"Noona," Jungkook mumbles from behind you where he sits on the bed. "I think I need to find a job."

You're in the bathroom washing the last traces of your makeup, your hair tied up in a messy bun to keep it off of your face. At Jungkook's words, you spare him a glance through the doorway, wary of the trail of soap slithering down the right side of your face. "Why do you say that?"

But you know why.

It's because Jimin found openings at a cafe yesterday and took Taehyung and Hoseok to apply for the jobs.

After returning from the last shop with the handy dandy vial of turn-em-back-into-ferrets juice, you and your orange-haired companion had sat down your beautiful human buddies at your kitchen table. You had pulled the orange liquid out of you pocket and flashed it at the three men, seeing the gleam in their eyes at the sight of a pretty, shiny new substance.

"Do we get to drink it?" Jungkook had asked, followed immediately by Hoseok's statement of, "I want to drink it."

"No," Jimin had stressed. "No one can drink this, unless you want to turn back into animals."

The three had recoiled from the vial like it held deadly poison.

"We just need to dump it down the sink," Jimin had told you. "Get rid of it once and for all, so that there isn't even a chance of an accident happening.

In agreement, you stood and took the vial to the sink, wedging out the cork with a soft pop!
You carefully let a drop of the liquid drip into your sink, but stopped abruptly at the trail of smoke that whisped up from the place that the potion met your sink.

"Holy crap," you had said. "This stuff just burned a hole through the metal. What did Namjoon put in this thing?"

In the end, afraid of dissolving your sink or toilet into nothing and scared that the garbage men might be injured if the vial broke, you placed the potion onto the highest shelf you could reach and pushed it all the way to the back.

You warned the animals off of it anyways. There shouldn't be any problems.

After that, knowing that they were set to stay human forevermore, Taehyung and Hoseok had begun begging to help out their ex-owner with the bills. They now had identification papers, and surnames, and no reason not to help Jimin out.

Kim Taehyung.

Jung Hoseok.

Jeon Jungkook.

Reluctantly, Jimin had relented. They start their new job tomorrow.

And now Jungkook wants in.

With a sigh, the man pushes himself up from the bed and paces into the bathroom, leaning against the counter with an arm on either side of you.

"I know it's hard for you to afford me," Jungkook whines. He places tiny pecks on the side of your neck, narrowly dodging a deluge of water as your rinse your face. "Let me get a job. Let me help you."

You pat a towel across your face to dry it, hiding your expression with the motion.

You aren't too sure if it's a good idea to unleash Jungkook on the public yet. He's been kept relatively sheltered here in the bubble of your apartment, and you're not sure how well he'll deal with all of the attention he'll surely gain when he makes his social debut.

Jungkook is by exactly the most comfortable with loads of attention from people he doesn't know, and that's exactly what he'll get if he tries to work at a cafe or handing out fliers. He'll be bombarded with female attention of all ages.

You're scared he might explode under the pressure.

Drawing the towel back, you pat his arm and catch his ebony gaze in the mirror. "Jungkookie, I don't think that's the best idea."

"Why?" You put your towel down and move into your room with the man following close behind. "I can work. I'm healthy and strong."

You finger the pajama top you've just drawn out of the drawer, spinning on him. "You do know that a job involves talking to people...a lot."

He blanches like a wilted head of broccoli, but firms his jaw. "I can do that."

Can he?

You distinctly remember several trips into public where he flinched at the slightest spot of contact from any human other than you.

With those memories still revolving through your mind like a slideshow, you shake your head again. "I don't know, Kookie. I really think we should wait a bit. I can manage for now, because I only have you. Jimin's got Taehyung and Hoseok, so he kind of has to have the extra income."

You move back into the bathroom again and, as you expect, Jungkook follows on your heels like an insistent puppy. You can practically see the young eagerness in his eyes as he begs you to relent through his gaze.

"Let me work," Jungkook says.

"No," you reply.

You begin taking out your earrings, glancing up in the mirror just in time to see Jungkook pin you with a heated look, his fingers hovering over the first button on his pajama shirt.

"Let me work," he says again. You're frozen, totally captivated by the way he slowly saunters toward you as his fingers dismantle the buttons, revealing his ripped abdomen sliver by sliver.

You get enough of your mind back to shake your head again and attempt to make an escape. In the back of your head, you can't believe what's going on.

Is he trying to seduce you in order to get his way?

As if in answer to your mental question, Jungkook once again traps you between the counter and his body, your back melded to his chest, which is now bared by a fully-unbuttoned shirt.

"Let. Me. Work. Noona, please."

He bites your ear tenderly.

The slight mix of pain amongst the sensation starts your mind up enough for you to push out of his arms and stride back into the bedroom.

If you give in, you're weak.

You get in the bed and throw the covers over you, covering yourself up to the neck so only your face is showing above the blankets, hoping that the action will make you appear as a frumpy, body-less lump to your rabbit, who's currently trying to melt you into submission.

Jungkook emerges from the bathroom and sees you there, wrapped up in the blankets like a human burrito.

"No means no. You aren't getting a job yet," your burritoed self tells him, nodding firmly against the blankets.

For a moment, Jungkook hovers in the doorway to the bathroom, one arm braced on the frame like he's posing for a photo shoot.

The position lets the light coming from behind him turn his pajama shirt into a see-through, translucent wrapping for the strong ridges of the man's body. Jungkook tilts his head, observing you for a second.

His feet pad silently across the room as he approaches you. You pull the blankets up higher around yourself like a shield, so now only your eyes peek out.

You should've covered them, too.

Because, if you had, you could have prevented yourself from drooling over your rabbit as he leisurely, intentionally slides his pajama shirt off. Then his hands loosen the ties at his pants, and they fall to the ground too.

You gulp, sinking further into your tunnel of blankets.

A tiny smirk twitches at Jungkook's lips before he heads toward the bed. But, he's not coming toward his side; he's coming for you.

You will not be conquered.

"I just remembered that I have an appointment right now," you squeak, and then roll across the bed in your cocoon, aiming for the other side.

However, you don't get very far.

A heavy arm slings across your waist, rolling you back into a warm body that's now laid out on the bed in the spot you abandoned.

Jungkook props himself over you on one elbow, mouth crooked in a smug grin. You don't even know how it's possible that the heat of him is already soaking through the thick layer of blankets you've inserted yourself into.

"Where are you going now, Noona?" he asks with eyes sparking in wickedness.

"You cannot get me," you promptly announce to him. "I am in an impenetrable tunnel of blankets. I'm safe."

A dark chuckle works it's way out of his mouth, and he leans down to you in order to place a hot, deep kiss on your pliant lips.

Jungkook follows the line of your jaw with his lips, stopping when the heat of his breath washes over your ear.

"Hasn't anyone told you, Noona?" he whispers in a rough yet silky tone. "Rabbits are really good at burrowing. No tunnel is safe from me." His hands find the seam of your burrito, and he rips it apart.

Then he attacks.

***

You stare at the ceiling, waiting for your heaving pants to calm down as your body cools.

You can't move.

All the energy and life has been totally depleted from your limbs. You can't even lift a finger.

Beside you, Jungkook won't wipe the satisfied grin off of his face. He's splayed out on top of the sheets like a Greek god, bare chest pumping up and down with his heavy breathing.

"Noona," he says in a raspy, melodic voice. "Can I get that job now?"

You pull the blankets over your head and wish you could disappear into the darkness.

[A/N]
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Thank you all for being so patient with me as I've been struggling through this busy time. I'm so sorry that I've taken so long; it's just that, for the first time in a very long time, I've gotten to go home and see my family.
I am very happy.
I love my Lilpockets.
💕💕💕