#tashyung angst

[bangtanfancamp]

The one where Jungkook makes you coffee

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•jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

•3.7k words

• fluffy angst? Slice of life, slow burn, vaguely smutty... sort of? Not really? If you squint upside down?

• Le first part, le second part, le third part, le fourth part, le fifth part, le sixth part, le seventh part, le eighth part, le ninth part

•part 9 of an on going drabble series where our lovable jungkookie meets the girl of his dreams, but can’t have her because she’s his best friend’s girlfriend

What if you met the perfect person at the worst possible time?

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“Hey, do you need anything?”

Jungkook’s voice gently shook you from your reverie.

You were laying on your belly on the carpet on his guest room floor, feet swaying in the air, thoughts lost to world before his voice cracked through the shell of silence around you. For the first time, you became aware of how you were positioned and nervously wondered if your pajama shorts were hiked up a bit too high at the moment. Regrettably, if they were, there wasn’t anything you could do about the indecency now. Adjusting them would only draw attention to your overly perky butt. Best to stay still then. Maybe he wouldn’t notice….

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” You lied, trying to hide the melancholy in your eyes. “Thank you...for asking.” you tried a close mouthed smile, and Jungkook noticed it didn’t make it to your eyes.

“Okay, well… let me know if you do?” Hands in his pockets, he pivoted toward the bathroom across the hall, leaving you with your thoughts. You repositioned yourself and sat up on your shins, trying to shake yourself out of your current mood and tugging down your pastel cotton shorts a little.

You went to leave the guest room, trying to escape the hallway before jungkook left the restroom, but instead, the two of you wound up awkwardly bumping into each other. Neither of you were looking up in an attempt to avoid the other’s eyes and had crashed because of it.

“Oof, my gosh. Sorry! That’s on me. I was just- I... haven’t eaten yet. So I was just gonna head to the kitchen,” you fiddled with the hem of your T-shirt as you rambled your apology.

“Hey, no that was on me. I can cook you something, if you like?” His sweet eyes were so big and earnest. You hated to turn him down.

“No,.... no, you don’t have to go to all that trouble. I’m probably just … gonna make some tea or coffee or something.... oh, I can get some for you too if you like? I should have asked. I’m sorry” Where was your head today? You felt so scattered, and your voice sounded so strange to you. Did you always sound so spacey?

“You know, coffee’s not actually food, y/n. You haven’t been eating very much lately,” he let the observation slip before he realized what he was doing. Your large beautiful eyes darted startled up to his at being caught.

“Have I not? Sorry. I’ve been so distracted lately. There’s a lot going on….. Just, haven’t had much of an appetite, I guess” you tried to shrug it off and hoped he’d leave it alone- you honestly hadn’t been aware of that particular side effect- but the soft concern in his eyes told you otherwise. You were shocked that he noticed.

“Well, if you’re gonna make either one, yeah. I’d love some. I’m just gonna be doing some editing in my room.” He smiled at you. It was warm but subtle, like he was trying not to scare you away.

“Okay… but I don’t know how you take them though.”

“Cream and sugar for both. I’ve always liked sweet things.” Came his casual response as he rounded the corner. Somehow his words made you blush.

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Jungkook was- well, he was wonderful. Point blank. That’s all there was too it. It was particularly unhelpful. The thought haunted you as you hugged your arms around yourself and made your way into the kitchen. There was no point going down that rabbit trail again, best to find something else to think about. When you entered the room, you noticed a plate on the far counter covered in foil with a sticky note on top that read,

Y/n, please enjoy if you get hungry.

What was this? Peeling back the foil, you found strips of crisp bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs awaiting you. They were cold now- they’d clearly been here for a while. You glanced at the clock and realized it was almost noon. You’d heard jungkook get up hours ago, but hadn’t really thought anything of it. He was an early riser and you had an evening rehearsal schedule. This was the new normal for you...But clearly, he’d been thinking about you this morning. While you’d been holed up in his guest room trying to unremember how improbably perfect his jawline was, he’d been hoping to see you. Gosh, you were so dense. Had you really been lost in your own head that long?

You looked back over your shoulder toward his room and felt your first real smile in days twist it’s way across your lips. He really had noticed the dip in your eating. And he’d sought to take care of you before you’d even admitted it to yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something so small but so sweet for you. For some reason, your eyes began to glaze at his simple act of care.

As you went to warm up the food, something in your chest felt lighter. You felt special, you felt seen. Something in your belly sparkled and lit up and instead of fighting it this time, you let it spread through you.

You had been determined to try to see jungkook only as a friend. To keep your affections for him sequestered in a small platonic bubble. You would have to see him, have to be around him, but you thought it all would be simpler if you tried to trick yourself into viewing him as a brother. You had to.

Jungkook was incredibly handsome but he was also beyond sweet. He seemed to have a soft spot for you- he always seemed to keep an eye out to make sure you were comfortable or okay. He was attentive and kind with his wide, innocent eyes. He made it so easy to love him. Which meant you had to work extra hard to keep yourself and your wild heartbeat under control around him.

You pulled your legs up to cross your ankles Indian style in front of you as you settled in the small dining area in his kitchen. His particular unit had the loveliest view of the trees in the neighborhood. You propped your chin in one hand as you gazed out the window and crunched your first slice of bacon.

Coexisting with both boys was the most bizarre minefield. It was great that Taehyung hadn’t picked up on the chemistry between you and jungkook but at the same time, it honestly made you feel ignored just as much as it felt like you were lying to him. You hadn’t acted on any of your feelings. Not at all. But the fact that they even existed at all made you feel treacherous. And that made it impossible for you to be your normal self around your Taehyung. So you’d done the only thing you could think of to protect both of them- withdraw.

But unfortunately, it just made you feel like everything was eating you alive. You couldn’t focus in rehearsals or at dinner or even when you were driving- attempting to manage the ferocity of these feelings for Jungkook was a full time job with no pay and zero benefits. Except for moments like these- when he was sweet and thoughtful- and even though it should have made it worse, you finally felt like you could breathe a little.

The problem with Jungkook was that despite the feral, chemical way your body reacted to his- that’s not all this connection was. His heart always seemed to search for ways to make you comfortable and put you at ease, and it worked because he was good at it. He was attentive- he caught every detail of everything and tried to cater to you.

When you were exhausted and frustrated with not being able to memorize your lines but Taehyung wanted to go out to eat, jungkook would offer to cook dinner so everyone was taken care of. When you’d check out in conversation or he could tell the topic made you uncomfortable , Jungkook would make a joke about something you liked to slowly draw you back into the present with that pretty smile of his. He made sure you and Taehyung’s bedding was extremely soft so you were always comfortable and always asked if you needed anything. He even kept your favorite juice stocked in his fridge for Pete’s sake- and you’d never told him what it was. He’d figured it out on his own. And his eyes…. his gorgeous, perceptive eyes were always, always on you. They didn’t miss anything.

You could feel them sear through you when you entered the room, feel the back of your neck tingle when you turned away and he thought you couldn’t see him anymore. But you knew…. you always knew. You felt it. A few times you were careless, intentionally wearing a dress that you knew hit your curves well or letting your hair tumble down when you were around him, setting little traps to see if your suspicions were right. Secretly hoping his eyes would catch that too.

And my god, he always did. His cheeks would flush a decadent scarlet when you’d catch him, eyes darting away as you stifled the prideful smile that tried to paint its way onto your lips. You needed to stop that. But it felt so good to know you affected him that way. Especially since he got to you the way he did.

But at the end of the day, it was still his kindness that affected you the most deeply. Just like it had this morning. You pushed off from the table once you’d finally finished and made your way over to the coffee maker. You should bring him a cup. One cup of Joe wouldn’t do you in, right? It was the least you do since he was letting you both stay with him while this funk you were in made you such a horrible house guest.

The sultry brew began to percolate as you put your dishes away. Once the pot was done, you went to pour both your mugs of coffee. You wandered down the hall, your bare feet quiet on the hardwood.Lost in your musings on the situation, you forgot to knock since Jungkook always left his door open anyway, and wandered in on silent feet.

“Jungkook, I brought you some-“ and a shriek ripped its way from your chest. There- in the middle of his room-,stood a half naked Jeon Jungkook, halfway through lifting his shirt up over his head. In your panic, you’d jumped and both cups of hot coffee poured themselves down the front of your shirt, causing your second scream in less than 30 seconds. You were a complete mess.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Jungkook's doe eyes were even larger than usual with panic.

“I’m so sorry! I am so sorry.” Your eyes were scrunched shut as your fists clutched the two empty mugs for dear life. He was-beautiful. My god, how could anyone be sculpted like that? You’d known he was in good shape but god. Warn a girl.

“For what? You didn’t do anything. Are you hurt? Did that burn you?” He was by your side in an instant, tugging at the hem of your shirt that was plastered to your body with dark hot coffee.

“What? Oh… I’m fine. No, I’m just… so sorry. I should’ve knocked. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy and-“ you rambled, eyes darting everywhere but at his body.

“Hey.” Jungkook’s forefinger crooked beneath your chin and lifted it toward him. “Look at me. It’s okay. I’m so used to living alone, I didn’t even think about it. That’s on me. But we’ve got to get you out of this, okay? Yeah?” He searched your eyes, his own soft with comfort.

You nodded feebly. He went to remove the mugs from your hands that you realized you were still white knuckling and placed them gently on his side table. You regrettably realized he was still shirtless. It was impossible to miss the breadth of his shoulders or the way his torso tapered down to that slim waist, how his narrow hips disappeared beneath his sweatpants .... God help you. You hadn’t needed a first hand view. You were all ready hanging on by a thread as it was.

“Here, tug this off okay? I’ll grab something else for you. Just hold on. And I won’t look.” Jungkook promised as he dashed to rifle through his set of drawers. He rummaged around with his back to you, as your eyes hungrily drank in the expanse of his muscular back.

No. Stop it.

You internally snapped at yourself before stuttering out loud “No it’s okay..I’ll be fine. I just-“

“Nonsense.” Jungkook interrupted. “Tae started doing laundry this morning before he left, so I know for a fact that all your other clothes are currently sloshing around in the washing machine.”

Well crap.

“So snatch that wet thing off so we can get you dry okay?” He seemed determined, and with a heavy sigh of resignation, you finally agreed.

“Fine.” You mumbled, soft and a bit pathetic. It just wasn’t your morning so far.

“Ahh! Here it is.” Jungkook snatched something triumphantly out of his drawer and waved it over his head. Promptly turning on his heel, he marched toward you, his free hand covering his eyes and presented it to you. “Here, it's super oversized. It’s long on me, so it might drown you, but it’ll cover you know, everything.” His smile was a little lopsided. It was boyish and adorable, the pride he took in caring for you.

“Okay. Can you um…” you cleared your throat. You didn’t know how to ask him to turn away.

“Oh! Gotcha! Sorry.” It was his turn to scrunch his eyes shut, palms outstretched with the beige shirt for you. Once your were sure he wasn’t looking, (you waited and checked) you gingerly peeled your wet top off, checking to see if the coffee had stained the lavender lace of your bralette beneath. You sighed in relief when you realized it hadn’t. It didn’t fit perfectly, but it was your prettiest and your favorite so at least something went right today.

Snatching the dry shirt from jungkook's hand, you immediately whipped it over your body in one deft swoop, finally able to breathe at least a little bit. The shirt was massive on you, it dangled almost to your cavles. But he was right, everything was covered. You tried not to think about how it felt to be in his clothes. The shirt was so cozy, so soft. The sweet soapy fragrance of it smelled so much like him that it was like being wrapped up in the tactile version of how he made you feel. Your panicked little heart was having a hell of a time trying to keep up with all this.

But you were covered and coffee free. Crisis averted? Satisfied as one could be under the circumstances, you cleared your throat again. When he didn’t respond, you tapped him gently on his bare shoulder, whispering a soft, “it’s your turn to get dressed now.”

Jungkook blushed, seemingly realizing for the first time that he wasn’t fully dressed. You, however, were still painfully aware that his glorious, honeyed upper half was still very much exposed.

“Crap, I’m so sorry,” he chuckled guiltily. He bolted to his closet, immediately throwing a black oversized hoodie over his grey sweatpants. It was a more attractive look than it should have been.

You noticed that jungkook seemed a bit squirmy and nervous now that the crisis had been abated. You figured maybe it was because there wasn’t really anything to talk about now… that’s why you were quiet….

But Jungkook was being quiet because he had, in fact, snuck a peak your way when you were changing. He’d told himself it was just for science. To make sure the beverage hadn’t actually burned you- because you honestly were stubborn enough to act fine when you were actually hurt- but boy, did he bite off more than he could chew.

Your belly was splattered with a few angry red splotches, but nothing that looked too serious . The rest of you, however, was serious as a heart attack.

Your breasts were soft and full and threatened to spill over the edges of whatever that pale purple thing you were wearing was. He loved the little way your waist dipped and curved out beneath your ribs, the soft arc of your tummy…. he wanted to stamp a kiss to your hip bone right above your pink shorts. Something about your body was so sweet and inviting- just like you. Your skin looked softer than velvet and he’d have given anything then just to press his cheek against it and sink his fingers into it.

Did all girls look like that? Or was it just you?

Kookie had been with other girls before. Granted it had been awhile, but it had happened. But he’d been less bold then. He wasn’t fully comfortable with himself yet at the time, so out of respect, he’d never let his eyes linger any one spot too long hoping they’d do the same for him.

The shy kid he was then was so shocked that he was even with a girl that he never took the time to savor it. He just wanted to indulge before she changed her mind. He never wanted to push too far. He’d been in a few clumsy, chaotic sessions over the years- pawing at one another’s clothes in the darkness searching for skin, lips being bitten, breath heaving hard, but he couldn’t remember a single girl who’d inebriated him like you did- and you weren’t even trying. If anything, you were hiding from him. You….This was different. You were different . He hadn’t even touched you yet, and he was already completely unraveling.

And here you were, midday, in his room, wearing his favorite T-shirt and looking at him with these big lost eyes and he couldn’t stand it. God, he wanted to kiss you. He felt his eyes lingering on your lips. He should have tried harder to hide it, but at this point, he was honestly just tired. He didn’t know how to act around you, and he was exhausted with the effort.

“Thank you… and for um, for breakfast too.” you mumbled softly. You’d caught the way he was looking at you, felt how much it unnerved and excited you. You let your eyes drift down to the soggy shirt you still clutched as you smiled.

“Breakfast?” His brows quirked.

“Yeah, the eggs and the bacon? The plate in the kitchen?” You explained, but his eyes seemed void of recognition.

“I didn’t…. cook anything this morning. I just had cereal. I offered to make you something remember? But you said no.”

“Then who…?”

No.

And that’s when realization struck you- taehyung had made you breakfast. And you’d given Jungkook the credit. Oh no. You could cry.

“Oh.” Jungkook realized it about the same time as you. “I heard him in there this morning. Told him bye right before he left- that’s how I knew about the laundry. But yeah, he must have left that for you. I… didn’t see it.”

It was silent then. Jungkook shoved his hands in the pouch pocket of his hoodie, a muscle tensing along the corner of his jaw. He felt a little sick. Your eyes fell away from him, thick lashes fluttering as you tried to reconcile your assumptions with reality. Somehow, this was worse.

With the building tension between you temporarily snuffed out and a whole new host of things to worry about, you sighed heavily, dropping your shoulders and looking up at jungkook. His face was stormy and troubled beneath his thick wavy bangs, and you decided to take that moment to offer you both a platonic olive branch.

“Hey, do you wanna come to the kitchen with me and try this coffee thing again? I think my day could use a re- do… how bout you?” Your smile was small then, but hopeful.

“I think ... I’d really like that.” The side of his mouth quirked up, eyes softening. “But I’ll make the drinks this time. You’re dead if you spill anything on my favorite shirt.”

“Deal?” You held out your hand, and tentatively, he took it. His was strong and rough and it swallowed yours, but you suppressed your internal reaction.

“Deal,” he whispered in a soft breath. Though the breakfast thing with Taehyung continued to tumble around in his head. All of this was way easier when he felt like he loved you more than Tae did. That you were more right for him. But as he followed you through the living room, he started to realize that maybe he didn’t love you more than Tae did…. Maybe he just loved you differently.

He’d assumed Tae didn’t love you enough to pay attention to the details, but apparently, he did. Maybe he just took care of you in his own way. Jungkook didn’t know how to feel about that. Caring for you was his only “advantage” in a way, he’d thought. It was the thing he was best at, so he didn’t know how to feel about being one upped. It troubled him as he passed along behind you, unaware of the revelations you were having just a few feet away.

Once you’d both made it back to the kitchen, you got settled and propped up cozily at his dining table while he busied himself with the coffee machine. You mulled over what to say now. With the clarity you’d gained a few moments ago, you realized that maybe a change of tactics was in order. Once Jungkook sat down across from you, a sudden boldness swept over you. You went it with it before you lost your follow through-

“Kookie? I need to tell you something. And it’s gonna sound crazy, but I need you to listen to me, all the way to the end okay?” You began. His curiosity was piqued at your mood shift.

“Okay,” he shrugged his shoulders lightheartedly, but your gaze was serious.

“I’m serious, Kookie. Promise me.” you said solemnly.

“Okay…. promise.” He bobbed his head in agreement, now extremely intrigued. You licked your lips and braced your courage, stumbling at first.

“Kookie… jungkook, I....” you cleared your throat, your next words getting hitched and caught.

“I like you.”

His heart stopped.

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[bangtanfancamp]

The one where you & Jungkook come up with a plan

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��jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

•3k words

• fluffy angst? Slice of life, slow burn

• Le first part, le second part, le third part, le fourth part, le fifth part, le sixth part, le seventh part, le eighth part, le ninth part. Le tenth part

•part 10 of an on going drabble series where our lovable jungkookie meets the girl of his dreams, but can’t have her because she’s his best friend’s girlfriend .

What if you met the perfect person at the worst possible time?

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“Kookie… jungkook, I....

I like you.”

His heart stopped

“A lot. And...It’s- I don’t know what to do.” You began to feel your own desperation bubbling out in your voice, but you steeled yourself to continue. “ I can’t focus half the time. My director hates me because I keep forgetting my lines in rehearsal- I might get demoted to my own understudy if I keep this up. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks, even before we started staying with you…. And I don’t know how to look Tae in the eye right now. I… it’s all so out of control now. i feel like I’m drowning.” Your eyes burned a hole through your cup of coffee as you pressed your palms around the heat of the mug.

“I don’t…. know how you feel. You might hate me now. Or find me disgusting for potentially hurting your friend. I have no idea but, I need help here. I have no idea what else to do, so….if we’re gonna keep staying here and being around each other all the time I- I’m gonna need your help, Kookie. I know that’s a crazy thing to ask but- Can you help me? Please?” Your desperate eyes flicked up to meet his, guilty drops of saltwater falling from them and splashing on his raw wood tabletop.

Jungkook’s eyes had gone stark and wide- he looked like he’d seen his own ghost.

“You…. you what?” His mouth had gone completely dry. He’d heard you perfectly fine, but it was the only sentence he could formulate at the moment.

You misinterpreted his reaction as him being appalled and immediately regretted your confession. “I’m…. Oh no. I’m so sorry- forget I said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking. That must put you in a horrible position…. gosh, I’m so sorry. God, all I’ve been doing is apologizing, and I’m still just making things worse…..”

You shook your head, your hair falling around you as you began to push off from the table. But you stopped. Instantly. When Jungkook's fingers softly curled around your wrist. He didn’t look at you yet, and you felt a thick cloud of panic rise in the back of your throat. You were on the verge of another apology rant when-

“I….like you too.” His eyebrows wrinkled intensely, like this confession caused him physical pain. “Probably more than like..God, y/n. I haven’t known what to do with you since the second I laid eyes on you.” He let you go then to hang his head and bury his face in his hands.

Stunned.

You felt your weight settling back down into your chair. The shock of it all pressed you to earth more than gravity ever could. To wonder or assume was one thing…. but to hear it outloud was completely overwhelming. It cut your heart in a way you never could have imagined. You weren’t sure why such sweet words hurt so much….Maybe you weren’t as prepared for this as you thought.

“Me?” You whispered.

Jungkooks ran his hands along the edges of his face, pressing his hips forward to lean back against his chair. He was struggling to support his own weight at the moment, let alone speak. He chuckled in a way that had a tragic humor to it.

“Yes….you. Everything about you. I’ve been trying to figure out how I was gonna get over you too. But you’re just so…..you all the time. It’s been a disaster.” His chest rose and fell with an almost exaggerated effort. You were the only person in the world who could understand how he was feeling right now- this bizarre blend of euphoria and horror, like razor blades and starlight. The girl who occupied his every waking thought felt something for him too…. something so strong she didn’t know how to contain it. It was ruining her just as much as it was ruining him. And just in case Jungkook wasn’t on edge enough right now, you pulled another reaction he never expected out of thin air- you laughed.

You had the nerve to laugh. That same bright, beautiful sound that had filled the entire room that day he’d first met you at the diner. It was airy and sweet and brilliant and Jungkook was at a complete loss. He wished you’d let him in on the joke, because he was sweating to death beneath the weight of this madness and this stupid hoodie he’d put on in the middle of summer.

“God! This is just so CRAZY!!” Your hands were stuck wildly in your hair, snatching it back from your face as you leaned your elbows onto the table. “Like can you believe this? What are the chances that we both have this insane connection with each other of all people NOW? Right now?? It’s crazy!”

“Yeah…. that’s one way to put it.” Jungkook was clearly less amused than you.

“But this means we can help each other out right?” Your eyes lit up at the question.

“How so?” Jungkook asked incredulously.

“Because! Look, we both love Tae right? And we don’t want to hurt him. But we’re both stuck in how amazing- whatever this is- feels. So, we can help each other get over each other. It’s perfect!” You bounced giddily in your seat.

Jungkook pursed his lips, eyebrows scrunching at your overly optimistic proposal. “And how exactly are we going to do that?”

“By talking it out! It’ll have less power over us that way if we get it all out in the open. It’ll help cut this stupid, thick tension in the air between us.” You gestured between your two bodies. “Plus, you can tell me what I do and I can try to help- to stop doing that thing or at least try to do whatever it is less around you. And vice versa.” You proudly tilted your chin up at the end, fully under the assumption that you had just presented a full proof plan. Jungkook, however, wasn’t as sold on it as you.

“So…..” he strung his words together slowly, each syllable wrapped in thought. “You want me to tell you when I’m feeling attracted to you, so you can nip it in the bud?”When you blushed a little at his response, he realized maybe he could have some fun with this.

“I mean, well…no, not exactly. Not in the moment. But I mean, we can give each other some general things to address in advance so it doesn’t get that bad, you know?”

“Hmm,..... so, things like don’t sing and dance in the kitchen when you do the dishes or don’t try to repeat Korean phrases.” He said a little smugly.

“Wait…. do those get to you?” You snickered.

“Oh of course! Have you heard yourself sing? Or have any idea that you dance when you do the dishes- or how your much hips move when you dance ? It’s too much. I’m only one man.” He confessed.

“Fair, I suppose. What’s the Korean thing then?” You queried.

“It’s just cute honestly. When You grow up hearing it all the time, you get used to it. But you attempting to learn is honestly just the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. “ he almost whispered the next part, unsure if he should say it. “Though, I will say, there are a few times you got something dead on and it was extremely sexy.” His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, and you startle like a rabbit.

“Oh…… really?” You cleared your throat then. Ignoring the spike in your heart rate, you pressed on. “Okay. Um, you can’t shower here after a gym session, you need to do that at the gym before you come home.”

“What? Why? Public showers are gross.” Jungkook’s nose scrunched distastefully.

“Because…. it’s distracting when you come in here all fit and glowing and sweaty in those stupid tank tops and basketball shorts. It’s unnecessary and it could be avoided.” You said matter of factly. Something playful flashed in jungkook’s eyes at your attempted composure. It made him feel oddly powerful for the first time in all of this to know that his body affected you even partially as much as yours did to him.

“Fine. I’ll bite on that. Anything else?” He bit his lip almost cockily now.

“Don’t be so nice to me. You’re too sweet. It’s a problem.” Your rounded eyes betrayed how much you genuinely meant that statement. It made jungkook laugh a little bit.

“You want me to be mean to you?” He chuckled.

“No…. just less thoughtful. It makes people look bad,” You grimaced. He suddenly knew what you meant. You had noticed his tendency to be more considerate than Taehyung more often than not. So it wasn’t just his perception.

“Okay. No promises on that one? But I guess I can try?” He shrugged his shoulders as you sighed.

“Maybe this is too much to try to come up with off the cuff…. how bout this? I’ll make a list. And you make a list. Off limit topics and behaviors. We have until 5 today to come up with them. We can go over them after I get back from rehearsal.” Your brows furrowed as you conveyed your new plan.

Jungkook took you in carefully. Your jaw was set and your eyes had a steely glint to them he didn’t normally see. He knew you well enough now to know there was no use fighting your determination on this.

Maybe this wasn’t the worst idea in the world….You could both get some relief from all this. He wouldn’t feel so alone anymore- at least he’d have someone to talk to. Someone who truly understood. Hell, maybe he’d even be able to relax around Taehyung again. Wouldn’t THAT be a miracle? The whole idea seemed to only have pro’s thus far.

Unless, of course, his desire to please you was making him blind to the cons. Which was entirely probable. The only one he could think of at the moment was that, honestly, he didn’t know if he wanted to be cured of loving you. He’d never felt anything like this. For as much trouble as it caused, now that he was being offered a way out, he didn’t know if he wanted to take it. He liked loving you. It seemed the thing he was the best at these days.

He took a deep, slow breath and evaluated his options. Except, now that you’d both sort of confessed to each othe, he didn’t think he HAD any other options. He wouldn’t be allowed to coddle this sweet addiction he had to you any longer. It was time to break the habit. Drinking in your beautiful features for what might be the last time, he finally brought himself to nod in agreement.

“Okay…. I can’t make you any promises. But, for Tae’s sake and yours, I’ll try.” His mouth set in a grim line once he’d forced himself to speak. .

You took a deep breath then, secretly praying you’d done the right thing. But there was a pang of something sharp in your chest, a melancholy you didn’t quite understand. You were doing this for Tae. He deserved at least this much. But….what about you? Was this really what you wanted? To completely erase this beautiful gift you’d been given ? And what about poor jungkook? What was he to do when this was all said and done?

“That’s all I could ever ask. Thank you, Kookie. It’ll work out alright- I know it will.” Nodding resolutely, you took a long, steady sip of your coffee.

Everything was going to be fine.

It had to work out…..

It had to….

Right ?

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