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neokollection · 6 years ago

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Kissing Out of Jealousy

NCT U + Yuta

‘Can I request a NCT U kissing you out of jealousy?’

A/N: I’m sure there’s already a reaction of this, but I’m here to add another :^) This is assuming you’re dating for some members, but for some you’re not dating, they like you- THIS IS LONG BTW!! [Kinda more like a mini drabble per each member]

** Language, some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ** ik some ppl don't find jealousy cute so don't read if you not into that..

Taeil:

Taeil wasn’t the type to get jealous easily or behave pettily- Rather, he was just protective at times and would feel he’d have to interject to save you from situations... Whether you were feeling uncomfortable or not- Yet a part of your boyfriend also felt slightly neglected, a faithful dog waiting on the other side of the fence with it’s tail wagging at the sight of it’s owner, even though it’s owner was petting the neighbor’s cat.

He called out your name in the hopes of getting your attention as he watched you and Ten staring at your screens before nudging each other continuously with a laugh to show the other a recent entertaining Tweet. He was all for you bonding with the other boys, but he’d missed you this week and throughout the day constantly stuck by your side. Placing the bowl of steaming popcorn upon the coffee table, he took his seat beside you on the couch, hand patting around for the remote he’d dropped there moments before.

“OMG- You have to show that to Mark,” Ten gasped, covering his mouth to conceal his wicked grin as he looked at the meme you’d stumbled upon of Mark’s shorts.

“Let me see,” Taeil added, not wanting to miss out and curious as to what was so funny.

He leant in, eyes flickering to Ten as he watched the younger lean back into the couch, thumbs moving rapidly upon his screen. Taeil listened amusedly as he heard your small chuckle in his ear, a smile gracing his lips as he saw your screen before drawing back partially.

“You’re amused so easily,” he chuckled, nose nearly brushing your own as he leant nearer, a hand shooting to your waist to tickle you gently.

“Says you,” you squirmed with a bright smile.

Finally, his forehead rest upon your own, his antics stilling as he closed the gap between the two of you for a quick kiss. Embarrassed about kissing so openly with Ten by your side, you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks as you pulled away shyly. You could have sworn Taeil’s gaze jumped from your lips to your eyes to Ten before he closed the gap once more- You let out a muffled chuckle against his lips as your hands went to the front of his shirt to slow him down and steady yourself.

“Ew- God- Could you not?” Ten whined in disapproval, scooting away.

You could feel Taeil’s smile against your lips before he drew back, eyes as lively as ever.

Smothering you and being that cute couple to show off and make others wanna gag, but not let you think it’s a jealousy thing-

Taeyong:

Easily, one of the most jealous man you’d ever dated. He had his share of insecurities that make him question whether he’s worthy of love and attention, and an anxiety about losing the person he cherishes the most... So, seeing your interactions with your old classmates made him feel even more insecure in the moment. He’d had a stressful and busy week and hadn’t gotten to see you much, merely late calls that usually didn’t last long because he’d coax you to go to sleep early since you’re busy as well. Meeting a few of your old high school classmates, totally coincidentally at Gong Cha was all it took for him to have a small internal freak out. He already didn’t like that they were guys, even more so that they’d known you longer than he had technically... He felt excluded- He always wanted to be a part of every part of your life and have you in every part of his- To him your soulmates and he didn’t like feeling as though someone had a leg up on him in regards to you.

“You look great! Wow- It’s been a minute, but wow-” one of your old classmates gushed, stunned by how you’d matured and glowed up through the years spent apart.

You gave a small chuckle in return, “I’m surprised you recognized me-”

“I mean how could I forget (Y/n)?” he joked, gesturing towards you, followed by a few hums of the other classmates beside him.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that- You didn’t think of yourself as too memorable of a person during high school. You’re boyfriend disliked it even more, a scowl etched into his features- He didn’t like not being in the know or what exactly the man meant.

“Well, it’s a small world I guess,” you wrapped up awkwardly, “It was nice to see you,” you added, able to feel Taeyong’s calculating gaze.

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of your tea, inviting Taeyong to ask whatever he was going to ask.

“Were you popular in high school?”

“No,” you huffed, “Not really anyway- I’ve already told you about my high school- I wasn’t even friends with those guys... I can’t believe he recognized me.”

‘You’re just too pretty to be forgettable’ was what Taeyong had been thinking, but decided to keep it in. He could still feel their fleeting gazes glancing towards you as they sat down in laughter- He didn’t like that... What were they talking about? You? Were they laughing about you? Who knew what prude remarks they were making.

“I’d have dated her back in junior year if I knew she was gonna turn out like this-”

Feeling jealous, protective, and anxious he stood, causing you to look up at him, “Where are you going..?”

“Bathroom,” he informed before bending down, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he sealed your lips together in a sweet kiss- Lips tasting of caramel.

Your lips followed his own as he drew back, swiping his thumb endearingly across your cheek before giving it a gentle pinch. You pulled your face from his grasp at the action, playfully pouting at your cup of tea as he left the table.

“I know right-”

The voices got louder as he approached.

“Could you keep your voices down?” he asked, yet it wasn’t really a question- His tone and gaze icy and curt before he brushed past their table to the restroom.

Yuta:

Tossing in jealous Yuta because that’s hot-

You didn’t have to be dating Nakamoto Yuta for him to feel as strongly as he did. He felt like you were already his, his sweet, his dear, his precious- And he wasn’t going to let the world or anyone else take that away from him. You loved him as a friend- The two of you had crossed the boundary of friendship a few times with late night kisses and drunken texts- But there was something about his possessive nature that made you hesitant to progress any further with him. Just being his friend you felt like a prisoner-

“I have to drop by my brothers’ dorm to give him back his battery pack-” you began, halting as you remembered.

“I’ll go with you,” Yuta chimed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as his other hand pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie harshly, causing it to close around your face.

You stumbled into him mid-step as he did so, whining dramatically as your hands attempted to shove him aside.

“My brother doesn’t like you,” you interjected, pulling the hood free from your mess of hair as Yuta released you.

With a shrug he focused his attention on taming your hair, the action causing your face to heat.

“You shouldn’t go into the boys dorm alone,” he reprimanded, motherly as ever.

Jaehyun. Your brother’s roommate and soccer teammate of Yuta- was coming down the very path you were on the quad.

“Jaehyun!” you called out suddenly, happy to find a delivery man.

His eyes darted from his phone to you, his brows knitting together seconds later-

“Hey,” he began, slowly letting his gaze drift between the two of you before to your hoodie.

“Uh... Is that your hoodie?”

“I stole it from my brother- Don’t tell,” you chuckled.

Letting out a soft chuckle of amusement, Jaehyun shook his head, “That’s not your brother’s- That’s mine. I’d been looking for it all week-”

“Oh my God!” you gasped, dropping the tote bag from your shoulder, “I’m so sorry! I- It was on his side of the room... So I thought-”

“It’s fine,” he interjected, “It looks good on you-”

Yuta’s gaze narrowed at that remark and before he even had a moment to stop you, you were peeling off the hoodie and offering it to an astonished Jaehyun. You saw no issue with it, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath.

“I’m so so sorry! Also...” you began, picking up your bag, “Could you give this to my brother?”

“Sure-” Jaehyun nodded, scratching the nape of his neck as you pushed the goods into his hands before whipping around and grabbing the side of Yuta’s plaid jacket to bring him in tow with you-

“O my God... That was so embarrassing-” you rambled, feeling your face hot in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Yuta’s feet stopped moving, causing you to stop. He removed his phone from the pocket of his jacket before slipping it into his jeans, removing his coat.

“What are you doing?” you asked dumbly before catching on, “N-No, I’m not cold or anything-”

Silently, he draped it over your shoulders before his hands slid to the open front of it, grasping it before pulling you closer by the collar. His lips melded with your own, needy and passionate, jealousy brewing in his heart at even a simple encounter. His hands slid down to the zipper, zipping it quickly as he pulled away, your arms constricted, a smug expression on his face before he began walking again.

“H-Hey! GET THIS off me!” empty sleeves flopping by your sides as you hobbled after him.

The type to give you a little taste of his cold shoulder and reprimanding you for being careless [about making him jealous basically].

Kun:

Respectful and mature bub who wouldn’t do anything unless the two of you were dating, and for a while.

He couldn’t understand why Xioajun was so clingy towards you- I mean... He understood it in a sense since he was also in a way- But it was different. You were taken- Xiaojun should have taken a hint from him by now. Kun was constantly swooping in to interrupt the too of you, the hint of a small grin gracing his features each time to hide his unkindly thoughts towards the younger.

“Does Xiaojun bother you?” he questioned, watching as you pulled on your socks from the doorway of your bedroom, his shoulder resting against the frame.

“No?”

Cocking your head to the side, you couldn’t understand what Kun was hinting at or why he was asking.

“He’s always around you...”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We’re friends.”

You stood, ready to pass by your boyfriend and slip on your shoes by the doorway, yet he didn’t budge.

“Well...” he began, “I don’t want to sound ...clingy, but I don’t like it-”

“There’s nothing to worr-”

You were mid-roll of your eyes, when he cut you off, his warm hand enveloping around your own, “You’re mine, right?”

There was a hint of something swimming in his chocolate gaze, as if a saddened part of him needed reassurance.

“O-Of course,” you admitted, blushing to yourself from feeling caught off guard.

“Then I have a right to be like this,” he added, voice softer.

You open and shut your mouth dumbly, not sure what to say in response. Yes? He to a degree had a right to feel jealous- But... There was really no reason to be jealous over Xiaojun- Tugging your hand forward gently, he drew you to meet his lips, lilting his neck down. His kiss was delicate, lips plush and substantial, but movements gentle and loving. Your knees felt weak, as if it was your first kiss again.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nearly whispered as he drew back, “I’ll try to be mindful,” you added, referring to distancing yourself a bit so Kun wouldn’t get the wrong impression again.

“We’re going to be late...”

Doyoung:

You drew back to take a breath before your lips were smothered again, his nostrils flaring in anger and also the need for oxygen. You whined gently against his lips, attempting to pull back once more. You panted, out of breath before placing a hand on Doyoung’s chest to keep him at bay.

He leant back over the center console, resting his head back against the padded seat. Finished clicking in your seat belt you looked at him.

“When you dress like that,” he began, nodding forward, “guys get the wrong idea.”

“N-”

“Like thinking you’re single and something for them to ogle at,” he added, cutting you off, “You have no idea what kind of sleaze bags were looking at you and what they were thinking-”

His fox-like eyes flickered back to you, taking a moment to glance at the obvious cleavage you’d put on display.

“I dressed up for you- I just… I wanted to feel sexy and make you-”

“Make me what? Upset?”

“No! Proud to be with me- To be attractive to you…”

Raking a hand through his hair he let his gaze fall upon your own.

“Don’t you get it?” he began, jabbing the keys into the ignition, “You’re always attractive to me- I always want you- I’m always proud of you- But I want to be the only one to see.. You don’t deserve them looking at you like that and it makes me sick,” he trailed off, quickly casting his gaze forward as he pulled away from the curb.

You felt a tingle jolt along your spine at his words.

Ten:

He’d been giving you a snarky attitude all day; curt remarks and dismissive glances. Sighing for the final time as he pretended to ignore you, you let your tongue poke at your cheek in annoyance.

“Look at me,” you probed.

His fingers halted before smashing the pause button on his game, tossing the controller aside him on the sofa as he let out his own sigh, his gaze continuing to be fixed upon the TV screen.

“Why are you being like this?”

You hated how beautiful his profile was, the slope of his sharp nose and outline of his soft lips.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?” you added, raising your tone.

“If you want someone to talk to why don’t you ask Taeyong?” he quipped, voice laced with venom.

Huffing in exasperation, you let your hands fall to your hips.

“Are you serious?”

Finally… he turned his dark gaze towards you.

“Yeah,” he nearly shrugged, attitude as petty as ever.

“You’re such a child!” you shouted, unable to control your emotions as you stormed away, frustrated and wanting to cry.

He paused for a moment before standing.

“I’m childish?” he asked, tone brazen and perplexed.

You stopped, turning on your heel-

“Then what?” he questioned, “Is Taeyong the man?”

Before you could spit out a reply he grabbed onto your elbow.

“I’m the only man you should see,” he barked.

“You are my only man…” you murmured, hurt he thought otherwise.

Cupping your face, he pulled you into him, lips messily finding one other before passionately embracing.

Omg I hate this one…

Jaehyun:

Far enough. Was what Jaehyun had been thinking.

His jaw was set, his lips pursing each time his eyes narrowed slightly, causing one of his dimples to gently show.

Sure, it was Taeyong’s birthday, but that didn’t mean he had the right to flirt with you-

“Is that right?” you giggled, after listening to one of Taeyong’s stories.

Your fork idly toyed with the pasta in your dish as you gave Taeyong your attention. The rest of the lunch table seemed chatty, side for Jaehyun whom pouted by your side. His silence was slowly steeling your attention away from Taeyong as you began to worry.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” you interjected, glancing towards the bathroom.

Your plan was simple, take a break from Taeyong by using the restroom before retuning and turning to Jae to give your attention and ask what was up. As you stood Johnny began speaking to Taeyong, allowing you the perfect cover to escape. As you did, someone snagged you by your belt loop. Your forlorn boyfriend looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t place.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you whispered, your brows furrowing in concern at his oddness.

He released you, standing himself to follow you.

“Why are you being so weird?” you inquired, rounding a corner with him.

“I’m jealous,” he admitted.

“Wh- How? What’s there to be jealous about?” you stumbled.

Instead of answering or explaining, he cornered you against the wall once the two of you were hidden from sight in the hall of the bathroom.

“Babe,” you began, your voice lowering.

Being under his gaze in such close quarters you felt trapped, trying to think of what he’d want to hear to be reassured. You bit your lip in thought. Warm lips clashed with your own, not too aggressive, nor gently. The breath that had gotten caught in your throat came out as a sigh against his lips as his hands slid from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your hips.

“We can’t do this here,” you nearly whispered, your lips brushing his own in temptation.

Ignoring you, his hasty lips met yours again, causing you to let out a small moan of protest.

“Oh- God-” Ten sputtered, shielding his eyes from the entrance of the hallway as he saw the two of you.

Your fist came in contact with Jae’s pec as he broke away from you.

...When you came back to the table you could feel everyone’s gaze upon the two of you, lowering your gaze in embarrassment as Jaehyun wore a smug grin.

Win:

Cold shoulders were never fun, especially when dealing with your best friend Sicheng. He sat several rows in front of you in the lecture hall instead of beside you, scrolling through his phone and clearly avoiding your texts. You bit your pen cap in annoyance as you stared at the back of his head.

“Maybe they broke up-”

It was a hushed whisper, but you were able to here it.

“Just go talk to her-”

Evidently Sicheng heard it too, his thumb having stopped scrolling and his ears perked.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, taking the seat beside you.

“H-Hi,” you fumbled, baffled as to why Mark Lee was sitting next to you.

“This seat’s not taken, is it?”

“No,” you enunciated, making sure it was clearly loud enough for Sicheng to hear in an attempt to be petty.

“Cool- Well, uh, there’s this party at Alpha Delta Si later,” he began, “If you wanted to go, you could be my plus one- Honestly, we’ve had this class together all semester and I thought you were cute-”

You were flattered by his invitation, but frat parties weren’t really your scene.

Glancing over his shoulder at the encounter, Sicheng was caught by your gaze.

“Oh- Uh, I’ll have to think about it, parties like that aren’t really my thing-” you declined politely.

“O-Oh,” Mark nodded, retracting to his seat in thought as the professor entered.

The entire lesson you and Sicheng fumed with thoughts of each other, unable to concentrate. The lesson seemed to end in record time, not that you were paying attention.

“So, um, if parties aren’t your thing we could do something like uh... get ice cream, or-”

Once you’d stood to stuff your belongings in your bag, Mark was back at it again. However, your sleeve was yanked by the ever so thoughtful Sicheng, pulling you from the row and tugging you up the stairs of the lecture hall. You stumbled after him dumbly until he shoved the door open with such force you were scared for a moment.

“Stop-” you shot, pulling from his grip.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem? I thought you-”

You could feel the gaze of several classmates in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. Behind you, Sicheng saw the door of the lecture hall swing open with none other than Mark and Jeno, his eyes narrowing as he caught Mark’s gaze. Swooping in, his hand clamped over your forearm to pull you to meet his lips, his blunt nails digging into your sweater. He was overwhelming, figure looming over your own, hasty lips pushing against your own, you felt lost in your shock.

Jungwoo:

“Let me up,” you huffed for what felt like the fifth time.

A hum of disapproval left the boy who’d constricted himself around you.

“Woo- I’ll be late for my shift...” you tried, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t go,” he murmured.

“I have to go- My supervisor will be mad if I’m late again...”

“Your supervisor,” he began, sitting up, his fluff of hair bouncing, unfit of his narrowing eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not-”

You struggled in his hold, but he draped a leg over your hips to bar your escape, hugging you closer.

“He’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed with an airy chuckle, “But that doesn’t matter, I need to keep my wage-”

Rolling on top of you, you let out a whine under his weight. Cutely, he blew the hair out of your face, not daring to remove his hands from wrapped around you for fear of you escaping. You giggled and writhed at his actions, shaking the hair from your face. He plopped a soft kiss upon your lips, smothering your own before drawing back momentarily.

“Don’t go.”

His lips didn’t give yours time to spit out a retort, softly melding with yours with passion. Had it been any other day or any other occasion, you would have skipped whatever event there was to stay with him, but you couldn’t miss today... Shaking your head to shake his lips off your own, he groaned against your lips, unrelenting. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of anguish against his lips, following it with a low whine. He bit your lip in retaliation gently, shifting on top of you as you squealed and wiggled beneath him.

“You’re being childish,” you gasped, nostrils flaring with the need for air.

Lucas:

“Baby-”

Yukhei’s deep voice reverberated through your being as his lips brushed your ear.

“Why are you watching that?”

In your defense, you hadn’t searched for it, rather it was in your suggestions and you just so happened to be curious by the amount of views it had. A Doyoung, Boss focus cam- Nor were you expecting your friend-with-benefits to be up so early... He usually slept well past ten.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you partially lied.

“Do you like him?”

“Uh,” you stalled, glancing over your bare shoulder, “It’s not like I know him-”

“I mean,” he corrected, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Your expression morphed into one of confusion at his most likely horny what-the-fuckery. If you said yes would he set up a threesome?

“Yeah.”

A warm hand slid over your bare arm, trailing to your shoulder before moving to your throat. He didn’t like that answer- Though the two of you weren’t official, he had real feelings for you- Which is why he called you baby, and told you to stay the night when you’d start searching for your clothes the night before...

“What about me?” he groaned gently.

Dropping your phone aside, you rolled over to your side, your hand going to his wrist to stop the growing pressure he applied.

“Yeah, you’re sexy,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was immaturely jealous.

“Am I sexier?”

He drew you closer, his nose brushing against your own as he awaited your answer.

“I’m not sure,” you teased, withholding a giggled at how his eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle too, able to catch onto your teasing attitude.

“I must be since I’m the one with you and not him,” he muttered with a smile, rolling over on top.

His lips claimed your own in an arduously slow kiss, his hand fumbling to reach over and turn off your phone.

Mark:

Alone, in bed, on his phone- Mark’s evening was rather bland. He’d been on a call with you while you’d been getting ready to come over, content with just listening to your voice.

“Why do you take so long to get ready?” he questioned with a sigh, “Just come over already.”

“I have to look good,” you countered, “You said Johnny was home...”

And here it was, the recent reason for Mark’s despise of Johnny Suh, one of his closest friends.

“Bro- So what... You’re coming over to see me, not him-”

That was true-

“Yeah, but if I do see him-”

“Whatever, just hurry up,” Mark complained, his tone snappish as he hung up.

It was hard getting friend-zoned, let alone having the girl you like be into your best friend instead.

Fifteen minutes later you were checking your reflection on your phone before the door, collecting yourself before ringing the doorbell.

Answering it, Mark felt his heart clench- You looked ridiculously cute, glossy lips, curled lashes, slight wind-blown hair, and the oversized Puma hoodie you’ d bought last week to match your leggings. He wish you were getting all dolled up for him, causing a pang of jealousy to stab him.

“I’ll pay for delivery since you paid last time,” you remarked, stepping through the doorway to remove your shoes as your eyes searched for the giant of your affection.

Yet he was nowhere in sight... Making your way to Mark’s room with your bag, dropping it to his bed and plugging your phone into his charger. You heard the distinct sound of the refrigerator opening, bottles rattling- Perhaps it was Johnny. Turning on your heel, you planned upon seeing whom it was, but a Mark Lee was blocking your path, having just entered the threshold of his room.

“Lemme see,” you pried, your brows furrowing as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s Taeil,” he lied, knowing what you were after.

You still wanted to check for yourself, even give the senior a greeting.

“Uh, let me through,” you paused as Mark remained in his spot.

“Why’s it always go to be about him?”

“I- What do you-”

“You know what I mean,” he interjected, raising his voice, “All of a sudden everything’s about him-”

“That’s not true,” you tried, folding your arms defensively.

“Yes it is,” he retorted, taking a step toward you, his bad attitude and mood nearly radiating off his figure, “We can’t even hang out like we used to because you’re always preoccupied with him-”

“I can’t help that I like him!” you shot back.

It took only another step and Mark was in front of you, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his nose brushed yours for only a millisecond- You couldn’t contemplate what was taking place and before it registered, his lips were on your own, sticky lip gloss transferring.

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jungkookienoona · 7 years ago

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 32: The Day Jungkook Was Mischievous

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: Ma City by BTS

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Summary:

Your second day of living in Korea and Jungkook decided to mess around with paint.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 8964

Length: 32/?

It wasn't your alarm that woke you up that morning. Nor was it your phone. In fact, it was the strange sensation of something wet touching your face. Licking it actually. You turned away from the strange feeling with a groan, intent on ignoring it until a semi-familiar yip was heard. Groggy memories of the last 24 hours came back to you. Another yip. Ah, Miri. Miri was what had woken you up.

You sighed when the pup climbed over your body and bumped her wet nose against your cheek. No point ignoring the inevitable. You would have to get up. The poor girl was probably starving, so you finally gave in and opened your eyes.

"Mornin' Miri," you mumbled, sitting up and scratching her behind her ear. "You hungry?"

Her tail wagged behind her and her tongue poked out adorably.

"I'll take that as a yes. Let's get some brekkie, then."

You ruffled her fur then climbed out of bed, an 'aw' slipping past your lips as she hopped off after you with her short legs.

You found the cupboard in the kitchen where Jin had told you he stored Miri's food. She sat patiently beside her bowl and you filled it up before getting her fresh water. With Miri sorted, it was time to make yourself breakfast.

You scurried over to one of your boxes labelled 'cereal' and opened it to reveal breakfast cereals from England and grabbed the Coco Shreddies. Childish? Yes. Did you feel bad about it? No. You needed that chocolatey goodness.

Hallelujah! There was milk! Two large cartons sat on the shelf and you made a mental note to thank Jungkook. You didn't know what you would have done without it. There also a carton of orange juice inside, so you poured yourself a drink and went to sit at the kitchen table to watch Miri gobble up her breakfast.

You couldn't believe you were the owner of such a small fluffy cloud.

She followed you back into your bedroom after breakfast, curling up on your lap when you sat on the edge of the bed as your phone switched back on. The first notification was Snow. Jungkook had sent you a picture.

Opening the app you were immediately greeted to a smiling shirtless Kookie.

'Good morning Jagi.'

That was followed by yet another selca of him in a white t-shirt with a grey beanie: 'Are you up yet loser? We got some shit to do today.'

It was sent only ten minutes ago so you sent a selca back of you holding Miri up to cover most of your face.

'Morning! I just need to get washed and changed.'

Your phone buzzed almost instantly saying that he would leave the dorm in a few minutes to give you the chance to get ready.

Once again delving into your suitcase, you pulled out an outfit you thought would be suitable for the day and hurried to the bathroom. You thanked fuck that you had already unpacked your bathroom supplies when getting ready for bed the night before.

A knock at the door sounded just as you were hopping into a pair of sweatpants. Miri jumped off your bed and paused in the doorway, head tilted towards the door as if asking if you were going to answer it. You ran a hand through your hair and waddled to the entrance.

You opened the door to reveal Jungkook with his famous bunny grin. Accompanying his t-shirt and beanie combo was a pair of grey sweats and tan timberlands, a backpack hooked over his shoulder.

"Get some shoes on Kitten, we're going shopping."

"Paint shopping?" You asked hopefully.

Jungkook nodded. "Paint and whatever else you feel you need. Furniture, etcetera."

Shoving on a pair of converse, you made sure you had everything you needed before dropping to a crouch and picking up Miri for a cuddle before you left.

"Did you two do some bonding when I left last night?"

"Mhm. I let her sleep on the bed with me last night."

Jungkook smiled and crouched down to pet her.

"Enjoy it while it lasts, pupper. Today is the second date so one more and I'll be sleeping in that bed too."

The image of you and Jungkook cuddled up in bed with Miri stretched between you made you smile. Putting your puppy down, you said goodbye and closed the door. The action pained you but she couldn't come.

"Shouldn't you let her out to do her... business... before we leave? She's probably been holding it in since you fell asleep."

You eyes widened. You had completely forgot! The only pets you had before were cats and they were pretty independent.

"Shit!"

You quickly popped back inside, found Miri's leash and attached it to the small pup.

"Do you think we could take her for a little walk first then? You didn't say if this apartment block had a garden so..."

"There's a small courtyard behind the building," Jungkook said leading the way towards the elevator. "But a walk is probably better. You'll get to see more of where you live."

You watched Miri trotting along slightly ahead of you with her tiny legs.

"Yeah. And it would be good exercise for her. Look at her small legs go!"

"She's so adorable," Jungkook giggled. "Just like you."

You scowled at him and picked Miri up as you finally reached the elevator. The little poodle gave a small bark and licked your face. She squirmed on the ride down so her chin rest on your shoulder. Jungkook couldn't stop cooing at her which quickly made your scowl disappear. He was too sweet.

On the ground floor, Jungkook showed you the little courtyard through a glass door before heading outside and onto the street.

Jungkook took your hand in his and smiled brightly. You had an inkling as to why he was so happy. He had finally gotten you to Korea and he was relishing it. Though you were still nervous about being spotted. Especially by the media or possible sasaengs. But Jungkook didn't seem to mind or care.

"You sure you don't want to wear a mask?" You asked lowly. Sure the residential side street you lived on was quiet, but if you were heading onto main roads then there was definitely a chance he would be noticed.

"If they can respect my privacy when I'm with my parents or my friends, they can respect it while I'm with you."

He gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your fingers. You liked holding hands with Jungkook; he was always warm. Or at least warmer than you.

A few moments later, you turned onto the main road and Jungkook pointed out the closest convenience store to your building.

"Most convenience stores are open 24 hours a day. Korea is known for it's '24 hour culture'. SO pretty much everything is open all day every day. Even take-aways."

You nodded along, your focus momentarily diverted when Miri paused to sniff at a random patch on concrete. You gave her lead a light tug and she quickly skipped back in front of you.

Idle chit-chat flowed easily between the two of you as he pointed out more places, like take-aways he had ordered from or shops he's been in before. Eventually, you reached a large looking park, littered with autumnal leaves.

"This is beautiful," you muttered. "Can I let Miri off here?"

Jungkook said it was a dog friendly park and you unclipped her lead. She immediately dashed off, her little white body bright against the oranges and greens of the floor. You felt Jungkook's arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a back hug. "Is it possible to have 2 dates in one day?" You shook your head and he sighed. "I'm an impatient person."

"Well, learn to be patient."

He nuzzled into your hair as you watched Miri jump into a leaf pile. "I can't. I want to cuddle you so you sleep better. Don't think I didn't notice the bags under your eyes while you were away."

"I was stressed-"

"I can cuddle the stress away."

You tilted your head back against his shoulder as you laughed. His nose scrunched in confusion as to what was funny.

"I'm not stressed any more, BunBun. That disappeared when you kissed me at the airport yesterday."

He grinned, a hand coming up to tilt your face towards his so he could place a tender kiss on your lips.

"That's the first of today's 10 kisses."

Unable to resist, you closed the gap between you again before pulling back with a small grin.

"Second."

He booped your nose with his. "If I smother you with enough kisses, will you forget about the 3 date rule?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Normally when someone tries to kiss their way into a person's bed they have... other intentions."

Jungkook's eyes widened as his cheeks tinted red. Clearly embarrassed by what you were implying. You laughed out loud.

"I-I-I'm n-not..." he stuttered out, then cleared his throat and tried again. "T-that's not w-what I meant..."

"I know BunBun. I just wanted to tease you. You're so innocent."

His told on you suddenly tightened as his brows furrowed to shadow his dark eyes.

"I'm not innocent," he grumbled. "Just didn't want you to think I only want you for one thing."

It was one thing to have talked about past experience with sex. It was another thing for Jungkook to say he wanted you in that way. Your own face turned as red as a tomato.

It was Jungkook's turn to laugh, childish giggles taking over his body.

"Look who's red now."

You turned your face away from him, spotting Miri running back to you. Well, more like jumping through leaf piles back to you. How could one dog be so cute?

Stepping out of Jungkook's embrace, you dropped to rub the belly of the pup who had rolled onto her back and stared up at you with her big brown eyes. There was a crunch with every beat of her tail against the coloured leaves.

"I still can't believe I have a dog."

Jungkook crouched down beside you, "Would you like to see her do a trick Jagi?" You nodded. He made a circle with his arms, "Miri, taieo (tyre)."

Her ears pricked and she scrambled to her feet before leaping through the ring. Your jaw dropped. Miri yipped happily as Jungkook spoiled her with belly rubs, muttering something about giving her a treat when you got back to the apartment.

"The only training I've seen a dog have is when I trained my older sister's husky to respond to my whistles..." You trailed off, still in awe at the small dog knowing show tricks. Was she a show dog before Bangtan got her for you?

You asked the question and Jungkook shook his head.

"Her parents were both show dogs, but she never competed." He then sighed as if recalling a sad memory. "Poor baby was put up for adoption because they felt bad for leaving her at home while the others travelled for competitions."

You pouted at the story. But then you realised something. Miri was trained in Korean, meaning she'd only respond to Korean commands or borrowed English words. You looked at Jungkook who was grinning like a lovestruck fool at the pup.

"You'll need to teach me how to do the tricks with her. I want to play too."

He nodded, "Okay! Can you hand me her lead please? I think it's about time we took her back and go shopping."

Jungkook clipped the lead back to her collar and hand in hand you walked back to your apartment undetected. Miri was given a treat for behaving, and then you headed out once more.

You swore you had never seen so many colours. How many shades of yellow were there? How the fuck were there shades of black? 'Charcoal' was clearly a grey, not a black! Your eyes continued to scan down the aisle for what you were looking for. Red. You wanted red. Jungkook wasn't being very useful, looking at the colour charts on the opposite wall, laughing at their ridiculous names.

You continued to walk down the aisle, leaving Jungkook behind as you went on your hunt. You wanted a specific crimson. What was the Korean for crimson again? You racked your brain until you remembered.

Ah! You found the red section and began looking up and down the shelves for the tin you were looking for. It took a minute, but you found it...right at the top. Fuck.

"Kookie..."

Jungkook jogged over to you. "Yes Jagi?"

"I need help getting that tin of paint," You said, pointing to the top shelf.

He frowned. "I might be tall but even I can't reach that... Maybe you should get in my shoulders."

Your eyes went wide. "I'm not getting on your shoulders!"

He pulled on your arm like a child. "I promise I won't drop you."

"Kook!"

"Fine... Piggy back.?"

You looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "Surely asking a member of staff would be easier."

"But not as fun."

You hesitated. "What if it falls on me?"

"Then we take another trip to A and E," He said quickly, passing you his backpack to wear and crouching. "Hop on."

Hesitantly, you did as he instructed, somewhat nervous about what may happen. What if you dropped the tin on his head?! With your arms secured around his neck, he raised to full height and jumped to shift you into a more comfortable position. He shuffled closer to the shelf.

"Can you reach?"

You stretched out your arms and gave a small cry of glee at the tin being in reach. Carefully, you brought the tin down off of the shelf.

"Got it!"

Jungkook gave a small cheer of joy.

"You can let me down now, Kookie."

The hold he had on your thighs tightened, and then he was walking away from the shelf down the aisle.

"Kookie!"

"I'm gonna get a basket- No! A trolley! We’re gonna get anything else you think you might need." He explained while trotting along with you on his back.

"I don't know what else I need," you mumbled, glancing around you at the other aisles.

"What about...a rug...plants...storage?"

"I could get some little house plants and a cactus."

"People say that succulents are the easiest to take care of but they're not. They're fickle bitches."

You could hear the annoyance in his voice. Obviously the tone of someone who had tried to take care of a succulent before. You leaned forward over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his face. His lips were twisted and his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Did someone's succulent not last very long?" You teased.

"You can't put it in direct sunlight. Can't over-water it. Can't under-water it. Hell, you can't even tell if you've under-watered or over-watered it. Those plants are meant to be low maintenance dammit!"

You pat his beanie in pity. "Should I not get one, then? Maybe fake flowers would be better."

He nodded, "That would probably be best."

You finally reached the trolleys and he let go of one of your legs to take the tin of paint from you.

"Can I get down now please?"

He gently let you down and you placed his backpack in the trolley before taking hold of the handle and pushing it in the direction you came. Jungkook walked beside you, stealing glances in your direction every so often. You paused and turned to him with a sigh.

"Wha-"

"Go on." You stepped back and gestured to the trolley. "I know you want to push it."

He pulled the cart towards him with a smile, dropping a kiss to your cheek and saying thank you before hurrying off down the aisle.

He was a child. You were dating an adult child.

But then he stopped and turned to look at you like an overexcited puppy.

"Jagi! Sit in the trolley!"

You stared at him blankly. Yup. Definitely a child. You were torn from your thoughts by him rushing back to you and literally lifting you into the trolley.

You would have protested if it wasn't for the fact that you didn't feel like embarrassing yourself in the store by yelling. The last thing you needed was any attention. So you complied and sat on your butt with your legs crossed as best as they could in the narrow space.

"I'm going to buy all the the stuff needed for a happy home. Jagi included," He said with a wink. How much of a child could he be? Yet still you felt your heart melt a little.

You began formulating ideas in your head of how you could dress up your apartment to make it feel a lot more...you.

"A rug would add colour to the living room. And some cushions for the sofa." You suggested.

"I guess you won't be wanting blankets since you already have 2 with my face on."

You felt your cheeks heat up for the second time that day.

He chuckled as he navigated the store. "I can't believe you have blankets with my face on."

"They're soft," you mumbled, peering over the metal of the trolley so you could keep an eye out for the homeware section.

"You use them?"

You could hear a hint of judging in his voice and became defensive.

"Yah! I bought them with the intent of collecting. And don't you start judging me. You're the one who wanted to stay as my bias."

He bit his bottom lip before releasing it with a frown. "I've heard of younger fans using them and it seemed a little weird to me..." He trailed off with a sigh. "But I guess I can't stop you from collecting them. Whatever keeps you warm at night."

He was uncomfortable with it.

"...I'll stop collecting that stuff. I'll only buy official merch from now on. No more fansite projects."

You lurched forward when the car came to an abrupt halt.

"I didn't mean it like that..." He ran a hand through his hair and huffed. "You can buy all the merch you want. Official or unofficial. I know it makes you happy and if you want to collect blankets with my faces on then I won't stop you. I'll learn to get over the weirdness."

"But-"

"I'm not going to try and make you change who you are, Y/N. This is the you I fell in love with. I shouldn't have expected any less."

You held gazes for a minute, the tension that had surrounded you dissipating as a smile slowly crept onto your lips. Carefully getting to your feet, you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a short but sweet kiss.

After a brief debate about whether you should unpack before or after repainting your bedroom, you settled on after and got to work. Miri was under the temporary care of Yoongi who had taken her to his studio.

Jungkook was in charge of moving your bed and furniture into the centre of the room while you began getting out the painting supplies. The final thing you retrieved was vitally important to the task. Your bluetooth speaker. If there was one thing you'd learn from the adverts on TV, it was that painting to music was a much happier experience.

As soon as Jungkook saw the speaker he smirked, "You found Jimin's jams then. Just as small as he is."

You scoffed. He was making that overused joke from 2014. When will it finally die? Maybe it was your fault for owning a speaker called Jam.

"It's small but powerful. I wonder what that says about Jimin."

It was your turn to smirk as Jungkook's jaw dropped at your reply. You connected your phone and Jungkook came up behind you as you scrolled through your music.

"Have you used that joke on Chubs before? He is her favourite after all."

"Not yet."

Unable to choose a song, you resigned to putting it on shuffle.

"Have you spoken to her since you left England?" Jungkook asked, going over to a step ladder and unfolding it.

Oh shit. You hadn't. But in all fairness Jungkook has kept you busy. You made a mental note to message her soon.

"You and your dates have kept me preoccupied."

"I'm not sorry. She had the privilege to live in the same country as you as now it's my turn." You giggled and handed him a paint roller. "No need to be jealous any more. I'm all yours."

He placed kiss on your forehead. "Don't say stuff like that... you'll make me greedy."

He turned his back on you to dip his roller in the paint tray, leaving you wondering what he meant.

"Just to let you know, I've never painted a wall before."

Of course he hadn't. He became a trainee at 13. You redecorated a room at roughly around that age so he must've left home before he had the opportunity to. Thinking about that made a small smile appear as fond memories of you and your mother trying to bond while removing your father's taint from your home flittered through your mind.

"Just watch me for a little while then."

You swapped rollers, since his had paint on, and climbed up the ladder to begin. Something warm on your calf made you wobble on the steps and you glanced down to see Jungkook holding you.

"Careful Jagi. Don't want to be falling for me more than you already have."

That fucking smirk.

You turned back to the wall when you paused, lips curling into a sneaky grin. Running a finger through the dark red paint on the roller, you quickly turned around and booped his nose, leaving behind a thick red blob.

But he just grinned. "You're so adorable you even made a sound effect!" He let go of your ankles. "Hang on a sec. I need to get a selca of this."

He ran out of the room to collect his phone from the living room. Meanwhile, you continued to paint, needing to work relatively quickly unless you wanted the wall to be patchy.

"Y/N, come down. I need one of us together."

"Can't."

You could practically hear his pout. "Fine. Ne eongdeong-iro sajin-eul jjik-eulge (I'll just take a picture with your butt)."

"Huh?!" Your head snapped around, but it was too late. Jungkook had already taken the picture. "Are you going to post that online?!"

He turned to you, face full of mischief, "Ye."

"It better not be Twitter."

He smiled and that was all you needed to know his answer.

"Oh hell no! Tumblr is fine. They'll see it as meme-y. On Twitter you'll get branded a pervert."

"How else am I going to announce your arrival to all ARMY?"

"Take a nice picture of us painting the wall that doesn't have my booty in it."

There was a pause.

"I'm still uploading this one to tumblr. They appreciate booty there."

"Your booty, maybe. But not mine."

You took a few steps down the ladder so your head was visible in frame of the camera.

"Oh they will." He gave you a quick peck and you felt some of the still wet paint transfer onto your nose.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Was Jungkook admitting he liked your butt, or was he suggesting your followers would? He didn't answer, opting to hold up his phone with SNOW already open. He didn't bother selecting a filter, the paint on your noses looking ridiculous enough. With an arm around your waist, he pulled you closer to his side and you rest your head against his. He barred his teeth in a playful growl, while you wrinkled your nose.

He took the picture and quickly opened up the twitter app. Selecting the picture, he added a caption of 'Nae Jagi-ga eoje dochakhaesseoyo! (My Jagi arrived yesterday!)'.

He pressed tweet and waited a second to watch it upload before opening up his tumblr app. You'd never seen Jungkook's dashboard before, and weren't surprised to see gifs and screenshots from YouTube gameplays of overwatch. It refreshed to display an anime gifset and he went about uploading the other picture involving your butt.

His caption for that picture was a tad more humourous: 'She finally got her ass here.'

You smiled as he giggled to himself as he uploaded the pic. With that done you got back to painting. Jungkook grabbed a paintbrush to start cutting in, it was almost like outlining the wall so you could fill in the centre with the roller. The artist in him had a steady hand and made neat work of the job.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You grabbed it and saw Chubs had sent you a message over tumblr.

'I see Jungkook is a fan of the booty.'

"Chubs messaged me."

Jungkook raised his head, looking up at you from his position on the floor.

"Did she see the posts? What did she say?"

Putting your phone away you continued to paint. You’d message her tonight for a proper catch-up.

"She thinks you like my butt because of the picture you uploaded."

He was silent for a moment and when you glanced down his head snapped up, cheeks flaming as if you'd caught him doing something he shouldn't have. He mumbled as he stood to pour more paint in the tray.

"Hm? What'd you say?"

"Nothing."

You shook your head. "No, you mumbled something. What did you say?"

He hesitated, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. "It's embarrassing."

You cocked your hip. "How's it embarrassing?"

He shrugged, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "Ireallylikeyourbooty."

You stared at him blankly. He what? He liked your butt? As if to figure out why, you looked over your shoulder at you butt. There wasn't anything special about it. But then again, you don't have the same view as everyone else. You were torn from your thoughts by a red paint hand print suddenly appearing on your behind.

"Kookie!"

His cheeks may have been bright red, but his eyes sparkled mischievously. He clambered to his feet when you began to descend down the steps, paint roller raised in threat.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He backed away with his arms raised in surrender. "I couldn't resist."

You used the roller to paint your own hand red.

"These are my only pair of sweats. And you have ruined them. Eye for an eye."

His back was against a still pink wall and you pressed your open palm to his chest. You took a second to marvel at how firm his chest was.

"Yah! My white t-shirt! I'll make you pay!"

Jungkook grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other going to the small of your back to keep you in place against him as he tried to make your painted hand touch your face.

"Nooo~~"

Instinct kicked in and you hooked one of your legs behind his knee, trying to knock him off balance. It worked and you both fell to the floor with a thud.

"Ah fuck," Jungkook groaned, face contorting in pain.

His body had softened the blow, and you picked your head up from where it rest against his shoulder.

"I didn't expect us to land so hard... let's just finish painting."

You crawled off his body, sitting back on your knees to adjust your skewed glasses. Jungkook sat up and shifted to rub at his backside.

"Your floor is hard. What if I'm bruised?"

"I have some bruise cream in my first aid kit in the bathroom. Though you'll have to apply it yourself. I'm not ready to see you with your pants off yet."

He chuckled and got to his feet, offering his dry hand to help you up.

"You're so funny," he muttered, pulling you into a hug.

"I wasn't joking."

He pulled back slightly. "I know. Doesn't stop you from being funny."

"You're... okay with it?"

He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Of course I am. I'm in no rush."

"Good things come to those who wait." With a sudden stroke of boldness, you smirked and tapped his cheek before grabbing your forgotten roller and headed back up the ladder to continue painting. He picked up his paintbrush and got back to doing the edges.

"You've been playful today, Kitten."

Boxes. Boxes. Boxes. So many stupid brown boxes.

While the first coat of paint dried, you'd gone into the living room to finally start unpacking. And everything was a mess. Bubble wrap popped underfoot everywhere you walked, and every available surface was covered with an item ready to be put away. It was just a case of figuring out where to put everything.

You were glad about the sheer amount of shelving your new home had. If you were a sucker for something that wasn't BTS, it was storage space. And the kitchen space! At last, you had more than two cupboards and a drawer! You could have a whole cupboard dedicated to baking, not just a shelf. And everything was so shiny and new. You'd wondered if it had been renovated alongside the bathroom, or whether it was just a newish building.

"Jagi~ where do you want your merch?!"

You looked in the direction of Jungkook, who was on the other side of the living room.

"Merch is going in my room after the paint has dried."

He stacked the boxes by the bedroom door.

"I think the posters will look nice against the red walls."

"Yeah, the colour suits you." You'd barely registered what you were saying, brows creased as you focused on organising your bookcase.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." He chuckled.

It took a while to get everything put away, but you finally collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh. It was mainly items for your bedroom that remained in boxes. Your feet were lifted into the air and Jungkook sat down, letting your feet rest in his lap.

You sighed. "Nearly all settled in now."

He hummed in acknowledgement which was followed by silence. The two of you content with being with each other.

"...I wonder how ARMY are reacting to your selcas..."

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, lips pursed as he scrolled through his dashboard. You shut your eyes just to rest them for a moment. You wished you had Miri to cuddle. Jungkook's full belly laugh had your eyes snapping open again.

"What? What's so funny?"

"A-ARMY!"

You sat up and leaned against his shoulder to see his phone. He was looking through the reblogs, pausing every so often to read it and it's tags.

"Look at this one," he scrolled back up and clicked on a post. He read, "'The Jungbooty has finally found it's match. The Noona booty!'"

He scrolled to another one, "'When the booty's so good you gotta take a selca with it.'"

You had to laugh. "I never thought my butt would be a meme."

Jungkook kept going, the comments only getting funnier.

"Did that one just say you suffer from ‘Butt Love-itus’?"

Jungkook nodded, unable to actually speak from how much he was giggling.

"Shall we check Twitter now?"

His jovial attitude immediately vanished.

"...I'd prefer not to... some of the things people say on there make me uncomfortable..."

"What do you mean uncomfortable?"

"They're a little more...intense than Tumblr ARMY. And not as respectful." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "We don't need to see the negativity or nasty comments."

Nonetheless, he opened the app and navigated to his tweet. The very first reply you saw said, 'I wish that was me in that Selca. Saranghae oppa!'

His lip curled at the dreaded word and he minimised the app.

"See. It makes me go all-" he shivered, actual goosebumps raising to the surface of his skin.

"It's why I rarely ever post unless I have to. I don't want to deprive ARMY of my face, but the comments are off-putting."

"I don't blame you. I've seen how... vulgar... some tweets are that you're tagged in and stuff. I can only imagine how disturbing that must be to read. At least I kept my smut on a platform I didn't know you were using until you found me."

He hummed in agreement. "I don't mind the smut so much because it's not directed to me. But these tweets are in reply to mine and intended for me to see."

You shifted your legs off his lap, opting to crawl into it instead to hug him.

He made a little surprised 'oh' and took a second to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Fan Culture is one of those things; it's fun, but some people take it too far and too personally. I'm sorry you feel that way, KooKoo."

One of his hands came up to run through your hair, "There's no need for you to apologise Jagi, it's not your fault. I understand this is just how Western fans are. It's the culture they've been raised with."

"It doesn't mean it's right though." He hummed in agreement and continued to twirl a curl around his fingers.

Your head fell to the crook of his neck, completely comfortable in his embrace. You were silent for a few minutes, just happy to hold and be held. It was moments like these you longed for when back in the UK with a screen and thousands of miles between you.

You hadn't even realised you had fallen asleep until Jungkook was gently shaking you awake.

"Wake up sleepy Kitten. I think the paint is dry by now."

You groggily raised your head, a little sigh like yawn slipping through your lips.

"How the fuck are you so adorable?" He murmured.

"I'm not adorable." You grumbled as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

He smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours then gave you a soft peck on the lips.

"So adorable."

You were about to retort when the sound of your stomach grumbling cut you off.

"Adorable and hungry. Come on, let's have lunch then we can start a second coat of paint."

You scrambled off his lap and waddled into the kitchen, now stocked with dry snacks and, of course, the leftovers Bangtan had put in your fridge. Some rice, some veg whatever would do for now, but you'd have to go proper food shopping tomorrow. You found the necessary pan from a cupboard and went about making the first semi-proper dish in your new home.

Jungkook had followed you into the kitchen. "What are you making?"

You opened a cupboard and picked out a packet of instant ramen.

"Lunch."

He grabbed the kettle and filled it at the sink.

"Do you have one for me too?"

You opened the cupboard again and tossed a cup of ramen to him. He caught it with a grin.

"Thank you, Jagi."

You nodded and leaned against the counter while you waited for the water to boil.

"Y/N...can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

A pause. "I noticed you've started calling me KooKoo...why?"

"Because you're so cute."

He pouted, "All you ever call me is cute. When will you call me dashingly handsome?"

"Have you not seen my tumblr?"

He nodded.

"Then if you read the tags you'll know I call you handsome a lot."

"Not to my face though..."

You crossed the short space between you and placed your hands on his cheeks, squishing them together.

"My KooKoo is very handsome and very cute."

He grinned and mirrored you to cup your cheeks too. You probably looked silly but who cared.

"My Kitten is very beautiful and very cute too."

You batted his hands away. "Yah! I'm neither of those things!"

The bubbling sound of boiling water made you turn you attention back to the pan. You opened up your packet of instant ramen and carefully dropped it into the water along with the contents of the flavour packet. The kettle had also come to a boil and Jungkook carefully poured the water into his cup. He was so impatient, not even able to wait for you to finish using the stove to make up his.

"You are though."

"Am not."

"Are too! You’re so beautiful my heart goes all weird whenever I look at you!”

You ignored the way your stomach did a little flip at the admission and gave him a skeptical look.

"Then you might have a condition you need to see a doctor about."

"Nope. Naui Nabineun areumdab-eoyo (My butterfly is beautiful)."

Your eyes grew comically wide in shock. "Nabi? Since when am I a butterfly?"

He shot you a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he grabbed a fork from the cutlery drawer.

"Since now."

"I'm no butterfly," You huffed, stirring your noodles.

The kitchen was silent for a moment, and then he started to sing.

"Amugeotdo saenggakhaji ma. Neon amu maldo kkeonaejido ma. Geunyang naege useojwo... (Don’t think of anything. Don’t say anything, not even a word. Just give me a smile...)"

Your hand stilled mid-stir. Fuck his voice was heavenly.

You shot him a glare. "How dare you bring Butterfly into this."

He just raised a brow, "Nan ajikdo mitgijiga anha. I modeun ge da kkumin geot gata. Sarajiryeo hajima~ (I still can’t believe it. All of this seems like a dream. Don’t try to disappear.)"

You turned again to the stove, stirring the noodles with more vigor. He knew his voice was your weakness. With your back to him, you didn't notice him approach until his head popped over your left shoulder.

"Is it true? Is it true? You. You. Neomu areumdawo duryeowo... (You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared)."

Jesus christ, he was basically serenading you. But your noodles were done. So, ignoring him, you took a bowl from another cupboard and poured the noodles from the pan into the bowl. You went to grab a fork but he cut in front of you and planted his hands on your shoulders to stop you from going anywhere.

"Untrue. Untrue. You. You. You~"

"Your ramen is going to go cold at this rate."

His head snapped towards his ramen and you used that as an opportunity to get away from him and his serenading.

"Now hurry up, we still need to do the second coat and unpack the last of my stuff."

You clapped your hands together and smeared traces of crimson paint across your palms. It dried the colour of blood and you picked at the flakes while admiring your handiwork.

"I think we did a good job." Jungkook said, entering the room with two glasses of juice. You took yours and gulped it down.

"I think more paint got on me than the wall because of you and your need to be a fucking meme when vlogging," You complained, gesturing to his pocket where his phone was situated.

"I’m documenting fun memories," He said simply with a shrug. "You did ruin my t-shirt though. Not quite sure if I forgive you for that, Jagi."

"You started it by putting a red handprint on my arse!"

He chuckled and you couldn't fight the smile tugging at your own lips. A shiver tingled down your spine and you leaned against Jungkook's side for warmth. You'd had to open the windows since the paint fumes had started to give you a headache.

"It's going to smell sleeping in here for the next few nights."

"That's Tae-hyung's and Hobi-hyung's fault for painting the room pink in the first place," He said, wrapping his arms around you.

"At least it's gone now. And we got to spend more time together. Even if we bicker...a lot."

He nodded. "Now we have wait for it to dry again before we can unpack your bedroom stuff."

You sighed and buried your head in his shoulder, it felt like it had been a long day and you still weren't done yet.

"Shall we watch a movie while we wait?"

"You can. I want to edit this vlog so I can upload it to Tumblr."

You left the bedroom, shutting the door on it so the smell didn't seep into the rest of the apartment.

Jungkook grabbed his laptop from his backpack and took a seat on the sofa while you went to the TV stand and searched for something to watch. You heard his little giggles in the background as you picked out a DVD. It was the first Thor movie. Thor was your favourite Avenger but you would never admit that to Jungkook. You put it in the DVD player, grabbed the TV remote and fell on the sofa next to Jungkook. You stole a glance at his laptop screen while waiting for the main menu to load.

He had set his phone up prior to filming so it could capture both of you. Which is why his screen currently had you trying to fend of an entourage of kisses from him while he sneakily got more paint on you. More giggles filled the room as you laughed at the clip. The two of you looked ridiculous covered in red splotches of paint and darting past pieces of furniture as you tried to escape him.

"Tumblr will like this. It was a good idea."

"Thank you. I want K-ARMY to see too so I might upload a slightly different version to the fancafe and link it on twitter."

You pressed play on the remote and settled even more comfortably against Jungkook's side. It was rather difficult to stay focused on the film due to Jungkook jostling you as he giggled to himself, or the mouse clicking whenever he cut something or did other edits. You were pretty sure you caught him edit a clip to be a close-up of you from the corner of your eye. You just hoped he didn't do anything that would get him the title of pervert. It was fine for you to call him that when not on a public platform, because then it's just you teasing him and not risking his reputation.

"How long is the video gonna be?" You wondered. He had so much footage you were hoping it wouldn't be too long.

"I dunno. A minute, minute and a half maybe." He removed his beanie to run a hand through his hair. "I'm cutting out a lot of us kissing and keeping the funny stuff in."

"That's fair. You could make another one later if you want that could be a 'Kiss Montage'."

His eyes lit up at your suggestion. "I know the perfect song for that! But I'll finish this first."

You tilted your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"You'll find out just how much you went over the 'ten kisses a day' quota."

He smirked. "There's nothing wrong with going over the quota."

You rolled your eyes with a smile and placed your head back against his bicep to watch the last half of the film so he could get back to work.

The two of you stood awkwardly in the doorway wondering what you should do first. Should you begin unpacking or should you move the furniture back? Wait. That was a stupid question. Uncrossing your arms you stepped into the room

"Kookie, could you help me move the bed back?"

He took one side of the bed frame and you had the other. On the count of three you pushed it forward, fighting against the thickness of the carpet. With one final shove from you, the feet went back into their original indentations.

Jungkook stood back, eyebrow raised at you.

"What?

"You're strong."

You blushed and stuttered out a "Th-Thank you," because you really didn't know how to respond. Was he complimenting you or making an observation?

"Muscle Kitten!" He said in a surprisingly gruff voice. "Muscle pig and muscle Kitten!"

You playfully punched his shoulder as you passed him to move your desk back into place. You stood in front of it and simply pushed it towards the wall. It was lighter than the bed so you didn't see a need to ask Jungkook for help.

"Can you put my bedside tables back? I'll start bringing my stuff in."

Jungkook saluted you. "Yes, Muscle Kitten."

"Stop~" You whined on the way out of the room.

He giggled and began shifting all the other furniture pieces back into position. You brought the boxes in two at a time and placed them on your bed out of the way. You decided to unpack your clothes last so that it wouldn't seem as weird when you'd ask Jungkook to leave the room. You didn't want him to see your undies. You also didn't want to explain why you still had clothes given to you by your ex.

The desk and shelving seemed like a good place to start. So you began unpacking your merch, setting the posters aside since you didn't want to put them up just in case the paint wasn't completely dry.

Jungkook whistled as you unpacked album after album, and DVD after DVD. But then it got to the fansite merch.

"Jagi, do you really need 3 calendars of me?"

You shrugged. "Probably not. They came with the photobooks."

You took one of the calendars and placed it on the desk beside the lamp. The other two went on a shelf.

"Woah~!" You turned around to see Jungkook flipping through a photobook. "There's so many pictures!"

"Be careful with that one. That's the very first one I got. It has pictures from your debut to the end of 2016."

His nose wrinkled almost in disgust and he placed the book back on the bed, choosing instead to admire a small acrylic stand.

"Why would anyone want pictures of me from debut? They're ugly. I was ugly."

"You were a cute baby back then. And I wasn't a fan since debut, so I feel like those pictures help me to see what it was like for you back then." You paused and let out a single chuckle, "If I had known about Bangtan back then, I probably wouldn't have dated my ex."

His head shot up. "Really?!"

You nodded, "You were my ideal type, even back then... even though I would've been in denial about it."

He smirked, but it soon fell and his lips puckered into a pout.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad I didn't know you then." You tilted your head in confusion and he continued, "I was really shy... If you'd come up to me at a fanmeet I would have probably embarrassed myself in front of you."

"I'm glad you didn't know me back then either. I was so cringey."

He laughed and you both fell into silence, working together to get everything put away. The sun was setting by the time it came to put away your clothes and you wondered what would be the best way to get him out of the room without raising suspicions. You could ask him to make you a cup of tea... or perhaps…

"Could you call Yoongi-oppa to tell him we're nearly done? Oh, and also check how Miri has been."

That should keep him occupied long enough.

He flashed you a smile and went into the living room. As soon as he turned his back, you hauled your suitcase onto the bed. You quickly shoved items onto hangers and put them away in your wardrobe. Items that you couldn't be bothered to waste time hanging were hastily folded and hidden away in a drawer. You could faff about with reorganizing tomorrow...if Jungkook didn't have plans with you.

You yanked open a drawn and stuffed your underwear into it, slamming it shut just in time for Jungkook to re-enter.

"All done!" You cheered.

His jaw dropped and he stepped forward to peer into the suitcase. It was completely empty despite the odd pair of shoes.

"That was quick."

You gathered the shoes and dumped them in the bottom of your wardrobe.

"How's Miri? Is Yoongi bringing her back?"

"She's fine. She should be nice and sleepy for you when she returns because hyung said she's been doing a lot of running around the studio."

You awed at the mental image. Though it swiftly disappeared when your phone vibrated. Another message from Chubs: 'Have you seen this?!'

It was followed by the video Jungkook had uploaded.

You sat on the edge of your bed and swiftly typed back, 'Not yet.'

"He said he'll bring over food too if you want."

"Sure."

Jungkook went to sit next to you when you stuck your foot out at the last minute and lightly kicked his backside.

"Ah, ah, ah! Your time in my room is over. Don't get comfortable."

He pouted, "But Kitten~"

"No buts. I'll join you in the living room in a little bit. I need to give Chubs some of my time now."

He huffed and shuffled out of your room.

With him gone you rolled onto your stomach and tapped out another message.

'Sorry I haven't spoken to you, Jungkook's been stealing my attention. I'll watch the video now!'

The video started with a close up of Jungkook, a finger pressed to his lips as if to tell the viewer to be quiet as he sneaked up behind you. On his other hand, one of his fingers had been dipped in the paint. Paint he swiped across your cheek shouting, "Kitten whiskers!"

You yelped and spun around, knocking his arm away making him stumble backwards.

"Kookie! You scared me!"

He doubled over in giggles as the video did a fancy transition into another clip.

Music was playing in the background as you were doing a little dance as you painted. Jungkook had left the room for a toilet break which is why you thought you were safe. Turns out you were wrong. You watched as Jungkook came back into frame, stopping short when he saw you dancing. His lips split into a smile and he sent the camera a wink before heading over to you.

Another fancy transition to him chasing you around your room as you vaulted over your desk to get away from him. "Nabi~ I just want a kiss~"

"KEEP THOSE PAINT COVERED HANDS AWAY FROM ME!"

You chuckled at your antics, a part of you thankful Jungkook had chosen to film you. He was right. They would be fun memories to look back on.

"COME GIVE KOOKOO A KISS!" Jungkook yelled, arms outstretched.

You stood on your bed above him with a grin.

"KooKoo can kiss my ass."

"Then get your ass here!"

You had playfully turned around so he could kiss it. But instead of a kiss you were met with a hard spank that had you yelping, face turning flush, as yet another red hand print was left on your sweats. You flushed at the sight of him grabbing you by the waist and lifting you off the bed. You had screamed and giggled, but suddenly fell silent when he crashed his lips against yours and effectively silencing you.

It cut to you mercilessly tickling the maknae shouting, "Revenge!" Amongst his pleas for you to stop. The video and the music began to fade out to black and you clicked out of it to go back to your messages.

Chubs had sent another one since, 'I have one thing to say: you look so happy together which as your friend makes me extremely happy for you.'

You smiled, 'Thank you~'

'I also have another thing to say:'

The message was followed by an image of the Finding Nemo 'He touched the butt' meme. You laughed out loud.

'HE SAID HE LIKES MY BOOTY!'

She sent back a gif of Jimin doing a sassy eyeroll. 'That much is obvious.'

She sent another message which was a screenshot from the video, just before he spanked you with the original red hand print visible.

'Kinky.'

Your face flushed red. 'DON'T SAY THAT!!'

'HE SPANKED YOU ON CAMERA! HE A KINKY LITTLE SHIT!'

'NO HE'S NOT! HE'S A PURE CHILD!’

Another screenshot came through of the same picture but cropped to just Jungkook's face.

'That smirk is anything but pure.'

He did seem all too satisfied with himself.

The sound of a knock at your apartment door startled you. It must be Yoongi with Miri and food. You sent Chubs another message saying you'd message her when Jungkook goes home so you could talk properly, then went into the living room. Yoongi was sat on a sofa chair with food while Jungkook was sat on the sofa with Miri on his lap. You joined him, cuddling up to his side as Miri shifted to rest her head against you.

"Geu got-eun meotjye boine, Y/N! (Place looks nice, Y/N!)" Yoongi said taking a glance around. "Byeok-e peinteu chil haess-eo? Animyeon seoro? (Did you paint the walls? Or each other?)"

“Duldayo. (Both.)" You broke into a yawn, exhaustion settling in now that you'd sat down.

A deep chuckle came from him, "Naneun tteonal geotigo, geuraeseo neoneun yakganui hyusik-eul chwihal su-isseo. Jungkook, neomu neuchgekkaji meomureuji mara. (I’ll leave so you can get some rest. Jungkook, don't stay too late.)"

Jungkook gave him a thumbs up. Yoongi placed the food on the coffee table and made his way to the door, happy enough to see himself out.

"Shall we watch another film?"

"I'd like that."

A/N: For those confused about why the new system hasn’t been used in this chapter, it’s because Yoongi isn’t in it for very long. For those who are confused about how the new system works, there’s an example >here<.

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