It's Jeon Now | Jungkook x Reader

4

"Jungkook, hurry up." I sat down in the airplane seat, putting my seatbelt on for takeoff.

Jungkook being himself was incredibly slow with his suitcase and my purse, the staff said that our luggage was small enough to take with us.

Jungkooks parents had booked us 1st class, there was even a way to change our chairs into beds, there was a lot of leg space and because of us sharing a row, there were two TVs. There were even doors to close us off from everybody else.

"Yeah yeah," Jungkook groaned, pulling his luggage to our seats, he handed me my purse, wiggling his arm after.

"My purse isn't that heavy." I lifted easily, Jungkook looked at me baffled. "How?" He asked, looking at me lifting it with ease.

"Guess you're just weak." I shrugged, putting the purse on a little island beside me.

"Just hurry up and put the suitcases in." I waved him off.

"Sure thing, brat." He mumbled the last word, making me snap my eyes back to him.

"Excuse me? I'm not spoiled thank you very much. I was forced into this marriage so don't expect me to be all happy and bubbly about this." I glared daggers, making him gulp.

"Sorry," Jungkook muttered quickly, putting the suitcases up above us.

"Now sit." I patted the seat beside me. Jungkook nodded, a small smile on his face as he sat way too close to me.

"Jungkook, there's a lot of room in your seat." I pushed his shoulder.

"We're married, get used to it. We'll be sleeping in the same bed." He linked our arms, resting his head on my shoulder.

I sighed, seeing that he didn't put his seatbelt on, I leaned down to put it together.

"W-what are you doing?" He stuttered as I leaned across his lap.

I quickly grabbed the seat belt and clicked it together to get rid of his ideas.

"You're gross." I muttered.

"You're cute, adorable, sweet, confident, gorgeous, smart, pretty, amaz-" I shushed him.

"Shut up." I whispered, before leaning the other way to get my phone.

"Sure." He latched onto my arm again, pulling me back right after I got my phone.

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I ignored Jungkook looking over my shoulder, his chin on my shoulder and my arm trapped to his chest, him pulling me back whenever I tried to take my arm out.

"Jungkook." I said, closing the doors with my free hand.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking at me close the door before averting his eyes back to me.

"You're um, pushing yourself against my... You know..." I bit my lip, not wanting anybody to hear where he was.

"Your what? Arm?" He asked. "No uhm... Things..." I wanted to die.

"What things!?" He yelled, cueing me to yell from habit.

"My boobs Jungkook! My f*cking boobs!" I whacked his head, before slapping my mouth, there were at least 5 other people in our area, who knows how many staff.

"Oh," his face turned red, loosening his grip on my arm. I glared at him.

"I'd like it if you let go of my arm instead." I tried wiggling out again, causing him to pull me closer to him.

"This is comfort, your boobs shouldnt hurt than much from the slightest bit of pressure." Jungkook smiled, kissing me before I could reply.

I froze for a second, then furrowed my brows. I pushed his face off mine and slapped his shoulder. "What the f*ck!?" I yelled.

He covered my mouth with his hand. "We're not the only people in the area, baby." He smiled, removing his hand before I could rip it off with my teeth.

"Don't call me that," I blushed, nicknames always made me blush no matter who they came from. "Since you're blushing, I'll call you babe instead, that sound alright... Babe?" He smirked, leaning back onto my arm.

How the hell did he go from sexy to cute in a matter of sec- wait what? No, he wasn't sexy, or cute. He was perverted and childish.

"Again, you're gross." I rolled my eyes, taking my phone off the floor and continuing to do 'stuff.'

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Sorry I didn't write more, school is now giving us homeworks and tests and I'm not ready for this crap I have too many things to look after! I hope you all understand and I promise next week it will be longer!