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Autograph

☆–> pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

☆–> overview: celebrity au

☆–> word count: 1,183

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Your alarm starts blaring, wrenching you out of a wonderful dream where you didn’t have to go to work. If only… Sighing, you roll out of bed, dragging your feet as you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Thankfully, there are only two more days until the weekend - but it’s always these last couple of days that take forever.

You have huge plans for the weekend too. As you walk to the bathroom, you think about what’s sitting in your kitchen freezer. You can’t wait to put on your favorite movie and have a little date with the pint of ice cream waiting for you. You lean on the counter and groan, envisioning the busy day you have ahead. All you can do at this point is hope it goes by fast.

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Breathless

☆–> pairing: Sirius Black x Reader x Remus Lupin

☆–> overview: requested

☆–> word count: 1,212

☆–> author’s note: i’ll do a part 2 if you guys want!

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It’s been the same old story almost every day lately. The boys sit around the fire, monopolizing the entire room with the conversation because of how loud they talk. It’s always the identical, rather stupid, discussion as well - how hard each of their lives is in comparison to the others in the group.

Though they all have fairly compelling arguments, you have to admit that Moony and Padfoot tend to get the most heated about the issue, with Remus citing his being a werewolf, and Sirius always bringing up his family. You don’t know how this issue came up in the first place, but frankly, it’s become kind of old - especially because you’re there to sit and listen to it. Every. Single. Day. It’s not like you have to, but with classes taking up almost the entire day, it’s almost the only time you can spend with your boyfriend, Sirius.

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Summer Romance

☆–> pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

☆–> overview: “we’ve known each other forever, but the sound of your laugh tonight made me realize I’m desperately in love with you”

☆–> word count: 1,439

☆–> author’s note: this is the start of a new series. hope you enjoy!

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You adjust your tank top with one hand and try to shield your eyes from the blazing sun with the other. Sweat is practically dripping down your forehead and, just to have something to do, you make a beeline towards the ice cooler at the edge of the backyard. Having a bonfire is a great summer plan, but the sun is definitely not setting fast enough. Just the thought of sitting around a fire is giving you a heat rash.

Though you came over to this area for no reason, you exclaim in delight when you spy single popsicle is sticking out of the ice in the cooler. You’re about to take it, practically drooling as you think about the icy flavor in your mouth, but another hand tries to grab it at the same time. “Oi!”

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Pickup Lines

☆–> pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

☆–> overview: “their pickup line wasn’t as good as any of mine, just saying”

☆–> word count: 2,188

☆–> authors note: it gets a tad smutty at the end :)

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This night truly couldn’t have come any sooner. You’ve been so bogged down with work recently, and you desperately need a night off with your friends. You sigh as you lean forward, inspecting your face in the mirror. Not bad. You grab your mascara wand one more time and give your eyelashes a final swipe before stepping out of your bathroom.

Standing in your closet, you take in your outfit choices. After wearing business professional clothes all week, you consider going all out - your gaze stops on a miniskirt, one that barely covers your ass. You’d definitely have to wear a thong in that. On the other hand, you did want to be comfortable…

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pancakes | jj

⇢ overview: “we had a one night stand a now a storm hit so we’re snowed in”

⇢ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

⇢ word count: 1,309

⇢ genre: fluff, sexual tension, one night stand au

You scrunch your eyes as the sunlight hits your face. It’s not as bright as it usually is in the mornings, you notice, and when you open your eyes you see why - the sky is covered in clouds, with snow falling from them continuously. It’s hard to even see out of the window due to the sheer amount of precipitation. Seems like the storm that was promised on the news last night had arrived. You stretch out and groan, enjoying the feeling throughout your sore limbs - until your feet hit a body.

Your eyes snap open and you stare at the person lying next to you. He seems to be asleep, and you run your eyes over his face, taking in his jet black hair and strong jawline. You can’t help but glance lower, where he’s seemingly kicked the covers off overnight. Your heartbeat picks up when you see his chiseled stomach, and memories of the past night come rushing back. The way he held himself over you, biting down your neck, marking you… You touch your neck, wincing as you touch some of the bruises. Your eyes drift even lower, widening as you take in his -

The mystery boy shifts in his sleep and stretches, much like you did minutes before. As his eyes flutter open, you hold your breath and wait for him to notice you. His reaction isn’t nearly as surprised as yours was. He simply gives you a lopsided smile and yawns. “Hey,” he says, and his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You can almost feel the way his mouth was at your ear last night, nibbling at your lobe and whispering things that made you moan -

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “You okay?” You nod mutely, still staring at him. “You weren’t this quiet last night,” he says, grinning wider. Your indignation finally pulls you out of your trance.

“You’re pretty self-assured, aren't you?” you snap and roll out of bed, eager to get further away from him.

“Wouldn’t you be?” He stands up, stretching some more, drawing your eyes back to his… well-endowed body.

You turn around, blushing slightly. You fixate your stare out the window, hoping that you can avoid any more unfortunate ogling. “Looks like you’re stuck here, anyway.” You gesture at the view - if you can even call it that when it’s completely obstructed by the falling snow.

You feel him join you at the window. “Looks like I am.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “This is the longest I’ve ever spent with a one-night stand.”

Before you can turn away, he surprises you by sticking his hand out. “Jeon Jungkook. What’s your name?”

You’re surprised by the formality of the gesture. “Y-Y/N.” You tentatively shake his hand, and the feeling of his skin on yours reminds you of the way he touched you last night - the way he skimmed his hand down the length of your body, leaving tingles in his wake. You shiver just remembering the feeling. You cough awkwardly and remove your hand from his, avoiding his gaze because the glint in his eyes says that he knows exactly what his touch did to you. This is why one-night stands are a thing, you think, as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Coffee?” you ask, trying to find a way to keep yourself busy. You hear him making himself comfortable at one of your barstools as he politely refuses. While bustling around and making yours, you can feel the awkwardness thickening in the growing silence, only broken by the trickle of the coffee filling your favorite cup.

“So…” he drums his fingertips on your counter. You grab your coffee and lean on the counter across from him, raising your eyebrows in question. “How was last night?”

You roll your eyes and scoff, which makes him laugh. “Seriously! Tell me what I did right, what I did wrong… if I did anything wrong at all.”

“We probably shouldn’t talk about that. You know, in the interest of keeping it not awkward.” You take a sip of your coffee and close your eyes in utter satisfaction. When you open them again, the man - Jungkook, you remember - is staring at you, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion. “What?”

“You expect it to not be awkward when you practically orgasm in front of me?”

You cough in indignation. “I did not -”

He cuts you off, raising a hand. “You did, but I’ll let it go.” He has the expression of a benevolent leader, which irritates you. You try to talk again and defend yourself, but he just speaks over you. “What do you do, anyway? This is a really nice apartment.”

“That’s a personal question.” You take another sip of your coffee and shake your head. “Why do you care?”

“Just trying to get to know you better. And, in case you need reminding…” he leans over the counter until his face is almost touching yours. “We got very personal last night.”

You gulp, staring into his eyes - only because you have nowhere else to look. You realize you’re holding your breath when he finally laughs and moves away. “What are we going to do to pass the time, anyway? This storm isn’t leaving any time soon.”

“I-I need to make breakfast,” you stammer, cursing yourself for letting him affect you so much. You clear your throat and speak again. “You can make yourself useful and help me.” You finally sound confident, even though you don’t feel that way at all.

He gives a long-suffering sigh, as if you asked him to perform extreme manual labor, and stands. “As long as we’re making pancakes.”

-

It’s been thirty minutes and not a single pancake has been made. Not even one. Lots of time has been wasted, and many ingredients are now unusable, but no food that you can actually consume has been produced. And you’re getting hangry.

“Jungkook!” You grab the measuring cup from him, making him snarl.

“What? I’m trying to measure the flour!”

“You’re doing it wrong!”

“How could I possibly measure flour wrong?”

“I don’t know, but you’d find a way.”

You start pouring the bag of flour into the measuring cup, only to have it snatched out from under you. This time, though, a cloud of flour erupts, covering your face. Raucous laughter erupts from Jungkook. “Dude!”

He can’t even respond because he’s laughing so hard. You groan and grab a towel, trying to clean your face.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry…” he takes another towel, still laughing, and tries to wipe some off your forehead.

“You’re clearly not sorry,” you grumble. You try to get away from him, but he grabs your arm to stop you and keeps wiping at your face. “I can do it myself!”

“Let me help you!” he pulls you closer and, as his laughter dies down, his touch becomes gentler. You finally notice his proximity and your breath hitches as you gaze up at him. His face pinches as he focuses on cleaning your face. “Done,” he says, making no move to back up. He makes eye contact with you and, you notice, his breathing seems to pick up.

At least I’m not the only one affected by this, you think as he glances at your lips. He leans closer, and you can’t help but gravitate towards him as well. His lips are millimeters away from yours and you find yourself hoping for a replay from the last night...

Suddenly, the measuring cup from the flour drops onto your foot with a thud. “Ow!” you shout, immediately shooting down to clutch at your foot. Jungkook starts laughing his ass off again, literally falling on the floor.

You grumble and flex your foot as the pain recedes. “Can we please make these damn pancakes?”

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Rules

☆–> pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

☆–> overview: “when we started this we agreed that we’d stop if we found someone else and now I’m freaking out because I think you have”

☆–> word count: 1,821

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you’re so fine | ksj

⇢ overview: when kim seokjin, a normally happy and upbeat customer, comes in looking broody and exhausted, you decide to write a pick up line on his coffee cup to brighten his day.

⇢ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

⇢ word count: 2,079

⇢ genre: fluff, coffee shop au, college au

⇢ author’s note: pfft...i worked at starbucks for a whole three weeks before quitting so i am definitely qualified to write a coffee shop au, right? :p anyway, hope you enjoy! xx sofia

“Hi, welcome to Busy Bean! What can we get started for you today?”

The man in front of you blinked once, trying to rid the bleariness away from his eyes. He had dark, tousled hair that fell over across his face in an effortless, yet elegant manner and startling brown eyes that pierced your own.

“I’ll have an Espresso Macchiato, please,” he said, pushing his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Maybe throw in two extra shots for good measure.”

You hummed, uncapping your Sharpie and scribbling his order on the paper cup. “One Espresso Macchiato with two extra shots. Got it. And can I get a name for that order?”

“Jin.”

“Perfect. Will that be all for you today?” you asked, waiting for him to nod in confirmation. “Okay, great. That’ll be $3.75.”

He shuffled in his place, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and handing you a five. “Keep the change.”

You beamed, placing the change in the tip jar next to you. “Thank you! Your order will be ready in a few minutes.”

As Jin wandered to the pick up counter with a mindless stare fixated at the bookshelf on the wall, you quickly took the next customer’s order. It was finals week, which meant every coffee shop on campus was packed everyday during all hours of the week. You just thanked the heavens the coffee shop you worked at wasn’t open for 24 exhausting hours.

“Hi, welcome to Busy Bean! What can we get started for you today?” you greeted once more in the same cheerful yet monotonous voice.

By the time you finished taking two more orders--all the while sneaking glances at Jin, who simply stared at one spot on the wall with slanted eyes--his order was ready.

“I got this one,” you told your coworker, ignoring her confused look as you grabbed a Sharpie and scribbled something on the sleeve of his now completed drink.

Satisfied, you capped your pen and twirled it around your fingers.

“Espresso Macchiato with two extra shots for Jin,” you called before you could rethink your actions and lose your nerve.

Glancing up from the blank wall, he came to collect his drink. From your spot behind the counter, you saw his eyebrows furrow at the sight of the black writing on his cup.

If you were coffee grounds, you’d be espresso because you’re so fine. ;)

With a mixture of surprise and amusement, Jin’s head shot up in the direction of the cash register, making eye contact with you on his way out of the cafe. Flushing slightly, you sent him a cheeky grin, waving goodbye before you turned your attention back to the customer at hand.

You heard a small laugh coming from Jin as he exited the store, and you couldn’t help but think how much you wanted to hear it again.

- - - - -

It was the following day when you woke up to a 5 a.m. alarm for the dreaded opening shift.

Shaking the water off your bright yellow umbrella, you open the door to the cafe to be greeted by a shift lead. Today was Wednesday, one of your least favorite days of the week since you were scheduled for mornings at the Busy Bean. It was particularly hectic during finals when you were barely getting enough sleep as is.

“Good morning, Namjoon,” you greeted your lead, trying to sound more awake and enthusiastic than you really were.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said, stifling a tired yawn as he refilled the espresso beans. “I’m almost finished setting up so I just need you to glaze the chocolate croissants and we’ll be ready to open.”

“Will do.”

Humming, you headed toward the kitchen in the back and pulled out the warmed croissants from the oven. By the time you finished adding glaze and chocolate drizzle to the pastries, there was still a little less than an hour before opening.

You headed to the front counter of the store, gratefully accepting the cup of hot chocolate he offered when you saw a frantic figure through the glass window fogged up by the rain.

“Oh, damn it,” you heard through the door as the man tried to enter only to find out the store was not yet open.

Peering closer, you let out a quiet ‘oh’ is shock. “Jin?”

Though you knew he couldn’t hear your silent whisper, Jin eventually looked up, making eye contact with you as he flicked his wet hair out of his face to reveal his sheepish expression.

“Is that someone outside the door?” Namjoon questioned from behind you, taking a sip of his third coffee of the morning. When he drew closer, he realized there was a man standing outside in the pouring rain and frowned. “He does realize we’re not open yet, right?”

“Namjoon!” you said in a chastising tone, holding your hand out for the keys. “We can’t just leave a customer outside with the weather like this.”

“But I just mopped the floors,” he mumbled before grudgingly handing you the ring of keys from his wrist. When you took it from him, he sighed and walked back to the staff room, calling out, “Just make sure you clean up any mess before we open.”

“Yes, sir.”

In a hurry, you fumbled with the keys in your one hand and the cup of cocoa in the other before finally unlocking the door. As Jin stepped inside, you saw small droplets of water drip from his hair onto his already damp clothes.

You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a giggle at his dazed blinks. “Well, someone didn’t check the weather forecast this morning.”

“I’m afraid not,” he chuckled, the corner of his mouth tilting upward before rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry for getting the floor wet.”

“It’s not a problem. I’ll just dry it before we open,” you said, shrugging him off as you lead him to a booth. You sat opposite him as he took his puffy jacket off and placed it on the seat. “So, what brings you here so early?”

“A certain barista left the best pick up line on my coffee cup and I had to come back as soon as possible for the chance to see the love of my life again.”

“Funny.” Your cheeks heated and you were suddenly thankful for the dimly lit boothing area. “And the real reason?”

Jin clutched his chest in mock offense. “You don’t believe my confession of love?”

You gave him your best unamused look as you took a sip from your hot chocolate, trying to ignore the butterflies you were feeling inside.

“Fine, fine.” He held his hands up in defeat. “I have a physics final at eight and I just wanted to get to campus early. But I’ll admit seeing you is quite the nice surprise.”

“It’s nice seeing you, too. Even though you came in before opening and got the floors all wet,” you teased with a dimpled grin. “But an eight a.m. final sounds horrible. Is that why you looked so tired yesterday?”

He nodded. “I had two finals that day. Cramming the night before is never a good idea yet I can’t seem to do otherwise.”

“The lifecycle of a student.”

“Amen.”

Taking a slow sip from your drink, you felt warmth course through you as you noticed the slightly damp state Jin was still in. Your eyes widened and you placed the cup down in an instant.

“How rude of me!” you chided yourself, wiping the remnants of the drink off your face with the back of your hand as you got ready to stand up. “You’re probably starving.”

“I’m not, don’t worry about--”

“Nonsense.” You waved him off, clearing your throat and raising your voice so Namjoon would surely hear you. “I’m certain my lovely shift manager wants me to make something nice and warm for a loyal customer who was standing out in the rain.”

You waited for his response. One beat passed. Two…

Namjoon sighed in defeat. “As long as you clean up before opening-- I didn’t see a thing.”

You grinned. “Perfect!”

Before Jin even had to chance to open his mouth in reply, you shot up from your chair and sauntered behind the counter, making him an Espresso Macchiato with an extra shot and quickly grabbing a chocolate croissant from the hot oven. In record time, you paced back over to Jin with the drink and food in hand.

Glancing at you in surprise, he checked the digital clock on his phone.

“That took you less than five minutes,” he said, thoroughly impressed. “Those were some serious barista skills at work.”

You gave him a half-curtsey before you placed the cup and croissant in front of him. “Thank you, thank you. I try.”

Wrapping a hand around the base of his mug, Jin expressed his gratitude and pulled a wallet out of his pocket. “How much do I owe?”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it-- It’s on the house.” Before he could argue with you, you continued, “Besides, you can always pay me back in other ways.”

He blinked, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

You stared at each other in a confused silence before you realized the implications of your statement.

“Not like that,” you rushed, almost stumbling over your own words as you quickly averted your gaze. “I meant ‘pay me back’ with your company, or something. Not...sexually or anything of that sort.”

“Of course. I never would’ve thought of it as sexual,” said Jin, straight-faced. “But if you were referring to it as such, I couldn’t say I would mind.”

Your cheeks heated up and you mumbled, “Just eat your croissant.”

He laughed, holding a hand up in surrender as he took a sip of his coffee. “Sorry-- Am I coming on too strong? I guess I just thought since you wrote a pick up line on my coffee cup yesterday, you would be interested in someone who’s a little more forward.”

“Oh.” Your flush grew even deeper. “Well… I guess I--”

Before you could finish your reply, you heard a groan of frustration from the nearby staff room.

“For fuck’s sake-- Can one of you just ask the other out already?” Both of your heads whipped over to Namjoon, who was sitting on the couch with a coffee in hand, listening in on the conversation. With a shake of his head he muttered, “Kids these days with their tip-toeing and pining.”

“We’re the same age, Namjoon,” you hissed, hiding your embarrassment behind your sleeve. You suddenly regretting voting Kim Namjoon for employee of the month. “And Jin and I were not about to ask each other out!”

“We weren’t?” said Jin.

If it were possible for your face to burst into flames, it would’ve. “No?”

“That’s too bad,” he continued. “Because I was sure I felt something brewing between us.”

You blinked. Did he just--?

“It’d be a shame to miss my once in a lifetime chance with a hot-tea.”

You quirked your head to the side.

“I’ll be thinking about you a latte--”

“This is getting embarrassing,” muttered Namjoon, visibly facepalming at Jin’s unapologetic pick up lines. “Y/N, please. Maybe he’ll stop if you say you’ll go out with him.”

Burying your face in your hands, you stifled a groan before you heard the same twinkling laughter you couldn’t get enough of. You chanced a peek up and you saw Jin looking at you with a wide smile, his nose scrunching up as he beamed.

He really was cute, you thought. And you couldn’t help but enjoy his terrible pick up lines. They were almost as bad as yours.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you jotted your number down on a pastry bag and slid it in towards him. “You should head to your final now. But when it’s over, you maybe we can give this dating thing a chai.”

Jin burst out into another fit of giggles and Namjoon exhaled in disappointment.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” said Jin, tracing the pen marks of your number on the pastry bag with a grin. “I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.”

“Me too, Jin.”

And as you gave him a brief hug goodbye, you smiled to yourself. Who knew that one terrible pick up line would lead to all this?

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Just Pretend

☆–> pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

☆–> overview: “I swear, when I made up my fake relationship, I did not know someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name and that my family + friends would find you”

☆–> word count: 2,903

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You fight the urge to roll your eyes as the drone of your mother’s speech washes over you. You love her, you really do, but recently she’s been incessantly asking you about a boyfriend - more specifically, why you don’t have one. She doesn’t seem to understand that fact that a boyfriend just isn’t very high on your list of priorities at the moment. You’re much more focused on getting into a good college.

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movie night | jj

⇢ overview: "listen, I’m not jealous or anything, but, like, come on,  movie night is just for me and you...”

⇢ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

⇢ word count: 1,078

⇢ genre: fluff, roommate au, best friends au

⇢ author’s note: enjoyyyy <3 rosh

The rain just wouldn’t stop outside your apartment. You suppose you should’ve checked the weather before making plans, but who actually does that regularly? Shaking your head, you sink into your couch and stare out the drenched window. At least you’d have a quiet night at home now -

“Y/N!” Your door bangs open, making you jump.

“Jimin! What do you want?” You ask with a huff. Why on earth did I give them keys to my apartment? The two boys across the hall were your best friends, but they had a tendency to get on your last nerve at times. One more than the other. Recently, though, thinking about him was making you feel a bit… different. You can’t exactly put your finger on it, but it’s become hard to even look at him without blushing.

Shaking your head and clearing it of the intrusive thoughts, you try to focus on the smiling boy in front of you. “What?”

“Do I have to want something to come say hi to my best friend?”

You scoff, leveling a glare at him. Your look must be pretty convincing because he rolls his eyes and raises his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, fine, I wanted ice cream. Jungkook and I are all out.”

Now that he mentions it... ice cream sounds perfect. You walk over to your freezer and grab your favorite flavor and two spoons, then plop it on the counter with a grin. “I bet I’ll get brain freeze first.”

“Oh, you’re so on.”

Eventually, the ice cream carton is empty and you both have migrated to the couch. Some cheesy horror flick is playing and, you have to admit, the mood is exactly right. Every time a loud peal of thunder rolls across the sky outside your bleary window, you jump a little - and every time you jump a little, Jimin laughs at you. “Come on, Y/N, it’s not that scary.”

“I’m not scared! The sugar in the ice cream just made me jumpy,” you snap, snuggling deeper into the mound of blankets you made yourself. “This movie is so cheesy, anyway. I bet you couldn’t handle a real horror movie.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, glancing at you through narrowed eyes. “Is that a challenge?”

You just shrug, deciding to play it coy. Truth be told, you weren’t sure you could handle a scarier movie. Still, though, you can’t back down now…

30 minutes later, you’re severely regretting your life choices. You shriek as someone on the screen bangs on the door loudly, barely peeking your head over the mound of blankets to see the scene play out. Jimin just sits there laughing at you like he usually does, until -

BANG

You shriek again and whip your head around so fast it hurts to stare at the door. “What was that?”

Two more loud knocks echo around the room and you clutch at Jimin who, to his credit, does his best to not look scared. He inches around you and picks up lamp sitting on a side table, holding it with one hand while his other arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. The two of you stay in this position as you hear something scraping against the door… slowly… surely… the door creaks open, and there stands…

“Jungkook?” You and Jimin breathe sighs of relief and collapse on the couch. You land in Jimin’s lap but can’t even be bothered to move. “God, what a relief.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, suspicious eyes shifting between the two of you. He jumps back as a character from the screen screams, which makes you and Jimin laugh. “Were you guys watching a movie… without me?” He narrows his eyes again at the position you’re in. “Did I interrupt something?”

Jimin clears his throat and pushes you off of him slightly, straightening up on the couch. “No, it’s nothing like that. I came over for ice cream, and -”

“He was just keeping me company, Jungkook. Nothing more.” You can’t pinpoint why you feel the need to make him understand this, but you really do. You need him to know that nothing is going on between you and Jimin.

You make eye contact with Jungkook and start to repeat your sentence, but your words get stuck in your throat. You can’t look away from him, you can’t speak, you can’t move - and true to form, you start to feel your face heating up under his intense gaze. Jimin clears his throat and, out of the corner of your eye, you see him creep out of your apartment and quietly shut the door.

Jungkook clears his throat, finally averting his gaze. “So… you and Jimin had a little movie night, huh?”

You narrow your eyes at him, angry at yourself for blushing around him all the damn time and angry at him for being so sarcastic. “What’s your problem?”

He glances at you, then averts his gaze and stares at the TV instead. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look…” He pauses and rakes a hand through his messy hair, letting it flop back down against his forehead with a sigh. “I’m not jealous, but, come on, movie night is just for me and you.”

Why do those words have such a profound effect on you? Suddenly, you feel like you’re floating. “W-what?”

“Y/N… movie night is our thing. I thought that you only watched scary movies with me. I thought you only…” he swallows, then continues. “I thought you only cuddled with me.”

You can’t seem to find words for a long moment. So much time passes that Jungkook clearly grows worried. “Listen, forget I said anything. I was just confused, and -”

“You’re right.”

He stops mid-sentence, then slowly turns to look at you. You almost laugh at the surprise coloring his handsome features. “What?”

Using all the courage you can muster, you draw yourself up and look him square in the eye. “You’re right. Movie night is only for us. And luckily, the movie’s not over yet.” You plop back down on the couch and wrap yourself in one end of the blanket, leaving the other end open, and shyly look up at Jungkook. “Let’s finish it together.”

His smile slowly spreads over his face as he lowers himself onto the couch next to you. He lifts one arm and places it gently over your shoulders and squeezes slightly before turning the movie back on. You can’t help but grin. The movie doesn’t seem so scary anymore.