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seven days (prologue) | jjk

title: seven days (prologue) pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: pg (18+) ; fluff ; roommates to lovers au summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, chains bc it’s tradition<33, cocky!jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), kook is a huge DORK and a PRETTY BOY and a LOSER<3, not rly but maybe, this man is persistent, bam :’)), reader has a lot going on :(( notes: so here we are with a series insp by our latest release from jk !! i am already having so so much fun with these two and cannot wait to show y’all some of the upcoming scenes in later chapters,, like i am buzzinggg with hype LOL hope you enjoy the prologue that i couldn’t stop expanding on! drop date: july 22nd, 2023, 9:27pm est word count: 5.1k <33 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!)

There’s a chance you’re about to make a mistake.

Staring at the messages on your phone, you go over the events of last night, wondering if your decision to break it off now is logical or not.

The guy you’ve been seeing is nice. Attentive. Successful, even.

But it’s been ten days and you just aren’t feeling what you hope to feel after all this time.

So, like everyone before him, this man is about to be subjected to consequences unbeknownst. The result of not meeting your ten day standards.

“Great,” you exhale, leaning on your tiny kitchen island while shutting heavy eyes in defeat. “Here we go again.”

“What’s up?”

Your phone slips dangerously quick before you clutch it tight. At the sight of your sweatpants-clad roommate, you grunt while looking far away, “Damn it, Kook. If I ever break my phone it’s gonna be your fault.”

And you hear rather than see the grin in his totally, very insincere,

“Sorry.”

“Asshole,” you scoff before another one of your roommates barrels into your legs. The boisterous, lovable, much preferred one over the man sleepily scouring your fridge. “Isn’t that right, Bam?”

Sparkly eyes and excited wiggles greet you in return, making you feel a bit better as the clinks of his chain collar tickle your eardrums. Whispering, you joke, “Oh, you’re right... His hair does look funny in the morning.”

Kook—formally known as Jungkook to most people and when you’re not particularly happy with him—pops his body out with an affronted expression and a full mouth,

“Hey! Don’t be rude.”

God, he looks way too good to have just woken up. And did he really need to forego a shirt today of all days? You can see his nipples pebbling from the fridge chill and that is not helping your mood in the slightest. “How are you already eating? And what?”

“Le’o’ers,” he responds with a much fuller bite before shutting the metal door with a foot. The hollow thud reminds you of how empty the appliance is, which means another grocery run is in order.

Damn it, that means no dinner if you don’t go today.

Faced with problem after problem, you pet Bam’s head before righting yourself on your barstool. As Jungkook joins you at the island, mouth stuffed, you slump and decide to admit, “I think I’m destined to be alone.”

Your roommate looks up at you mid-chew, already knowing what you mean. “Another one?” When you nod, he tries his best to swallow everything before blurting, “How long was it this time?”

You rest on a palm. “Ten days.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. Fuckin’ sucks.”

Looking more awake now, Jungkook takes another bite with a head shake. Against your better judgment, you decide to spare a glance at his inked sleeve, and you have to tear your gaze away before you gnaw straight into your lip.

Why the universe decided that you two would only be roommates, you aren’t sure. Even though you’ve been talking more and more lately despite his fuckboy activity unwavering, conversations haven’t been anything substantial.

But maybe that’s for the best.

Because if Jungkook was anything other than your roommate, you are pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to stand his ass.

“He made it all the way to the end,” the man in question finally sighs out. “Poor guy.”

Honestly, how do you put up with him now?

While you stare at his typical leftovers, you respond with an accusation, “You’re siding with him?”

“This time? Yeah.” Your roommate quickly tilts his head with a “tsk” before explaining, “I thought you said he was cool.”

“I mean,” you whoosh out, a bit of frustration on your tongue because you did in fact say that.

But wasn’t that after the very first day? Just a quick comment before you barged into your room, completely exhausted after an intense paintball date? How did Jungkook even remember?

Whatever.

After an offhand wave of your hand, you put your chin back in your hold. “I did. But being cool isn’t enough for me.”

“Why not?”

“Because it just isn’t?”

“I guess.” Getting up from his chair, he throws his empty to-go box away before retrieving breakfast for his companion. “Dunno. I kinda feel worse for you, I think.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He gives Bam head scratches before standing with a crinkling food bag, and you have to look away yet again, this time focusing on your very empty phone screen. “But only cus you’re doing this to yourself.”

Lifting a brow, you ask low, “Doing what?”

“Making your dating life suck?”

…What?

You can’t stop your blinking when you stare, even while you hear dog food clanging into a bowl.

He’s giving you a lot less credit than you deserve, especially since he doesn’t even know why you even have these standards in the first place.

Truthfully, your roommate doesn’t really know a lot of things about you. But you chalk that up to your own decision to be so private.

Unlike mister open book himself.

Besides, you have a follow-up question. “How do you know if it sucks or not?”

At this, Jungkook simply eyes you with a look that makes you embarrassed before he even says his points,

“You’ve been quieter.”

“I mean… I guess—”

“Hogging the tv more.”

“Okay, but—”

“And all your moans have been fake as fuck.”

“Hello?”

What the fuck!

Everything in you shrivels in agony as he holds back a laugh, stuffing the food bag in your laundry cove before kicking it shut.

When he comes back into view, you’re already covering your face with both hands. Because this conversation cannot be happening right now.

What the hell did he just say and why did he think it was okay to say it!

“And—”

“Nope, we’re done—”

You feel fingers close over yours before you let him move them from your cheeks, eyes slowly opening to see him close and very, very warm.

“And,” he continues, “No matter how hard you’re trying…” When you look away, he swivels your chin right back with a confident,

“You can’t stop staring at me.”

Fuck, he totally caught you.

“Oh, please,” you stutter with the largest eyeroll. “That’s cus your nips are rock solid right now.”

“So are yours.”

Quickly, you snatch your hands back to fold shaking arms over your chest. “Yeah, well, hope you enjoyed the view.”

“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—”

“No.”

“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.”

“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.”

“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”

“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like them after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.”

There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”

“You mean the ten days is only a trial run?”

You do laugh this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!”

“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”

You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity,

“No.”

He doesn’t say a word.

“Not since my standards changed.”

And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think that’s a hell of a lot better than—

“I could do it.”

“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.”

“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?”

“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning.

But you get stopped, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,

“I am.”

Why…

Why is he doing this?

He isn’t even interested in you. And you’re roommates. Isn’t this crossing a line? Some sort of taboo?

Instead of giving in, you scoff and walk around his annoyingly nice proportions and into the hall. “No.”

“Come on—”

“Nope.”

Jungkook cannot be serious. Everything about this whole thing shouldn’t even be entertained. And for goodness sake, you haven’t even told the last guy it was over yet!

But despite all that, he’s on your heels, Bam following close behind and making the corridor even more crowded.

“Not even a—”

“No.”

When you finally reach your bedroom that seemed miles away, he prevents you from reaching the doorknob.

Making you inches from touching his stomach before you flinch your hand back. “Really?”

“Yeah! Why not?”

You can think of ten thousand reasons why not.

With a sigh, you realize that this man just won’t quit if you just say No. So instead of resisting his attempts, you pivot,

“It’s too early for your teasing, Kook. I gotta go to work.”

When his brows attempt to touch, he shifts his gaze from one eye to the next. “Huh?”

“Work? Pretty sure you have to go, too.”

“No, I meant”—he rests his back against your door—“I’m not teasing.”

“You’re always teasing,” you correct him, albeit feeling a little different about all the offers now.

Is he for real? Judging by this whole year of living with him, you’ve clocked that he’s not that serious about anything, ever.

Except for when he wants to win.

So if he’s seeing this whole thing as a challenge instead of anything else, then you’d understand why he’s pushing so hard.

“Am I always teasing you?”

“Oh, my god, yes.”

“Mm. I don’t think it happens all the—”

To your horror, a gurgling sound erupts from your stomach, tugging both of your gazes downward.

“Time…”

You did not see this interruption coming.

Even the universe isn’t on your side today.

“See!” you complain to his giggles. “What did I just say?”

“You gonna pay your pet deposit for that tiger in there?”

“Alright, bye,” you start, gently shoving his laughs away from your door. “I’m gonna be late and they’re already on my ass at work.”

As your room finally finally finally opens into view, you hear both your roommates complain in small whines.

“At least eat with m—”

Your door slam effectively cuts him off.

But it also cuts you from the world for a second, and everything you’ve been dreading seeps right back into your mind.

Like work. And friends. And this nice guy you’re gonna let down very bluntly.

…And a certain ex that you had a run-in with recently.

Fuck, focus. At least get ready for the first one and deal with the rest when they come. You can get through this.

Determined, you steel yourself before walking.

But you don’t even get three steps in before hearing a knock on your door, your sigh more elaborate than it’s ever been.

There’s no way. No way Jungkook’s been standing there that whole time you didn’t move.

Turning, you know you have two options. You can ignore him and get ready for a job you don’t want to deal with, or at least hear him out. One last time for this weird ass morning.

Tongue poking your cheek, you make your decision and hope it’s the right choice.

Or at least a good one.

You’re pretty sure your door screams at the amount of force you use. But you rest a forearm on your entryway before asking,

“What.”

“Oh, hi,” Jungkook greets mid-step away. Straightening, he clears his throat, eyes and lip ring shining in the natural light coming through your bedroom windows. “Uhh. I didn’t think you’d answer.”

All you react with is a head gesture, silently ordering him to keep talking.

And he understands immediately, flustered appearance highly amusing. “Just, umm. Just think about it, maybe?”

Don’t be charmed, don’t be charmed, don’t be charmed by your goddamn roommate.

But he looks so fucking fine in those chains…

This isn’t a fair fight, all things considering. Maybe you need to have this talk when he actually has clothes on. Like during a show you’ve both seen a thousand times, or over food.

Food.

The empty fridge pops back into your mind, lighting your brain up with an idea. Lips pursed, you pretend mull things over before extending an offer,

“Make dinner tonight and I might consider.”

Jungkook’s pupils sparkle in an instant, and he smiles so wide before accepting,

“I’ll make it all week if that’s what it takes.”

Something akin to butterflies springs in your belly. But you remain composed, “There’s no way I’m having ramyeon seven days straight.”

“I can make other things!”

“Prove it.”

“I will!”

“Then I’ll see you at dinner,” you taunt, shutting your door for the final time.

And even though this whole morning has been a trip, and despite being severely late to work now, hearing Jungkook’s last comment before you walk away suddenly makes it all worth it.

Because it’s a simple, tiny, panicked,

“Fuck.”

Work is exactly how you thought it would be.

An extraordinary catastrophe that even Hades would cringe at.

When you finally make it out of the trenches and back into your condo, you’re tired, weary, and hardset on falling face first into your comforter.

But when you open the front door, the smells you’re greeted with almost bring tears to your eyes.

Because it smells divine.

Wait.

Is Jungkook really making dinner?

You didn’t get a single peep from him all day. Even when you went through your social media apps, you didn’t see any activity from his accounts.

“Hey, Bam,” you greet while slipping off your shoes. “Is anyone else here?”

As you get the exact silent answer you expect, you hear singing wafting from the kitchen.

Just like always.

Sighing, you bend to give Bam a nice round of scritches before making your way there, curious as to why it smells so fucking superb.

“About time you showed up!”

Fully clothed.

Thank the heavens.

“Nice to see you, too,” you grumble. “And what do you mean, you aren’t even done yet.”

“Yeah. Even after napping you gave me enough time.”

Dumping your purse on a dining chair, you lightly scratch one of your brows. “I’m so jealous you get to sleep so much.”

“Me? Not usually. I just lie down on my phone.” As he transfers what looks like noodles into a bowl, you snicker before he can blurt out, “Before you say anything, this isn’t your ordinary ramyeon.”

“Sure.”

“It’s much better.”

“Still noodles.”

Holding his wooden spoon like a sword, he challenges, “If you don’t like this, I don’t like you.”

God.

Why is he much more ridiculous today than he’s been in all the months you’ve been around him?

It’s so dumb that you can’t help but puff out a scoff. “Not exactly something to say when you wanna date someone.”

“That’s how serious I am.”

“Okay, okay,” you relent, too tired to fight. Plopping into a free seat, you rest your temple in your palms, hoping your headache is only from hunger and will subside soon.

Soft notes appear by the stove again as Jungkook goes back to singing. And you’re glad it’s not as loud or you would’ve had to shush him.

Soon enough, you hear a small “here you go” before you see a shallow bowl and water cup placed in front of you, and you thank him with a voice just as tiny.

As Jungkook takes the seat across from your slumped form, he rubs his hands together before gasping, getting up again.

“What?”

“Don’t eat it yet!”

A groan.

Staring at your food while you wait, you gotta admit that it looks as amazing as it smells. So vibrant and glistening, with bits of green here and there amongst the warm colors.

If it tastes just as good, too…

“Okay, here we go.”

You look up before leaning away, watching as Jungkook crushes his palms together above your plate, ringing them and letting sesame seeds fall out.

“There. Now you can have some.”

“Thanks,” you whisper again, just grateful you have food. The one thing that has gone your way the whole damn day.

Well. At least the guy seemed to take the dumping well earlier. If you call blocking and unfollowing you on all socials without a single response taking a breakup well.

Whatever. Once again, your vibes radar wasn’t… Wrong…

“Holy fuck,” you mumble through a bite of noodles, eyebrows furrowed in shock. “This is good.”

When you look up, you discover two things.

One, Jungkook’s smirk is downright devilish when aimed right at you.

And two, he clearly waited until you ate to even pick up his chopsticks.

“I know.”

Only your eyes can show your mock disgust as you keep slurping your bite. Because the rest of you is buzzing with glee and something else. Truthfully, you could eat this dish as many times as he wants to make it.

But there’s no way you’re gonna admit that to his face. No reason for his ego to balloon even more than it has.

Fuck, his grin is getting even bigger!

But you’re spared when you use your free hand to flick him off, because he laughs to the ceiling before digging into his own food.

Both of you eat in silence, with just the hum of his speaker floating through the open space. Before you know it, your bowl is empty and your stomach full, and you’re midway through drinking when you hear—

“Date me.”

Liquid stings your nose when you cough into your cup, and you set it down before droning,

“Wow.”

“What?”

Does he really have the audacity to giggle after what he just said?

Jungkook has never been serious in his life.

Unmoving from your hunched position, you hit him with a flat, “A little strong, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, and? That’s worked for me so far.”

“We’re roommates.”

“Uh huh.”

“And friends.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think this could go very wrong?”

“Not if we do it just to do it.”

You’ve been badgered before. It’s happened at work, it’s happened in past relationships, and it’s happened with random strangers at clubs.

But this is on a whole other level and you want to—need to—keep believing that it’s just one big joke. Or prank. Maybe Jungkook made a bet with his friends that he could bet you he’d beat your standards.

…Okay, that’s a stretch.

Regardless, why is he persistent? Why is he trying this hard? Is he even thinking about potential outcomes or consequences or anything else?

Leaning fully back into your chair, you ask something you already know the answer to,

“...You don’t think about shit before doing it, do you.”

“Never!”

Right.

With a heavy sigh, you look away. “How would we even do this.”

“Just like you do with all the others,” he offers. “It can be an experiment, if anything.”

“A what now.”

“An experiment. A trial run, since you’re so familiar with those.” He grins when you scoff, getting up to gather all the dishes before heading for the sink. “If I can get through more than ten days, then I win. If you can’t stand me and dump me, no hard feelings.”

What did he just say?

“Wait, with no hard feelings? Really?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook confirms, and you watch him don gloves before turning the faucet on. “You know me, yeah? No strings.”

This is true.

Ever since you moved in together, that’s one thing the two of you have had in common: no real relationships with anyone. There was maybe one girl that he saw for more than a month, but that ended pretty quick and he was back on his bullshit.

Well…

If he really doesn’t care about the worst outcome, what’s the harm in trying it? Maybe your standards do need tweaking and he’ll be the one to help cement them.

Besides, you feel like something shifted in the air today. Not only was Jungkook a lot more animated and attentive, his eyes seemed to linger a little bit more than usual.

And his hands… You wouldn’t mind feeling them in other places.

Your heart is beating so hard that you swear he can hear it. Tone steady, you brush off your slight attraction by guessing,

“…You’re just really bored, huh?”

“Oh my god, yeah.”

His blunt honesty pulls a puff of mirth straight from your throat, and you shake your head before vacating your chair. When you get to the island, it feels cool to the touch as you skirt a finger across,

“Gimme one more day. I’ll think about it.”

Jungkook snaps his head your way. “Why?”

“Because one of us has to be the logical one and you’re a looney toon.”

He can only hiss out a laugh at the bowl in his hands.

“One more day, okay?”

“If you say so.”

With that, you make your leave.

But with one foot out of the kitchen, your whole body stops.

That dish seemed like it took a lot of components to make. At least, ingredients that you know you didn’t have before.

So you turn back around and compete with running water,

“Hey.”

He turns.

“Thanks for the food. I could eat a whole bucket of that.”

Retreating right after your admission, you hide your lip bite in the dark of the hallway.

Not knowing that you missed an expression that matched your own.

Deep in the comfort of your covers, your mind rages.

But not because of any of the usual suspects. Instead, the eye of this storm is the man that just made you dinner.

Why is Jungkook trying so hard? You still don’t get that. There’s a million things that could go sideways with something like this, and yet he seems to disregard all of them.

But even if you get it, you can’t put too much stock in this before it’s even happened. It’s dangerous to make it seem more than it is.

It’s just another game to him. A challenge.

So you should see it the same way.

Even if you have thought about what it would be like to be with him for real.

You may have lied to your roommate.

Because you definitely need more than one day to really think this over.

But despite the slight change in deadline, Jungkook’s been hanging on by a solid thread, even tacking more and more additional offers onto the original.

“You can pick all the places we go.”

“Not now, Jungkook.”

“I’ll let you choose any movies.”

“We have the same taste.”

Day after day, night after night, he’s asked you. To the point where it’s become a running bit.

“Date me.”

“No.”

“Think about it?”

“I am.”

And this goes on for a whole two weeks, which you don’t realize until you’re settled into warm covers one night, decompressing on your phone.

Shit might actually go down at work. But you refuse to think about it because you’ve been god awful at separating your career troubles with regular life.

After being bored with one app, you switch to another.

But if the worst happens, where the hell are you gonna get the money to keep affording this place? Both of you are shelling out absurd amounts ever since management raised rent recently.

Singing leaks from the hallway, interrupting your thunderous thoughts as laundry’s seemingly getting transferred to the dryer. And you can’t help but sigh from your bed.

There he goes again.

After a second or two, you stop using your device to give a look to the door.

Just listening.

And wondering.

Without really knowing why, you decide to leave your sheets, leaning on a now open doorway while watching him at the end of the corridor.

And Jungkook doesn’t notice, back turned and dancing away, intermittently using one of his socks as a flimsy microphone.

Ugh. How can he lift your mood without even trying? After shit days at work, nothing cheers you up until you get back home. Between the food he makes, and the talking, and stuff like this oh goddamn it he sees you.

“Hey!” Fuck, his smile is pretty. “See what you’d be missing out on?”

“I’m literally watching you now.”

“Nah! This is nothing.”

Your arms can’t get crossed hard enough. “Oh, really.”

But you have to quickly uncross them because your roommate starts dancing down the hall, and that only means one thing. Yelping, you retreat back inside your room, with just enough time to shut his laughs out with a bang.

Undeterred, Jungkook shouts through wood,

“Come on, lemme show you!”

“No!”

“Why?”

That damn whine.

Why is he…

Maybe there’s no use in questioning it anymore.

He just is.

With a smile that grows and grows, you aim your response at the ground,

“I only dance with my dates.”

“Wow.”

You try your absolute hardest to hold back your laugh, and you’re pretty successful.

Until he starts singing a choice song that has you bursting at the seams.

“If I had one wish…”

“Shut up,” you groan slow, knowing damn well he can tell you’re grinning like hell.

“We would be best friends…”

“Good night, Kook.”

Every morning, you shut your alarms off with a slap before getting ready for work. Bathroom, face routine, teeth brushing, thinking about what you need to get done, hair and makeup, jewelry, outfit, already wishing you were back home and in bed, last second touches.

And it doesn’t stop there, because you also speed into the kitchen to make your caffeine drink of choice, fill your water flask, and rustle together a bag of snacks before heading out. Which can take anywhere from two to ten minutes depending on if you want coffee or tea, and how elaborate you want your food to be.

But this morning, something is off.

Because coffee’s already brewed, your flask and cup are sitting on the island, and there’s a bag full of stuff you assume to be fruit and various small bites.

What the…

As you stare, all you can manage is,

“Huh.”

You know for damn sure Bam doesn’t know how to fill a mug.

When you softly touch brown paper, you hear a groggy voice from the entryway,

“I just went with coffee.”

Shit—

“Dunno how long you seep your tea.”

Your feet keep stumbling before you calm them down, cursing under your breath before gritting out,

“What is this, a drama?”

When he lazily smiles, he asks, “Do you want it to be?”

Scoffing, you drink in the sight of his sleepy eyes, groaning inside because he’s only in his sweatpants again.

Why do they have to be grey!

“Why’d you do all this?”

“To save you the trouble.”

The trouble? “What do you mean?”

“So I can ask you one more time.”

He... Jungkook did all of this to make time to ask you again? When the hell did he wake up because there’s a real meal in that paper bag.

Your head drops all the way forward.

This man cannot be human.

“Date me.”

“Kook.”

“Just gimme a chance.”

Distraction. You need a distraction.

Without thinking too hard, you reach for your coffee. But this doesn’t help your cause because as soon as you take a sip, you discover that it tastes exactly how you make it.

Staring at the way the liquid swirls, you realize that maybe—just maybe—Jungkook knows a lot more about you than you thought.

Hmm.

After a long pause, you clarify with caution, “And I can dump you whenever I want?”

It’s your roommate’s turn to fold his arms, and you absolutely do not wanna see that image up close again as long as you live. His chains damn near disappear into his chest.

“You won’t, but yeah.”

Your gaze lowers back to your coffee.

This is just a game. A game, a game, an unserious stunt to pass the time.

Besides.

It’s not like you haven’t thought about him a certain way once or twice.

Maybe this is your shot to at least give him a smooch or two.

“No strings?”

“No strings.”

“Seven days?”

“Ten.”

“You won’t get hurt?”

There’s a tiny falter in his smile, but he quickly dashes it away, “No. You?”

“Of course not,” you blurt, ignoring the miniscule sting in your chest.

Jungkook pushes off the partition, slowly making his way towards your unwavering gaze. When he stops, you can feel his lingering body heat radiating onto your clothes as he questions,

“So what now?”

After feeling like you might be making yet another mistake, you finally, finally give in.

“Fine. But you’re gonna end up just like everyone else.”

A finger props your chin when he bends close, head tilted dangerously to one side and stirring something in your core.

“Trust me,” he counters, voice with an edge you’ve only heard him use on others, “I won’t.”

Yeah. You are definitely making another mistake.

But Jungkook flicks his hand away before you can elaborate any further. “So when do we start? Now?”

“Uhh.” You swallow, thrown off by how quick he can change his demeanor. With a passing thought, you realize with slight terror that this may spell danger for you. “I guess so.”

“Then go out with me tonight,” he offers, wasting absolutely no time. “There’s a place I’ve been wanting to try.”

Hmm.

You kinda like how he didn’t wait. “Oh. Sure.”

Before you understand what’s happening, your blouse is softly tugged forward, the rest of your body following without prompt.

What. What’s he doing. Is he already going in for a—

“I wasn’t asking.”

With a slant of his lips, he lets you go.

And all the gears in your mind grind to a damning halt.

Because normally, you would cringe at that. But hearing it from a half-naked Jungkook alters your brain chemistry to the point where you wonder if you ever hated the phrase at all.

But before you can say anything, you hear a puff of a laugh before you’re left alone.

Standing there, eyes on the way he fills those sweats, and wondering what you just signed up for—

“Ten days?” Jungkook questions as he spins back around, and you shift your weight in annoyance. “That’s nothing.”

“Get real,” you drawl. “It’ll be fun dumping you in seven.”

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tbc. :)))

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