Jungkook was frustrated.

For two reasons: Firstly, Jungkook couldn't bring it over himself to confess like he had planned to. Really, once he had sent that stupid fucking message he had promised himself that he would take the chance and come clear. Awful timing considering that she'd be mad as hell, but it was either now or never.

The second reason was, that his stupid-as-shit roommate just didn't get the message. God, what did he have to do to make her understand that he was but a hopeless fool in love with her.

Confess, idiot. A very reasonable voice inside his head provided.

Well, the fact that she was sitting on his lap, without any complaints, letting her hug him and touch her as if he was suicidal was actually kinda making him feel confident.

"Y'know, I felt like a creep all along." She rambled on, referring to her ridiculous need for consent to put him in her work, "Now I don't wanna be extra disrespectful by just proceeding with my work, without making sure you're okay, you know?" Why was she saying you know so much?, "Like, fuck, Kook, I don't wanna be an asshole - not really at least, you know that, right?" Of course he did.

He pressed one hand against her mouth, making her glare at him, "Look, Bambi, you can draw me how-fucking-ever you want. I like you, okay? Hell, you can do with me whatever you want, it doesn't matter to me. Please relax, for fuck's sake."

Just like that, he said it. Wow, that was easier than he thought.

She stiffened, eyes widening. At least she didn't laugh at him. Not that he would've complained too much.

She removed his hand from her mouth, glaring down at him once again. "What the fuck, Jeon? You can't just say that right after seeing the fucking gay porn I made."

He laughed relieved. Her anger was alright. He could deal with her defense mechanisms. He understood them. This wasn't a rejection. "I can and I did." His free hand came up to stroke her hair out of her face, cheeky smile on his lips, "I like you, Bambi."

"You're cheesy." She huffed.

"So?" He cocked a brow challengingly.

"I guess you can, like, take me out on a date or whatever."

He beamed, "Without Jee?"

"Yeah, without Jee." She rolled her eyes, before she got squeezed into yet another hug with a yelp.

She felt soft and fuzzy in his arms. Like the giant plushie he had won at a fair as a child once (his mom had thrown it away right after :c).

She was soso close to him, it would've been easy to kiss her. It would've been easy, now that he knew that she was open to try... well, something with him. Whatever she wanted, honestly.

"You sure you don't wanna act out one of your scenes-?"

"Motherfucker-"

He yelped when she hit his shoulder, unable so suppress his laughter.

It was weird how casual the exchange seemed. Like he hadn't just confessed. He liked how casual she was with it. It just showed how comfortable she felt with him.

He was proud of that achievement, in all honesty. Knowing that she felt comfortable around him at all times was so much more important than her reciprocating his feelings.

He tapped one finger underneath her chin, other hand gently stroking over her right arm - he sure was being brave today.

"So, a date?"

"Yup."

"How about on new year's eve? S' just around the corner."

She rolled her eyes, as if she wasn't smiling, "That's cheesy."

"You're repeating yourself."

"Because it is."

"So new year's eve." He decided, before sliding the hand on her arm up to resting on top of her shoulder, gently pulling her forward, "Wanna watch a movie for now?"

She nodded, pink blush spreading on her cheeks the only indicator for how she felt in the moment. God, he was so fucking over the moon for her.

She didn't complain or fight against his physical affections, seemed more like a doll who's been detached from her strings - unusually pliant. Maybe it was the relief she felt after realizing that he wasn't mad, maybe she even felt somewhat more confident after his confessions.

It was around midnight when her phone rang in her back pocket. She was still sat in his lap and Jungkook grinned at her menacingly when he reached around to fish it out, handing it her with an innocent smile.

She rolled her eyes, back straightening when she picked up, free hand supporting herself by resting on his shoulder, face slightly higher than his now, "Yeah? Mom?"

...

She groaned, "Really bad fuckin' timing." He heard a loud voice on the other end and then Y/N bit back a smile, "No way, you two will end up plotting against me again."

"What's up?" Jungkook whispered.

"Nothing." She whispered back.

"Mom, really - no."

"What?" Jungkook insisted.

She lifted her phone away from her ear a little, "Mom wants to invite us over for new year's eve."

"Well, let her then."

"But what about our date-"

"We can always go another time. Or we can have our date there-"

"That's fucking lame."

"You're lame."

"Fuck you-" She put her phone back against her era, "No, mom, Jungkook doesn't really want to go either-"

This little prick-

He snatched the phone out of her hand, "Hello, Miri-ssi."

"Oh, hello Jungkookie." Hwang Miri chirped through the phone, "Do you really not want to come? It's so sad, I'd love to cook for you two sweethearts-"

"We'll gladly come, Miri-ssi." He said warmly, while flipping off his roommate who was trying to get a hold of the phone, "-no, no she was lying about that." He made eye contact with her, "My only other option would be dinner with my mother's family." Y/N halted immediately, looking away embarrassed.

When he hung up, she was totally sulking, making Jungkook pull her towards him by her wrist, "I like your mom, she kind feels like a real mom, you know? She... reminds me of the mother I would've wanted Shiro to be for me."

Y/N pouted, "But does it really have to be on new year?"

He flicked her forehead, "Yes."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

She giggled (SHE GIGGLED!), "No, I don't." She bit her lips, smiling down at Jungkook, "If I don't watch out mom's gonna end up stealing you from me tho."

He blinked, "What?"

She shook her head, leaning closer, "Nothing. You idiot." He could feel her breath on his lips.

If someone would've told her only this morning that SHE would end up being the one initiating their first kiss, he would've laughed at them. It's just not part of the things she simply does.

But she did, and when she leaned in all the way until their lips met, Jungkook's brain was running around screaming in his head. Something probably caught fire in there as well.

She was a pretty clumsy kisser, not really knowing what to do once their lips touched, but it made her all the more charming.

He smiled into their kiss, one hand coming up to gently cup the back of her neck and press her closer, head tilting to deepen the kiss. His lips opened against her's, gently guiding her, who had quickly gotten less confident.

Jungkook wanted to reassure her and tell her that she was doing an amazing fucking job - but one doesn't do that easily whilst kissing.

He used his other free hand to wrap around her middle, steading her while she was trying to press closer, lips opening and tongue darting out to lick over her upper lip.

He was dizzy, but really all he hoped for was that she felt the same.

"Damn, Bambi." Jungkook mumbled with a cheeky grin, probably (hopefully) annoying the fuck out of her.

"God, shut up."

"Not my name but I don't mind you calling me that."

"Be careful, my knee is right above your dick."

"Oh, I'm very aware of that."

"Oh my god."

"Then don't talk about my dick while kissing me."

She laughed - actually, really laughed. With crinkling eyes, shaking shoulders and palm pressed against lips and all. A truly heartfelt kind of laughing.

That's new.

He cocked his head to the side, "Glad that you can laugh about my misery."

"Quit being so dramatic."

"Make me."

She rolled her eyes before leaning down and kissing him again.

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Yup, there are only very little chapters left.

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