Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

19

Third POV

Jungkook could not believe his ears. The cuff he holds is currently worth six figures, and not counting the rest of the members's cuffs. His hands cupped the heavy bracelet with both hands, afraid to so much get a scratch on it.

Jiwon took it to open the mouth wider, the opened her other palm. "Can I have your hand?"

His wrist automatically traveled across the table to rest on her warm palm. Jungkook leaned forward to see her slide the bracelet on his wrist, then adjust how tight. She's so close to his face he can practically feel her breath hit him. Jiwon spoke as she worked, though Jungkook was too busy shadowing her head movements.

Tilting his head when she did, lips slightly parted, and eyes wanting to see hers directly. Jiwon felt the heaviness of his stare like a weight she wanted to take off. But if she looked up at him, she'd melt. She looked anywhere but him.

"There you go, have a look." She nervously lifted her eyes to him just as he peers the bracelet. It glimmered even more with his slow movements. "Jiwon, it's fantastic! I can't imagine what the finished product could look like."

"You'll be extremely pleased. Now give it back before I get hunted for losing it."

Jungkook pulls back out of her reach, so she puts her open palm on the table. "I think I'll keep it." He purred, eyes going darker than before. Is she seeing things correctly right now? Jiwon had to blink several times to process his demeanor. "Jungkook, don't make me snatch it."

"Do it, I bite." He was shut up after Jiwon grabbed his wrist but he closed his fist to avoid her slipping the cuff off. "You're going to break it, idiot."

"Then its your fault, not mine."

The thundering of the sky distracted the young stylist, Jungkook took the opportunity to yank away from her. The force pulled her nearly over the table. "This is a glass table!"

"Thats funny I thought it wasn't."

"Kookie!" Jiwon smacked his shoulders, thats when the singer caught both her palms in his. "I'll let you remove the cuff, if you agree to go out to dinner with me after the concert. Just us."

Her cheeks burned at the close distance of the maknae's face. "Actual dinner to a real restaurant?"

"Yes, just you and me, and the entire security detail we'll need."

"Your fever has broken you out of that shell," she playfully feels his face searching for a warmth that is unnatural. Her fingers gently grazed his cheek before she looks at their connected hands. "Noona, is it a yes?"

"Noona?! I'm no noona."

"But you are tho." He teased. "Okay, after the concert." Jiwon answered.

What was a breeze worsened to fast winds. Thunder appeared more often above them.

Jungkook smiled proudly to himself. His heart could beat out his chest. Both of them radiating tension and heat. He gives her his wrist and rest his elbow on the table, and she begins to loosen the cuff. His stare as prominent as it was before, the shadowing nearing her face. She leaned slowly until their noses touched.

Jiwon looked at his eyes for reassurance but his orbs had fallen to her rosy lips. She barely had time to whisper "can I kiss you?" Before sweetly locking lips with him. Jiwon found herself melting into a broad, solid chest that showed absolutely no give. Her hands traveled from a defined jaw into Jungkook's surprisingly thick and soft hair.

Jungkook couldn't breathe upon crashing his slick lips with Jiwon's glossy ones. It was an agonizing slow moment to process, and then the kiss became different. He inhaled sharply and inclined his head, his hands closed around her waist. They slid up a few inches, coming to wrap around Jiwon's rib cage and holding her to himself.

His four fingers wrapped on the back of her head while his thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. Their lips moved expertly. There is a distinct kiss sound once they slowly parted. A smile creeps into Jungkook's face.

Basically inches from sharing another passionate kiss, they meet eyes with Gangtae beside them. Smirking and arms folded.

"Don't tell the staff."

"Don't tell my hyungs."

The two say in perfect synchronization. The security guard rolls his eyes like he saw this from a mile away. "I will not, unless we don't get a move on back."

They couldn't argue with that. The storm has gotten uglier in the past minutes.

Shuffling along the beach together, their hands connected in a loose grip handhold. Slowly molding their fingers into a deep interlock.

Upon entering the suite quietly, he moved around the sofa in the pitch dark. The lights suddenly flip on, making Jungkook's pupils shrink. The members have reunited by the living room. Half of them looking like they just woke up. The maknae folded his arms in front of him, not knowing how to stand. They caught him sneaking back in like a teenager sneaking into their house.

"Good morning Kookie." Namjoon fakely smiles. 

"Uh yeah good—good morning guys." Jungkook replies awkwardly.

"Your date must have gone well."

"Why is that?" His lips trembled nervously. Yoongi and Jin approached their youngest member silently. His lips are shiny from the gloss of Jiwon's peck. The two hyungs start to cackle silently before walking back to the sofa.  "This is has got to be the last late night date. People are going to start noticing." Hobi says to his brother calmly.

"Yes, I know, its the last one."

"Okay, then go to sleep. You're the worst to wake up always. We have a concert in broad daylight."

"Okay," Jungkook mused, turning to head to his quarters.

Taehyung followed him and jumped under the covers, completely forgetting Eunha sleeps in the middle of the bed.  "Sorryy." He whispered. He watched Jungkook come out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and shorts. The amusement he holds is something he's never seen before in him. Jungkook was always the shyest, from trainees, and even now he still is.

Though he has broken a lot out of his shell. 

"Jiwon and you kissed, right?"

His hands fly to his face, legs kicking like a playful cat. He can still feel her kiss lingering the longer he traced his bottom lip. She bit it gently. It ignited a fire inside him the he didn't think could happen.  "Yeah we did."

"Really?! I was joking."

Taehyung sat up to look at Jungkook's honey stoic stare at the ceiling. 

"Meowsers, well how was it?"

"Awesome, it was slow because we kinda just did it. But it picked up." He snapped his fingers to highlight how quick things escalated.  "Damn, Jungkook. Easy."

He smirked at his hyung, then turned his back to him. The smile doesn't want to leave and for once he is okay with it.