Jungkook Oneshots

Required Love

                                                      (A light shadow of Vincenzo)

                                   When speaking in Italian - Italic Font (translated)
                                              When speaking in Korean- Normal
                                              When speaking in English- Italic Font

 "𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵,"  you murmured under your breath, rolling your eyes as you dragged your suitcase toward the building's entrance. The weight of the day already had you on edge, and this was the last thing you needed.

Before you could step inside, a burly security guard blocked your way, his arms crossed in front of the doorway. "Hey, hey, lady! You can't just barge in here. This is a men's dorm!" he said in Korean, looking at you with a mixture of suspicion and disbelief.

You blinked at him, your patience wearing thin. "𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵,"  you muttered, then added louder in English, "You should check with the school authority. You can't stop me."

Your confident tone and foreign language made him hesitate, blinking in confusion as you brushed past him. You didn't have time for his objections.

As you walked in, your bold outfit drew all the attention in the hall. The cropped black blazer you wore featured a sleek, asymmetrical cut, its wrap-around straps crisscrossing your torso like a harness, emphasizing your rebellious edge. Paired with a pleated mini-skirt adorned with belt-and-buckle accents, you radiated unapologetic confidence. Your sunglasses—dark and mirrored—added a final, intimidating touch.

Dragging your suitcase behind you, you climbed the stairs, determined to find your new dorm. It wasn't ideal—sharing a room with a guy due to a lack of available girls' dorms—but you didn't have a choice.

 "𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘺?"  you muttered under your breath as you found the door and slid your key into the lock. The click of the mechanism echoed your resignation.  "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬." 

You opened the door and stepped inside, closing it firmly behind you. Turning to survey your new home, you paused.

A guy stood in the middle of the room, dripping wet, wearing only a towel slung low on his hips. He held a hairbrush in one hand, mid-song, but as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened in shock.

"AHHHH! A WOMAN IN MY DORM! HELP!" he screamed, clutching his towel with his free hand.

You blinked at him, unimpressed, and slowly removed your sunglasses. "𝘖𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧—"  you muttered, holding up the printed housing assignment sheet and thrusting it toward him.

He grabbed the paper with one hand, still trying to cover himself with the other. You couldn't help but notice his well-defined abs. For a brief moment, you almost ogled, but you quickly cleared your throat and looked away.

"So, no extra rooms? You're my roommate, then? Uhh... Hi! I'm Jungkook Jeon," he said in Korean, awkwardly switching between a smile and sheer panic.

"Y/N," you replied, uninterested.

His brow furrowed as he scratched the back of his head. "You're from Italy? So... you don't speak Korean? Ugh, idiot!" he muttered to himself, facepalming. "Of course she can't understand me..."