best for that. They are, the colour of the yarn looks great in his skin and even though he’s not strict about colours he wears, cause its rare, he makes not to get more of this one.

---

You don’t wrap it tightly but he feels like a prisoner the way you have his arms stretched out. Everytime he tries to relax, your hand is quick to pulling him back in place. He listens. It’s nice to see you passionate at something even though its at the cost of the movement of his arms. He’s happy To see see interest Ed jn something other than a relationship, he hopes it stays like this, so you can focus 8n yourself.

He smirks watching you items down on yiur tongue too focused on perfectly wrapping the string around his wrists. You switch from biting down on your tongue to on your lips, your lips....

"i'm gonna be your bitch now huh?" He speaks so that he’s thoughts have no room to flourish

You chuckle at the terminology. “Yea. Very much my bitch." You say the last part a little too passionately. As much as he’s down to helping you he doesn’t know how much of this he could endure, the gym has taught him endurance, but this is a new kind of patience. But if it’s helping you he’ll learn to endure. "but if you're lucky you'll get a sweater."

He nods accepting the deal.

"You still want that sewing machine?" Hes voice grows lower, like he’s contemplating on promising what he’s about to promise.

You pause and look up at him wiht a raised brow. "Yeah, but it can wait." You return.

"You know what? "

"What?"

He smiles kissing his teeth not believing he’s about to say what’s he’s about to. "If you stay consistent with crocheting for 3 months, I'll get you one."

You freeze and slowly lift yourself to eat his gaze already on yours. Would he actually? No...jungkook a more well off than you from his stable job but would he actually? Gosh you’d really appreciate that. He’s gotten you gist before but this would be big.

"What a sewing machine?" You repeat in disbelief. "eally?"

"Yeah, if you stay consistent. A birthday gift."

"Now I will." You cheer wiht a determined scoff. You were always planning on staying consistent. Maybe to prove to you jungkook, you can but mainly to yourself. That you didn’t need to depend on anybody but yourself to get you through this.

The familiar tune of his phone pulls you out of your thoughts.

"That should be Jimin. Answer it." You’re about to question why he can’t do it but when you realise...

"Hey Jimin. Gosh I've missed you."

"Missed you too." Jimin replies voice calm but excited to be hearing from you. "I assume you're with jungkook." Seeing that you’re on his phone, yes you are wiht jungkook. Its not unusual for you two to be together right now.

"Hiii." You exclaim when you add willoe to to call trying to match her ecstatic energy when ou add her to the face time call.

"Hi- oh are we interrupting something?" Shes quick to analysing you and jungkook. She has a curiouslook on her dade but it all play. "never took jungkook to be the one getting tied up."

You cringe at the idea and jungkook smile at your reaction. "Oh no. god no." Jungkook almost takes you defending yourself a little too hard to heart.

"I'm fucking with you." Willoe adds a laugh,

"He's just helping me with crocheting." You explain like it wasn’t obvious, wjat else would you be doing wiht yarn,

Jungkook continues to hold his hands out like a sub p, not making the situation anymore explainable. Bur he relishes in the reaction cause you. This time when you smack his arm its for him to put his arms down.

Finally his muscles can relax.

"Ohhh, your crocheting? make me a sweater. "

"Me too. " Willoe follows after. You can’t help but scoff off their requests, how long dot hey think you’ve been doing this. It makes you blush how much they have hope in you.

"Guys, she's not making sweaters for anyone." Jungkook shines in bitterly.

"No. I'm only not making you a sweater."

He scoffs.

"Anyways, guys I can barely make a knot, I won't be able to make a sweater anytime soon. " You return to wrapping the yarn around his wrist. You’re almost done. "But maybe if I stay consistent, I'll have your Christmas gifts sorted." You never thought about it but crocheting would make getting your friends gifts easier.

"just don't make it Christmas themed." Jimin jokes and you all laugh.

"noted." You’d want them to actually want to wear what you make them.

"you can make mine Christmas themed." Yiu side eye jungkook when he speaks trying to warm you up in the idea of making him a sweater. You probably will, if he keeps up wiht those doe eyes.

"shh"

Your focus is now on the screen, jimin and willoe were probably of talking as you bickered wiht jungkook. Tlking and making of yiu two. "It's good you're keeping yourself busy." They try their best to avoid the larger topic. Of course ythwy knew through the group chat and honestly you’re glad they aren’t bringing it up. You still want to desire desire consistent in crocheting.

"Yeah." You mumble looking down and the shrink ball of yarn.

Jungkook sensing cuts in. "How's the project going jimin."

"My jobs done in a week. The bar restaurant is coming out nice."

"Ooo so will it be open soon?"

"Yeah I think so, the owner's gonna come and check the place out, then we'll know." You’re happy that something good is happening in our friends life."Still has to get furnished though."

"Send some pictures babe."

The call ends and you and Jungkook are back to YouTube. Now you're practicing how to single crochet.

"Will do."

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You stare at what you've gotten done and its okay. it's only day one, so you can't be too hard on yourself.

Jungkook watches you closely. Watches how you lift the porous cloth to his ceiling lights. The light seeps through and glitters your irises. He watches the way you pout when you look back at the tutorial and yours doesn't look the same. He wants to tell you it looks good, but he'd be lying.

He watches the way you start over and closely and slowly you work.

You're concerned that he's getting bored but he assures you he's not. how can he.

You don't see the way he looks at you and he doesn't realise the way he enjoys it.

“I’m serious about the machine, you know,” he says quietly, voice not teasing this time.

You nod, distracted. “Yeah, I know.”

He watches you play with the yarn, twirling it around your finger, to hook. “I just think... you need something that’s yours.”

“Crochet?” You ask, half-joking, but he's serious.

“No,” he says, eyes not leaving yours. “Something that makes you feel like you again.”

You freeze.

“You haven't been yourself lately.”

You look down at your lap, not trusting your voice. Of course he noticed, but how far has he noticed.

“But,” he adds, softer now, “you’ll figure it out.”

“How do you know?”

You turn to look at him and your eyes meet his.

if Jungkook's back is the mountain, then his eyes are the sun that sets behind it at dusk. The orange, pink and blue in the sky and eventually the deep darkness. How can one person contain so much of nature's beauty and not be a god. It's clear to say you have the most attractive bestfriend. what makes it better is that his attraction goes deeper than his body.

But any girl is blessed to have him as a lover.

He's caring, great listener, he's supportive...you could list it all. The world doesn't own enough stones for you to write down all his good qualities. As much as you admire them, they've never been for you. The type of guys you go for and jungkook are two different people. His qualities make him a good friend and maybe a good boyfriend for somebody. You were never into that. Not that you'd ever think of you and jungkook as more.

You don't think you'd get along as lovers. You like them a little more distant. You don't like knowing much about your lovers. Makes it easier to leave

You're losing your mind.

You love your best friend...truly. As a bestfriend.

“Because you always do.” He encourages.

you always do but it's always with his help.

who helped you find your job? Jungkook. who's helped you through your breakup? Jungkook. who's going to make you cry right now? Jungkook but who's going to the one to hold you and tell you its gonna be okay?...jungkook.

You look at your yarn trying to go back to your project but the conversation's pulling both of you in. You blink any tears away.

Yes you can always do it... but with him. And you hate that. You know its only cause jungkook is the closest friend you have. If you had another friend maybe he wouldn't be so prevalent in your life.

For a second, he looks at you like—Like maybe he’s the one who needs you to figure it out for him. Tell him whatever and that's what it's going to be.

The ball is in your court. It will never be in his.

He checks it, stands. The day is over, night has fallen and he knows the games are over. So, there's no yelling Yoongi could do to irritate Jungkook. “Let me take this.” he stands his hand already set free.

Before you can say anything, his phone buzzes again.

incoming call from Yoongi

You saw the youtuber using a yarn unwinder to hold the yarn, so maybe you can go back to the store and check for that and not bother Jungkook. even though he says otherwise you know this boring for him.

“Okay.”

He heads towards the front door, why does he have to take the call outside?- you ignore it.

He hesitates at the door with his hand on the knob.

“Three months,” he says over his shoulder. With a smile trying to lighten the mood and leave you smiling and not question why he's going downstairs to pick up the phone. “I’m holding you to it.” he points at the yarn.

“Yeah?” you smirk. You will make it to three months.

He turns his head just enough to showyou his teeth. “And if you’re lucky—maybe I’ll get you something else.”

The door clicks shut behind him.

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