BTS One Shots

Red-Handed

Hey friends, hope you're all doing well, and happy hobi day!! It's not a hobi fic today, but I'm still really excited to share it with you guys, I had a ton of fun writing it hehe!! I hope you enjoy💕

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You tilt your head at your reflection, turning this way and that to study the way the floral summer dress falls around your body, the way the skirt swooshes through the air when you put a little more force behind your spin. Voices from the adjacent dressing rooms drift in over the simple white door separating you from the rest of the store, and a soft pop song echoes through the speakers hanging from the ceiling. With a small smile, you whirl to your right, to your left, and watch the dress swish around your thighs again, the soft fabric brushing your skin.

"Hey, Y/N?"

You tear your eyes away from the mirror at Jungkook's voice, looking at the door of your dressing room. "Yeah?"

"Which door are you?"

You let out a laugh, turning to flail your hand around above the door. "Here!" you reply, stepping back in front of the mirror as Jungkook cracks the door open and slips inside.

It's a tight fit – though he's squeezed himself into a corner, he's already pressing up against your side. You glance at him through the mirror, your eyes flickering down to his empty arms. "Didn't find anything for yourself?"

He just smiles and shakes his head, his hair flopping around with the movement. "Nah," he replies absently, looking you up and down, reaching out to rub the fabric of your dress between his fingers. "Just see wanted to see the stuff you picked."

You smile, biting your lip. "And?" you say, turning to him, the dress twirling along with you. "How do you like this one?" You spin from side to side, making the fabric fly through the air, and you smile almost giddily when you come to a stop.

His grin softens, and he absently trails his index down your arm, leaning forward to press his lips to your shoulder. His soft hair brushes your neck and you shiver involuntarily – he snickers. "I love it," he says finally, leaning back slightly as he plays with the hem of your dress.

"It's fun, right?" you return with a bright smile, glancing at your reflection once more. "Not sure about the length, though. I feel like I'd have to wear shorts with it."

"You could wear it at home," Jungkook offers with a lopsided grin, catching your gaze through the mirror. You snort. "Or the beach." With an amused smile, you look at him over your shoulder. "I'm just saying, you look really good in it," he adds, running a hand along the waistline and rubbing warmth into your skin, then brushing over your hips, flattening the airy fabric. "I know it's a bit short, but it's not that short either, and..." he glances up, a smile teased across his lips as he leans forward to press a kiss to your bare shoulder once more. "Well, y'know."

You pout your lips in doubt, narrowing your eyes at the dress. "I feel like it wouldn't be worth the money if I can't wear it out."

He's still playing with the hem, his fingers brushing your thighs every once in a while, seemingly higher and higher up every time. You turn to face him, silently raising a brow. He just raises a brow right back, taking a step forward. It's enough to press you up against the wall, your back flattening one of the shirts you tried on earlier.

You look up in surprise, but he simply smiles back, his palms rubbing circles into your thighs, slowly moving up. "If money's your only concern, I'll fucking buy it for you," he mutters, dipping down to kiss your jaw, and you let out a shaky breath as he pulls back ever so slightly. "You just look so happy in it," he says through a soft sigh, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear. You smile bashfully. "And even if you just wear it a couple days out of the year to twirl around the living room, it's more than worth the –"