Fuckboy Best friend || JJK

07

"What about this?"

"No. Too fancy."

"This?"

"No. Too simple."

"This one must look good."

"No. Never. Too casual."

"This is it."

"No. Too formal."

"Fine. Then this one?"

"NO! Too revealing. Though you look hot but no..."

"Jungkoooook." You whine dropping your body on the bed next to him. Your bedroom is a mess. Clothes were scattered on the floor. The bedsheet was messed up. Pillows were thrown away like garbage.

And then Jungkook was digging in the packet of chips and drinking from his can of coke absolutely carefree.

You looked at him who was least bothered about his surroundings and fully concentrated on his snacks.

This is your bestie.

Food is above all the serenities of life.

Even if a person would be dying, he'll be like- 'Wait a second, Sir. Let me just quickly bring some snacks and then we will go to the hospital. What if you feel hungry on our way or I feel hungry. We should be prepared for the worst.'

"JUNGKOOK! You asshole."

You snatch away his chips, but it's already empty. You throw it away in a corner and glare at him.

"You're being of absolutely no use. Better get out of my house."

You shout pointing your index finger at the door. He stands up staring at you.

"You have no taste in fashion." He walks up to your wardrobe as you're blinking your eyes noticing his actions.

"Here. Wear this. With this." He hands you a top that has strings at the back but not too revealing, a blue ankle length high waist jeans with an oversized denim shirt.

You stand up instantly hugging him and taking the clothes form his hands.

"Love you Jungkook. You're my saviour. I'll get ready quickly. And you rush towards the bathroom closimg the door behind you.

He chuckles plopping on the bed. He looks around, the room is quite a mess. He rolls his sleeves up and cleans the room quickly. Setting your clothes in your wardrobe nicely. Just the way you never did. He sets the bed sheets keeping the pillows neatly.

He picks up the wrappers of snacks and throws them in the bin.

He's busy cleaning until he hears your voice. "Jungkook." He turns around just to see you walking towards him with your top almost falling. He stares at you blinking his eyes, in his thoughts until you snap your fingers in front of his face.

He silently clears his throat looking away.

"Yeah, what happened now? Seen a lizard in the bathroom? That must be the mirror." He wanted to laugh so bad on his own not so very funny joke but he must have noticed your death glare from his peripheral vision so he curves his lips into a thin line.

"Be careful. I might break that mirror and pierce it into your stomach." He hold his one ear turning to you slowly. "Sorry. How may I help you ma'am?" You can never change this one guy.

"You chose this string top. Now tie it." You turn around giving him a full view of your bare back. Now he feels that maybe the top is too revealing.

"Come on Jungkook. Do it fast. Do you only know how to untie clothes?" He rolls his eyes at your comment and holds the strings in his hands.

He is having a hard time tying the knots because you are right. He's a champion just in undressing.

However he does it for you because after all he's not that dumb.

His fingers brush your skin. You turn your head staring at his face. He's biting his lips tying the knots. A small smile break out on your lips. He locks his eyes with you.

Both of you don't actually realize the closeness between the two.

"Don't laugh. It's not my every day job to tie knots." You shake your head. "I'm not laughing. You just look cute." He raises a brow with a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips.

"Are you flirting with me?" You hiss tilting your head. "Maybe." He narrows his eyes leaning down to have his face even more close to you.

"Go ahead then. I might be liking this." He whispers into your ears. "Tie fast. We are getting late." You turn your face away because no, you're not capable enough to flirt with someone as mighty as Jeon.

The king of flirting. You cannot even become the servant of his servants in his kingdom.

You slap your cheeks slightly hiding the blush on your cheeks.

"Done." He pats your shoulder as you turn around to have a glance at the king- I mean him.

"Thanks." You turn around. As soon as your gaze falls over your room, you're amazed. Is it really your room?

"You cleaned it?" You ask with your mouth wide open. You don't even remember when it was the last time you cleaned your room.

He nods his head crossing his arms holding his head high in pride.

"Of course. Ghosts don't come to clean." You would have thrown a mind blowing comeback right at his face but you'll let him be this time because he did such a huge task for you.

"Thank you. Gonna treat you some ice creams tonight." He chuckles at that.

You walk towards your mirror sitting on the stool. He crosses his arms and leans on the wall beside the mirror.

You're applying your makeup and he's just watching you doing it. You don't have a problem with it. Someone as great as Jeon standing beside you admiring your beauty is a great honour. Why would you even have a problem with it?

"Jungkook." For the infinite time he hears you calling his name. He stands up straight listening to you carefully.

"Put the eye liner for me." His eyes grow wide as he shakes his head. "Why will I put eye liner on my eyes?" He asks giving you a bewildered look.

You smack your forehead giving him a disappointed look.

"Koo... Put the fucking eyeliner on my eyes. I can't put it on my right eye with my left hand." You say through gritted teeth. He grins cheekily nodding his head. "Oh, I thought you wanted me- wait... I don't know how to apply eye liner."

You hand him your pencil eye liner even if he's denying.

"It's like drawing. You just have to make a stroke. You saw me doing it to my left eye, right?" He nods his head with a pout. "I know you'll do it." You close your eyes holding up your chin.

He stares at your face for few seconds before kneeling down in front of you.

He holds your chin ready to show his talent here but you suddenly hold his hand stopping him.

"Please don't ruin it." And you again close your eyes leaving his hand.

"Trust me. I'm not that bad." He angles his hand and very slowly makes a stroke just like your left eye.

Minutes later when he's finally done you open your eyes and look at your reflection in the mirror.

Yes. That's him.

The Perfect Jeon. Because even if he applied eye liner for the first time, it's like a professional did it for you.

You turn your head giving him a wide smile.

You hold his hand as he's still kneeling in front of you having his face very close to yours.
His hot breath hits your cheeks.

"I said it before and I'll say it again. You're not bad at all."