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Would Shower Boy like macarons?
Min's Coffee was about to close, so all you could get was a small set of raspberry macarons. You had lost time doing your English assignment, texting Jungkook every once in a while to go over your thesis.
After the date with Jimin, you decided to still be friends with Jungkook, but keep wary of any playboy-like tendencies. He's the type of guy that your brothers always warned you about, you're sure. Breaking girls' hearts every week surely can't be a good sign.
Anywho, you should be focusing on the door in front of you instead of him.
So, do you knock or ring the doorbell?
You clutch the bag of sweets in your hands a little tighter, settling for two light taps on the wooden surface. The anticipation is killing you as the sound of footsteps get louder.
Finally, the door swings open with a loud swoosh.
At this exact moment, there is only one question in your mind:
Where are your lungs?
Because the man in front of you isn't simply breathtaking - oh no. He's respiratory system shaking, circulatory system accelerating, and the spitting image of an ethereal Greek god all rolled up into one muscular figure standing at the door frame.
In other words, he's shirtless. And Jungkook.
"Y/N?" His hair is wet and the only fabric covering him is a towel wrapped at his waist, "What are you doing here?"
"S-shower..." You're at a loss for words, trying not to look at his six pack.
"Whopsies, sorry about this." He looks at his bare state, "Yeah, I just took a shower."
He shakes his head, water flying everywhere, specifically on your face.
"Stop it! You're making me wet!"
"Oh?"
Two seconds of him smirking and you fighting your blush later, you promptly snap back to your senses and whack him on the head. You refuse to fall for his playboy antics.
"Okay okay! Sorry," he laughs, "Anyways, why are you here?"
You nod your head, holding the bag of macaroons to his face, "This. For the anti-slipping tape."
