Curiosity | Jungkook x Reader

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a/n: this is a quick, fun story with our favorite bunny boy! enjoy.

Of one thing you are deadly certain: you should not have left this essay to the last minute. Your fingers fly across the keyboard, tapping out words you hope form sentences coherent enough to net you a decent grade. There's no other sound save for your occasional grunts of frustration, as your roommate is out on her long-awaited date with a cute lit major (Namjoon, was it?). You're only a hundred words away from finishing, and you can't wait to be done with this so you can get started on the million other things on your to-do list.

You're so focused, you don't even notice when the lock on your front door turns. You certainly don't realize someone has slipped inside, backpack slung over one shoulder, bright-eyed grin on cute lips. It isn't until— "Hello?"

"Gah!"

You jolt, leaping back as you grab the weapon nearest to you: a ruler. You point it towards the source of the voice, which reveals itself to not be an axe murderer, but Jungkook, looking amused. "Are you going to measure me?"

"God, Jungkook." You let the ruler clatter to the table. "You have to stop doing that."

He plops down onto the couch. "Sorry." He flashes you an innocent smile that you're sure has all the girls in his lectures fawning over him. Not that he would know what to do with them. Not this sweet, boyish Jungkook.

"Anyway, your sister isn't here."

"I know." He strips off his jacket, draping it neatly over the back of the sofa. He's in a plain black tee, looking more handsome than anyone has the right to in such basics.

"Okay then." You swivel your chair back to your laptop.

Recently, Jungkook's been hanging out here a lot more often, with or without his sister. You don't actually mind; you keep to your own devices, so it doesn't make much of a difference. He's a good kid, always up for a movie or a talk about anything and everything. Navigating first year at university is always a rough time, so you're usually happy to help him when you can. But right now... The paper takes absolute priority.

You re-focus and resume the rapid-fire typing, trying to ignore the shuffling you can hear behind you. It gets harder to not notice when Jungkook stands up and pads to the kitchen. He opens the fridge, then the freezer, then pours himself a noisy glass of water. He comes back into the living room with the cup in hand, leaning against the doorframe as he sips. You can feel his eyes on you, no matter how you try to remind yourself that you have to finish this.

To your relief, he eventually gives up and walks to the sofa. But a minute later, he's back at it again, this time heading to the rack of CDs. You can't help but track him with your peripheral vision, watching him restlessly fumble around with your collection. The minutes tick by, and to your absolute shock, the words on the document aren't writing themselves.

In the end, Jungkook doing nothing at all except distract you. When he turns from the CDs emptyhanded, you catch his gaze. "Don't you have papers to write or exams to study for, Jungkook?"

"No, I finished all of my work already. At least, all the important stuff."

It must run in the family, you think begrudgingly. Lucky them.

"Well—"

"Actually!" Jungkook interrupts you in a voice so loud it scares even himself. He takes a step forward, softening his tone. "Actually. I did have something I wanted to... erm... study. I wanted to ask you about it." He shoots you the look that you both know you're weak to. Curse the gods for making him so darn adorable.

It's not like you'll get any work done with him around anyway, so you figure answering him just might get him to leave. "Okay. What is it?"

Why does he look so nervous? His fingers knot themselves before he reaches up to touch his hair, smoothing out kinks that aren't there. He sniffles.

"Jungkook?"

You see his lips move, but you can't quite hear what he's saying.

"Pardon?"

"...ndage... Uh, can you... maybe, possibly, please teach me about bondage?"

Nothing on earth could have prepared you for that to come out of his mouth.

You practically fall out of your chair, your jaw slack. "What makes you think I can teach you?" Flustered, that's the best thing you can come up with.

"You're more experienced than me." He walks closer, towering over you. "There's no one else I can ask. Please."

You didn't even know he was experienced at all in the first place! How had you been so mistaken in your impression of him? "Why do you even want to learn?"

"I..." His cheeks slightly flush with color. "I'm just curious. Really curious."

You take a hand through your hair. "It's not really something that can be verbally taught."

"Show me then."

You can't help the pulse that runs through you at the dip in his tone, at the stubborn desire that you've never taken notice of before. Where has this Jungkook been hiding all this time? His arms are crossed, the veins from training prominent and rippling. They'd feel good wrapped around you. Are you really contemplating this? Hell.

"I... I've gotta finish this paper."

"Take a break."

"No way. Not unless I get to tie you up."

"Deal."

"Thought so. Wait. What?"

"Deal," he repeats. "Tie me up."

"Jeon Jungkook." You stand, trying to stare him down even though he's taller than you. "You're not serious."

"I am."

"You know we can never go back if we do this."

He nods. Just that simple action sends dangerous tingles from the pit of your stomach, a sensation that lets you know you're on the cusp of doing something you really shouldn't be doing. But you're starting to want to.

Suddenly, he walks away. For a brief moment, you actually find yourself disappointed before you realize he's just picking up his backpack. A quick zip, and he's pulling out thin, solid-looking fabric in a dark navy. As he makes his way back to you, he offers a smile, but it no longer looks innocent to you.

Your eyes dart from him to what he holds in his hands, then back to him. You swallow. You're almost done the essay anyway, right? Snatching the straps from his palm, you stalk into your bedroom, hearing his footsteps behind you as he follows so obediently.