Jungkook pushed himself up to a sitting position. He needed to make the best of this. Reaching for his phone, he dialed Nam-ju. It rang once before she picked up.

“Yes, Baby J. Fuck the handsome stranger. Love you, bye!” And the call clicked off.

Jeon Jungkook dialed again and the ring was cut off mid-tone as Kim Nam-ju answered again.

“Joonnie, don’t hang up on me!” he shouted at her.

“Get off the phone and fuck the guy, Baby J,” Nam-ju countered.

“He’s at work.”

“Would you fuck him if he wasn’t?” Jungkook could hear Nam-ju laughing.

“Of course not.”

“Why not? If you think he's handsome, why wouldn't you go for the gold? Get that one? Go for the gold. Like a condom wrapper. Gold wrappers. Big dicks.” Nam-ju's sentence dissolved into uncontrollable and unhelpful laughter.

“Kim Nam-ju. Be serious. Please.” Jungkook had a desperate edge to his voice that caused Nam-ju to stop laughing.

“I am being serious, Jungkook.” Oh, now she was cutting out the nicknames. That meant she was being serious. “If you’re attracted to him, pursue him. That’s what people do. Literally almost everyone but you understands this. Having shitty parents doesn't mean you have to be emotionally alone forever and it especially doesn't mean you need to jerk off alone for the rest of your life.”

Jungkook was listening to what she was saying, but couldn't help the chuckle at the knowledge he didn't jerk off alone this morning. The thought of Kim Seokjin watching him made his cock start to rise again. Fuck.

“Fuck?” Nam-ju questioned him. Apparently he hadn't thought that last part after all.

Jungkook was silent.

“Baby J, listen to me. I'm being one hundred percent serious with you and then I’m going to hang up because you’re seriously intruding on the hot ass man I’m trying to get, okay? You are amazing, Jungkook. You are so, so beautiful and cute, and you are smart and persistent and kind. One of my favorite things about you is that you collect those old Bibles, and I know you do it because no one else will so you want to be the one to do it. You take so much on yourself, and into your heart, and you force yourself into solitude, and it fucking kills me to see you do it. There is so much of you to love, and if you are so resistant to letting someone love you, then at least let them fuck you. You let me in. You're different with me, and I don't know why, but let someone else get to know the Jungkook I know some time, okay? Now go. I love you and I'll be home in three days.” With that, Nam-ju hung up for the second time.

Jungkook looked at the call ending on his screen which then lit up with a text from... Kim Taehyung? Before Jungkook could read it, the screen went black.

He pressed the home button, trying to turn it back on, but it was useless.

His phone chose that exact moment to stop working again.

Jeon Jungkook sighed and threw the phone onto the bed.

Well. Kim Taehyung. Maybe Taehyung was interested in him after all? If someone like Taehyung was interested, even after thinking Jungkook stood him up, maybe it wasn't so unreasonable to think Kim Seokjin might be interested, too.

Jungkook didn't want to think himself in circles over it all day, so he decided to bide his time until Kim Seokjin got home and then maybe he'd see if the attraction was there, or whether he'd only imagined it.

Then if it ended up going all tits up, Nam-ju would be home in three days and he could crash with her. Jungkook reasoned he could survive anything for three days, even sleeping in his car.

He dumped everything in his duffel bag out onto the bed to see what he had packed.

He didn't have anything nicelooking.

Everything he had grabbed was his usual jeans and t-shirts, and they were all wrinkled from being thrown in so haphazardly.

Jungkook picked out the shirt that was the least wrinkled and brought it with him into the bathroom, laying it over the towel rack.

He turned the water in the shower to as hot as it would go and then pulled the bathroom door closed.

It was a trick Nam-ju had taught him, since neither of them had a washer or dryer in their apartments.

Heading to the kitchen, Jungkook opened the refrigerator door and saw it was fully stocked with a wide assortment of fresh groceries.

He found some homemade jar of kimchi ( salty and spicy fermented cabbage) and rib eye fillet, cut into strips on the bottom shelf and he opened the crisper drawer and found a bag with pre-peeled & julienned carrot, a bag of whole green onions bell pepper fresh spinach and shiitake mushroom - cleaned, stems removed & thinly sliced.

Jeon Jungkook closed the fridge and opened a few cupboards until he found the pantry.

It was as well stocked as the fridge, and Jungkook rifled through until he found some sweet potato Noddles, soy sauce, pepper, sesame seeds and some toasted sugar.

It wouldn't be anything fancy, but Jungkook wasn't anything fancy either.

If what he could offer wasn't good enough for Kim Seokjin, he wanted to know sooner rather than later.

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Kim Seokjin opened the front door of his condo and was immediately overwhelmed by the most amazing smell of onions, garlic, sesame seeds and soy sauce.

He found Jungkook in his kitchen, standing in front of the stove, tongs held in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.

Jeon Jungkook poked at whatever he had in the pan and then flipped it over, nodding his head.

“Jungkook?” Seokjin spoke, setting his keys down on the edge of the breakfast bar as Jungkook jumped.

“Shit. You’re home. I didn't hear you. It's not ready. Shit.” Jeon Jungkook turned briefly to look at Seokjin and then quickly returned his attention to the stove, fussing over whatever was in the pan while he muttered to himself.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” Kim Seokjin asked, keeping one eye on his nervous house guest as he poured himself a glass of wine.

“I was making you dinner, making us dinner. Making dinner for us. But I didn’t think you’d be home so soon. It needs about five more minutes. I’m sorry.”

What on earth was Jungkook apologizing for? Kim Seokjin couldn't remember the last time someone had cooked for him.

It was such a thoughtful gesture, and there were feelings swelling in Seokjin's chest that he did his best to squash before he approached Jeon Jungkook at the stove.

Kim Seokjin sidled in close to Jungkook, deliberately pressing his chest against Jungkook’s back and looking over his shoulder to see what was going on in the pan.

“Did you make Japchae (Korean glass noodle stir fry) ?” Seokjin questioned, moving in closer as he leaned over Jungkook to smell the stir frying marinated meat and soy sauce cooking on his stove.

Jungkook nodded against him, and Kim Seokjin was certain Jeon Jungkook shifted his weight back and leaned into his chest. Seokjin turned his head slightly, exhaling a breath into Jungkook’s neck.

“Thank you, Little Red. That's very thoughtful of you. I’ll go change out of my work clothes while you finish up." Kim Seokjin forced himself away from Jeon Jungkook and headed to his bedroom to change.

Stripping off his slacks, Seokjin pulled a pair of plaid pajama pants on and over his hardening cock, pressing down to alleviate the pressure formed between his legs by Jungkook looking so comfortable in his home.

It was like every wet dream Kim Seokjin ever had about Jeon Jungkook came to life in the last twenty-four hours and now someone had stuck a domestic little housewife cherry on top.

/~/ Pls ignore the moodboard because I have no idea what did I just made 😭. I hope you are enjoying this book. Do let me know ❤️