#probably gonna have to actually got to school tomorrow and then BAM!!! exams the next three days..

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I'm so eepyyyy... might go to bed soon..

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The Dance

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, featuring Jimin and NCT’s Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Yuta

Genre: High School! AU, Fluff

Rating: Mature (just for... stronger swearing)

Warning: Use of swear words

A/N: HELLO I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD (Only temporarily, college is beating my ass like no tomorrow TT) Anyway! This is for the absolutely wonderful, AMAZING, perfect little bby @ultmay who sent in MY FIRST EVER REQUEST. I hope I did your request justice love, I really appreciate and love you and I hope you appreciate and love this little one shot in return. This is also my first attempt at fluff y’all, don’t attack me if you didn’t get cavities from the lack of sweetness I’m tRYIng.

You can find the request here.

Do YOU have a request? Pleaseeeee just send an ask! I’ll gladly rise from the dead again to cater to your desires (hopefully I can do them justice)

Enjoy~~~ 

Summary: Once news of a school dance breaks out, Jungkook sees this as an opportunity to ask his best friend and childhood crush, Y/n to the dance and confess his feelings.

It started with that stupid dance. As soon as his teacher had made the announcement of a school dance, an idea taken from western schools to promote interaction within the student body, Jungkook perked up. This was his chance to finally confess to Y/n. It was the final stretch of the school year and he almost couldn’t believe his first year of high school was almost over. The school dance was mainly meant for third-year students as it would do good for them to let loose with the people they suffered the last three years with and celebrate the end of exam season, but the school deemed it unfair to exclude the younger students.

Jungkook’s head turned the instant he noticed Jaehyun turning toward him. He felt something within him snap when the familiar dimple made its way onto his pale cheek as his eyebrows danced above his mischievous eyes. He made a motion to throw his eraser at Jaehyun’s face, feeling a sadistic sense of satisfaction when Jaehyun flinched slightly. If Jaehyun thought that was the end of it, he was sadly mistaken because the second their homeroom teacher dismissed them for the day, Jaehyun’s head was met with a smack that had some poor kid in the front of the room flinching from the resulting thwack.

“SON OF A-“ Jaehyun said loudly, stopping just before he could say something he would regret since the teacher had yet to fully make his exit from the buzzing classroom. Girls were whispering gleefully, some boys wore looks of hopelessness, others nervousness. “That hurt you bitch.” Jaehyun hissed, wincing as he rubbed the throbbing portion of his head.

“You deserved it you bastard.” Jungkook responded coolly, popping a small rice cracker into his mouth. A post-school snack was a must, he needed to reward himself for making it through the day.

“You are gonna ask Y/n to the dance right?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes deceivingly innocent.

Jungkook shrugged, “Gotta see if she wants to go with anyone first.”

“What are you even talking about, you idiot.” Jaehyun snatched a cracker from the small package in Jungkook’s hand, ignoring the glare pointed at him. “Of course she would want to go with you. You’re both like head over heels for each other.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Not this shit again.”

“It’s true, and really think about how you’re gonna ask her, because she’s one of the pretty ones in this school, and someone’s gonna snatch her up if you aren’t fast enough.” Jaehyun waved his hand in farewell as he left the classroom.

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Jungkook walked quietly, mulling over Jaehyun’s words for the past few weeks. The dance was just two days away, and he knew if he didn’t ask Y/n today, he would be pulling a dick move if he asked her tomorrow. Putting a girl under the pressure of finding a dress and coordinating colors and all that other stuff – you might as well tell her to jump off a bridge or something.

In his backpack was a small tulip he had picked up on the walk to school. The looks he received from the florist were absolutely humiliating. He could barely look the woman in the eye without seeing her erupt in little giggles. He probably thought he was going to ask some girl out or something – she wasn’t exactly wrong, but not exactly spot on either.

“What’s got your heads up in the clouds Kook?” A familiar voice filled his ears.

Jungkook’s eyes lifted, meeting Jimin’s curious eyes. “Jimin-ssi.” Jungkook said habitually.

“AISH It’s hyung you little shit.” Jimin scolded, giving Jungkook’s head a quick smack. Jungkook knew Jimin didn’t really mind the nickname, after all it stuck after the second year of their friendship. Jimin easily slung an arm over Jungkook’s shoulders, adjusting his pace to meet Jungkook’s. “So, are you gonna ask Y/n to the dance today?” Jimin asked loudly.

Jungkook quickly shoved his hands over Jimin’s mouth, looking around as if Jimin confessed his greatest sin for everyone to hear. “Will you shut up?”

“So are you gonna ask her?” Jimin asked again after Jungkook hesitantly uncovered Jimin’s plush lips. Jungkook shuffled awkwardly, hiding behind his fringe. “Daebak. You are! Oh Jungkook.” Jimin wrapped his arm against Jungkook’s neck, putting in some sort of headlock. “THAT’S MY BOY.” Jimin praised him, dragging him down the sidewalk.

“Agh, hyung you’re choking me.” Jungkook said, feeling the sweet oxygen leave his lungs.

“Oops, sorry. I’m just a bit excited.” Jimin

“Well, don’t be. She might say no.” Jungkook grumbled. Hopefully the rose was still intact in his backpack.

“What do you mean she could say no? She’s practically in love with you.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Well, she wants Yuta to ask her to the dance.” Jungkook said, falling into step with Jimin.

“It’ll be fine okay, you’re gonna ask her, she’s gonna say yes, and then next thing you know BAM. You’re married.” Jimin said, grinning towards Jungkook just as they walked through the gates of the school.

The sight of a familiar figure ahead made the pair freeze at the gate. In the middle of the courtyard stood Y/n’s small figure, her face shell-shocked as Yuta held a scarily large bouquet of red roses in front of her. Behind him stood his friends holding a banner with some corny way to ask Y/n to the dance, but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to read it.

Jimin looked at Jungkook hesitantly, physically wincing when he was met with the dictionary definition of utter heartbreak. “I’m sorry man.”

Silently, Jungkook reached into his backpack to pull out the tulip, dropping it on the floor in disappointment, “Don’t be, she got what she wanted in the end.” Jungkook pushed past the crowd that formed around Y/n and Yuta, bitterly making his way into the building.

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Jungkook panted as he hopped the fence dividing his property and Y/n’s. His jaw clenched just thinking about that stupid dance.

Jungkook was confused when he saw Momo on Yuta’s arm instead of Y/n. All eyes were on the pair, and they couldn’t get enough of the attention. Whispers of “Where’s Y/n” were shared among every group. When Yuta and Momo finally met up with the rest of his little posse, they made a huge spectacle. The boys cheered and Yuta basked in their antics. Jungkook had the displeasure of standing right beside the group, having to watch their stupid little handshakes and bro hugs.

Yuta turned to Taeyong, who was silently watching from his place against the wall. “I did it, now cough up the cash.”

Taeyong sighed, “She’s just a first year Yuta. It wouldn’t have killed you to do something nice for once. You knew how much she liked you.”

Yuta waved off his remark “Yeah yeah, save your little speech for someone that actually cares I-“

All Jungkook saw was red. How dare he. Y/n was bouncing off the walls when Yuta asked her to the dance. She was practically glowing, and constantly fussing over how she should do her hair, her makeup. Hell she was even worried the beautiful dress she was planning to wear was too childish. Jungkook couldn’t help himself, and his rage took over him for a short moment. The next thing he knew, Yuta was on the floor, rubbing his jaw as some teacher yanked him by the collar and quite literally threw him out of the dance.

All Jungkook could think about was Y/n, and how heartbroken she must be, waiting for Yuta, who would never be ringing that doorbell to take her to the dance.

Hesitantly, Jungkook sat beside Y/n, who was curled into herself. The only signs of her heartbreak was her quivering shoulders and the little sniffle. Out of habit, his arm moved to come around her, but he dropped it on the grass behind her after thinking better of it. Jungkook only found it in him to wrap her in a one-armed hug when she delicately placed her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of her tears seep into his suit.

“He never came.” Y/n croaked, her throat dry from the tears that she worked so hard to fight back fifteen minutes before the dance would officially be starting.

Jungkook sighed, opting not to say anything. Instead, he rubbed small circles onto her bare shoulder and nuzzled his cheek into the side of her head. He wasn’t a very physical person, but he would be stupid to think Y/n didn’t need a hug right then.

After a while, Jungkook got tired of wallowing in Y/n’s sadness. This wasn’t Y/n, and he wanted the girl that protected his glorious mountain in the sandbox in elementary school back.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jungkook said, pulling Y/n up with him. He rolled his eyes when Y/n whined in protest and pouted down at him. That’s right, Jungkook had yet to hit his growth spurt and Y/n had quite a few centimeters on him right now. “What the point in crying over some senior that never talked to you anyway. I was afraid he was up to no good when he suddenly asked you to that dance anyway.” Jungkook grumbled, scrolling through his phone. Once he found what he was looking for, he walked to the large tree in the yard, switching on the fairy lights Y/n and Jungkook used to decorate the ancient tree when they were little.

“Way to rub it into my face that I’ve been stupid all this time Kook,” Y/n laughed wryly to herself as she tried to subtly tried to wipe her tears away. Now that the darkness was gone, her puffy eyes were evident.

Jungkook glared softly at her. He grabbed her hands and yanked her closer to him, practically making her fall into him. Then, he placed her hands on his shoulders, and he placed his hands on her waist. He tapped the screen on his phone and started forcing Y/n to sway with him as the first notes of a Y/n’s favorite song filled the air.

“Jungkook?” Y/n asked, swaying awkwardly to the forceful movements Jungkook called “slow dancing”.

“What?” Jungkook snapped. He couldn’t let Y/n know that he had no idea how to dance. She would never let him hear the end of it.

“What are we doing?” Y/n asked, knowing that Jungkook was flustered. She appreciated the efforts he was going to cheer him up. She knew he never danced a single step in his life, and here he was, trying to lead her in a slow dance.

“I figured, I’d just bring that stupid dance here. You’re all dressed up and everything and I don’t wanna hear you whining later that you didn’t get to put it to any use.” Jungkook mumbled, avoiding Y/n’s eyes.

Y/n let out a little giggle “Thank you Jungkookie. I probably look like a mess right now.”

Jungkook took in Y/n’s state. Mascara ran down in faint black streaks down her cheeks, the curls in her hair had fallen limp to match her downcast demeanor. She refused to meet his gaze but her large eyes were glossy from the tears and puffy from the crying that had occurred before he arrived. Lip gloss on her soft, pouty was almost completely wiped away. He couldn’t help but whisper under his breath, “You look perfect”.

Y/n met his eyes in shock. Quickly, she took in his features as if she were looking at him for the first time. His cheeks still had a little baby fat, but nonetheless still looked relatively slim and extremely soft. His doe eyes reflected the all the lights in the yard, looking like little stars in a galaxy solely made of all that is her childhood crush Jungkook. Her reflection was easy to see in the dark depths of his eyes. “You’re lying.”

Jungkook shook his head in a rapid fashion. “Well.. damn I didn’t think it would go like this,” He muttered, but Y/n heard it clearly. Her heart started to skip a beat, all she could feel in her ears is the pounding of her heart. “Y/n, I like you… a lot. I think I’ve liked you ever since you punched Jaehyun when he was stepping on my mountain in the sandbox in elementary school. And I was going to ask you to the dance so that I could tell you all of this now, but Yuta beat me to it. Before I was blaming Yuta for asking you first, but there’s only me to blame. Jaehyun told me to ask you the day the very day this dance was going to happen was announced, but I was scared. I was scared you were gonna say no because I knew you wanted to be asked by Yuta even if he’s never even looked at you at school before. I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I like when your nose scrunches a bit when you laugh and when you hum quietly along to the radio in the car because you don’t think anyone hears you, but I just really like you. You are so strong and brave. You’re always standing up for those that are being bullied and you’re not afraid to do what you think is right. You make me want to be a better person, so that I could be someone that can proudly stand by your side and support you when you’re too busy supporting someone else.” To say his confession shocked Y/n into silence was an understatement. She simply started at him, mouth gaping – the slow dance long forgotten. Jungkook ruffled his hair, fixing it to hide his eyes behind his bangs, “But- um- yeah. SO I like you a lot and you really don’t have to say anything but I mean it wouldn’t hurt to get an answer? YOU could take-“Jungkook started to ramble out of nervousness, his cheeks started to flush and sweat was starting to drip down his face.

Y/n couldn’t help herself, and she was afraid Jungkook would talk himself to death, eager to hear her answer yet not hear it at the same time. So, she opted for the fastest, but most effective way to shut him up – kissing him. She went in full force and smashed her lips – and the rest of her face- against his.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, and quickly pulled away. “Son of a bitch – OW”. He clenched his mouth in pain. Y/n wasn’t sufficing any better, she clutched her own mouth in pain. Too much force went into that kiss, and she was pretty sure she bit the hell out of Jungkook’s bottom lip all while smashing her teeth against his. When they met eyes, laughter came over them as if they were possessed.

“You’re a terrible kisser.”

“Well, you’re a shitty dancer. Not all of us can get what we want.”

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Jungkook fidgeted nervously. Jimin sighed for the nth time, nudging him harshly in the gut with his elbow. “Will you stop that, you’re starting to make me nervous and we’re not even here for me.”

“Shut up Jimin-ssi­.” Jungkook retorted, the casual tone coming out smoother than silk.

“Aish this kid,” Jimin muttered to himself, but they both knew Jungkook heard him loud and clear. “You shouldn’t even be so nervous. If she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life with someone as sad as you she would’ve said no ages ago.”

“Whatever hyung.” Jungkook said, shifting the weight on his feet and putting his hands into his pockets for the fiftieth time.

Jimin was just about ready to smack his best friend to next year at this point. Just as Jimin was really going to smack Jungkook when he shifted anxiously on his feet again, the notes of a very familiar tune echoed throughout the venue. Jungkook and Y/n had decided to spice things up for their wedding, Y/n picked the song that would play for the processional, Jungkook got to pick the song for their first dance. Turns out Y/n had chosen one of Jungkook’s favorite songs. Soon, the double doors opened, letting the line of couples walk down the aisle. Before he knew it, the entire wedding party had completed their entrances. Now, they just had to wait for Y/n.

The brief ten second wait was agonizing for Jungkook. He was just itching to see Y/n, seeing as he had missed her immensely since they separated last night. Jungkook’s breath was stolen when his doe eyes met with Y/n’s glossy ones. She was absolutely stunning. Her dress carefully molded to her beautiful body, her lengthy hair was swept up into an intricate updo, with a few strands curling gently to frame her petite face. Her lips were painted a with a nude color, her eyes were outlined flawlessly with eyeliner. The hollows of her cheeks were prominent and there was a soft blush placed on the apple of said cheeks. Although her face was made up quite beautifully, it had nothing on the large smile that spread on her face the instant her eyes met Jungkook’s. Her eyes lit up with love and adoration for the man at the end of the aisle, and the everyone in the venue had to be blind to miss the love they shared. She was glowing, and Jungkook wouldn’t even dream of looking away from the view before him.

The ceremony was a blur, and it wasn’t until they needed to say their vows that Jungkook started to focus again. Jungkook squeezed Y/n’s smaller hands, even going as far as to caress her soft skin. He looked deeply into her eyes, replaying all his memories with her: the day he met her when she hid behind her mother’s skirt with only her eyes peeking out, that awkward phase of puberty where they had stopped talking, to the fated day that sealed their relationship: the school dance in high school. Jungkook had memorized his vows to a tee, but there was an inkling to just… wing it. Jungkook, opened his mouth, the words caught in his throat.

“It started with that stupid dance.”