jennie x bts one-shots

JENKOOK, the tension.

context: jennie and jungkook are in an arranged marraige & jen's the closed off one.

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Jennie was feeling immensely self-conscious as the man in her bedroom watched her quietly. She knew she was wearing a tank top underneath her blouse, and he always has seen her in them, walking around the house, but something about him watching her unbutton her blouse made her feel tense.

Possibly because of how she yelled at him last night.

She looked at him from the mirror, seeing how he was sitting on the edge of their bed, arms on legs, hands clasped, bangs falling on his forehead. The sleeves of his button up were rolled up, and his tie was loosened, along with the first two of three buttons unbuttoned.

He looked absolutely fine, not that she would ever tell her husband that.

Her hands were reaching to unclasp her last button when their gazes met in the mirror, except he was standing. Her heart stilled, her shoulders tensed up.

"Tell me, Jennie," he started, completely getting rid of his tie as he lazily walked towards her. Her eyes continued watching him from the mirror, body frozen, hands stopping their work.

When he stood behind her, meeting her gaze in the mirror, she couldn't breathe. Her arms dropped to her side, and she watched tersely as he gently reached for her shoulders.

And helped her remove her blouse.

"Tell me I don't make you nervous."

His fingers caressed the bare skin of shoulders, and she dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from combusting.

"Tell me," he said huskily, fingers going to untie her hair, letting her brown locks cascade down her shoulders in waves. He twirled them with his fingers, and tucked in genty behind her ear.

"...your heart is not beating fast right now."

All she could do was stare, frozen. If she opened her mouth, she was scared her voice would waver.

"Tell me," he began again, and her heart thumped against her chest, his fingers gliding across her defined collarbones, leaving a path of tingles and heat, "you don't want me to continue."

Jungkook was going to be the cause of her death. She could feel the heat from his body, and the very thought of his defined chest behind her, under that half-unbuttoned shirt, made her all tingly and jittery.

"Tell me," his face was dangerously close to hers, his soft lips brushing against her earlobe tentatively, and she stifled a shiver, though she knew he was aware how flustered she was, "you want me to stop."

A small whisper of his name bubbled in her throat, almost leaving her lips. Almost. But her eyes remained trained on the mirror, watching his side profile as he sensually trailed his nose along her cheekbone.

And then placing his hand on her cheek, tilted her to face him.

His warmth enveloped her, and her mind blanked. She couldn't even form incoherent thought. His hot breath fanned her neck, and he whispered, voice low and sultry, "Tell me, you don't want to kiss me right now."

'I want to,' was at the tip of her tongue. Her lips parted, and she gazed back into his eyes, open ans vulnerable. If he kissed her right now, she would respond, and she knew that.

He also knew that.

The intense gazing sent her mind into a frenzy, but amidst that havoc, she found her brain and voice.

"No," she spoke, slightly breathily. She pushed his chest away, trying to ignore how firm it felt and how much she wanted to kiss him, wrapping her legs round him.

"No," she stepped back, face hardening to her usual emotionless stare, "I do not."

And then, she walked out of their room.

However, it was not before noticing how defeated Jungkook looked, and with his shoulders slumped and head hung low.

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this was an old one shot lol
highkey want to make this a book but