the back-up plan • jjk

saturday.

The sun is peeking through, and the birds are chirping away. You've slept through your alarm because you're still in dreamland.

You're unsure who's in bed with you. All you hear is a groan and shuffling as they reposition themselves. You peer over your shoulder, quickly turning away when they pull themselves closer to you. Then, as an arm comes into view, draping over you, you recognize the inked skin.

It's Jungkook.

A buzz from your phone and a bang at the door awakens you. Missed notifications of calls and texts from Jenn, your best friend, flood your screen.

You sprint to the door, unlocking and opening it for her.

"Jesus Christ—I thought you were dead," Jenn says after she brushes past you, setting several bags on your kitchen counter.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, babe," she blinks, giving you the once-over. "You haven't showered, have you?"

You shake your head no.

"Well, go! It's your birthday, but we can't wait all day for you." She shoos you off to the bathroom.

When you're out of the shower, Jenn's sitting in front of your vanity, putting on her blush.

"So, how are you doing, babe? Still not over Theodore Boner?"

"Bonner," you correct her.

You adjust your towel, tucking it securely. "There's been some new developments," you say, walking to your dresser.

Jenn slowly turns around. "Please don't tell me you're back with him? He was a walking red flag. Well, at the end of your relationship anyway."

You press your lips together, shaking your head. "You know that time I was upset about my break-up with Jimin?"

Jenn hums and narrows her eyes.

"Jungkook and I went out and got pretty drunk."

She leans forward. "Uh-huh."

You cleared your throat. "I may have agreed that if Jungkook and I were still single by 30, we'd get married." You turned around, opening the top drawer in search of cute underwear.

Jenn's jaw drops. "You're not going to marry Jeon Jungkook, are you?"

You laugh it off. "No, of course not! But he's always been there for me after my breakups."

"Oh, how convenient that he also happens to be single by your 30th birthday," she says dryly.

"Jungkook's been a good friend, and if we were to get married, and that's a big if, then honestly, I think we'd be pretty good together," you explain.

You're not sure if you're attempting to persuade Jenn or yourself. You're not going to lie. You've toyed with the idea this whole week.

"Why don't you just date Jungkook then?" she asks, returning to add more blush to her cheeks.

You nibble on your bottom lip. "Err–well, because there's a new guy."

She whips her head back around. "I go on a solo trip, and you have not one but two guys who want to be with you?"

"Technically, I told Jungkook that if things work out with me and Namjoon, he doesn't have to marry me."

"Namjoon?"

"Yeah, he's my new neighbor."

"Shut up! Your neighbor?" Jenn stands, sprinting out your bedroom door. "Which apartment? I need to see this man."