Jungkook Oneshots

Falling for the Innocent Temptation

                 "𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰
                                            𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦." 

"Jungkook, y-you are so cu— no, sexy... you have eight packs, not six packs," you whispered sensually into his ear, your breath warm against his skin as you trailed light kisses along his neck.

"Y-Y/n, hmm~" Jungkook's voice wavered as he released shaky breaths, his eyes fluttering shut, completely lost in the moment. His hands instinctively gripped your waist, pulling you closer, his body reacting to your touch.

"Jungkook, I can't help but admire how perfect you are," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear before trailing down his jawline. "Every inch of you drives me crazy... your muscles, the way you move... everything."

Jungkook's breath hitched, his grip tightening on your waist. "Y/n... you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice deep and raspy. "The way you say my name... it's enough to make me lose control."

"Yeah, brat, I know my voice sounds really great," you said, your tone taking an unexpected masculine. Wait, what? That didn't sound like you anymore, and suddenly your face shifted into an angry expression.

Jungkook's mind struggled to process the change, still caught in the dream-like haze, his eyes shut . But before he could make sense of it, thwack—a sharp pain jolted him as something hit him hard.

Startled, Jungkook opened his eyes in confusion, blinking rapidly. He quickly realized someone had just thrown a slipper at him and the reality hit him making his heart sink into disappointment. It was all a dream.

Seokjin stood over him with a raised eyebrow, holding the other slipper in his hand, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "What were you even dreaming about? Looked like you were really enjoying yourself." He smirked knowingly. "Were you having a wet dream about Y/n?"

Jungkook's face turned beet red, and he sat up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "H-hyung, it wasn't—" he stammered, unable to finish as Seokjin burst into laughter, clearly enjoying his little brother's flustered state.

Seokjin smirked as he crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "You're cowardly smitten" he teased with a grin, watching Jungkook's flustered reaction. "Anyway now get up. Breakfast is ready."

Soon enough, Jungkook freshened up and made his way to the dining table, where an eerie silence hung in the air despite the five chatterbox men sitting there. He furrowed his brows, confused. "Why are you guys so quiet?" he asked, glancing around at the unusually still scene.

Just then, all of them erupted into laughter, confirming Jungkook's suspicion—his brother had already spilled the beans about this morning's embarrassing incident.

"YA!" Jungkook groaned, rolling his eyes. "Respect my privacy, will you?"

Jimin, barely able to contain his laughter, wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "Hahaha, I can't believe it—the innocent Jungkookie was having a wet dream!" He burst into another fit of laughter, leaning against Taehyung for support as the rest of the guys joined in.

"With who though?" Namjoon asked, looking clueless as he glanced around the table.

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. "How come you don't know Y/n? She's Jungkook's long-time crush. They go to the same gym, and she's pretty famous on social media."