Like A Butterfly~Jungkook x Reader ft. Jhope

Chapter 1

"Stop it!" You squealed as Jungkook continued to tickle you relentlessly. "Not until you say it!" Jungkook said, still tickling you. "Fine! Oppa!" You screamed breathlessly. Jungkook sat back and looked down at you, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes and tried to get up, but you were pinned to the floor underneath Jungkook. You slapped his leg, trying to wriggle away on your back, but he quickly grabbed you around your waist. "Now, Y/N. That's not very ladylike, is it?" He said, still sitting there, looking down at you. "Move then!" You said, slightly irritated. "No, sit up." Jungkook instructed. You sighed, annoyedly, then brought yourself up in a blur, slamming into him and nearly making him fall backward. You quickly wrapped your arms around him and whispered in his ear "Is this what you wanted?" Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered lowly in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck. "Good girl. See that wasn't so hard, was it?" You pushed him back and disentangled yourself from him, standing up. "Oh, shut up." You walked into the kitchen and tugged open the fridge, pulling out some ingredients for your dinner and setting them out on the counter. With your back to the doorway, you start opening packages of food. Suddenly, you feel two arms curl around your waist. You try to push Jungkook away, but, of course, he's too strong. You're soon lifted off your feet, startling you. You feel the deep rumble of Jungkook's laughter against your back, his hot breath on the back of your neck. "Oppa, stop!" You giggled, fighting against him. "Oppa?" The man who was holding you didn't have Jungkook's voice. For a split second, you feel panic surfacing in the back of your mind. "I like the sound of that." The voice whispers against your neck. Recognizing the voice, you let out a small sigh of relief. "Hoseok! Put me down." You command, laughing a little. He drops you, right as Jungkook rounds the corner, Taehyung and Namjoon on his heels. "There you are." Jungkook says. For a second, you think he's talking to you before he crosses the kitchen and over to Hoseok. "What are you doing in here? Harassing my girlfriend?" Jungkook chuckles, and you smile, glancing at Hoseok. He's laughing, but you detect something... off in his eyes. Anger? Sadness? Longing? It was hard to place. With a flash, it was gone, replaced by nothing but happiness. "We're gonna go work on the new dance routine," Jungkook says, turning to you. "I'll be back in a couple hours." Then, dropping his voice so only you can hear, he says, "Then I can finish what i started in there." He said, obviously referring to the living room floor. You felt yourself blush as the three boys left. Hoseok was still standing there, watching you. After a few moments of him just studying your face, he shook his head and walked out, his eyes cast downward. "Hoseok... What....?" You weren't even sure what to say, really. But you couldn't get that look out of your head, trying to figure it out. After a few minutes of silent consideration, you shook your head, trying to clear it. You quickly returned your attention to the food, trying to focus on something else.

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About three hours later, you were laying on the couch, half watching tv, half thinking about unimportant things, when you heard the front door open and close. A few moments later, Jungkook was standing over you. You smiled up at him. "How was practice?" Jungkook shook his head, but he smiled. You reach up to pull him down onto the couch with you, and he lets you. Barely a few minutes had passed before you felt Jungkook's lips on your neck. You playfully shoved him away, shushing him. "This is a good show." You said, trying to focus on the screen. Jungkook huffed, and continued distracting you. After a few minutes, you couldn't pretend to care about the characters on the screen. You turned your head and your lips met his, moving together like so many times before. Jungkook started to pull off your shirt, and you started to let him. But, suddenly, a face flashed in your mind. Hoseok's sad, vulnerable eyes, the ones you'd seen just today, and you stopped, absentmindedly pushing Jungkook away. When you met his eyes, he looked confused, and a little hurt. "What's wrong?" He asked. You shook your head, leaning back into the couch. "I'm just tired." You lied. After a few moments, Jungkook stopped looking at you worriedly, just pulled you against him and stretched out on the couch. "Then sleep, babe." He said into your hair. You nodded, yawning. But something told you that you weren't going to be able to, not with Hoseok's face flitting through your mind. Nonetheless, after a few minutes, the low voices coming through the tv, combined with the heat of Jungkook's body pressed against your back, caused you to begin wavering in and out of awareness. "Sing to me." You mumbled. You weren't even sure if Jungkook had heard you until he started singing, slowly and quietly. You recognized the tune immediately. He was singing Butterfly. He knew you loved the song, loved the way his voice carried the notes, the beautiful lyrics. You soon drifted off to sleep, Jungkook's dancing voice the last thing you heard before falling into oblivion and sleep.