♠︎ thirty eight

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

"Baby?"

"Mm."

Jungkook grinned. "You're talking to yourself again."

You tutted, turning to side-eye Jungkook slightly where he was sat behind you. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," Jungkook said quickly - too quickly, so he sounded desperate, and you grinned in victory.

"Deal with it then, bunny boy," you said. 

Jungkook huffed, but he wasn't mad about your attitude. Not really.

It had been one day since he'd told you how he felt. One day since he found out you felt exactly the same way. Since the best day of his vacation so far.

And since then, you'd been joined at the hip.

After your confession yesterday, Jungkook had hung out with you all evening - sometimes clothed, but mostly not, feeling freer to explore each other now that you weren't holding back.

You both showed face at dinner, where Jungkook did a frankly lousy job of hiding how much he wanted to get you back upstairs and out of those pesky clothes. You both ate quickly, before returning to his bedroom that evening, where you had been ever since.

Ths morning, you'd insisted on both showering before interviewing Yoongi. Even Jungkook had to admit that you both stank of sex, and so he conceded - as long as that shower could be taken at the same time as you.

"I didn't bring spare clothes," you said bashfully when you came out of the shower, towelled and rose-faced from your activities with Jungkook in there, and he could have torn his own heart out at how sincere and sexy you looked at the same time. "Can I borrow some?"

Jungkook had nodded dumbly, fumbling around for a spare t-shirt and pair of boxers, which you'd slipped on happily. 

Seeing you in his clothes, the way his baggy t-shirts swallowed you, and your feminine hips filled out his boxers in a way his didn't... that was a primal urge that he didn't understand, but needed to explore more.

A lot more.

And now, the pair of you had decided to stay in and seek refuge from the blazing sun, figuring you could venture out to hang out at the pool later, when the sun wasn't so harsh. You had told Jungkook you had work to do, so initially he let you work at his small desk while he lay in bed against the headboard, playing Overwatch. 

It was nice to just hang out, while both of you were busy. He loved stealing glances at you when you were deep in concentration, hair fanned across your face, your lip caught between your teeth adorably as your transcibed your notes from Yoongi's interview. 

But eventually, Jungkook realised he was not the only one stealing glances. More than once, you met his eye, and then looked away quickly, playing it cool.

He grinned, carrying on with his game. He knew you well enough by now to know you hid your fluster and blushing well. He wasn't going to give in this time - he'd let you come to him. And sure enough, after a half hour or so, you came and stood beside where he sat splayed out on the bed, with your laptop in hand.

"Wanna sit here," you pouted at him, pointing down at the bed.

Jungkook wouldn't dream of saying no. He blinked up at you, and then opened out his legs a little, patting the space between his thighs. "Be my guest."

You smiled in satisfaction, blush dusting your cheeks as you clambered between his legs, letting your back rest against his chest, legs crossing as you placed your laptop on top of them. Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist, and he rested the controller right above your stomach, resuming your game as you went back to typing. 

You fit in his arms like you were made to be there. He hadn't realised that before, when he'd been too busy being consumed in the tornado of a woman that had barrelled into his life a month ago.

For a while you stayed this way, in a comfortable, happy silence. Jungkook didn't want to move. He had revelled in the new position immediately - a way to have you close to him when you were doing something totally unrelated to sex. Occasionally, he leant forward and pressed a kiss to your shoulderblade, or your neck, and asked how you were getting on - but largely, you worked in silence.

Well. Almost. Because Jungkook had just realised you had this really adorable habit of murmuring to yourself when you were working. 

"Do you always do this when you're concentrating?" he asked you now, burying his face in your hair as his chin rested on your shoulder, loving the fresh, damp smell of it, because you had washed in his shampoo, and you smelled like him, and that was about enough for him to go wild.

You paused, though you leaned into his touch. "Hm? Do what?"

"Talk to yourself," he clarified. You shook your head.

"No," you said, resuming typing, but you pointed to the dictophone you had plugged headphones into first. "Only when I'm transcribing."

You went back to work once more, but Jungkook was distracted now. He paused his game, looking over your shoulder to read what you were doing, and noted how fast of a typer you were.

"When's it my turn for this article, hm?" he leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder over the fabric of your t-shirt. It felt so good to be able to just do this - a small gesture that held so much meaning. It had been almost unthinkable that he'd have you like this, even a few days ago. 

Now, you let out a short giggle, not pausing your typing, although you did take out your earphones and cast the dictophone to one side, seeming done with it for the time being.

"Tae is next. I'll get to you eventually, junior," you replied. He didn't need to see your face to know you were smirking.

"Good. You could do ten questions with me," he offered, stroking your thigh absent-mindedly as you typed. You were still wearing his boxers, and his hand met bare skin. "Like I did with you."

"I don't need to do ten questions with you," you grinned, and he sensed you rolling your eyes. "I know enough about you already."

"Oh?" he smiled back, burying his nose into your damp hair. "When's my birthday, then?"

"September first. And all I had to do was watch you to figure out that your favourite position is missionary," you yawned, as if it had been the easiest thing in the world to work out. "Boring as hell."

"Actually, doggy is my favourite," he pointed out, thinking of when he'd bent you over in front of the mirror the other day. "I just like missionary with you because I get to look at you."

At this, you didn't make a sound, and Jungkook loved that he could see the blush spreading over the side of your face from where he sat.

Jackpot.

"And," he continued, chuffed with himself for making you speechless, "you can't just write the whole article about my sex life."

"I could," you mused teasingly, stroking a finger across the keyboard, though you had stopped working now. "Jeon Jungkook is a multi-talented performance artist. But nowhere is he more talented than the bedroom, where he can make me come with just two fingers and his dirty mouth."

Jungkook laughed hard at this, squeezing your thigh. "Is it bad that I sort of want you to write that?"

"Yes, it is," you shot back, but you leaned into him anyway, your warm back pressing into his chest as you settled into your writing once more.

"Wait, when is your birthday?" he asked suddenly, realising he didn't know it.

"Uh," you pretended to type a little faster. "Soon."

"Soon?"

You sighed. "Next week."

"Next week?" he repeated, staring at you incredulously as you continued to type. "But... why didn't you say anything?"

You shrugged. "I don't like the attention."

Jungkook nearly snorted. "Yeah right," he said. "If I know you and Nia, you go all out every year."

You shifted a little in his grip. "Okay, fine, we do. But I just didn't want to make a big deal out of it with you guys, and it's the day before we all go back. I figured you guys would just want to pack."

Jungkook shrugged. "Maybe we could just do a lowkey dinner or something," he offered. You hummed in agreement, but Jungkook knew himself too well. He was already planning the surprise party.

Yoongi hadn't been wrong to assume his love language was acts of service, like you. When he liked someone, he went all out. 

It was going to be the best birthday party this island had ever seen.

For a while after that, you lapsed into a comfortable silence - Jungkook resuming his game, and you resuming your typing, working side by side. But Jungkook couldn't help letting his mind stray over and over to how right this felt - having you in his arms, with no intentions to go any further - just the two of you hanging out, except now he could kiss you whenever he felt like it.

He didn't know if this was going to be permanent - if you even wanted that - and he didn't want to think about it right now. Now, he just wanted to enjoy you.

After another half hour or so you huffed, snapping your laptop shut. "I'm too tired to write any more," you yawned for real this time, leaning back into Jungkook's chest, and his heart could have burst at the sensation. Your hand plucked his own from where it rested on your thigh, tracing over his fingers gently, outlining each of his tattoos with your touch.

Jungkook paused his game, and paid attention. Finally, he had you all to himself, and he wasn't going to pass it up.

"Oh?" he asked, pressing his lips to the junction of your neck as he swept your hair back off your shoulders. "Wanna do something else?"

"Yes," you sighed, tilting your neck further to give him access, and Jungkook loved the vibration in the back of your throat as his lips met your warm skin. "I have an idea."

"Tell me," he urged, his hand going to your waist now and pulling you back towards him, a delicious feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach.

In one movement, you twisted, tossing the laptop and game controller to the side as you swivelled to straddle his lap, mouth hovering above his. "I think you'll like it," you teased, breath fanning over his lips.

"Don't be a tease," he warned softly, gripping your hips. You just smiled.

"I never tease," you blinked, the picture of innocence.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you, as if to say - who are you kidding?

Your voice lowered to a murmur.

"I want..." you pecked his lips gently. "To watch Winter Soldier."

Jungkook eyed you with a narrow gaze. On the one hand, he was glad you were finally giving in to the Marvel education that he was trying to give you. 

And on the other, he desperately wanted to rip his own t-shirt off of you and take you right there and then.

But Jungkook was down far too bad to deny you anything, especially when you were sat in his lap, wearing his clothes, smelling of his shampoo, and kissing him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

He would give you anything you wanted.

So he simply nodded, squeezing your hips again. "Okay," he acquiesced. "But you have to go get the snacks."

You grinned, a triumphant look on your face. "Deal."

As you shot off of his lap and out the door to dig around the kitchen, Jungkook sat back against the headboard, sighing at the loss of your body warmth on top of him. It was entirely unlike him to stay in all day, to not work out, or want to get out and do something - and he knew you were the same. But right now all he could possibly think of doing was curling up with you. 

It was like being with you relaxed him some how. He no longer felt restless - not when he woke up with you in his arms. Instead of wanting to run until you were out of his system, he wanted to hold you close and feel your breaths against his chest. He wanted to paint you, to draw you, to doodle you as a superhero - a badass who saved a shy boy from his own insecurities, and stole his heart at the same time.

A week and a half, a tiny voice in the back of his head reminded him. You only have a week and a half left of this game you've been playing. Then it's back to reality.

But Jungkook had realised something, in the time you'd spent together since yesterday. He didn't want this to last for just another week and a half. He didn't want reality, unless you were part of it. 

And maybe these weeks had been a waste of time, as far as Yoora was concerned. Maybe he'd successfully tamed a brat - or maybe you'd tamed him instead - but either way, he didn't care any more. 

As far as he was concerned, the game was over.

And his heart was yours to take.

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