Mission Mate with Y/N
Stage ????
Don't drink the water if it smells like it isn't water.

Jungkook's POV
She thinks that he doesn't see it but he can.

Y/N's avoiding him.

No matter how many times Jungkook attempts to entice her into spending time with him, she somehow manages to avoid it.

"Noona, I'm bored. Let's see a movie."

"Sorry. I have an assignment due."

"Let's eat something, Noona!"

"Jungkook I have a class in thirty minutes. M-maybe you can go eat with Jimin?"

"Cuddle with me, Noona!"

"Sorry, Kookie, I've got errands to run!"

Day after day, she flees like a mouse in the vision of a cat when he enters the room. At night at least she allows him to snuggle with her, but she doesn't speak at all, and she lays stiffly in his arms.

As if she doesn't know how to relax around him.

It isn't a angry kind of avoidance; it almost seems like she's afraid of him, or nervous.

Jungkook doesn't understand it.

He's been so good.

Not once has he made a move on Y/N.

Not once has he let the pitch of his voice drop into that low-and-dark tone that makes her face go gorgeously red.

Not once has he intentionally stripped in front of her, or let his fingers drag across the silky smoothness of her skin.

Even though he's wanted to desperately, Jungkook has been totally successful in repressing his desires for Y/N.

But she's still avoiding him.

Like right now, as he lays limply on the floor of Jimin's apartment and stares up at the ceiling. Hoseok and Taehyung are napping on the couch, laid out on either side of the long piece of furniture with their mouths hanging wide open in slumber.

It's late afternoon, soon to be evening, and Jungkook's feeling very abandoned.

Y/N was supposed to be back from class ten minutes ago, but there's been no sign of her. Not a call. Not a text.

Jungkook can't help the bit of worry creeping into his chest as he runs his fingers absently over the fluffy carpet.

What if she got kidnapped, or hit by a car? What's if something bad's happened to her?

But, in all reality, he understands the situation.

She's probably fine.

She just hasn't returned because she knows that he's here, waiting for her.

That hurts.

"Where the heck is Y/N?" Jimin comes pacing into the living room, dressed for a night out.

His outfit is stylish, ripped black jeans that stick to his form like glue and a long sleeved, black and white striped shirt. He's got on eyeliner, and his ears are at full piercing-carrying capacity.

Grasped in his hand is his phone, on which he's feverishly punching buttons.

"Lying idiot," he growls through full pink lips and gritted teeth. "She said she'd be back by now. I've got plans tonight."

Jungkook sighs, bumping his red shoes together. "She won't come back. I'm here."

That makes Jimin pause with raised brows. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"She's avoiding me," Jungkook says, pouting.

A heavy sigh heaves out of Jimin's chest, and his hand comes up, brushing away his orange bangs so he can pinch the bridge of his nose. "What happened this time?"

Jungkook shrugs. That's a good question.

"Holy crap!" The words explode out of Jimin suddenly, startling Hoseok awake. Taehyung, however, remains dead to the world.

"Y/N needs to freaking relax," Jimin says, setting his hands on his hips like a mother scolding a child. "She hasn't even been taking care of you! You've been at my house constantly for the past week! She has to stop stressing over you!"

"I know," Jungkook whines, rolling into his stomach. He buries his face in the carpet, miserable.

Why can't they just be how they were before?

"You know what?" Jimin stops out of the room. Jungkook can hear his steps clack onto the tile floor of the kitchen, and a cabinet creaks open.

He comes in a moment later with a plastic shopping bag. The tinkling of glass bumping glass comes from inside.

"Here," Jimin says, shoving the bag into Jungkook's hands. "Give this to Y/N when she gets back, and tell her to loosen up."

Jungkook peers inside the plastic, seeing a bunch of green glass bottles inside. "What is it?" he asks curiously.

Jimin scratches his head and glances at his watch. "It's a special drink that'll make her happy. Pour it in a cup, okay? And if she tries to say no, make her drink it."

Happy drink?

Jungkook fixates his gaze on the older man, doubtful. "This will really make her happy?"

"I promise," Jimin replies with a slight grin. His phone vibrates in his hand, and his eyes narrow as he glances down at it. "She'll be another hour. I don't have time to wait that long. We have reservations."

"I'll be fine by myself," Jungkook offers. Although he looks hesitant, imagining all the things that could go wrong with leaving the rabbit alone, Jimin takes him up on it.

"Okay, yeah. We' ll do that." Glancing at Taehyung, still asleep on the couch, and Hoseok, who's lazily dozing off again, Jimin claps his hands. "Hey, you bums! If you want to come with me tonight, then get your ferret butts up!"

Hoseok shakes Taehyung awake, and together they stumble after Jimin and Jungkook into the hall.

Jimin unlocks Y/N's apartment for Jungkook with his extra key. "Be good. Don't burn the place down until Y/N gets back; she should be back in around an hour. Oh, and remember to give her the drink, Jungkookie!" A smirk makes its way across the man's full lips. "See ya!"

"Bye, hyungs," Jungkook says, closing the door as they leave. He flicks the lock and turns, carting the bag of happy drinks into the kitchen.

What in them makes someone happy?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Jungkook takes one of the bottles out and swishes the clear liquid around. It looks like water. Is it special water?

Jimin said it's for Y/N...but why can't Jungkook try it?

He wants to be happy too.

Opening one of the bottles, Jungkook follows Jimin's instructions, pouring the happy drink into a small cup.

He wafts the cup near his nose and sniffs, recoiling at the scent.

This is supposed to make him happy?

But, oh well. If it's meant for Y/N, Jungkook knows he can drink it without getting hurt.

Jimin hyung would never hurt his Noona.

So Jungkook brings the cup to his lips and downs the entire glass in one go.

He can't wait to be happy.

***

Y/N's POV

You've received a new message!

FreakingParkJimin🤬: Hey, I had somewhere to be so I left Jungkook at your apartment. That was about 45 minutes ago lol. He has a present for you 😋 hurry home!

The text has only been read for a minute, but you're already running.

Running.

Your backpack thumps rhythmically against your spine, reinforcing your urgency.

Is Jimin crazy?!

How can he leave Jungkook alone?

You were supposed to study with a group of girls in the library, but now that's the last thing on your mind. All you can think about is returning to find the building in ashes and Jungkook in the back of an ambulance, burnt to a crisp.

You might be putting some space between you, but you don't want him dead!

At your apartment building, there's no smoke streaming out the windows or firetrucks hosing down a wild flame.

Okay. Good signs.

You take the stairs because you don't want to wait for the elevator, stepping up as fast as you can. Reaching your apartment in record time, you scramble with the key and slam open the door.

"Jungkook?" you call.

Nothing.

You bite your lip and tread deeper into the room, looking for him.

What if he was trying to cook and accidentally cut himself? What if he broke something and stepped on the pieces? What if-

A giggle drifts to you from your bedroom, and your chest deflates with relief.

"Kook!" you yell. "Are you th-"

As you go by the kitchen, something catches your eye through the open door. There's a plastic bag in the counter, folded down around a bunch of grass-colored bottles.

"Soju?" you mumble to yourself, wandering closer to expect. "I don't have any..."

You trail off in horror.

Two of the glass bottles are totally empty, and a third holds clear liquid that sloshes at the half-way point.

Holy crap.

Another giggle floats through the hall, but this time you know what it's stemming from.

"Jungkook?" you call hesitantly, creeping through your apartment. You follow the audible trail of inebriated laughter into your bedroom, grimacing at the trail of shed clothing that accompanies it.

A pair of jeans, and then a belt. You almost trip over the T-shirt, but barely manage to hop over it and step into your room.

There's a pair of boxers thrown haphazardly over the bed.

The bathroom door is open.

You hustle over to it, peeking your head around the corner, and gasp in dismay at the sight inside.

"Noona, hurrah!" Jungkook slurs happily when he sees your face. "You came back I missed yoooooouuuu Noona."

He's sitting sideways in the bathtub, bare muscular thighs propped up over the porcelain side, and he's totally naked except for his socks and a pair of cherry red Nike basketball shoes.

Oh sweet mother of bunnies.

There are bubbles in the water which (thankfully) obscure any private parts, the water pooling up to around his thighs and his abs.

"Noona," he coos, waving his red shoes back and forth. "Do you wanna take a bath with me?"

Mayday. Kang Y/N is going down.

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