falling skies || jeon jungkook x reader

15

--- Jungkook nodded while putting his boxers on. ---

I was greeted by a bare tanned-skinned chest being stuffed in my face. I'm guessing it was Jungkook as we slept together for the night. The scent of his worn fragrance lingered in between my nostrils as I breathed in.

"Morning sleepyhead," his morning voice was raspy, but hot. It was like hearing a breathy cold tone while the sound of a young excited boy ready to go somewhere.

"Morning," I replied back, forcing my head to tilt upwards to see him. Kissing his chin, Jungkook had snickered to himself. All I did was give him a confused look before we both got out of bed to eat breakfast.

"Eat up, (Y/N)," Jungkook's mother chimed, placing a stack full of waffles/pancakes infront of me. I smiled in return before digging in.

We all sat together at the dining table. Jungkook sat next to me while his older brother was opposite him and their mother was opposite me. The air was filled with silence, except hearing the sound of cutlery clanking together and people chewing. It was fairly awkward.

"So..." their mother started, uncertain on what to say, "A-Are yo-you guys a th-thing?" she asked, swinging her index finger at Jungkook and I. His brother glared at his mother as Jungkook chocked on his own food.

How was I suppose to respond to that!? Do I lie!? Or do I just tell the plain truth!? Did she hear us? Or did she find out?

"N-No-"

"Yes, we are," Jungkook spat, avoiding eye contact with everyone. I turned my head to him, looking down at his bare hands. They were shaking and twitching, so I interlocked my hand with his. He looked up at me, so I nodded and a small smile grew on my face.

"Thought so," she added, "Well, I hope you two have a great futu-" Jungkook's older brother pulled himself off of his chair, leaving the room to head upstairs. His facial expression was blunt, so I had no idea what he was thinking. We all followed our heads to his direction, looking confused.

"Hyung!" Jungkook shouted, trying to get the male's attention. He failed and so he had gotten up himself, following the boy. I watched from afar before turning my head to their mother, giving an apologetic smile.

"Don't be sorry sweetheart. It isn't your fault," His mother informed, "He never acted this way."

"So it is my faul-"

"It's not."

As I was walking down the corridor to get to Jungkook's room, I had bumped into someone. "Oof, I'm so sorry- It's you." My voice getting from high pitched embarrassment to a low pitched confusion real quick.

"Look, I know what you did. I heard it, so don't try and hide it. Jungkook does this to every girl he brings over."

Jungkook. Every girl. It rang and rang through my head, echoing and instead of it getting quieter, it got louder.

It was his brother who just 'informed' me about this. I mean, I've only known him for like a day and a quarter. Should I really trust him more than my own boyfriend?

"Mum doesn't know anything about this and don't bother telling her,"

We parted our ways, without even baring to look at eachother. His scent was the same as Jungkook's, but it was much stronger. The fragrance intoxicating my nostrils as I walked past his own body. Was this a rival thing? Or was it the truth? What is he planning to do?

"Aish, Jungkook-ah!" I exclaimed, cupping my forehead into my hand as I slammed the door open, "I think you killed me for first time."

"First time?" He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms against his chest. "Is my aegyo not cute?" Jungkook motioned his hands around his face. Cupping it. Pouting. Smiling. Making weird sad noises along the actions.

"Ah!" I exaggerated, slamming my hand on my chest to where my heart was while falling down. "So painful! It hurts... Someone call the doctor..."

We both laughed heavily and loudly, clutching onto our own stomachs. It was a moment to truly remember. How our actions can change people within seconds, whether it was happiness or sadness.

"Jungkook."

I was now sitting beside him on his bed, resting my hand closest to him on his thigh. There was no response so I tried again.

"Jungkook."

Still no answer.

"Kook, are you even alive?"

"Yes...? I think so...?"

"Very funny Mr Jeon and I got a question." There was pause of silence flooding into the room, but I finally spoke up after releasing my hand off his thigh. "Is it true? You bring girls here and... fuck them...?"

"No, who told you that?" His head perked up. His cheeks getting rosier and his eyes shakening. Was it true what his brother had said?

"No one... I just heard it. Y'know like rumours..."

"Alright then." Jungkook's voice got quieter, almost like he was lying. The sudden actions and vocal chords changing overtime. Is he telling the truth?

It was late afternoon and I'm guessing mother wanted me to come back home. I said my goodbyes with hugs, waves and even smiles. I couldn't figure out anything from the truth to a lie. It was all complicated. The older one giving odd glares and snarls, while the younger one looked confused and surprised. Their mother knew nothing, except bringing girls to sleep over. Oh, how I wish this hell ended.

"Mum!" I shouted, opening the front door to smell the familiar fragrance I knew. "Minzy! Anyone home?" There was no answer, nor anyone seeming to be around in the rooms I could see with my own vision. I took many steps, looking around the place. Under, over, behind and infront. No one was around. Well that's what I thought...

"BOO!" It was Mum and Minzy hidden in masks, holding a iced sponge cake infront of my face. "Surprise!" They exclaimed in unison.