#i don’t use bubble skincare (or anything besides moisturizer) but I will not lie

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pairing; popular!jk x normie!reader summary; you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around? genre/warnings; self-deprecating language, your typical college!au, jungkook is a piner, shy!oc, oc just wants some damn pizza, maaa yyybeeee eventual fwb 2 lovers au, oc is also a little cold-cutie but who can blame them, dang how did this get so angsty? w.c; 707 a/n; thank u all for being so patient! one more drabble and then the finale! can’t believe it’s almost over :’) &also, i stand by the fact the klairs sunscreen is bomb [masterlist]

“It’s the height for me,” Jungkook says pointedly. 

“You fucker,” Jimin seethes, looking down at his friend’s unnecessarily chunky combat boots, “it’s the micro-cleaning for me.” 

“Excuse me do you not want a clean apartment—” 

“It’s completely unnecessary to clean the sugar crystals off the counter at Starbucks, JK,” Jimin sticks up his nose, “especially when you don’t work there.” 

You don’t know how to fit yourself into this conversation. Every single one of Jungkook’s friends has something eye-catching about them, whether it be Jimin’s charm, Lisa’s boisterous personality or Taehyung’s… everything. They’re all alluring, and impossibly pretty that you can barely look at half of them in the eye. 

Jungkook said tonight’s shindig was small, and he was right. It’s someone’s apartment (Taehyung’s?) and there’s probably around fifteen people, max. The room is warm despite the obviously expensive taste and angular furniture, and you naturally gravitate to a corner of the room where a eucalyptus candle burns brightly. 

Not five seconds after you sit down someone approaches you. 

“Hi, I’m Sana,” she’s so pretty, like a beacon of starlight. Her smile is impossibly white, and she slips her thighs next to yours as she makes room for yourself on the tiny seat. You immediately clam up, clutching your juice with both hands as she leans her face into yours. 

“Hi Sana,” you chirp back, a tentative smile curling at her enthusiasm. 

“Your skin is so nice,” you back away slightly when her rose tipped nail brushes against her cheek, giggling uneasily, “what’s your routine?” 

Your hand floats your face, running your palm over the flushed skin. “Just the usual? It’s five steps. Although I have been forgetting to put on sunscreen in the morning.” 

“Oh, me too!” Sana practically cooes, delighted that you’ve found something in common, “what brand do you use?” 

“I use the Klairs one, it’s a big bottle and really sinks into your skin,” over the years you have been a bit of a skincare junkie, wanting to at least find regulation in one routine even if the rest of your life is amock. “I definitely recommend it, it’s like a moisturizer but with SPF! What’s your skin type?” 

Sana is lovely company, you relax against the seat and squish the throw pillows between your arms, exchanging regimens and favorite skincare YouTubers. You feel warm and fuzzy and you no longer feel compelled to cling to your date for the night. She doesn’t push you to meet new people, try strange drinks, and no bit of malice mars her face. No, you like her. You want to be her friend. 

“Babe,” Jungkook pops into your bubble, brushing your arm against his thumbs. 

Sana gasps softly into your ear, “Oh my gosh, he babe-ed you.” 

It’s then that he notices your new friend’s presence, and he stiffens. You feel his fingers curl lightly into your bicep, and you watch the way his jaw clenches minutely, “Sana,” he says, and she offers a polite smile. 

“Is it eight already?” you ask, eyes darting to the window. 

“Yeah, final exam tomorrow,” Jungkook reminds, “I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you at the door.” 

He leaves as quickly as he enters, and while you think nothing of it, Sana knows more. 

“You’ve been together long, huh?” 

“Oh, well—” you give a half-hearted shrug, rubbing your sweaty palms in your sweatshirt, “I mean maybe? It’s been a while, but we don’t really go out on dates or anything.” 

“Oh please, we’re young and broke! Netflix and Chill is totally a date!” She slaps her thighs on her skin-tight jeans, as if she’s telling a fact. “Besides, you’ve lasted longer than others. That’s a good sign.” 

You’ve lasted longer than others. 

It disarms you. You know that Jungkook has had a more lucrative relationship history, moreso on the realm of shoddy flings and half-hearted hookups. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. There’s no air of arrogance that graces Sana’s expression, maybe she’s genuinely happy for you. Maybe she’s impressed that you’ve managed to keep Jungkook entertained for this long. Maybe she’s wondering why it isn’t her, but someone as inconspicuous and wall-melting as you. 

You force a small smile, and lie levelly, “We’re not that serious, actually.”