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mute - jungkook

You gazed at the date on your phone.

14 February. 1 am.

Here it is again. Another Valentine’s Day.

Alone and without Jungkook.

But you were unaffected by it though. Because although Jungkook couldn’t be with you today, you knew that you would see him tomorrow and you understood his busy schedule.

But that didn’t mean you were sad. I mean, you were handling this loneliness pretty badly - in your living room, spread out on the floor watching Running Man and stuffing your face with junk food and whining.

“JUNGKOOKIE-AH~!”

Yeah. You totally had everything under control.

Patience, you thought to yourself, you’ll see him tomorrow.

-

The next day you found yourself spread out in the same position as before, chip crumbles on the corner of your mouth and your face all puffy from eating so much ramen. Juice stains were on your shirt and your Running Man episode was replaying for the umpteenth time.

What time is it? You pulled out your watch.

“9:30 am. 15 February”

OH MY GOD JUNGKOOK WILL BE HERE IN LIKE 10 MINUTES.

You quickly tidied the place up, throwing away your empty cans and potato chip bags. You took the quickest shower of your life and put on a some clean clothes, just in time to answer the ringing coming from the door.

You sprinted to the door, sliding a little because of yourself.

“HI BABE!” He shouted at you.

“H-” you squeaked, “H-” you squeaked again. You looked constipated with your mouth open and protruding forward and your hand resting on your throat, trying to figure out why you couldn’t talk.

Must’ve been the food I ate last night…

“ Uhh… okay then…” he mumbled and held your cheek.

You couldn’t do anything but press your lips in a thin line and motion for him to come in.

He strolled in and settled down on the couch and you sat a bit far from him, almost on the other end of the couch, glum that you lost your voice.

“Uh…” he mumbled awkwardly.

You looked up at him, and he looked back up at you. He took a sharp intake of breath.

“Baby are you mad?”

You looked up at him with big eyes. How were you going to tell him that you were just sick?

You pursed your lips together as he scurried to you.

He held the back of your head and plopped down, face inches away from yours.

“Did I upset you,” he pouted.

You sighed, trying to explain to him, but ending up looking like a dysfunctional mess, which startled him even more.

“I’m so stupid,” he sighed and looked at you i the eyes, “Baby just tell me what did I do wrong? I must be such an idiot. Is it because of that backup dancer I said hi to? Or that time I ate your oreo? Or…” he rambled on, not even looking at you in the eyes but gazing in a distance, “I knew it!” he squinted his eyes and turned back to you, “It’s because I liked that NamKook (Rap monster and Jungkook) smut isn’t it!” he sighed, looking at you and staring into your soul with utmost seriousness for such a ridiculous thing you said.

You giggled your ass off.

“Baby girl it’s not funny is that really the reason why you’re ignoring me?” he pouted with a slight grin seeing that you were taking this lightly, and he cupped your face.

You didn’t hesitate to slam your head foreward and press your lips onto his.

His eyes widened in shock; contrary to yours which were fully shut and kissing him, but he sank into the kiss.

You held his shoulders and pushed away.

Pulling out your phone, you typed some things out.

“I have a sore throat jagi >;)))))”

He peered at the text before his eyes lit up.

“I thought… you… I…I-” he stuttered, looking between you and your phone; back and forth like a surprised child.

He sighed in content and pulled you close to him, letting you straddle him and his fingers immediately intertwined around your waist.

He held your head and pulled it close to him, inhaling your scent with a big breath, out of relief.

“Don’t ever scare me like that,” he whispered.

You smiled and turned your head to the side to start kissing his jawline, sucking hard and then licking the the places you knew you were leaving bruises behind. But you didn’t care- he had makeup artists for a reason.

“Mmmm… my baby girl,” he grabbed your ass and moaned into your hair.

But then you pulled away.

You bent down and whispered into his ear.

“NamKook smut?” you said before pulling away and shooting him a judgmental face.

He blushed and you shook your head, folding your arms and getting off him, leaving him dazed and embarrassed.

“You are the weirdest nineteen year old :( no sex for you!” you typed into your phone jokingly and swung to his face.

His eyes widened in sadness as he quickly scrambled to his feet and was about to stretch arms to trap you in his embrace but you ran off.

You ran away; up the stairs and into your shared room with him, before closing the door on him.

“Baby girl… I know you’re in there!” he cooed.

You kicked the door in response, earning an “ow!” from the opposite end.

“Ya… don’t be jealous of Namjoon~! You sound much better in bed anyway! Well, based on that fanfiction he was pretty bad. I mean like he could have totally sucked my-” he trailed off, earning another kick through the door from you.

“Ow! I’m joking I’m joking! Hey I know you’re sick but I could totally make you scream till I hear my baby girl again,”

You nineteen-year old.