as promised <3

kofi lovelies will have already seen this, but this is bd #9 but from jungkooks pov hehehe 

it's short n sweet, enjoy!! <33

Jungkook notices you first.

Even from halfway down the street, he knows it's you. Has watched you in that damn club enough times to know your body and how it moves. Seeing it like this—in the stark midsummer heat, bright rays of sunlight beating down on your skin—is new, though.

Your legs are nothing new to him. The dresses you wear leave little to the imagination, not that he cares.

Yet he finds his lips parting, then closing to make way for a gulp so deep it's a miracle he doesn't choke on his own tongue.

Like a cartoon character, he practically dives behind a tree. Thinks it would be embarrassing to be caught looking so eagerly for you; as if the fact he arrived first meant he was keen.

Desperation reeks, and the last thing he wants is you turning your nose up in his direction.

He waits it out. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. Checks the reflection in a car window that barely outlines you, but gives him enough clarity to know you're facing away. He emerges with a grin on his face as if he hasn't just started sweating at the mere thought of greeting you.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He beams, 'cause if he doesn't smile, his tongue might fall out of his mouth or something stupid like that. It'd stretch right to the floor, just to make him trip over himself.

His over-affectionate words are just a joke, but there's sure as hell some truth to them.

It's when he notices your glitter that he knows he has to get his head sorted out.

Looks like a fairy, he thinks to himself, but doesn't voice. Decides you'd look pretty cute in a pair of wings.

But then you're pouting, and Jungkook worries he's fucked everything up already.

Still thinks you're pretty, but also thinks it's scary to see you look upset because of him. He doesn't know how to fix it. His hands are too clumsy and how can he be expected to hold together a girl he's not even sure he's allowed to touch? Your brows are furrowing, and his tummy is turning, and—

"I'm wearing white!" You whine—but then you're laughing, too, and it's not just the glitter around your eyes that's sparkling. It's your whole entire aura. Jungkook's lungs deflate. Didn't realise how close he was to passing out. "You asshole! You could have warned me!"

A grin settles on his lips as he begins to poke at the ring in his lip with the pointed tip of his tongue. He's enjoying this. Taking pleasure in your little paddy.

It's just 'cause he's relieved, and self-soothing the anxieties that had previously taken over him. Doesn't realise what a menace he looks like when he's toying with his lip ring.

"Oh, chill out, Disco Ball," he teases, thinking very little of it. Isn't stupid so obviously knows that white shirts tend to go see through—but it's a waterpark. Who cares? No one's gonna notice.

He realises just how wrong he is a little while later.

Not when random guys are checking you out, or when the creep by the pool made too many unwanted glances.

No, he realises he's wrong far earlier.

He realises it when he first drags you into the line of a fountain; when he's the one making you wet. When your hair sticks to your skin, and when your glitter is teamed with the twinkle of sunlight reflected in rivulets of water trailing down your neck and disappearing into your cleavage.

He asks you if you're still scared.

Wonders if you realise just how terrified he is, instead.

It's not like he has any reason to be scared. Nothing's happening. He's just teasing you.

But—God—it's his favourite way to flirt.

You just look so pretty, and he knows that you're strictly off-limits, but what if you weren't? What if Jimin had never taken you home? What if Jungkook had stopped serving you earlier that night? What if things had never happened in the way that they did?

It's not even like he's ready for anything, or like he actively wants anything to happen between the pair of you, it's just that you're so pretty when you laugh.

And all you ever seem to do around him is laugh.

The pickle he's in is all his own doing, mind you.

You laugh because it's easy. Because he's fun. Because he's teasing you.

To tease is to flirt, and Jungkook knows he shouldn't, but to tease is to also make you laugh. It's a catch 22. Even when he wins, he loses. Story of his life.

By that metric, to lose is also to win. It's a much nicer way to think about things.

He'll take the loss of seeing if you could be something more together, if it means that he wins having you around regardless of the way he feels.

'Cause yes, you're pretty when you laugh and okay, maybe he has thought about what it might feel like to kiss you, but he also knows how comforting you are when you give him advice. He knows how much he can rely on you to remedy a bad mood, and how you'll always say yes to his weird ideas, even if you do give him a slight look of disdain before agreeing to it.

He's made the mistake of fucking a friend once before. He'll be damned if he does it again.

But in the dark of night, as a fleck of glitter sparkles on his hand, he wraps his fingers around a part of him that no 'friend' should ever become acquainted with.

He lets himself imagine what it could be like. What you could be like. Feel like. Taste like. Sound like.

He doesn't finish. Stops before he can really get into it, 'cause Jimin's face keeps popping up against Jungkook's will, and if there's one boundary he does have, it's jacking off to the mental image of Jimin.

So, for the second time in twenty-four hours, he slaps himself across the face. Tells himself to pull it together.

Subsequently, but rather unsurprisingly, he spends the next six months doing the absolute opposite.