Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Surfs Up

Cocky bastard.

Jeon Fucking Jungkook had the nerve to smirk at me as he accepted his gold medal.  Second place again to the so called "Golden boy."  Golden my ass.

He was just lucky.

"Maybe next time, mochi."

He emphasized the nickname knowing full and well that I absolutely hated it.  I rolled my eyes and scowled.

"You won by three quarters of a point.  Not much of a win for the golden boy of surfing."

His arrogant smile dropped.  "Don't call me that.  You know I don't like it," he whispered, expression devastated.

I wanted to feel sorry for him.  He looked truly upset, but I couldn't stop myself from shouting, "And you know I hate when you call me mochi!"

"But it's cute," he insisted, frowning as he pushed past me to walk along the beach.  He said something else, but I couldn't hear over the waves and children screaming in joy.

"Hey!  I'm talking to you!" I yelled without getting a response.  He just kept walking.

Stupid ass.

Speaking of ass...he, admittedly had a great one that I maybe didn't mind staring at.  As much as he annoyed me, I could say this: Jeon Jungkook was fucking hot.

Unfortunately...he knew it.

When I'd first met him, I had a teensy tiny crush on him.  Okay...so it was a gigantic crush and I knew there was no way in hell he'd feel the same.  That crush had since become a lingering annoyance under a pile of frustration with the self-important man.

I finally caught up to him and grabbed his bicep to make him stop walking.  By now the sun was starting to make the horizon turn a pretty shade of pink and orange, sparkling bright across the calming ocean waves.  It cast a glow on Jungkook's face and I tried to ignore the flutter of my heart as he looked down at me with those intense, doe eyes.

"You're still here?"

He sounded surprised.  "Yes, I'm still here!  I was in the middle of saying something, asshole!"

His face scrunched in confusion.  "You were?  What were you saying?"

"I was trying to start a conversation to discuss sportsmanship, respect, and how to properly treat your elders, but you just walked off!"

Jungkook frowned.  "I'm sorry.  I got a little distracted by my thoughts and didn't realize that's what you were trying to do.  Please...go on."

All the arrogance was gone and he seemed to genuinely be listening.  I wasn't sure what to make of it.  He'd never acted this way with me before.  I nodded and took the opportunity while it was still there.

"Okay.  Okay, well first of all, I don't like to be called mochi.  I want to be respected and taken seriously.  When you call me cutesy names like that, it makes me seem less credible.  I really hate to say this, but you're my biggest competition.  If you don't take me seriously, no one else will either."

"Noted.  I won't call you mochi anymore, even if I really want to and it means something totally different to me than how you take it."

"Wha-what?" I stammered, totally taken aback.  "What does it mean to you?"

Jungkook smiled bashfully, lowering his gaze to his feet.  "Mochi is a cute nickname.  A cute nickname for a cute hyung."

This time when he emphasized the word, I was so stunned I could barely breathe.  Did...did Jeon Jungkook just call me cute?

"You think I'm cute?"

Jungkook looked to me in disbelief.  "Well yeah!  Why else would I constantly tease you?  You're the best competition I've ever had!  You make me a better surfer!  You force me to level up my training each and every time you get this close to beating me.  I want to prove to you that I'm just as good of a surfer as you. That I can be on your level so that you'll-"

He cut himself and started to toe the powdery white sand.  He avoided my gaze by glancing out over the now-purple skyline.

"Is that a confession?" I asked in a smug voice.

"Maybe," he squeaked out.

No way.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I wasn't sure whether or not I was excited or mad or just flat out in shock.

"So let me get this straight.  You tease me because you like me.  You try to beat me because you like me.  You...you like me?"

He finally met my gaze.  "First of all, there's nothing straight about it.  I'm gay as shit for you, hyung.  And yeah.  Yeah, I do like you.  I kind of...I want you to think I'm good enough and be impressed enough by me so that you'll agree to date me."

My eyes widened.  "Are you shitting me?  You little shit!  You should've done the opposite!  You made me so frustrated and so angry all the damn time and all because you felt the need to act like a 12 year old with a crush?!  You ass!"

"Well!  You're intimidating!  You're all gorgeous and talented and smart and funny!  Plus your ass could crumble nations!  What did you expect me to do?"

Unbelievable!  My crush had a crush on me.  What were the odds?  Granted, he made me want to roll my eyes so hard they went to the back of my head over the fact that he'd thought teasing me was the way to win my affections.  Still, though.  He liked me.  The Golden Surfer liked me.

"Wait," I said, suddenly serious, "Why don't you like to be called The Golden Surfer or Golden Boy?"

He looked like he might cry as I asked the question.  "I don't deserve that title.  And the more people call me that, the more I have to live up to that expectation that I never even put on myself.  They all think I'm good at everything I try, but I'm not.  So I have to work three times as hard to be what they expect.  Then when I'm feeling accomplished and proud, it's just the bare minimum for everyone else.  I only get praised and acknowledged when I push myself to go well beyond my limits.  I feel like I have to hurt myself to be what people want and expect of me.  I don't want to be Golden.  I just want to be Jungkook."

By the end of his speech, his eyes were swimming with unshed tears and my body moved of it's own accord.  I wrapped him in my arms, pulling his face into my neck by the back of his head.  That's when the cocky image, the golden mirage, all shattered and he really was just Jungkook with me.  He clung to me, sobbing into the shoulder of my wet suit.

"You're called golden because you're amazing, but you've always just been Jungkook to me."

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(1103 words)

A/N: There will be a part two of this one.  :)