Teasing Maknae [Jungkook x Reader]

Chapter 5

-a/n; i love searching for pics bc oh my god do you even know what he is bc i do he is a masterpiece and it hurts me

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"What do I want to do?" Jungkook repeated, "I don't know,"

You stared at him with a bored expression, "You're really no fun. Say, what do you do with your hyungs? That can be something we could do-"

"Boy stuff."

"Oh my god, I'm about to suggest a really cliché thing people do when they invite people to their house because you have nothing in that brain!" you knocked his head with your fist, softly. His hair was still fluffy as ever, "Soft..." you mumbled while hand combing his hair.

"And that is?" he asked, not bothering to remove your hand from petting his head.

"A movie," you suggested.

"Oh, fine. Where's your bathroom? If you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower and we'll decide on what movie when I'm out, okay?"

You nodded and pointed to a long corridor, giving him basic directions to the bathroom.

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He came out with a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. You heard footsteps so you turned around only to see him walking somewhere, you blushed when you saw his toned abdominals. He glanced your way and he caught you staring, he laughed, "Sorry, I forgot my bag. I just came to get it so I can change into some night clothes,"

"Night clothes?" you asked, confused.

"Oh yeah, I'm spending the night here," he casually replied.

"What?! I thought you were only going to hang out for a bit then go home! I don't have a spare bed! U-Um, I'll just make the couch comfy for you," you stuttered, dumbfounded, "Okay?"

He didn't respond, but he didn't protest either, so you got up from the couch and properly placed the pillows, went to get a nice and comfortable blanket, and placed it down. While you did that he went back to the background to change. He was casually blow drying his hair when you heard him sing a familiar song when walking by the door to go to your bedroom.

We don't talk anymore by Charlie Puth.

Like previously mentioned, you didn't like the song. But when you heard his angelic voice sing it, your opinion immediately changed on the tune. Well, his version. You stared blankly at the white wooden door that lead to your bathroom. Suddenly, the door opened and revealed a rather good-looking maknae even without makeup, wearing some grey sweatpants and a simple black shirt with a bit of white wording on the back but you couldn't read out what it said.

You pouted; he stopped singing. He tilted his head in confusion, "What's wrong? Did I do something?" he lightly chuckled when he saw you checking him out.

"O-Oh, um, I like your singing. You know, when you sang We don't talk anymore. You even sang it in English! Amazing!" you complimented. He smiled with his cutie-pie bunny smiled. You felt like your heart melted.

"Thank you! Didn't I already make a cover of it?" he questioned, trying to remember, "I think I did,"

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't hear it before!"

"Why are you apologizing?" he laughed. "But, yeah, thanks! Do you like the original song? I really do!"

"Actually," you put a finger on your chin, "No, I don't like it. But I like your version! To be honest, I find it better."

He smiled and thanked you for the hundredth time after walking down to the living room to get some sleep on the couch, "Good night, (Y/N)," he wished.