Jungkook Oneshots

Romance with Mr. Off-Limits

"𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺,
𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵."

The living room was their battleground. Taehyung and Jungkook, 17, sat cross-legged on the floor, controllers gripped tightly as they yelled over the noise of their fighting game. You, at the grand age of 12, were perched nearby with your glittery notebook and an unshakable determination to make your presence known.

"Jungkook-oppa," you said, not even bothering to look up from your furious scribbling. "Do you like chocolate or vanilla better?"

"Vanilla," Jungkook replied flatly, his eyes glued to the screen. His character dodged an attack just in time, earning a triumphant grunt.

"No, he doesn't," Taehyung cut in, completely unbothered as he executed a combo that knocked Jungkook's health bar down by half. "He likes chocolate. Don't let him fool you."

You scribbled furiously in your notebook, nodding to yourself. "Chocolate. Got it!"

"Why are you even asking?" Jungkook grumbled, his voice dripping with exasperation. His character took another hit, and his hands moved faster on the controller.

"I'm making a list of everyone's favorites," you explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "For when I'm older and buy you cool stuff."

Jungkook spared you the briefest glance, eyebrows raised. "That's... weirdly thoughtful."

Taehyung smirked. "She's just bored and wants to hang out with the cool kids. Right, Y/N?"

"No!" you huffed, puffing your cheeks out in that exaggerated way you always did when you were offended. "I'm doing research. You guys are just boring. All you do is play video games!"

You stood up suddenly, plopping yourself right in front of the TV with your arms crossed. Jungkook groaned loudly, leaning to the side to see past you.

"Move!" he snapped, a little whiny now. "We're in the middle of a match!"

But you weren't going anywhere. Tilting your head, you studied Jungkook like he was some sort of strange artifact. "Jungkook oppa, why are you always so grumpy? You should smile more. Like oppa."

"Because someone keeps standing in front of the TV," Jungkook shot back, but Taehyung was too busy laughing to defend him.

"She's not wrong," Taehyung teased, his grin stretching wider. "You've got that permanent old-man face going on."

"Thanks," Jungkook deadpanned, but you weren't done yet.

You mimicked Jungkook's expression-deep frown, slouched shoulders, and a low, exaggerated voice. "'Y/N, stop doing that. Y/N, go away.' You're like a grumpy grandpa!"

Jungkook sighed dramatically, pausing the game just long enough to rub his face. "I can't believe I put up with this."

Taehyung reached over to ruffle your hair, earning an indignant squeak. "Alright, you little brat. If you leave us alone, I'll buy you ice cream later."

"Two scoops?" you asked, brightening immediately.

"Two scoops," Taehyung confirmed with a nod.

You grinned, pointing at Jungkook with triumph. "See? That's how you're supposed to treat me."

"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook muttered, unpausing the game. "Go write that in your notebook or something."

You stuck your tongue out at him before skipping out of the room, your glitter pen waving in the air. The sound of your humming echoed down the hall, leaving Jungkook shaking his head and Taehyung grinning like the proud older brother he was.