"What is this one?"

You vaguely hear Jungkook mumble this to himself as he scrolls through the selection of movies on Netflix in the living room.

It's a Friday night and, with your lack of classes tomorrow and Jungkook being off work, the two of you have decided to abandon all social calendars and hibernate through the weekend, not emerging back into the public until absolutely necessary.

The last week has been exhausting.

Finals are starting to appear in the distance, and just the thought alone makes your stress skyrocket into the stratosphere. On top of that, Jungkook's been on the late shifts all week, not stumbling home until almost midnight some nights, tired and zombie-like. Usually, he collapses into bed next to your unconscious form and doesn't see you until the next day.

You're starting to miss his presence when you return home from school, and the gentle brightness of his grin greeting you when you walk in from school. That's what always convinced you that everything was with it, and you weren't alone. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen much anymore.

It's hard, but you suppose that it's life.

Therefore, in a rebellious attempt to momentarily push life out of the window and seize hold of your love while he's off work and you're off of school, you're doing a whole weekend of alone time.

Starting with a movie night.

As the door of the microwave starts to creak closed in front of the bag of popcorn you've just placed inside, Jungkook's voice carries softly to the kitchen once again.

"Noona," he calls. "What is-" the slam of the microwave door momentarily blurs his voice, and you miss the middle of his question-"...Excel?"

Without waiting for your answer, you hear the click of the remote, and the opening credits begin to play.

Excel? Could it be some kind of computer documentary?

Sighing, you mentally prep yourself for two hours of boredom. You thought he would pick Iron Man or something cool like that, but no.

A freaking documentary on Excel.

"It's a computer program," you sigh, peeping your head in momentarily so your voice is clear and strong. "I'll warn you, it probably won't be the most exciting movie to- HOLY CRAP JUNGKOOK!"

It hits you all at once, then.

That middle part of Jungkook's question was vitally important, and you should've asked him to repeat himself before he started watching the movie.

Because, if you had done that, you might not be watching Channing Tatum dancing shirtless all up on some random woman.

Not Excel, Y/N.

XL.

Magic Mike XXL.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Abandoning your popcorn, you fly into the living room, waving your arms around like you're on fire.

You haven't even made it two freaking minutes into your alone time before things have gone wrong. How is this even possible??

When you dive onto Jungkook in order to slap the remote from his hand, you fly like you've never flown before; arms outspread, head thrown back, short billowing like the sail of a ship.

You probably look like a half-dead flying squirrel, but you feel like an magnificent eagle.

"Oof!" The breath whooshes out of the brown-haired man when you land on his stomach, knocking him back on the couch as you throw out an elbow to disarm him.

The remote flies to the other end of the couch, followed shortly by yourself as you fling your body across the cushions to retrieve it.

Jungkook wheezes for air across the sofa while you maneuver the remote control and get it off of the male strippers hip thrusting their way across the screen.

"Heck," you pant into the silence of your living room. "Boy, what do you think you're doing??"

"I picked a movie!" defends Jungkook in a sullen manner. He's finally getting his breath back after your unintentional attack to his toned stomach. Gingerly, with a grimace shaping his uneven lips, he lifts his T-shirt up to observe his stomach. "I did what you told me to do, Noona. I think it's going to bruise."

Oh, you know it's going to bruise. You landed hard.

Sighing, you crawl over the couch to him and poke at the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, his skin smooth like silk but the muscle beneath hard enough to be carved from stone.

A red spot has blossomed across his lower abs and belly button, but it's probably going to be a lot darker in another hour.

You wince. "Sorry."

"What was so bad about that, anyways? They were just dancing." His masculine hands clasp around your waist and draw you into his lap.

Ha. Just dancing.

"It's basically light porn for women," you say to him, shaking your head. "Not something you need to be watching."

Leaning back, you let your head rest on the strength of his shoulder.

"Why does it matter if I watch it or not? I've already seen porn." His hands slide up, rubbing softly at your sides. "And we've-"

"Stop." You whip around faster than ever and  clasp your hand over his mouth, cutting off the words that you know were about to follow. "Yes, we've done some things. No need to talk about it. It's embarrassing."

Mischief sparkles in those black eyes, and Jungkook's lips pucker in a tiny kiss beneath your palm.

You remove it, and he speaks immediately.

"I'm not a little boy, Noona. You and I both know that. Especially you." Another wicked grin, and you're caught between melting into a puddle of victimized sex on his lap and tracking down your old buddy The Flyswatter.

"I know you aren't," you say, continuing the conversation as an alternate to doing something more volatile. "It's just, when I look at you...you were my cute little bunny rabbit at one point. There are moments when that's kind of hard to unsee."

A frown works its way across Jungkook's pretty face, angling his dark eyebrows down into a furrow. "We'll you'll have to unsee it. I'm human now, and I'm staying human. You can't see me as your little bunny for the rest of your life."

Of course you can't.

The real question is;  can you ever successfully sweep that little bit if memory under the rug?

You know fully well that Jungkook is a human now, and other than certain personality traits and bits of instinctive behaviors, he's human in every way. 

You just have to get used to it.

Letting his lips clasp tenderly over the curve of your jawline, Jungkook slowly begins to make you forget anything about worrying. His fingers dig into your hips then slip down to curve around your thighs.

He moans softly at the idea of where he's taking this.

"Heck, Jungkook," you sigh as his lips brush against your chin. "Maybe we should've just watched Magic Mike after all. It might be a little safer than this."

He hums our a chuckle. "Don't worry, Noona. We've got all weekend. The movie can come later. I can take notes on it if you want."

He performs a slight body roll under you, abs rippling in an impressive display of flexibility.

You giggle,  but the sound it cuts off when his lips brush yours once, twice, then come again for a deep kiss.

"I suppose the movie can wait," you say breathlessly agains his mouth.

Jungkook smiles and licks his lips.

The two of you never quite get around to watching that movie.

[A/N]
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IM BACK BABY
I'm so sorry for my extended absence. I had to take my college finals and move back to my home state, but now that is all over and I can write again! Sorry again for the wait guys 😭
❤️PB
P.S.  If you don't know what Magic Mike is, it's a movie about male strippers. I'm begging you to not look it up if you're under the age of 17.