#he might be bitchless with that single ass looking apartment

[abloomingperiod]

menace | jeon jungkook

"just tell me already, babe" jungkook's voice whines through the line, and you roll your eyes so much at his boyish manners it hurts your eye sockets.

"no, jungkook. and don't you 'babe' me", you tell him in a rigid tone, and you hear what seems to be a defeated sigh.

if you didn't know him, that could be believable.

after a few seconds, you hear him again, "fine, i'll just go inside every single one 'til i find you", he says in a smug voice, and you just know he is smirking as he says it.

"the fuc- no you're not. leave me alone."

"you're gonna make me lose it, y/n" he goes back to whining, "one day, you get mad because- well, i kinda messed up, yeah... then when i try to make it right, you get mad because i'm trying to! you're not making any sense!" his voice now is nowhere near a normal tone, but you don't even get mad at his pathetic complaints.

jungkook whines. he fucking whines.

and even though you feel like telling him off, you can't deny what's inside your heart - from the insistent curling up of your lips to the hand putting your phone impossibly closer to your ear,

you find it adorable.

a second deep sigh brings you back to earth, followed by a pleading, yet small "just tell me where you are."

"no."

"i'm finding you."

"you sound like a psycho."

"you're making me act like one."

"then i hope someone hears it and calls authorities on you."

"yah, what is it with you today? geez... i should get into meditation with the amount of patience i'm putting on you today..." you hear his muffled complain with a hidden grin, and you almost miss the buzz of cars and anonymous voices evading your desperate, whiny situationship's phone call. just where the hell is he-

"that leather jacket again? shoulda bought you a new one instead of getting these..."

...what.

you look around and no one even resembles the annoying ass that goes by the name of jungkook, and still, you feel as hot as every time his eyes rests on your figure.

then, standing against a building wall, big doe eyes stare right at you, proud and smug, and yet, annoyingly enticing. jungkook has his phone in one hand, and in the other...

holds a bouquet of sunflowers.

"oh, god."

"told you i'd find your ass."

"you really went psycho, didn't you?"

"maybe. come outside or i'm screaming your name across the street."

you groan as frustrated as ever and hope his ear bleeds with it, intentionally smushing you lips on the speaker. when you watch his scrunched up nose disapproving of it, you almost feel satisfied, but his shit-eating grin following makes you question if you still had enough cake on your plate to throw at him - although it would be a horrible waste, specially knowing where - or whom - it would land on.

there's better use for it, so you just ask the waiter to wrap it up for you to take home. maybe you could poison it and give it to jeon, or maybe you could stop lying to yourself and acknowledge the other part of your brain that imagines you and him sharing it after hours and hours of kissing.

kisses. it's been a while since they've happened.

exactly. don't forget about that.

jungkook is a menace.

you sigh before hanging up with a defeated "fine". after paying the cashier and opening the door, you have to mentally brace yourself for what's to come - his softly curled hair and pretty nose bridge could affect your judgment like nothing else - and he knows it, but jungkook knows better than to joke about it. he knows the risk of being a dead man by tomorrow exists and prevails.

you get close to his pretty figure that's waiting for you and jungkook eyes you from head to toe, maybe as if to identify any body language that indicates you're about to throw your things at him, and he almost pouts at the absence of it, even if it was for a silly, light slap on his arm, like you always do when he annoys you.

jungkook misses your touch.

undoubtedly, he eyes you like he wants to meet every part of your body again - and you feel like it burns.

you stare at each other for a few seconds, until jungkook simply asks,

"miss me?"

"like a rat misses a cat"

he scoffs at you and shakes his head slightly, and his left hand offers you the yellow, beautiful bouquet. you eye the bouquet, eye him, and then the bouquet, and then him...

"i'm sorry for making you wait for over an hour at my door. i fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm, and i really wish i didn't because it looked like i didn't care but i really do, i actually thought about it since you said you could come over and it even made me a little off throughout those 2 days. i don't want you thinking i don't care. i really do... and i hate the face you make when you're mad at me." jungkook says in a sweet, sincere tone, and you notice your lips already curling up to the point it hurts. doe eyes find your own, and you feel your heart stumble all over your train of thought.

"so you're saying my face is the problem?" you bitterly retort.

"yah, didn't you just hear anything i said? don't pull this now." he responds with an annoyed, impatient and a little whiny tone, and you focus on his mole so you won't smile again at his annoyance. "and no, you're always pretty. your mad face is just scary."

you can't resist and let a small grin appear on your lips, followed by a scoff and a "you have such a way with words, jeon jungkook," you respond, eyes narrowed and grin still plastered on your face.

"if i had more time to come up with a heartfelt apology maybe i could do better but i was too busy searching for this girl around the neighbourhood."

"and how's that search going for you?" you ask, finally reaching for the apology in form of your favourite flowers he holds.

a doe eyed jungkook eyes your face again, nose scrunching up and smile appearing as he watches you embrace the bouquet with a big smile. as your teeth appear and the golden sunlight hits your face illuminating your puffy cheeks, his smile turns into a whipped one.

jungkook has always been a man of giggles and jokes, but as the sun insists on you and irradiates over your eyes that now reaches his, glowing and big, he can't help but blurt out,

"i think i found everything i was looking for."

you're a fool. in this exact moment, across an ordinary street with unfamiliar faces and loud city noises, you finally realize.

you're a fool for jeon jungkook.

you can't resist - once again -, and quickly rest a peck on his cheek, like you're two hiding lovers, even though, no one knows you, and any other noise is louder than your words.

but jungkook loves it. like a cheesy soulmate story, jungkook thinks your kisses were destined to be his to take.

he stares at you, so fondly and so adoring you almost blush.

"we're good?" he asks shyly.

"yes, jungkook. we're fine." you respond with a chuckle and eyes rolling back.

"hm... no. fine is not enough."

"well, you'll need more than flowers to be more than fine."

he narrows his eyes at you, and you think for a second he just might call it a day and give up, when the bluntiest person in the world asks you,

"let me date you."

you're sure your heart just skipped a dozen beats.

"what."

"let me date you. be my girlfriend. i've been meaning to ask you that for a while now..."

"a-are you going this far just to-"

"don't even go there", he stops you. jungkook takes the wrapped cake and bag on his hand, as if to help you, even though you didn't ask for help. "i would like to be your boyfriend, and i think you would like that, too. i think we're a good match and i want to confirm that i'm correct. so, do you want to be my girlfriend?" he blurts out and you don't think you've ever heard him speak so fast in his life.

jungkook stares at you, and with your 3 second-silence, his eyes go big and round like he's anxious and impatient, and you think you're a selfish being for finding it so adorable to the point it turns into a 4 second-silence.

so, you let him live.

"sure." you respond, and jungkook judges your words with a heavy frown.

"'sure'? why are you being so nonchalant about it? i'm pouring my heart out for you and all i get-"

he's not able to finish because your lips are already on his, and you god you miss him. you miss him, you miss him, you miss him.

jungkook retributes right away, arm wrapping around your waist as your hand caress his cheek. his plush lips kissing yours so softly, but so urgently. he misses you, he misses you, he misses you.

god, he misses you.

and as you pull out and grab his hand, you simply say "i think you're correct, too. and yes, i do."

he smiles wide, watching your entangled fingers with a giggly, dazed "yeah... me, too."

he's adorable.

"hey, is this cake being saved for later..."

"yes, for when you properly welcome me at your home." jungkooks gives you a look and encircles your shoulders with his arm, and says "then, let's go. my girl needs her proper welcome right now."

you want to twirl your hair around your finger and giggle the night away, and you would, if jungkook wasn't wearing the smuggest smile on his lips, and you can't help but roll your eyes hard, and you also can't help but let the stupid grin you're holding appear on your face.

jungkook is a menace.