A compilation of BTS short stories. Each chapter is labeled in the beginning (fluff, angst, etc.) so you don't have to worry about unexpectedly getting your feelings hurt ;)
I hope you enjoy!
Honestly, you were pretty jittery. You'd been to Jungkook's house plenty of times before, but it was never just the two of you. Jungkook was shy, in the beginning at least, but once he found his footing, he was loud and fun. He'd become a great friend over time too, and that's why, when he invited you over to hang out together at his house, you immediately jumped at the opportunity. You'd chatted casually the whole way, and now here you were: standing by his side while he unlocked the front door.
"My dad won't be home for another hour," he mentioned as you took off your shoes in the entryway. From the corner of your eye, you watched him remove his shoes too. "Is that fine with you?" With a quick nod, you waited for him to finish before entering the house further, smiling to yourself about his red and yellow socks. Iron Man.
As you took a seat on the couch, Jungkook bumbling behind you, you naturally asked about homework. He made a face.
"Really? You're asking that on a Friday?"
"It doesn't matter what day I ask; I know you just put it off anyway," you scoffed. "Have you finished that history project yet?"
He sighed, and you knew his answer right away. "I still have a little bit to go— don't give me that look. It's not even hard; I can finish it in like, forty-five minutes."
"Did you do your research?"
"...Most of it."
This guy. You shook your head, but before you could scold him, he cut you off with an offer of something to drink, and while he retrieved a cup of water from the kitchen, and you browsed his video game collection.
"Hey, I'm going to the bathroom real quick," he mentioned as he came back and placed your glass on the coffee table, "Pick a game, and we can set it up once I get back." You nodded his way and went back to choosing. It wasn't until you'd tossed aside two first person shooters when you realized— Overwatch!
From your place sitting crosslegged on the floor, you turned back and yelled: "Hey! Jungkook!" But apparently he didn't hear you. "Kookie!" You tried again, "Can we play Overwatch?" Still nothing.
Mother f—
You hopped up and padded to his room. For all the times you'd been here with other friends, you had never seen it. Not because it wasn't allowed or anything, but because you generally stuck to the kitchen and living room anyway. And it wasn't like you meant to trespass, you just didn't really think when you pushed the door open. For a moment though, that was all that happened. The room was revealed, and you could only stand in shock.
At first glance it wasn't too bad: just a few Iron Man movie posters on the wall. But then you started to notice the not-so-little details. The action figures on his dresser and night stand. More pairs of red and yellow socks on the floor. A metallic Iron Man cap hanging on his bed post. A plastic mask of that same superhero, peeking out of a drawer. A phone case. A keychain. A plushie— no wait, two. There was even what looked a battery operated glove with a circle on the palm that probably lit up. It was off now, but there was no doubt it worked.
"Jesus Christ..."
It was just kind of... stunning. You knew he was a fan, but never to this extent. And when you found yourself at his desk, tampering with his laptop, the silver cover and dark grey Iron Man design shouldn't have been a surprise. You opened the device to check on his history project (that's what you told yourself, but really, who were you fooling) only to be met with a passcode.
"Of course," you groaned with a roll of your eyes. The obvious first attempt was "Iron Man," but that was (surprisingly) a bust. The clue given was just "Come thru."
He wouldn't have the same password as his phone, would he?
Sure enough after typing those five letters, N-O-C-H-U, the welcome screen came up.
...Idiot.
Just as the screen loaded, Jungkook stumbled into the doorway, supporting himself on the wall as he nearly fell. It was too late. You'd seen the screen. You slowly turned your wide eyes from the computer screen to face him. His face was flushed.
"L-Look, I can explain about that," he began.
Your throat closed. He didn't even have to speak. All it took was for him to take in a breath, and you were already wailing. Your face was red, your whole body lurched with laughter, and your eyes were wet with the beginnings of tears.
"Jeon Jungkook," you wheezed, "I can't believe you! I can't believe you!"
Though he only grew redder (presumably from embarrassment; maybe from shame, who knows), he couldn't help but laugh along.
"You— You're really—! A life-size, operational Tony Stark suit?" Damn, there went a lung. "I hate you! Oh my—"
"Wait! It's not as bad as it seems," he assured. And with a self-satisfied grin, he puffed up his chest with pride. "I have a discount code."
_______ tbh this idea had me laughing the whole time. It wasn't exactly fluff, but it was comedy so eh
(and im not kidding btw, the suit exists.)
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