Jungkook Fluff

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The doorbell rang. I sighed, pausing the Kdrama I was watching and got up from my comfortable spot on the sofa. "Who is it?" I called out as my bare feet pattered up to the door. I opened it and was surprised to see my best friend Jungkook standing outside. "Jungkook! What are you doing here?"

Then I noticed the scratch on his cheek. "Jungkook! Are you okay?" I gasped, bringing my hand up to his face. Then I found the corner of his lip was bleeding too. "What happened?" I pulled him inside and brought him upstairs to my room, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting both of us down on my bed. He had been silent until then, but he spoke, "I got in a fight with Eunwoo," "Why? You guys are best friends!" "Ah, it's a long story," Jungkook sighed.

"Okay, stop talking now," I brought an alcohol swab up to his lips, cupping his face with my hand. He winced when the alcohol stung his lips, jerking his head back. "Stop moving!" I laughed as he ran away from me and I chased him around the room. "Fine, fine," He finally sat back down on the bed. I finished cleaning his wound, and I touched it lightly with my hand. "Does it hurt?" "A bit," he responded. Then I realized how intimate the position we were in was, and I looked away. 

"Do you have any more wounds?" I asked, trying to change the subject but not really succeeding. "Um, no," Jungkook answered. I knew he was lying. "Where?" "On my back and chest. Eunwoo ripped my shirt off, I changed in the car,"

I climbed on the bed behind him as he took off his jacket and shirt, and I tried not to get distracted by his beautifully sculpted muscles. After I was done with his back, I told him to lay down so I could treat his front as well. Jungkook slowly laid down, kind of embarrassed, and I didn't look at him, because I knew I would start blushing. I tried not to touch him too much, so it took a bit longer. By the time I was finished, Jungkook was fast asleep. I smiled at his sleeping face. He was so cute. I gently patted his soft hair, and he twitched in his sleep. I snatched my hand away in alarm, but his eyes stayed closed. 

"You gotta be careful, Kookie," I whispered. "Do you know how worried I was? I don't want you to get hurt," I decided he had probably had a long day and pulled the covers over him. "Goodnight, Kook," I walked out of the room and turned out the light.