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in love with love (with you) || all for you

series ; in love with love (with you)  description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not. 

title ; all for you 

word count ; 1.2k

notes ; 

a drabble for the in love with love (with you) series! in which jungkook tries (and fails) to take you on romantic dates - picnic version this time :)

tags ; surprise! hehe, fluff, that’s it really, pls go to main masterlist for more / general tags 

“for the record, i still think this is stupid,” jungkook says it like he’s not fully the one who came up with and planned the whole date in the first place. anybody else and you would take his words to heart but you know jungkook just likes to start shit for the fun of it. 

“stupid cute,” you retort instead, helping him lay out the picnic blanket. you can tell he’s pleased by the response because his lips are twitching, fighting a smile. he’s happy you like his idea even when he’s pretending to be a grump about it. 

there’s a basket of food and a small cooler of drinks. he’s taken you out to the park on a gorgeous day, even brought along a tiny speaker to play music quietly in the background. the two of you set up and settle in, snacking on the carefully prepared sandwiches jungkook had made, packed neatly into bento boxes. 

when you’re content and full, you lay your head on jungkook’s lap. it’s been only a little over two months since he kissed you at seokjin’s gala, so a part of you is still a little nervous when you settle in, in spite of the years of history you already share with him. you try to act as casually as you can, even if your breath is caught in your throat and your body is a little tense. it’s weird being in a relationship with jungkook sometimes. it’s weird liking him this much. 

he peers down at you, head tilted curiously like he’s also confounded that he ended up here with you. the rosy blush on his cheeks gives him away, though. he likes that you laid down in his lap. 

“you gonna start reading a book or something?” he smirks, eyes arched. “o’ fair maiden, lying in the shade of the tree, on her lover’s lap.” 

“shut up,” you lazily smack him in the chest with the back of your hand. “at least i read. unlike someone.” 

“you know, i could solve that problem by having you actually live out the experiences instead,” he mutters, and you roll your eyes, getting comfortable. jungkook is 90% muscle but you’re fairly convinced you could fall asleep like this, his fingers gently brushing against your arm. you don’t think he’s even conscious of the fact that he’s lightly tracing patterns against your skin. in the two months you’ve been together, you’ve learned jungkook doesn’t quite know how to keep his hands off you now that he has free reign of it. always an arm thrown over your shoulder, or a teasing hand messing up your hair. when you’re being especially mouthy back at him (he starts it, and you were sure he did it on purpose before, but you definitely know that he does it on purpose now) - he kisses you quiet. 

so yeah, maybe you let him start it. and maybe you continue the petty debates. if he’s gonna keep kissing you like that, who are you to complain? 

you sigh serenely, eyes fluttering shut, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin. it’s a surprise it’s so warm today - the early days of march usually still cling to the cold of winter. but it’s nice out, and jungkook’s comforting presence against you only makes it better. 

with a hesitant hand, jungkook threads his fingers through your hair. “is this weird?” he whispers, like it’s a secret. 

“it’s only weird if you say it like that,” you crack open an eye. “i like it, though.” 

jungkook says nothing in return, trying to hide a smile. he continues to gently run his hands through your hair, a soothing action that leaves you sleepy. he seems satisfied to hover over you, watching your expression slowly relax as you get closer and closer to falling asleep. 

until you feel it. 

your eyes blink open. jungkook blinks back. you squint at him. “did you feel that?” 

jungkook tilts his head, confused. “feel what-” 

then he feels it. 

he narrows his eyes. “no. there’s no way. i definitely checked the weather today-” 

you shriek a little when you feel the rain start to pour down, getting heavier and heavier as the seconds pass. jungkook curses, pulling to your feet and trying to tug the jacket he brought with him over your head, but you push it away, leaving him dumbfounded because one, why, and two, you’re just laughing, the sound so jubilant he forgets that he’s even getting rained on in the first place, too busy staring at the wide grin he’s pretty sure he’s in love with, not that you have to know that just yet. while the other park-goers are hurrying out, trying to find shelter, you’re twirling under the sunshower, eyes lit up like getting caught in the rain is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. 

“y/n!” he calls. “get back here, you’re gonna get sick!” 

you run back to him, suddenly so close jungkook forgets to breathe. you lean up to him, bright and childlike, eyes shining, hair plastered to your forehead. “c’mon, jungkook,” you beam. “haven’t you ever heard of dancing in the rain?” 

you spin away from him again, his lungs filling back up with the air you stole from him. he sighs heavily, a little exasperated but he lets you go, watching you tilt your head back and let the rain soak you through without a single care. 

“you’re insane,” he reminds you. “certifiably insane, princess.” 

when you glance over your shoulder at him, full of mischief and adoration, he tongues his cheek. with a click of his tongue, he mutters, “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” and barrels towards you, sweeping you clean off your feet while you scream, laughing and clinging to him so you don’t get dropped. 

“we’re gonna get sick,” he warns, but he doesn’t make any move to put you back down and clean up the things you brought with you. with the adrenaline you still have from running around in the rain, you move to brush his wet hair away from his forehead, grinning at him. 

“i’ll take care of you, jeon,” you tease. 

“will you now,” he says, bemused, but doesn’t give you a chance to answer, kissing you hard, both of you laughing through it. 

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“sorry,” he murmurs hours later, when you’re both toweling off in his apartment, jungkook casting a shy look at you from his peripheral. you so rarely see him like this, a side of him that’s emerged because he wants to impress you, wants to make you happy. “i really did mean to take you on a nice picnic.” 

“it was nice,” you rebut, dropping the towel to hang around your shoulders. “dancing in the rain is on my bucket list.” 

this catches his attention, eyebrows arching. with a tug, he pulls you onto his lap, and this time you’re the one blushing, unsure where to leave your hands and settling for his shoulders. “bucket list,” he muses, tilting his head thoughtfully. his eyes find yours again. “care to share?” 

he grins stupidly at the way you immediately forget your embarrassment of being in his lap to run through your mental list that he’s pretty sure was generated from every movie you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t care. it’s you. he set up a silly picnic for you, ran around in the rain for you, will put up with the cold he’s inevitably getting later - all for you. 

he’d do just about anything, really. as long as it’s with you.  

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