#wrote this drabble in its entirety bc i love them so much <33

[taegularities]

Rid I don’t know if I’m late ! But can I request a drabble where CMI JK gets jealous? Maybe some guy starts shamelessly flirting with her while they’re out somewhere?

Btw loved cmi6 it made me feel all the feelings and now I’m too excited and nervous cmi7 🥺🥺

fic: colour me in

pairing: jungkook x reader

warnings: nothing really; insecurities, jealousy, a healthy relationship, such a soft soft convo, taemin guest appearance, still totally not in love or whuteva

wc: around 910

a/n: you're not late at all! feel free to keep sending stuff. closing drabble requests, though, so spam me with question if you'd like 🥺 lemme know what you think! and ahhh, i'm so happy you liked cmi6... and gosh, i truly cannot wait for cmi7.. it'll be a ride and a half :') thank you, sweetheart 🤍 (unedited!)

ask my characters! (drabble requests closed) <3

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When Jungkook steps out of the bakery, snacks and beverages in his hands, he pauses for just a moment. It was easy to escape the cashier's conversation. Easy to soothe the worries she'd fallen into it.

What's not so easy is watching that stranger so close to you, sitting on the bench, laughing at whatever you're saying.

Jungkook isn't necessarily the jealous type – as long as the debate doesn't shift to damn perilla leaves or you don’t end up naked in someone else's bed, there's not all that much that will drive him up the wall.

But tonight is reserved for the two of you. Any other disturbance has no place here.

So he shakes his head, clicking his tongue, scoffs as he steps next to you slowly.

When you notice, your laughter pauses, and you look between the men before you enthusiastically introduce, "Ah, Kook! This is Taemin. Just found out he went to the same college as we did."

"Really?" Jungkook questions, squinting his eyes. "Never seen you there."

"I graduated years ago," Taemin says with a tender smile; sweet enough to melt angels' hearts.

"Ah. How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine. Why?"

"Just asking."

"Uhm, in any case," you say, getting on your feet. You don't think Taemin's anyhow harmful; but the animosity between them is palpable. Or at least from Jungkook's side. "This is my boyfriend Jungkook."

You laugh nervously, and then add, "Was nice to meet you. We'll be going then."

"It was nice talking to you, too," Taemin says softly, unbothered as hell; the opposite of Jungkook whose irritation swims to the forefront of his eyes.

Only when you've left his periphery and you've linked your arm with Jungkook, do you realise just how much the picture of Taemin and you annoyed him.

Stoic silence accompanies you for half a mile, no matter how many times you thank him for the food, or compliment the town, or crack a horrible joke.

And then, you break.

"Are you mad at me?"

He shakes his head. "No. I'm not mad at you."

"But you're mad."

"I... no, it's fine."

"But," you start, tapping his knuckles, "your fists are pretty firm. And your jaw is clenched."

"I'm fine, angel."

“I don’t care about Taemin, by the way.”

“Okay. He’s too old for you anyway,” he suddenly says.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

You argue, “You said you’re fine.” 

“Yeah. I’m honestly okay.”

"Or jealous." He grants you one ominous glance, and you widen your eyes, immediately defending, "I'm just saying. You don't have a reason to be jelly, though."

"Why's that?"

"Because," you start, halting your steps. You look into his eyes, and smile with a slightly tilted head. "I'm yours. I told you and... I meant it."

You're not sure where your courage is coming from. Day and night, you question his feelings, constantly wondering what he might be thinking of you. Or how often you occupy his mind at all.

That you're soothing his worries now, vowing your undying loyalty to him is a bigger step than you realise.

But it does the trick. The crease between his eyebrows relaxes. He blinks at you.

"It's not... you're not who I'm mad at," he admits, "that was true. I'm more pissed at myself for overthinking, you know? Now I know how you felt when we spoke about Nara... The ache in your eyes, I could see it."

You're taken aback – not quite expecting for him to mention that day. Or Nara. Or to feel anyhow similarly to how you hurt back then.

But you don't understand.

"But it was just a guy from college," you assure.

"That's not the problem, really... I just. Do you–" He licks his lips, chuckling about his own idiocy. "Do you ever talk to other men and think how easy life could be with them? Like Seokjin. Do you ever feel like it would've been easier with him?"

"What's it?"

"Just. Life. Love. Your future."

Crazy.

To hear him voice his worries like that.

He's right... it feels like the conversation weeks ago. Back then, you wondered whether a childhood friend like Nara could've been the easier choice. How you could compete against her.

"No," you tell him firmly, placing a hand under his ear, "do you? Like, ever regret being with me like that."

"No." His answer comes just as fast – but he still looks conflicted. "Never. But it scares me to see you laughing with someone else. Not because I doubt where your heart lies, but... 'cause I want to feel right for you."

Your heart pounds in your chest. He's never talked about whatever lingers between you so blatantly. It feels like a breakthrough moment.

"Is that why we're both here? You want to feel like you're right for me. Or... want to confirm that you're enough to make me happy."

"I..." He waits. Looks at you so softly, it hurts. "It's not just that. Tonight belongs to us. Tonight wasn't supposed to be about Taemin, or any other man I deem a better fit for you."

"It still belongs to us," you tell him, moving closer. "Taemin, or Nara... none of them matter, Jungkook."

He doesn't speak.

You look down to his hand, tangling your fingers.

Move your eyes back to him slowly, eyebrows raised in question. He opens his mouth, nervous and blinking. When he doesn’t speak, you ask, “Jungkook?”

“I need to tell you something.”

– and you know the rest... 💕