ONESHOTS

spider!koo

word count: 5592

premise: jungkook loves three things in life: his camera, his freedom, and his friends. yet suddenly, and, may you add, very out of the blue, jungkook also develops a love for rock climbing. joins the campus society. spends all of his free time there. bails on you for it. and you can't for the life of you figure out why. oh, and spiderman comes to your rescue after a night out clubbing. and he smells good. smells a lot like jungkook, actually. no biggie.

pairing: spider!koo x reader

inspiration: erm. spiderman? doesn't really get more self-explanatory does it.

warnings: nothing bad, not even violence, really. lil bit of drinking (because of course, i am me). there's not even much romance, OC just has a big stinkin' crush on koo, cause again, i am me. frequent use of the word cretin, 'cause all of my characters apparently grew up in Britain. yeah that's it I think lol enjoy x

the title was too long hahaha but this is it:

How To Weave A Web Of Lies And (Not) Get Away With It: An Idiots Guide By Jeon Jungkook

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In another lifetime, Jungkook had been a golden retriever.

You were convinced of it.

Big grins, wavy hair that always flopped over his puppy-dog eyes, and a personality so endearing that you could never stay mad at him for too long. All that was missing was a tail - though the camera that he constantly lugged around could have been classified as his fifth limb instead.

His likeness went right down to the way he could pout and get himself out of any kind of trouble. It had worked wonders for him over the last few years. From girlfriends and school teachers, to his aunt and, hell, even you, his best friend, he was able to worm his way out of even the stickiest of situations.

Having grown up together, you'd seen him work his magic on multiple occasions, and had also been lucky enough to benefit from it when you both got into trouble - usually with his aunt, after sneaking home past curfew.

Now in college, with a taste for freedom, he'd found himself using his charms less and less. He never normally had to explain himself to anyone.

At least, he hadn't. The last few months had been... troublesome, to put it blandly.

The look on your professor's face as she called his name indicated that his puppy-dog eyes wouldn't be working this time.

For the third day straight, she looked up to an empty seat where Jungkook typically would have been sat.

Across the gaping void of Jungkook's empty desk, Jimin caught your gaze. Eyes wide, brows high, his head shook as if to question: What the fuck. Again?!