#I can literally carve an apple against it and it’ll peel the skin

[mrsoharaa]

Just…taking a moment to appreciate this man’s flawlesssss jawline. I— o h. 😵‍💫🫠😩

[isotuan]

Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))

“Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.”

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

The second you heard that door’s lock click, you practically kicked the damn thing open, yelling all sort of things because you were on the verge of hypothermia by the time he finally decided to answer the door.

“What took you so long?” You huffed, quickly burying yourself deep into the blanket that was thrown messily onto the couch. You could choke the kid right then and there if you wanted you, but you spared yourself from having to lose any one of your fingers because you swore if he had taken any longer your fingers would have fallen off.

“Sorry, I was making myself yogurt,” he answered with his mouth full, the bowl of said yogurt in one hand, a spoon in the other.

“Yogurt.”

He nodded to that.

“So you’re saying,” you breathed in, trying to stay as calm as possible. “You left me out in the cold…

“…For yogurt.”

He nodded to that, too.

You breathed out, “I trying my hardest right now not to strangle you to death, Jungkook.”

“Jeez, calm down,” he narrowed his eyes at you and looked as if you were crazy.

“Are you serious?” You glared at him, “You’re the one that asked me to help you study.”

“I did,” Jungkook agreed. “But this yogurt, though.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Your priorities are fucked up.”

You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to the kitchen to make some much-needed hot tea because the blanket wasn’t much help. You noticed the moment you stepped into his kitchen you could tell why Jungkook was preaching his yogurt so damn much. Cut up pieces of strawberry and a bruised banana peel lay above a cutting board with bits of granola scattered all over. He would be the person that was extra as shit when is came to something as simple as eating yogurt. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he had carved a  rose out of strawberry for decoration. He was extra like that and he’d always been that way ever since you met him two years ago, much to your dismay. This with his cocky attitude, you were surprised you even a year being friend with this asshole. 

“I swear if you touch my yogurt—” you heard him call for the living room.

“I won’t, dickhead.”

“Yah, wake up,” you gave the snoring boy and flick on the forehead.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he grumbled, rubbing the reddening spot on his forehead as his straightened back up in his seat. It had been about four hours since you two had begun studying, the digital clock Jungkook had in his room now read 1:39 am. On the desk were scribbled notes, note cards, scattered highlighters, and the numerous Psychology textbooks you’d borrowed from the library earlier on that day. You managed to keep him awake most of the time but would occasionally have to land a smack on the back of his head to keep him awake and focused.

You leaned on the armrest of your chair, “How do you expect to get a decent score on this test if you don’t focus?”

“A passing grade is fine for me.”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes. “You were so hardworking back then, what the fuck happened.”

He chuckled, “I don’t know. Ask Taehyung or Jimin.”

“On second thought, I don’t even want to know what you guys did,” you snarled, remembering all the nights you had to drag all three of them from a party because they got too shitted to get a ride home themselves. Thankfully it was mainly last year and that their party phase died down since then.

“Why study when you can just party and get laid?” Jungkook said and you swore you a gagged a bit.

“Really?” You looked at him questioningly.

“Really what?”

“One, that’s the worst motto to have,” you looked at him with distaste. “Two, you stopped partying ever since that one night at a random frat house, remember that?”

You could see Jungkook visible cringe at the memory of that horrible night. “I’m never going to parties ever again,” you remembered him say when you helped him haul himself out of a dumpster the day after.

“Now you barely get out of the house unless you really need to or when Jin forces you to. All you do now is play The Sims and go bowling on weekdays.”

Jungkook shrugged, “It’s not a bad lifestyle.”

You ignored him and continued on with your point. “And ‘get laid?’” you laughed out loud. “I haven’t seen you with a girl since forever.”

Jungkook gasped, “I am offended.”

It was now your turn to shrug, “It’s not a lie.”

Jungkook, legitimately offended it seemed, spoke, “Girls love me.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes. “As you can barely even talk to a girl or be in the same room as them.”

“Of course I can,” he crossed his arms over his chest and held his chin up high.

You looked at him, confused at his words as they seemed to reflect everything but the truth. “Jungkook,” you said. “Don’t shit around. I know you. And I know that you know damn well that you can’t handle girls.”

“That not true-”

“You get too nervous and would make up some lame excuse just to get out of a situation that involved girls, like ‘I left my gas on, gotta go,’ which you have actually used before.”

“Not credible information.”

“And how do you expect for women to like you if you can’t even engage in conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Again, you get too nervous.”

“No, I don’t get nervous around girls. That’s a fact.”

“Not credible information,” you mocked him. He narrowed his eyes, annoyed and fired up about the subject.

“And for your information, I, Jeon Jungkook” he pointed a finger at you, “am irresistible to all women across this nation. That’s another fact.”

“Again, not credible information,” you shook your head and he huffed.

“Oh, really?” Jungkook said. “Name one person.”

“Let’s see—Everyone? Literally, go ask anyone! A real example, me,” you said. “I don’t get turned on by you, I can’t ever imagine ever being turned on by you.”

Jungkook paused for a second, looked as if he was thinking, “Oh, really?”

You nodded sternly. 

“You wanna try?” He suddenly said.

“What?”

He spun his chair towards you, body fully facing you, “Try not to get turn on by me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “That’s very funny.” But as you began to turn back to the work in front of you Jungkook stopped you, placing his large hand on your knee. 

What the fuck.

You looked back at him, his face barely readable, but by the way, he had his face tilted up and a brow slightly raised, he was challenging you. You wanted to ask just what the hell was running through his mind. This fucker really thinks—you mused to yourself of which within that very second, you’d ultimately decided that—

It’ll be fun—

—Prove this little shit wrong.

And more prove yourself right.

“Fine—”

You brushed off Jungkook’s hand and stood up.

“What—”

Before he could finish, you’d already maneuvered your way so you were standing directly in front of himself, slightly in between his legs.

“—Try not to get nervous then.”

“Wait, what, this was my idea—”

You quickly kneeled down which shut him up and placed your torso in between his legs and a hand on his knee. You looked back up at Jungkook, he had his eyes glued on the placement of your hand before meeting your sight and his wide eyes blinked hard before dropping back down to your hand. He was completely taken by surprise, you could most definitely tell, but he was too speechless to even utter a word. You smirked and began inching up your hand up his leg and you took this chance to just slightly brushed your fingertips with the inside of his muscular thigh, feeling it tense up under your hot touch. You could see his chest rise up in a heavy gasp. You wanted to laugh.

Strike one.

You pushed yourself up, hand still locked onto his thigh and you moved a bit closer to him, where your free hand was resting on the armrest beside him and your knee was resting in the empty spot on his seat between his legs. You finally let your hand that was on his thigh leave its spot but rather let it slowly travel up and up his leg and onto his torso. You allowed your finger to lightly hook onto the waistband of his exposed Calvin Kleins before effortlessly dragging the end of his white tee up his body, his glowing skin gradually became more and more exposed. You never once let your eyes strip away from him which was why, when you purposely let your fingertips faintly line the dips of his sculpted stomach, you saw his Adam’s apple bob violently.

Strike two.

You eventually let loose of the shirt the moment your hand reached his bottom of his neck of which you instead began tracing your finger along his neckline and down his sharp jaw. You stopped once you reached his chin and you rested your fingers on it and carefully tilted his head up, which closed in the proximity from a couple of centimeters to barely a centimeter. Jungkook’s round eyes met yours and you kept the eye contact for a solid second, watching as his pupil double in size. However, that moment was short-lived when Jungkook’s gaze dropped down to your lips and his pink tongue swiped across his thin bottom lip in much anticipation. You smirked and took no time to inch closer and closer to him to the point where your lips sharing just about the same air and that a kiss would just seal in that empty space. As you moved, you could feel his thunderous pulse beating under your fingertips and practically hear his heart pound right out of his chest. 

Strike three.

“You got nervous,” you spoke a just your lips were about to touch and you pushed yourself off Jungkook, leaving him beet-red and completely dumbfounded in his seat. 

(( Note: See? I feel like this one is so meh, I might delete this later on :/// ))