'call me bunny one more time, and i'll f*ck you so hard you forget your own name.'
in which jungkook needs help becoming more dominant, and you are just the woman for the job.
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| dom!kook x brat!reader
| mature content
| complete
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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
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♠︎ JUNGKOOK
Jungkook knew that he'd fucked up.
When he left your room that day, he kicked himself internally. Why hadn't he just fessed up and told you the truth? He was, after all, somebody who prided himself on his ability to be straightforward. Misunderstandings made him angry.
So why had he landed himself right in the middle of one?
He knew the answer, of course. The answer was that he'd taken one look at your face, bewildered and panicked in the wake of what he was suggesting, and he'd chickened out.
Him. Jeon Jungkook. A coward.
He stood in the corridor outside your room for a long time, pressing a hand to his lips and remembering what it had felt like to just kiss you, because he had wanted to. He loved the way you let him do it for a blissful ten seconds, before the doubts had creeped in. He wanted to kiss you like that again - with no game plan. No agenda. Just to feel your soft mouth on his and know that you were his.
Fuck, he thought. What the hell was he doing out here when he should be in there with you?
Jungkook turned to face the door. But he couldn't do it.
The truth was, he realised as he moved away - he was scared. He knew he could make peace with you not feeling the same way, but he didn't want to. He wanted to look into your eyes and see the same adoration that he felt for you reflected in the way you felt for him. And Jungkook couldn't control that, which only made him more anxious.
He didn't intend on staying away from you for two days - to him, it didn't feel that long. But the first day he'd known he needed space, and the second had slipped by without him noticing, and by the time it was over he knew you would be angry at him for not coming to talk to you sooner. Sooner or later, he would just have to suck it up and accept that he was going to lay his heart down on the line.
When that time came, he would hold his breath, and just hope you didn't trample it.
