v-eee

[v-eee]

JUNGKOOK GCF in Budapest

[v-eee]

── Love Contest (jungkook x you)

Your university’s Art & Music Club loves to conduct contests and games every month. You were never interested in joining any of them—until they announced a contest called LOVE LEVEL💖.

LOVE LEVEL💖: The contest revolves around winning the heart of the famous Music Department student, none other than Jeon Jungkook, within one month.

When you went to register, the line looked like the scene outside a concert venue. Tons of female students (and a handful of guys too) were buzzing with excitement.

You even overheard a few of them sharing strategies to win Jungkook's heart: dinner dates, theme park outings, and homemade cookies (someone mentioned he loves cookies).

But you? You weren’t interested in Jungkook’s heart. At all.

You were interested in the prizes. A ticket to DisneySea in Japan and a brand-new foldable electric scooter—the exact one you’d been eyeing online for months. That was motivation enough. Right?

While others were baking cookies, planning unforgettable dates, and orchestrating 'accidental' run-ins, you took a different approach.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you slipped a small, neatly folded paper into Jungkook’s locker. No name, just your contestant number—19—and a simple, often cringey, pick-up line. . . .

Jungkook chuckled as he noticed that familiar pink folded paper in his locker. Since the contest started last week, one contestant had been diligently sneaking folded pink papers with pick-up lines into his locker.

At first, he thought it was a lazy and half-hearted attempt to win his heart. But after a few days, he realized those pick-up lines made his days more amusing, often bringing a laugh when he needed it most.

♥ Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.

Jungkook chuckled when he opened it. Every time he saw a photo of the Eiffel Tower in a magazine, it would remind him of this pick-up line.

♥ Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Okay, not the most original, but it still cracked him up. Mostly because—newsflash—contestant 19 never even showed their face. So how was she or maybe he, getting lost in his eyes?

♥ Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you.

This one made him laugh out loud in the middle of the hallway. People stared. He didn’t care. At this point, Jungkook was 90% sure he was being pranked by someone with way too much free time. Or... maybe he was getting wooed by the laziest romantic on campus.

♥ Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you.

This one made him laugh out loud in the middle of the hallway. People stared. He didn’t care. At this point, Jungkook was 90% sure he was being pranked by someone with way too much free time. Or... maybe he was getting wooed by the laziest romantic on campus.

Final week. Contestants were in full-blown desperation mode—fine dining, hand-knitted scarves, expensive chocolate and bribery (yes, actual bribery). But Jungkook was unimpressed. Instead, he got a headache.

But when he read those stupid pick-up lines, he smiled again.

On the last day, Jungkook sighed as he opened his locker. There it was...the final pink folded paper.

Honestly… I don’t want your heart. I just want that scooter 🛴✨.

Underneath, there was a tiny drawing of a scooter with sparkles around it.

Jungkook laughed so hard that people in the hallway asked if he was okay.

. . .

A week later, the winner was announced on the Art & Music Club bulletin board.

19.

You stared at the board like it had personally insulted you.

"I won? Wait. I WON. I ACTUALLY WON???"

In your head, you were doing cartwheels. Outwardly, you power-walked to the Art & Music room to claim your prizes like you owned the place.

Nobody cared, though—no one even knew you were contestant 19. Well, except for the two seniors running the contest.

Fast forward to a week later. Jungkook was strolling toward the café his brother wouldn’t shut up about. His steps slow down when something caught his eye.

That scooter.

Same model, same pink tires, same obnoxious blue handlebars. It had to be the one from the club’s briefing.

And next to it? There you were.

Sitting cross-legged, scribbling notes in a notebook while scrolling through your phone.

He didn’t approach you. Instead, he got his drink and picked a table nearby. Close enough to see your side profile but not close enough to look like a creep.

You were in your own world, blissfully unaware of everything around you. Jungkook found it oddly... charming.

The person who won the contest with no cookies, no dates, no eye contact—just bad pick-up lines.

And somehow... that made you unforgettable.

[v-eee]

── black dress (jungkook x you)

scenario: you like to test your boss

You knew this dress was dangerous the moment you put it on. But that was the fun part.

The second you stepped into the office, you could feel the shift in the air. Curious glances, whispered compliments, even a few lingering stares from your colleagues.

But the only reaction you cared about was Jungkook.

Your oh-so-serious boss. The same man who also happened to be your secret boyfriend of one year. And right now? He looked like he was about five seconds away from losing his mind.

He had told you before — "Don't wear that to the office. The dress makes you look too sexy. I don’t like other men looking at you like that."

So, of course, you wore it.

From the moment he saw you that morning, Jungkook had been restless. His eyes kept flickering to you, his usual cool and composed demeanor cracking at the edges. He clenched his jaw, drummed his fingers on the table, even ended a meeting ten minutes early—something unheard from CEO Jungkook's dictionary.

Your phone buzzed.

Jeon: Come to my office. Now.

A smirk played on your lips as you got up and made your way to his office, taking your time just to test his patience.

The second you stepped inside, the door clicked shut, and before you could say a word—

Jungkook pulled you in, locking the door behind you as his lips crashed onto yours.

The kiss was deep, urgent, full of the frustration he’d been holding back all morning. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him as he groaned into your mouth.

"You really like testing me, don’t you?" he muttered against your lips.

You grinned. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before his hands started sliding up your dress, fingertips grazing your skin. His lips trailed down to your neck, then your collarbone. His fingers found the zipper at your back, slowly pulling it down—

Knock, knock, knock.

You both froze.

"Sir?" A voice called from outside. "The marketing team is waiting for you in the conference room."

Jungkook’s forehead dropped onto your shoulder as he exhaled sharply through his nose. "You have got to be kidding me."

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh. "It's your fault for summoning me here."

His hands were still gripping your waist, his body pressed against yours. "You are the most stubborn woman I have ever met," he muttered, voice laced with frustration.

Another knock. "Sir?"

Jungkook sighed deeply before calling out, "Tell them I'll be there in five minutes!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Five minutes?"

He smirked, hands squeezing your thighs as he leaned in. "I only need two."

You smacked his arm, laughing as you pushed him back. "Go to your meeting, boss."

Jungkook groaned, running a hand through his hair before reluctantly stepping away. As you adjusted your dress, he watched you with dark, hooded eyes.

"This conversation isn't over," he murmured.

You shot him a playful wink. "I never expected it to be."

And with that, you slipped out of his office—leaving him standing there, frustrated and completely obsessed with you.

[v-eee]

── he's the host (jungkook x you)

You had never once stepped foot in a host club, let alone spoken casually with men in a setting like this. But your best friend handed you a free ticket, insisting it was the perfect opportunity to learn how to hold a conversation with men.

'The hosts there are insanely handsome and know exactly how to treat a lady,' she had said with a mischievous grin.

And so, here you were, standing in the dimly lit but luxurious lounge, gripping the little numbered card you had picked at random. Every number corresponded to a different host, and fate had assigned you… well, you weren’t sure yet.

When the curtain pulled back, you nearly choked.

Before you stood a man clad in a flashy leopard-print shirt confidence like it was the latest fashion trend, exuding confidence with his easy smile and twinkling eyes.

“Jungkook,” he introduced himself, sliding into the seat beside you. “First time here, aren’t you? I can tell.” His tone was playful, teasing in a way that made your nerves spike.

You were awkward at first, fumbling over your words, but Jungkook was quick to lighten the mood with jokes and exaggerated stories. You didn’t believe a word of it, but somehow, between his antics, you started to relax.

You found yourself sharing stories. Not that you had tons of exciting stories to share—you’re more of the introverted. But you did end up sharing your tale of the world’s worst ex-manager. Creepy, power-tripping weirdo who hated you because you always dodged him—and maybe also because you reported him a few times (okay, more than a few) to the upper management.

“Oh, and some of the girls totally used him to get raises,” you added, shaking your head.

Jungkook listened, then swirled his drink like some movie character. “You know,” Jungkook said, swirling his drink thoughtfully. “People like that shouldn’t be anywhere near power.”

You blinked. For a second, he looked different—not the cheeky host, but someone real.

But then he smirked.

“If I were your boss,” he teased, pointing to the snack plate, “I’d only call you in to give you snacks. Speaking of which… you basically finished the whole thing.”

You turned bright red. Busted. What could you say? Snacks are your weakness.

By the time the night ended, you felt lighter, buzzing with the realization that maybe, just maybe, holding a conversation with a man wasn’t so terrifying after all.

. . .

The next morning at the office, you were greeted with unexpected news.

“The new manager is already here!” your colleague announced cheerfully.

You barely had time to register the words before stepping into the conference room, where your breath hitched.

There, sitting at the head of the table like he belonged there, was none other than the host from last night.

Jeon Jungkook— Your new manager. Your flashy leopard-print host from last night was now sitting at the head of the table, cool and composed, dressed in a sharp suit, even his hairstyle changes like he was born for corporate life.

But seeing he act like he didn't know you, you sighed in relief.

He didn't glance your way. He didn't acknowledge you in the meeting. He didn't so much as breath in your direction.

Perfect. A silent agreement—whatever happened in the host club stayed in the host club.

You sat at the opposite end of the meeting room, buried yourself in your notes, and refused to meet his gaze, even when he was speaking directly to the group.

If Jungkook noticed, he didn’t show it.

Everything was going smoothly… until the meeting ended.

Just as you gathered your belongings, ready to make a swift escape, his voice cut through the air.

“Y/N, please stay.”

You froze.

Your colleagues’ heads snapped in your direction, eyes wide in shock.

You? He wanted you to stay?

Most of the staff in your department barely acknowledged your existence, always pushing you aside during after-work drinks. You had perfected the art of blending into the background—the quiet, introverted employee who kept to herself.

And yet here was the new manager, Jeon Jungkook specifically asking you to stay back.

It was so unexpected that even your colleague nudged you under the table, clearly waiting for gossip.

You forced a neutral expression, mentally screaming, before turning back to Jungkook, your new manager.

The man looked annoyingly calm, watching you with that unreadable look.

You swallowed hard. . . .

You stood stiffly in the now-empty meeting room, staring at Jeon Jungkook like he had just asked you to commit a crime.

He leaned back, arms crossed, looking way too relaxed for someone who had just turned your world upside down.

"You’re gonna keep quiet about the host club, right?" he asked casually.

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

Jungkook smirk teasingly "I mean, you don’t want people knowing you went there, and I don’t want people knowing I worked there."

Oh.

That... made sense.

There was no way you wanted to be the subject of office gossip, and if people found out their shiny new manager had double life? Well, that would send the company into chaos.

You nodded slowly. "Fine. We pretend it never happened."

Jungkook grinned. "Great! Looking forward to working with you."

That was the last normal moment you had. . . .

At first, you thought it was just coincidence.

But then, at every single meeting, Jungkook picked you to assist him.

Every time he needed help with reports, you were the one he called.

Every time he needed something double-checked, you were the first person he approached.

It wasn’t long before whispers started spreading.

Your colleagues exchanged glances whenever Jungkook asked for your input. The female employees, in particular, seemed to have an especially sharp interest in the situation.

Jeon Jungkook was handsome, confident, and effortlessly charming—the kind of man who commanded attention the moment he walked into a room.

The female employees had already taken a special interest in him, and now, seeing him always pick you for assistance?

It didn’t take long for rumors to start flying.

“She used to avoid the previous manager, but now she’s all fine with the new one? Maybe the previous boss wasn’t the problem, she just hates old men.”

“She always acts so quiet but look at her now...getting all this attention.”

“I bet she’s doing something to keep his eyes on her.”

You tried to ignore it, but the whispers followed you everywhere.

And one afternoon, you walked by the break room just in time to hear a particularly brutal conversation.

“Y/N is obviously a two-faced person. Before, she acted like a quiet introvert. Look at her now. Remember she used to file complaints about previous managers? Now that a handsome new manager shows up, she’s the one making moves on him. No way he picks her that often for no reason.”

You felt your stomach drop.

Before you could decide whether to walk away or step inside the break room to confront them, another voice cut through the air.

A very familiar, dangerously calm voice.

"Are you ladies enjoying your gossip session?"

Dead silence.

You peak inside the break room slowly—there stood Jungkook, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.

The women scrambled, stammering out excuses, but he wasn’t having it.

"If I hear another rumor about my staff being spread, we’ll have a serious problem." His tone was calm but sharp, enough to send shivers down everyone's spine.

Wow. That was the guy who once wore a leopard-print shirt with amazing host skills—the same guy who teased you about hogging the snack plate. And now he was your manager. The same manager who kept calling your name to help with the printer or to make 100 copies of a report... sometimes you even wondered if he was bullying you.

But now he was defending you like some corporate knight in tailored armor?

For a moment, you looked at Jungkook not as an eccentric host or as your new manager… until you noticed he caught your eyes. He gave you a wink and a smile. The same smile he wore with that leopard-print shirt.

You sighed internally.

What had you gotten yourself into?

[v-eee]

── The Villain Got a Hero (jungkook x you)

You were that girl at your old branch. Power suits, sharp heels, zero nonsense. People feared your calendar invites. If you raised an eyebrow, someone triple-checked their spreadsheet. You liked it that way.

Then—boom.

Restructuring. Now you’re at Silverline Corp – West Branch.

You walk in like you own the floor. Confidence has always been your thing. But the first person you see is him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Office golden boy. The one with perfect hair and a perfect joke. Everyone laughs when he talks—even if he’s just asking for a stapler. He’s laughing with the team, leaning back in his chair like he owns the place. You later find out—he kind of does. Not literally, but he’s the top project manager here, and apparently, HR’s favorite.

Meanwhile, people look at you like you're about to file a formal complaint just for breathing near them.

You meet Jungkook's eyes. He smirks. “So you’re Y/N... the one from the East branch. Heard you eat interns for breakfast.” His voice is smooth, like he knows things—like he’s read your entire resume and your search history.

You smile sweetly. “Only if they use Comic Sans.”

From day one, you and Jungkook are complete opposites. He wins people over with charm. You keep things efficient, on time, and emotionally distant. He’s sunshine and compliments. You’re Excel sheets and deadlines.

No one dares to get close to you after they’ve seen you shut down a guy who called you "intense," help an intern rewrite a client pitch, and politely roast someone’s font choices in a team meeting.

Then it happens.

Yuri—the office sweetheart—gets tangled up in a report mishap. One client presentation tanks, and your name’s on the file.

She pouts. “I was just following Y/N’s version of the outline... she told me to refer to her file. I didn’t want to say anything…”

The room turns to you. People whisper. You know the drill. You’ve always been the villain in the story. No one’s going to believe you. It’s happened before.

So you sit back, arms crossed. “Sure. It’s my fault.”

Most of the room looks shocked that you admitted it so easily. Just as Yuri opens her mouth to blame you more, Jungkook clears his throat.

“Actually,” he says, looking at Yuri, voice calm but firm. “That outline? I saw you edit it last night before you sent it. The timestamp doesn’t lie.”

Silence.

Everyone in the office blinks.

He looks straight into Yuri’s eyes. “You made the mistake. Not Y/N.”

Yuri sputters. “I-I didn’t mean—”

“I know you didn’t. But don’t throw someone under the bus just because it’s easier.”

Then he looks at you—really looks—and says, “Y/N might be sharp with her words, but she doesn’t make mistakes like that.”

The room stays dead quiet until the meeting ends.

Break time.

You’re in the break room, making coffee, when Jungkook walks in. You take it as a chance to thank him.

You glance at him. “Thanks... for what happened earlier. For defending me.”

Jungkook smiles wide, walking over to the coffee machine. “I never thought I’d hear that from you.”

You raise a brow. “I never thought you’d defend me.”

He frowns, clutching his chest dramatically. “Why? Do I look untrustworthy?”

You shrug. “I just figured you hated me. Since we always clash at work.”

Jungkook gasps playfully, like you just stabbed him. “Didn’t know you thought of me like that. I thought we were just flirting.”

You choke on your coffee. Somewhere in the distance, an intern drops their cup.

[v-eee]

── we ride (jungkook x you)

new neighbor offer you a ride.

You always knew Jeon Jungkook was popular. In the office, he was like a walking magnet—wherever he went, people followed. You, on the other hand, preferred peace. No noisy gossip, no lunch table drama.

Jeon Jungkook. The legendary staff member of the marketing department.

Handsome? Check. Smart? Check. Smile that could make people faint? Double check.

Every female staff member practically worshiped him. They’d follow him around, giggle at everything he said, and somehow always find an excuse to be near him.

You? Nope. Not happening.

You hated crowds. And wherever Jungkook was, a crowd was sure to follow.

So, for your own peace, you avoided him.

If he entered the break room, you left. If he walked down the hallway, you turned the other way. If he called for a meeting, you sat in the farthest seat possible.

. . .

At first, Jungkook didn’t notice. He was too busy with work—and with handling the unofficial fan club around him. But after a while, something became clear: there was one employee who never tried to talk to him.

One person never looked his way. No accidental coffee spills. No giggles. No “Hi Jungkook~” Nothing.

In fact, she always avoided him.

At first, he thought it was a coincidence. But then he tested it.

Break room? She left the second he entered. Elevator? She saw him coming and took the stairs. Meeting? She sat as far away as possible, practically merging with the wall.

…Was she allergic to him?

This was new.

. . .

You were already late. Your Mini Cooper had the audacity to die just as you were backing out of the driveway. You tried everything—turning the key harder, whispering sweet threats—but the car just wheezed and gave up.

“Come onnn...” you muttered, kicking the tire.

“Need a lift?”

You froze.

That voice. That familiar voice. No way.

You turned slowly—and there he was. Jeon Jungkook.

Black leather jacket. Helmet under his arm. And the biggest, shiniest motorbike you'd ever seen.

You blinked. “You live here?”

Jungkook chuckled. You hadn’t asked who he was—so clearly, you knew. You just never talked to him at the office. “Just moved in. Two doors down. Small world, huh?”

You gave him a small smile before turning back to your phone to book a taxi.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, watching how hard you were trying to avoid him.

“I can give you a ride. Come on, we work at the same place.”

You looked at his face… then stared at the bike like it had fangs. You hated motorcycles—ever since that accident you had as a kid with your dad. “Absolutely not. That thing looks like it eats people for breakfast.”

“It’s just a Harley, not a T-Rex,” he grinned. “You’ll be fine. Promise.”

You were about to refuse when your phone buzzed.

Meeting in 30. Don’t be late! —Mr. Park

You groaned.

“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth. “But seriously—drive carefully. I have a meeting with Mr. Park in 30 minutes. If I die—”

“I’ll carry your ghost to the meeting,” he said with a grin. “Let’s go.”

Two minutes on the bike…

“Too fast! You said slow!!!” you yelled, clinging to his waist like your life depended on it.

“We’re literally going 30!” he laughed over the engine.

“I can still feel wind on my soul!”

He laughed so hard the bike wobbled a little.

. . .

You made him drop you off two blocks away from the office.

You got off the bike, legs shaking, hair completely wild. You looked like Bambi on ice.

“You good? Why here? Our office is just over there,” he asked, handing you your bag.

You glared. “Do you want me to die? I’ll get unalived if the other girls see me riding your bike.”

Jungkook chuckled. Now he understood why you always avoided him.

“Aw, don’t say that... I bet they can’t catch you. You’re a pro at avoiding people,” he teased, smirking.

Your ears burned. He knew you’d been avoiding him all these years.

You quickly said thank you and walked away without responding to him.

“Awww...but I’m glad we’re bonding now!” Jungkook called out teasingly.

You kept walking.

But your cheeks were warm… and your heart was doing something weird.

[v-eee]

── we fight (jungkook x you)

a petty fight turns into three days of stubborn silence

Fighting with Jungkook wasn’t unusual. In fact, it was almost a part of your daily routine. The two of you weren’t the type to bottle things up—you argued, bickered, and then made up like nothing happened. Usually, within a day, one of you would crack, and things would go back to normal.

But this time was different.

This time, neither of you wanted to be the first to give in.

And what made it worse? The fight wasn’t even about something serious. It was about the most ridiculous thing—whether pineapple belonged on pizza. Or maybe it was about who left the bathroom light on. Or who got the last bite of your shared dessert. Honestly, you didn’t even remember. All you knew was that it spiraled into a stubborn battle of cold shoulders and ignored texts.

Three days had passed. Three days of tense silence, side-eyeing each other at home, and dramatically walking past one another like you were starring in a K-drama. It was getting ridiculous, but neither of you wanted to break first.

Jungkook, being his usual competitive self, decided to take things up a notch. If ignoring each other wasn’t working, maybe making you jealous would. So, like the genius (read: idiot) he was, he asked his female colleague to lunch. The girl who had made it painfully obvious she liked him.

And of course, fate had you walking into the same restaurant.

Jungkook saw you before you saw him.

His heart sped up. Perfect. He leaned in slightly, laughing at something the girl said—making sure you’d notice.

He waited for your reaction. Maybe a glare. A scoff. Something.

But you didn’t.

You glanced at them once, the walked past like he wasn’t even there.

No double take. No narrowed eyes. No storming over to call him out.

Just... nothing.

Jungkook felt his stomach drop. He felt his confidence crack. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

This wasn’t the plan.

He stabbed at his food, barely listening to the girl across from him. He kept stealing glances at you, but you were just chatting with your friend like he didn’t exist. You weren’t even pretending to be mad. You just were.

Now he was panicking.

Was this it? Had he actually messed up this time?

After barely touching his food, he couldn’t take it anymore. He got up, walking straight to your table.

You glanced up, looking unimpressed. “Can I help you?”

Jungkook winced. “Can we talk?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now you wanna talk?”

Your friend, who sits across from you, gives you an understanding look before excusing herself to give you and Jungkook some space to talk.

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck as he sits in the chair beside you. “Look, I was being dumb. I thought if I made you jealous, you’d talk to me first.” He hesitated, then mumbled, “But it just made things worse.”

You crossed your arms. “No kidding.”

Jungkook groaned, crouching slightly so he was eye-level with you. “Come on. Let’s stop this. I don’t even remember why we fought in the first place.”

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed. “I think it was about pineapple on pizza.”

His lips twitched. “Right. And you were wrong, obviously.”

That earned him a kick under the table. He yelped, but when he saw you almost smile, he knew he was in the clear.

“Lunch?” he offered, hopeful. “Just us?”

You rolled your eyes but grabbed your things. “You’re paying.”

Jungkook grinned. “Always.”

And just like that, things were back to normal.

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(xii- ending)

Being in a relationship with Jungkook was... different.

Not in a bad way. Just... different.

Before, he was already clingy—showing up at your café after work and driving hours just to see you without a second thought.

But now?

Now, he had boyfriend privileges, and he was using every single one of them.

Like right now, for example.

You were trying to get out of bed, but Jungkook—who had somehow turned into a human octopus in his sleep—was making it impossible.

His arms were locked around your waist, his face buried against your neck, and every time you tried to move, he just tightened his hold like some kind of needy koala. You turn your body to face him.

"Jungkook," you whispered, poking his forehead. "Let go, I need to get up."

A low, raspy groan came from his throat as he nuzzled closer. "Mm-mm. No."

You sighed. "I have work."

"Call in sick," he murmured, lips brushing your forehead.

You shivered. "Jungkook."

His hold tightened. "Y/N," he whined back, mimicking your tone. "Just five more minutes."

"You said that ten minutes ago."

"Exactly. Five more."

You sighed, already knowing how this would end. There was no reasoning with morning Jungkook.

Before dating, he still knows to put some space with you. But now? Now, it was forehead kisses while you worked, back hugs when you made coffee, and shamelessly pouting whenever you paid more attention to customers than to him.

And the biggest difference?

Jungkook used to sleep in a separate room.

Not anymore.

At first, he tried to be sneaky about it.

The first time he “accidentally” fell asleep in your bed, you kicked him out immediately, heart pounding. The thought of sleeping beside him was too much.

The second time? Same thing. Kicked him out.

The third time? You started getting suspicious.

"Jungkook, you have your own room," you had pointed out one night when you woke up to find him curled up beside you like he belonged there.

Jungkook, half-asleep and shameless, just mumbled, "Yeah, but your bed smells nicer."

You threw a pillow at him.

But no matter how many times you kicked him out, he kept coming back. Like a stubborn cat that refused to acknowledge personal space.

Until finally, one night, you just… gave up.

"Fine," you muttered when he crawled into your bed yet again. "But if you hog the blankets, I swear—"

Jungkook grinned, immediately wrapping his arms around you. "No promises, sweetheart."

And now? It was just a thing.

If Jungkook stayed over, he was sleeping in your bed. No discussion. No arguments. Just Jungkook slipping under the covers like it was his bed too.

Like last night.

You had tried to sleep, but Jungkook—being the absolute menace that he was—kept tracing lazy circles on your arm, pressing sleepy kisses against your shoulder.

"Jungkook," you mumbled, half-asleep. "Go to sleep."

"I'm not tired," he whispered.

You sighed. "Then pretend to be."

Jungkook chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "Can’t help it. You’re too distracting."

You groaned, reaching for the pillow. "One more word, and I’m kicking you out."

Jungkook just laughed, pulling you closer instead until your face was pressed against his chest.

Yeah.

Being in a relationship with Jungkook was definitely different.

But honestly?

You loved it.

"Hey," Jungkook mumbled suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You glanced up. "What?"

Still half-asleep, he blinked at you. Then, without warning, he cupped your chin and tilted your face up, bringing you just inches from his.

Your breath hitched.

"Jungkook—"

He smirked. "You looked like you were thinking too hard."

"I was just—"

"You were thinking about me, weren’t you?" he teased, his voice lower now.

Your face heated up. "I—no—I'm thinking about work."

Jungkook hummed, unconvinced. "Liar."

Then, before you could react, he held your face gently and just looked at you.

Soft.

Serious.

Like you were something he still couldn’t believe was real.

Your heart skipped. "…What?"

He exhaled, thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I love you."

Silence.

He had said it before—a lot. But every time he said I love you, it always felt like the first time.

You felt your pulse everywhere.

“…You do?” you teased, smiling slightly.

Jungkook scoffed. "Are you seriously asking me that? Do you even realize how gone I am for you?"

You swallowed, your heart pounding.

And then, without hesitation, you whispered, "I love you too."

Then, just to tease him, you leaned in and kissed his lips before pulling back.

Jungkook stilled.

For a split second, he just stared at you. Then, suddenly, his sleepy eyes widened and a slow, lazy grin spread across his face.

"Oh," he said, voice still raspy from sleep. "You’re playing dirty now, huh?"

Before you could answer, he leaned in and captured your lips again—deeper this time. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

Not teasing.

Not playful.

Just warm, slow, and intoxicating.

A small, muffled sound escaped you as Jun’s fingers tightened around your hips, his body pressing you into the mattress.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath slightly uneven. "Say it again," he murmured.

You bit your lip, suddenly shy. "I love you."

Jungkook groaned dramatically, flipping you onto your back as he hovered over you. "Ugh. That’s it. You’re stuck with me forever now."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Oh no. What a tragedy."

Jungkook smirked, kissing your nose. "Too late to back out now, sweetheart."

And honestly?

You didn’t want to.

[v-eee]

── words that hurt (jungkook x you)

Jungkook is your boyfriend—born into a wealthy family and the successful boss of his own company. You, on the other hand, have a past as a sex worker but have since moved on, now working at a small bakery. Despite your differences, he has always assured you that he never judged your past.

Lately, Jungkook has been overwhelmed with work, leaving little time for you. The distance between you grows, and one night, frustration boils over into a verbal argument. In the heat of the moment, Jungkook blurts out a cruel remark about your past—

Jungkook is your boyfriend—born into wealth and the successful CEO of his own company. You, on the other hand, have a past as a sex worker but have since moved on, now working at a small bakery. Despite your differences, he always assured you that he never judged you for your past.

But lately, things have changed. Work has consumed him, and you’ve seen him less and less. The distance between you grows, and tonight, frustration finally spills over into a heated argument.

The air inside Jungkook’s penthouse is thick with tension. You stand near the dining table, arms crossed, your heart pounding in your chest. He was late again. Another missed dinner. Another night of feeling like you were waiting on someone who had long since stopped prioritizing you.

“You’re never around anymore, Jungkook.” Your voice is steady, but your fingers tremble. “It’s like I don’t exist unless it’s convenient for you.”

Jungkook sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m busy, Y/N,” he mutters. “I run a company. You knew this.”

“I did,” you admit. “But I didn’t know that meant I’d always come second.”

His jaw clenches, his patience thinning. “You’re overreacting.”

You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head. “No, Jungkook, I’m just tired of feeling like I have to beg for your attention.”

And then, in the heat of the moment, the words slip from his lips—words he will regret the second they leave his mouth.

“You should be grateful you even have this life now. It’s not like your old job was going to get you anywhere.”

Silence.

The air turns ice cold. Your breath hitches, your arms slowly falling to your sides. His words hit harder than any fight before.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as realization crashes into him. “Wait, I—”

A small, bitter laugh escapes you. “Wow.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the hurt in it is unmistakable. “So, that’s how you really feel.”

The past he once promised never to judge—he had just used it against you.

“No, that’s not—” He reaches for you, desperation creeping into his voice, but you take a step back.

You force a smile, though your heart feels like it’s breaking. “I need to go.”

Jungkook’s panic is instant. “Go where?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, meeting his eyes one last time. “Somewhere that isn’t here. I can’t stay in the same space with you.”

He reaches for your hand, but you push it away. His world tilts as you turn and walk toward the door.

The door clicks shut behind you, leaving Jungkook standing in the suffocating silence of his own mistake.

[v-eee]

── morning after blanket war (jungkook x you)

Morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The peaceful ambiance should make for a soft, romantic morning—except it’s not.

Because you’re in a war.

With your husband.

Over a blanket.

"Jungkook, give it back!" You tug at the duvet, but Jungkook—your dear, newlywed husband—only tightens his grip, rolling onto his side and cocooning himself in the blanket like a human burrito.

"Nooo," he whines dramatically, burying half his face into the fabric. "It’s our blanket. Why do you need so much of it?"

"Because you’re hogging it!" You yank harder, but he lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling it tighter around his body.

"You married me," he reminds you smugly, peeking at you with one eye. "Which means you signed up for this."

Your jaw drops. "You mean freezing to death every night? Oh, no. I’m buying another blanket. Just for me."

That makes him freeze.

Jungkook slowly turns, his expression shifting from playful to horrified. "What?"

"I’m buying my own blanket," you repeat, crossing your arms. "If you’re going to keep stealing it, I’ll just have my own."

For a second, he just stares at you like you’ve personally betrayed him. Then, without hesitation, he immediately lets go of the blanket, shoving the entire thing towards you.

"Take it. Take it all," he says dramatically, rolling closer so he can cling onto you instead. "But don’t you dare get a separate blanket. That’s against the rules."

You raise an eyebrow. "What rules?"

"The marriage rules," he says, as if it’s obvious. "Husband and wife must share one blanket. That’s the law."

You laugh. "Pretty sure that’s not a real law."

"It is now."

Still pouting, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. "No separate blankets. That’s illegal. I’ll report you."

"You’ll report me?" You snort. "To who?"

"To myself," he says proudly. "Husband police. And you’ll get arrested for being mean and trying to separate us with a cruel, cold blanket wall."

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. "You’re ridiculous."

"But you love me." He looks up at you, grinning, and tugs the blanket over both of you. "And now that you have the whole thing… you have to share with me."

You sigh, shaking your head, but pull the blanket up to cover him, too. "Fine."

Jungkook smirks victoriously, snuggling even closer. "Told you marriage rules exist."

And just like that, the blanket war ends in a win—for him.

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(xi)

It was late in the evening when Jungkook finally pulled up near your café, like he always did after work. Three hours on the road just to see you—not once did he question it. But today, as he stepped inside, his stomach twisted at the sight in front of him.

You.

Laughing.

With some random guy.

The guy was tall, well-dressed, and had one of those annoyingly charming smiles. Tch. I’m more handsome anyway, Jungkook thought, crossing his arms.

But then, the guy leaned in slightly as he spoke to you, and you smiled—that smile. The one that used to be just for him.

Jungkook clenched his jaw and immediately turned to leave.

You noticed him and waved. “Jungkook! When did you—” But he was already heading for the door.

The evening air was colder than usual, the kind of chill that made people zip up their jackets and shove their hands into their pockets. Jungkook, however, couldn’t be bothered. He was too pissed to feel the cold.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, jaw clenched, he walked straight to his car.

Just as he reached for the door handle, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

“Jungkook! Wait—where are you going?”

“Home.”

You blinked. “Wait, what? You just got here.”

He turned around, frowning as you rushed toward him.

In just a T-shirt, jeans, and your barista apron.

Jungkook immediately forgot he was supposed to be sulking. “Are you crazy? It’s freezing, and you’re running around like it’s summer.”

You huffed, rubbing your arms. “You were about to leave without saying anything!”

“That’s not a good excuse to catch a cold.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, shivering slightly.

With an exasperated sigh, Jungkook shrugged off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders. You blinked as he pulled the collar up to cover your neck.

“Seriously, Y/N. Think before you run out into the cold,” he grumbled. “What if you get sick?”

You ignored his concern and instead asked, “Why were you leaving?”

He pouted. “Well… you don’t need me anymore. You’ve got Mr. Handsome over there.”

Your brows furrowed. “...What?”

“Nothing.” He turned back to open the car door, but you grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Okay, what is wrong with you?” you asked, searching his face.

“Nothing.”

“You’re sulking.”

“I never sulk.”

You crossed your arms. “You literally sulked when I gave your ramen a three-star rating last time.”

He looked away.

You sighed, glancing back at the café. “Who even is this ‘Mr. Handsome’ you’re talking about?”

Jungkook let out a frustrated groan. “The guy you were just talking to!”

You blinked. “Him? Oh, he’s—”

“I don’t wanna know,” Jungkook cut you off, crossing his arms. “Look, if you’re happy with him, fine. I’ll just stop bothering you.”

Now you were really confused. “Bothering me? Jungkook, what are you talking about?”

He exhaled sharply, then blurted, “I’m jealous, okay?!”

Silence.

You just stared at him, processing.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he immediately regretted his outburst. He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “I didn’t wanna say it, but you’re so oblivious sometimes, Y/N.”

Your lips parted slightly. “You’re… jealous?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “Because I don’t like seeing you close with other guys. Because I like you, you idiot.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“…Oh.”

Jungkook finally looked at you, eyes searching your face. “That’s all you’re gonna say? ‘Oh’?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous. “I just… I didn’t think you felt that way.”

He scoffed. “Seriously? I drive hours just to see you, stay in whatever random Airbnb you pick, and show up with medicine like the dramatic lead in those cheesy romance dramas you force me to watch—what did you think this was?”

“…I thought you were just really clingy?”

Jungkook groaned. “Oh my god.”

You giggled, and for the first time that night, his shoulders relaxed.

Then, with a small smile, you tugged on the sleeve of the jacket he had wrapped around you. “So… are you still gonna leave, or should I go inside and tell Mr. Handsome I’m taken?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Taken?”

You shrugged, smirking. “Well, you are acting like a jealous boyfriend. Might as well make it official.”

He scoffed, but the tips of his ears turned red. “Tch. Depends. How exactly are you planning to reject him?”

You grinned. “I could walk up to him and say, ‘Sorry, but I already have an overprotective, jealous guy who drives five hours just to see me.’”

Jungkook groaned, rubbing his face. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

You laughed. “So? What’s your answer?”

He sighed dramatically before giving you a lopsided grin. “Fine. I’ll stay. But only because I don’t trust your rejection skills.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right, because that’s the reason.”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

And just like that, sulky, jealous Jeon Jungkook was gone—replaced by the playful, annoying one you knew best.

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(x)

It had basically become a running joke—no matter where you went, Jungkook would just… show up. Every city, every café, every Airbnb. Like it was totally normal.

At first, you thought it was just him being stubborn. But after a few weeks, it became clear—he wasn’t going to stop.

Honestly, you were starting to think he enjoyed the long drives more than actually seeing you.

And every time he showed up, he somehow ended up crashing at your place. It happened so often that even your coworkers at the café started noticing.

“You guys sure you’re just friends?” one of them asked, eyeing Jungkook as he leaned lazily against the counter, waiting for you to finish your shift.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously.”

“Uh-huh,” another one chimed in. “Because totally normal ‘friends’ drive six hours just to hang out.”

Jungkook smirked, nudging you. “Yeah, Y/N. What kind of friend does that?”

You shot him a look. “The annoying kind.”

He just chuckled.

___

One night, after a long shift, you called Jungkook just to chat. You weren’t feeling great, and the second he heard you cough, he immediately switched to full-on drama mode.

“Jeez, Y/N, you sound like a grandpa who’s been chain-smoking since dinosaurs existed.”

“Wow, thanks. That’s super comforting.”

“Did you take medicine?”

“Not yet. I’ll get some tomorrow.”

Apparently, that wasn’t an acceptable answer. Because the next day, while you were curled up in bed, there was an obnoxiously loud knock at the door.

You dragged yourself over, opened it, and—

“What the— Jeon Jungkook?!”

There he stood, looking way too proud of himself, holding a bag full of medicine, snacks, and—was that a hot water bottle shaped like a bear?

He breezed past you like he owned the place, dumping the bag on the table. “You sounded like death last night, so I took half a day off to bring you this.”

You blinked at him. “You drove two hours… just to bring me medicine?”

“Yup.”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, “that’s such a waste of time! I could’ve just bought it myself.”

He gasped, clutching his chest. “A waste of time? Wow.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“And let you avoid me for a week? No thanks.”

You paused, narrowing your eyes. “What?”

“You do this every time. The moment you get sick, you start avoiding me like I’m the plague because you’re scared I’ll catch it.”

You flopped onto the couch, exhausted. “Well, yeah?” you frowned. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I don’t care if I get sick, Y/N,” he muttered. “I just don’t like it when you avoid me.” He sat beside you, handing you a warm bottle of tea.

Your chest tightened.

You knew Jungkook wasn’t a fan of distance. But you never realized it actually bothered him when you avoided him while sick.

You sighed as you took the bottle from his hand. “It’s just a cold.”

“I know,” he murmured, pouting. “But… I guess I’m scared I’ll lose you.”

Your heart did a weird little flip.

“…You’re not gonna lose me, idiot,” you muttered.

Jungkook stared at you for a moment, his usual cocky grin softening into something… real.

“Good. Now take the damn medicine before I force-feed it to you.”

You groaned. “And there it is.”

“Dead people don’t complain, Y/N. Take. The. Pills.”

You swatted his hand away as he tried to open the bottle for you, but deep down, you knew.

This wasn’t just friendship anymore.

And maybe, just maybe… you didn’t mind that at all.

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(ix)

After dinner, you and Jungkook sat on the small balcony of your Airbnb, sipping soda as the city lights flickered in the distance. The cool night air brushed against your skin, and for the first time in a while, things felt… peaceful.

Jungkook stretched his legs out, turning to you with a smug grin. "Alright, be honest. What would you rate the ramen I made for dinner?"

You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. "Three stars."

He gasped. "Three?! That’s barely passing!"

"The noodles were soggy."

Jungkook clutched his chest like you just stabbed him. "I worked hard on that, you know."

"You boiled water and dumped instant ramen into a pot. That’s not exactly Michelin-star level cooking."

"Rude." He clutched his chest dramatically. "You invite me to stay, let me wear a stolen hoodie, forced me to cook dinner and now you’re giving me a mid rating?"

"You chose to stay."

"Because you pouted at me."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, just listening to the faint sounds of the city. It was nice—almost like how things used to be.

Then Jungkook spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “Hey, Y/N…”

You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

"…Did you ever hate me?"

You blinked, caught off guard. Turning your head, you found Jungkook staring at his can, his fingers absentmindedly peeling the label.

The question lingered between you, heavier than you expected.

You took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to answer. "No," you admitted. "I never hated you."

Jungkook let out a breath, but before he could feel relieved, you added, "But I did feel like I didn’t matter to you anymore."

He flinched slightly, eyes flickering to you.

"I get it, you were busy. But it felt like…" You paused, choosing your words carefully. "Like I was just… there. A backup friend."

Jungkook winced. "That’s not true."

"Maybe not to you. But that’s how it felt to me." You forced a small smile. "And it hurt. A lot."

Jungkook was quiet for a long time, staring at the railing. His usual playful smirk was nowhere to be found, and you could tell he was actually thinking about what you said.

"…I was an idiot," he muttered.

"You still are."

"Hey." He nudged your arm lightly. "I mean it. I didn’t realize how bad I messed up until you started drifting away. And by the time I did, it felt like…" He let out a humorless chuckle. "Like karma."

You tilted your head. "So you do believe in karma."

"Oh, 100%," Jungkook said, shaking his head. "I ignored you for work and believed Jieun...then after I realized my mistake, you got busy, I suddenly hated it. That’s some cosmic-level punishment right there."

You laughed softly. "Sounds like it."

Another comfortable silence settled between you two.

This time, Jungkook was the one who spoke first. "…Do you think we can ever go back to how we were before?"

You glanced at him, meeting his gaze. His usual cockiness was gone, replaced by something much more raw—hopeful, but afraid of the answer.

You smiled, bumping your shoulder against his. "We’ll see."

Jungkook exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head. "That’s not a yes."

"It’s not a no either," You said.

Jungkook groaned, dramatically leaning against your side. "Ugh, you’re making me work for it."

You nudged his arm. "Of course, you can’t force things to be how they used to be."

Jungkook stared at you for a second before letting out a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head. "You really don’t make things easy, huh?"

"I’m a high-maintenance friend," you teased.

Jungkook smirked. "I like a challenge."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away.

"One more thing." He leaned forward slightly.

"What?"

"Promise me something."

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "After tonight, you need to let me know if you’re going out of town for work, okay? I’m sick of showing up at the café only to be told you’re not there. Do you know how embarrassing that is?"

You snickered and slapped his arm. "Oh, so this is about your pride?"

"Yes, obviously," he said dramatically. Then, in a softer tone, "Actually because I just want to know where you are."

Your smile faltered slightly, but you quickly recovered. "Fine, fine. I’ll text you next time. Happy?"

"Very." Jungkook grinned, holding out his pinky. "Seal it with a pinky promise?"

You laughed but hooked your pinky with his. "You’re such a kid."

"And yet, you still put up with me."

As much as you hated to admit it, he was right.

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(viii)

Jungkook wasn’t dumb—he could tell you were slowly pulling away. You barely told him when you had to leave town, and every time he showed up at the café, the staff would just give him the same apologetic look.

'She's out of town for work again.'

Again.

Jungkook would just nod, acting like it didn’t bother him. But it did.

And honestly? He couldn't even be mad. This was karma.

This was exactly how you must’ve felt when he used to ditch you for work with Jieun. Back then, he thought you were just being dramatic, but now? Now he knew better.

But there was one thing Jungkook knew for sure—he wasn't about to let this friendship fade just like that.

So he asked the café staff where you went. And the moment he got the answer, he’d hop into his car and drive. Three hours? No problem. five hours? He’s got good playlists.

And every time, he'd show up at whatever café you were managing that day. He never made a big deal out of it—just casually walked in, ordered a drink, and sat in the corner, watching you work.

You'd always look surprised to see him.

"Jungkook… What are you doing here?" you'd ask, hands on your hips.

He'd just flash his signature grin. "What? Can't a guy enjoy a good cup of coffee?"

"You drove five hours for coffee?"

"Best coffee in the country, I hear." He'd wink, taking a sip.

You'd roll your eyes, but he’d catch that small smile before you turned away.

And that was enough to keep him coming back.

——

At first, you thought Jungkook was just dropping by once in a while. But when he started showing up every single day, despite the five-hour drive, you were shocked.

Was he out of his mind?

That night, after spending a few hours in the café, drinking his usual iced latte and getting his daily dose of your smile, Jungkook got up, ready to leave.

You watched as he stepped outside, and without thinking, you rushed after him.

"Jungkook!"

He turned around just as you caught up, slightly out of breath. "What’s up?"

"Where are you going?" you asked, crossing your arms.

“Uh… home?” He said it like it was obvious.

You frowned. "Home? That’s a five-hour drive."

"Yeah, and?"

You looked at him like he had lost his mind. “Kook, it’s already 9 PM. You're not seriously thinking of driving all the way back at night?"

He shrugged. "Done it before."

You huffed, clearly not having it. "Not today. Absolutely not.”

"What do you mean, no?"

"You’re staying the night," you said firmly. "I have an Airbnb. There's an extra room."

Jungkook blinked at you. "Wait—what?"

"You heard me. Stay the night. Unless you want me to worry the entire time you’re driving in the dark."

Jungkook scratched the back of his head. "I’ll be fine, Y/N. Seriously."

You pouted. "I said no. please..."

Jungkook sighed, but then he made the mistake of looking at your face—your big, sulky, pouty face.

And just like that, something inside him softened. You looked exactly like the old you—the one who used to guilt-trip him into buying you extra desserts, or make him agree to silly things just because you flashed that look.

"…Fine," he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You brightened immediately. "Good. Just wait for me to close up the café, and we’ll head there together."

Jungkook groaned dramatically. "Ugh, more waiting?"

You glared at him.

He smirked, shaking his head. "Man… you’re so bossy."

"And you love it."

Jungkook chuckled, but as he glanced at you walking beside him, he realized—yeah, maybe he really did.

__

When you arrived at the Airbnb, you led Jungkook inside and gestured toward the vacant bedroom. "That’s your room for the night. Feel free to use anything.”

He dropped his bag near the door and stretched his arms.

Digging through your suitcase, you pulled out a big hoodie and tossed it to him. "Here, you can wear this."

Jungkook caught it with one hand, but the moment he unfolded it, he froze. His brows furrowed as he inspected the fabric, his fingers tracing the old logo on the front. The hoodie was slightly faded, but it was still in good shape. And it was familiar. Too familiar.

"…Wait a second." He turned it around, his eyes narrowing. "This is mine."

You barely spared him a glance as you grabbed your phone charger and walk to the couch. "Yeah."

His mouth fell open. "You stole this from me?!"

You smirked at his reaction, enjoying how dramatic he was being. “Borrowed. Kept. Same thing.”

Jungkook scoffed, looking between you and the hoodie. "No, it is not the same thing! I was looking for this years ago!" His voice rose in exaggerated betrayal. "When did you even take it?"

"The night I slept over at your parents’ house," you answered nonchalantly, plopping onto the couch. "You let me borrow it cause I forgot my pajamas. And, well… it was comfy, so I kept it."

Jungkook gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "You never gave it back?"

"Nope."

"And you don’t even feel bad?"

"Not even a little."

Jungkook just stood there, blinking at you, before suddenly bursting into laughter.

At first, you thought he was mocking you, so you narrowed your eyes. "What’s so funny?"

But he just shook his head, still chuckling. "Nothing. It’s just…" He looked down at the hoodie in his hands, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. His laughter softened into something else—something almost nostalgic.

"You still have it," he murmured, more to himself than to you.

"Well, yeah." You stretched lazily. "Like I said, it’s comfy."

Jungkook smiled, but it wasn't his usual cocky smirk—it was softer, warmer. He didn't say it out loud, but knowing that you had kept his hoodie all these years, despite everything that had happened between you two, made something in his chest tighten.

You still treasured something of his.

And for some reason, that made him stupidly happy.

[v-eee]

scenario:

Jungkook's First Kiss

Jeon Jungkook. He’s a shy, nerdy guy who’s never dated before, making you his first girlfriend. Meanwhile, you’re the total opposite—popular, confident, and experienced when it comes to dating.

One night, you're at his apartment, sitting on the couch together, watching a movie. But Jungkook isn’t really focused on the screen. You catch him sneaking glances at you, looking nervous but clearly wanting something. The truth? He wants to kiss you—but he has no idea how.

—jungkook x you (reader)

The dim glow of the TV flickered across the small apartment, casting soft shadows on the couch where you and Jungkook sat. The movie played, but neither of you were paying much attention.

Jungkook sat stiffly beside you, his hands clutched together on his lap, knuckles white from how tense he was. His eyes kept flickering to you—stealing glances, then quickly snapping back to the screen as if he hadn’t just been caught staring.

You noticed, of course. You noticed everything.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you shifted slightly closer. Your arms brushed, and you felt the way his body tensed from the simple contact. He was adorable—awkward, innocent, completely inexperienced. It made you want to tease him even more.

"Jungkook," you said softly, turning toward him. "Why do you keep looking at me?"

His body jolted like he had been caught committing a crime. "I-I wasn’t—I mean, I was, but—" His glasses slipped down his nose, and he pushed them up nervously. "It’s not—uh—"

You leaned in, your voice teasing, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Jungkook inhaled sharply. His wide eyes darted to your lips before quickly looking away, like he was afraid to be caught. His ears burned red, and he looked down, embarrassed.

"I…" He swallowed. "I don’t know how."

You tilted your head, watching him with amusement. He was too pure. Too untouched. A blank canvas, waiting for you to paint something entirely new.

"Want me to teach you?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed again, and he gave a quick, hesitant nod. cute.

Before he could overthink it, you reached for him, gripping the collar of his hoodie and pulling him closer—so close that your breaths mixed, and he could feel the warmth of your lips just inches from his. His breath hitched.

Smiling, you reached up, gently removing his glasses and setting them aside. His eyes, usually hidden behind the lenses, were wide and uncertain, but there was something else there too—anticipation.

"Relax," you whispered, your fingers sliding up to cup his cheek. He was warm—too warm. His skin burned under your touch.

You closed the gap between you, brushing your lips against his—soft at first, testing, letting him get used to the feeling. He stayed frozen, unsure of what to do.

You smiled against his lips. "Open your mouth a little," you murmured.

He obeyed, hesitantly parting his lips, and you deepened the kiss—slow, teasing, guiding him through it. Your tongue flicked against his bottom lip, coaxing him to respond. He gasped at the sensation, and you took the opportunity to slip inside, tasting him.

Jungkook let out a low, surprised sound against your mouth, his grip tightening on the couch cushion. His fingers twitched, unsure where to put them, before finally resting on your waist.

His kisses were clumsy at first—hesitant, shy—but you didn’t mind. You took your time, tilting your head to show him how to move, how to follow your lead. Slowly, he started to get it. His lips moved with yours, matching your rhythm, growing more confident with each passing second.

Then, as if something inside him snapped, his grip on your waist tightened. He pulled you closer—so close you were nearly in his lap. A soft, needy sound escaped him as he kissed you deeper, messier, more desperate.

You smirked against his lips. So he had it in him after all.

When you finally pulled back, Jungkook was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly.His lips were red and swollen, and his eyes—dark, dazed, completely ruined—stared at you like you were the only thing in the world.

He swallowed hard. "Can we… do that again?"

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. "Oh, Jeon Jungkook," you whispered, leaning in once more. "We’re just getting started."

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(vii)

After the ball, nothing really changed... or at least, that’s what Jungkook tried to tell himself.

You were still you— kind, warm, always smiling.

But something felt different.

For one, your usual food-hunting nights weren’t the same anymore. What used to be just the two of you had somehow turned into a group activity. Every time he thought he’d finally get you alone to catch up, you’d casually invite someone else.

'The more, the merrier!' — you’d say with a bright grin whenever he gave you a look.

Jungkook would just laugh it off, pretending it didn’t bother him. But deep down, he missed how it used to be—just you and him, fighting over the last bite of dessert, complaining about overpriced ramen, or making fun of his horrible spice tolerance.

Then, there was your sudden busy schedule.

"You’re going where this time?" he asked one evening as you both walked out of the café.

"Another city," you said, stretching your arms. "We’re opening more branches, so I’ll be traveling a lot. Gotta make sure everything runs smoothly."

Jungkook let out an exaggerated sigh. "Wow. Look at you, all important and busy. Should I start making an appointment just to see you now?"

You giggled. “"Maybe you should."

He clutched his chest dramatically. "Unbelievable. My own best friend, ditching me for work."

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, someone forgot how he ditched me for work before."

Jungkook froze for a second before clearing his throat. "Oof. That was—uh"

You just smiled, shaking your head. "I'm kidding...relax."

He groaned, ruffling his hair. "Okay, okay. I get it. I sucked. But I miss you, you know?"

You gave him a small smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, you glanced at your phone. "Anyway, I gotta go. Early morning tomorrow."

And just like that, the conversation ended as you wave him goodbyr and run to the train station.

After 3 days, Jungkook sat in his apartment, staring at his phone. No messages from you. No random texts about the new café. No updates on your trip. Just… silence.

At first, he told himself it was fine. You were just busy. But as the days passed, an uncomfortable feeling settled in his chest.

He missed you. A lot.

More than he expected.

Sure, you were always around before, and he knows he just took it for granted.

But now? Now, the idea of you not being there anymore—of you going somewhere without him—scared him in a way he didn’t quite understand.

For the first time, he wondered… Had he already lost you without realizing it?

Jungkook made up his mind and took a three-hour drive to see you in the other city.

When you spotted him standing at the café entrance, your eyes widened in surprise. "Jungkook? What are you doing here?"

He flashed a casual grin. "Just felt like dropping by." Then, before you could question him further, he added, "Don’t mind me. Go do your thing."

Still confused, you watched as he strolled over to the counter, ordered an iced latte, and settled into a corner seat.

From time to time, you could feel his gaze on you, quietly observing. But the moment you caught him staring, he quickly looked away, pretending to be completely focused on his ipad—though you were pretty sure the screen wasn’t even on.

You couldn’t help but wonder—did Jun really drive all this way just to watch you work? But with the café being busy, you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Hours passed as you moved around, helping customers and managing orders. At some point, you glanced over to his table—only to find it empty. Jun was gone.

Someone else had already taken his seat.

A small pang of disappointment settled in your chest. He didn’t even say goodbye.

[v-eee]

secret

jungkook x you

Jungkook and you have been secretly dating for six months. You and him keeping it a secret because Jungkook is your best friend’s ex (Soojin). It’s been three years since Jungkook and Soojin broke up, but you’re afraid your relationship might hurt her, so you choose to keep it quiet.

One night, at a mutual friend’s birthday party at a restaurant, you and Jungkook arrive separately as usual. But Jungkook can’t help feeling jealous when he sees you laughing and chatting with another guy.

. . .

The restaurant was filled with chatter, laughter, and the occasional off-key attempt at singing “Happy Birthday.”

You had come early, greeting friends, sipping on a cocktail, and, most importantly, keeping a respectable distance from Jun. You know, because rules.

Jungkook hated those rules.

From his seat at the bar, he watched as you threw your head back in laughter, playfully nudging some guy’s arm. His grip on his drink tightened. Who was this guy? Why was he standing so close? And more importantly—why the hell did he get to be the reason you were smiling like that while Jungkook had to act like some casual acquaintance?

Not that Jungkook was jealous. No. Definitely not. He was just… mildly annoyed. And okay, maybe a little jealous.

When you got up to head to the restroom, Jungkook didn’t even think—he just followed. Because rational decision-making was clearly not his strong suit tonight.

The moment you stepped into the hallway leading to the bathrooms, a strong hand grabbed your wrist and, before you could react, pulled you outside through the back exit.

"Jungkook—what the hell?!" you whisper-yelled as you found yourself pressed against the cool brick wall of the restaurant’s alley. "Are you kidnapping me? Because there are cameras, you know."

Jungkook ignored your dramatic statement, leaning in, his arms braced on either side of you. "Who was that guy?"

You blinked. "What guy?"

Jungkook huffed, clearly annoyed. "The one making you laugh like that."

You tilted your head, amused. "Like what?"

"You know what I mean! All giggly and cute and—" He paused as he caught your playful smile. He knew you liked it when he called you cute. Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I'm serious, Y/N... it’s driving me crazy.”

You tried—really tried—not to laugh. But seeing Jungkook, usually cool and composed, acting like a jealous boyfriend in a teen drama was just too good.

"Jungkook, that was Mark. Our friend Mark.” You raised an eyebrow. "You know, the one who once cried seeing me in an Olaf costume? That Mark."

Jungkook blinked. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh." You smirked, crossing your arms. "So, are we done with this little possessive boyfriend moment?"

Jungkook's face cracked into a smile, then a giggle. "Okay, fine. Maybe I overreacted."

You poked his chest. "Maybe?"

He caught your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, his voice turning softer. "I just hate pretending like we’re nothing. I hate not being able to hold you, kiss you… tell everyone you’re mine."

Your teasing expression melted slightly, your heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jungkook got all soft.

"I know," you murmured, squeezing his hand. "But you also know why we have to do this."

Jungkook groaned. "It’s been three years since I broke up with her. I think there’s an expiration date on guilt."

You bit your lip, torn. You wanted to believe that. You wanted to be with Jungkook out in the open. But the fear of hurting your best friend still lingered.

"Just a little longer?" you asked, eyes hopeful.

Jungkook sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if I have to suffer through another night of watching you laugh with another man, I won't hesitate to hug you in front of them."

You snorted. "Oh, I’d love to see that."

Jungkook smirked. "Try me."

And just like that, the tension between you both cracked into laughter, because somehow, even in the messiest of situations, you and Jungkook always found a way back to each other.

For now, the secret stayed. But for how much longer?