Jungkook wasn't quite sure where her sudden smiley-ness was coming from but he sure as fuck wasn't complaining. It was as if she'd just needed some time to grow into their current situation (being surrounded by hundreds of what she would probably refer to as 'devil spawns').

"What?" She laughed at his probably confused looking smile, turning her head away.

"Nothing." He mused grinning, "Just wondering what got you so happy."

She cleared her throat, trying to will down her smile into a calmer expression (key word: trying), "Nothing, nothing."

There was something about his usually grumpy, gloomy roommate being in such a light mood that he found to be just irresistibly cute. And not the kind of irresistible that had him jerking off every morning.

"Hey, Jee, buddy." Hoseok's voice drew their attention onto him. He was kneeling down with a bright smile, holding his hands out for Jee, "You wanna go to the otters now? I promise they're fu- darn adorable."

Jee nodded excitedly, letting his sunny Hyung drag him away from the other two, who were both throwing Hoseok glares, to latter's delight.

"He really thinks he can steal us our satan spawn, huh?" Y/N crossed her arms in front of her chest, eyes hefted onto Hoseok's back.

Jungkook laughed, "Jee's so flimsy." When in reality he just realized that he'd underestimated Hobi's potential of getting him to be alone with Y/N, if even just for a bit. They never saw each other outside of the safe walls of their apartment, rarely ever having met in uni - he wanted to get to know her more than just the day-to-day Y/N.

He wasn't really sure what this meant yet - his wish of getting to know her as closely as possible.

She'd long averted her eyes back to the waters on her left side, slowly strolling through the glass tunnel. Her face was illuminated by the lights breaking through the liquid, gentle blue shine tinting her features as her eyes roamed over the animals swimming over their heads.

One thing Jungkook had noticed about her was how observative she was and how concentrated she always seemed to take in her surroundings - something that just comes with being an artist, Jungkook guessed, unable to stop himself from just blandly staring at her smiling.

"Manta rays." She blurted out absentmindedly, "What Jee said about them, I mean. That was pretty cool."

"Yeah, true." Jungkook didn't tell her that he'd been the one giving Jee the words to utter his thoughts, "He was right tho."

"So you also think I'm just a big, flat fish?" She looked at him accusingly.

He snorted, "Were you... even listening to what he said."

She breathed out a laugh, waving it off, "I did, god, I was just joking. Idiot."

He gently bumped his shoulder against hers, cocking one brow, "You couldn't've just taken the compliment?"

She looked away embarrassed.

It was strange how such a little action could cause such a giant tumult inside Jungkook. Like sirens going off in his brain, flaring 'DO THAT AGAIN, MAKE HER DO THAT AGAIN'. He blinked them away though, just trying to concentrate on the here and now, as they were strolling through the aquarium.

He had no clue how and when, but Jungkook might have to admit to himself that he did end up falling for his roommate. His unsociable, angsty, gremlin roommate. Wow.

It started with mere physical attraction - Jungkook had understood where it was coming from. But it wasn't just that anymore and it was slowly dawning on him.

Oh god, what was he supposed to do with that.

They didn't even get along most of the time.

"Hyung! Noona!" Jee ripped him out of his thoughts, the little boy waving at them aggressively, a relieved Hoseok standing behind him, trying to keep him from falling into the otter tank, "You have to see this!"

Like the good babysitter he is, did Jungkook dutifully jog over to take the responsibly of keeping a little boy from drowning off Hobi's shoulders.

He didn't turn around to look at Y/N, knowing that she was following close by.

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Jee had been fast asleep as we'd gotten him home, sleeping soundly in Jungkook's arms, little nose pressed into his Hyung's neck.

Though Yoona'd had a peaceful day without him, she seemed relieved to have her son back safely.

The little shit could be a nuisance sometime, but I admit he did do a good job at keeping Jungkook and me busy.

For example when my mind was about to implode because of a very special shared moment with my roommate, in this super fucking romantic fish tank.

Jungkook had been trailing behind when we walked back home, chilly night air making me hurry to get inside as soon as possible.

His snappy tone told me that his mother called.

"Jesus fuck, look at this mess." I sighed out loud as I entered our apartment, throwing the keys onto the counter, trying to ignore the messy kitchen as best as I could. Jungkook had insisted on making snacks for the trip, but of course the shitbag didn't think of cleaning up, "You remove this trash, got it?"

My roommate had entered as well by now, holding up a hand to shush me (rude) while listening to his mother with a frown.

I threw a wet cloth at him, "Fuck you, I don't care who's on the phone-" I gestured towards the mess behind me wildly, "-look at this crap, I want this gone now."

He rolled his eyes (this fucker) making small affirmative noises into the speaker, "Sure, sure. Yeah. We'll see how it'll go-" How what will go? "Just remember that you brought this up, Shiro."

Does he call his mom by her first name?

He hung up, pocketing his phone before collecting the cloth I'd thrown at him earlier from the ground, "Jeez you're so fucking annoying, you know that?"

"Shut up, asshole."

He hummed amused, "Mom wants us over for dinner."

I stopped, "Us?"

"M-hmm."

"Me too?"

"Yes."

"Why tho?" I looked at him puzzled, following him around as he started to clean up, "It's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything."

His arm dropped, amused look flattening, "...so?" He said quietly.

"I mean, it's not exactly common practice to invite your son's roommate over." I crossed my arms, leaning against the counter behind me. 

-promptly regretting doing so, because now there was Ketchup stuck to my back.

"Well, my mom's a little different." He answered, voice strangely monotone, "I told you she likes to have her finger on every aspect of my life."

"That's fucked."

"You're saying that now, cause' it inconveniences you." He looked at me half-joking half-accusingly.

"Partly, yes." I joked, uncrossing my arms, "But for real tho, why is she so sure that I'll come?"

"...cause' I told her you will-

"- YOU WHAT?!"

"Jeez, calm down." He lifted his arms defensively, soap and water drops running down the tattooed skin, "It's not gonna be a big deal..." He hesitated, "I kinda... want her to get to know you."

I cocked a brow, head swaying to the side slightly, "Why so?"

"Well..." He scratched his neck sheepishly, "You are... something."

"What do you mean with that?"

"You're like the embodiment of everything my mom wouldn't want in her child, y'know?" He grinned, "Loud, mouthy, sleep-deprived, probably can't do math, introverted, an artist."

"Okay, first of all fuck you-"

He put a soapy finger in front of my lips (ew), "Shhh, Bambi. This wasn't an insult. That's a good thing. You're perfect as you are." He grinned impishly, "That's why I'd like to formerly ask you to act as much like yourself as possible when we have dinner with my mother."

I stared at the finger still resting on my lips, asking myself why he would want me to cuss in front of his mom. Then I understood and felt like an idiot.

I swatted his finger away, "Manic pixie dream girl, at your service." I wiped the soap off my lips, "You're a terrible son, you know that?"

He nodded proudly, "Yes."

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soap isn't tasty

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