(EDITING) Baby under lock and key「Jungkook x Reader」

Arrangements

Staring...

Staring...

You haven't long woken up, bed head, still in your pjs with a coffee stain down the shirt, large bags under your eyes, odd socks.

Not exactly the best image to have when you're RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR BIAS!!!!

"Um, Yeh. Well, I can Um... try I suppose." You reply. "I mean, I am fifteen, so I'm not great with mechanics, but I do take engineering at school."

"Fifteen? You look a lot older may I say" he smiled, running his hands through his hair, then putting them in his front pockets. He wore a long sleeved black shirt, with the top button undone, black (slightly) skinny jeans and black pointed work shoes.

Why is he dressed so formal? You ask yourself.

"I'm going out for a sec!" You yell, so your brother can hear you. "C-can I quickly get changed or-"

You were interrupted as Namjoon grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him.

"You don't need to, it looks like you're already filled with natural beauty as it is. Besides, we have our stylists in the bus, so this can be our way of saying thanks."

Your heart sounds like it's going to come out of your chest, Namjoons large hands around your small wrist, the warmth emitted from his hand making you feel like your higher then any drug.

He let's go of your wrist, and smiles.

"You'll see the tourbus from the gate. Ladies first" he holds his hand out to you, but you don't accept it, from the fear that you'll throw up, due to how overwhelmed you feel.

"Apologies." He smiles.

You walk around a path, in your front garden, which leads to a gate. You push the gate open, to find three other members standing outside, leaning against the bus.

But the bus is right outside your house. Next to your drive. Your mind is still wondering:

'HOW ON EARTH DO YOU FIX A TOURBUS?'

You notice Jimin, Suga and Jungkook were the ones outside, meaning that V, Jin and J-hope were still in the Bus.

Namjoon leaned close to your ear

"Now, they have been practicing their English for quite a few years now, only myself and Jungkook are fluent. But everyone else can speak English, just not fluently." Namjoon explained

"Wait, Jungkook is fluent, since when?" You ask.

"We don't reveal to the Army's how much English we know." He smiled.

Jungkook jumps from the side of the tourbus, and edges closer towards you and Namjoon.

"Any luck?" Jungkook asked.

"Apparently this lady knows how to do it." Namjoon replied.

"Well I can try." You say, pushing the hair behind your ear as you feel slightly shy because of Jungkooks presence.

Suddenly the door bursts open.

J-hope jumps out of the bus, with party poppers. He landed on his bum though, there were a few awkward seconds of silence, which were broken by J-hope popping the party poppers.

"Congratulations!" He shouted.

"J-HOPE!" You gasp.

He gets to his feet, runs up to you and wraps his arms around you, making you fall on the floor. But he holds the back of your head and your neck, to avoid serious damage, to your neck as well as your fangirl-organs. You close your eyes until you meet the floor.

Then they slowly open again, to find J-hope's body on top of yours, and his chin resting on your chest, very close to your face.

You blush...

Intensely...

His wide smile doesn't help either.

"Is it English-speaku-time Namjoon?" J-Hope asks.

"Yes J-hope" he replies.

"J-hope!" Jungkook snapped.

"Come on Hobi, get off of [Y/N]" You notice V poked his head out of the door.

"We're out of jam!" Jin shouted from the bus.

Namjoon chuckles to himself.

J-hope stood up, and held his hand out to you. You accept it, and he pulls you up. But sudden realisation struck you.

"Wait. Taehyung, how do you know my name?" You ask.

"Well done Taehyung." Jungkook sighed, facepalming.

"There's something we need to tell you." Namjoon says, approaching you. "This won't be easy-"

What if it's Namjoon has had a secret crush on me and he came to confess his love, get married, and have Namjoon babies!!! You think. That's a bit too far fetched, even for my imagination...

"You and Jungkook have an arranged marriage." Namjoon said, saying it quite quickly.

W....h....a....t....? You think, totally brain dead.

"Are you sure that's correct? I mean... I'm sure there are plenty of Korean girls or non Korean girls, if Jungkook doesn't want to marry a Korean girl, that he can marry. Why me? I'm sure you don't even know my name. He he he he..." You laugh.

"No [Y/N] I do know who you are" Jungkook said.

He moves closer to you, but you edge back towards the gate, which is closed. You find yourself face to face with someone who is not your bias, but yet is your oppa. His eyes locked on yours.

His hand reaches your arm, and his other hand slams against the gate, close to your head.

"I want you [Y/N]" he whispers.

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