One more chance (Jungkook x reader)

Flustered Pt.2

You and Jin arrived at your house, still holding hands. You were about to open the door when you felt him let go of your hand. You frowned a little, your hand felt cold with out his warm one.

"Jin?" You questioned softly.

He smiled sheepishly at you.

"I don't think it's alright for me to come into your house without your permission, I can leave if you'd like me to." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

He was too polite.

You didn't mind him coming into your house, Jungkook hadn't slept over in a while...,

He was probably with ........

The bitch,

Minjee.... ugh.

Why were you even thinking about him! Jin is right here!

"It's alright Jin, you can stay and come in my house." You responded.

He smiled gratefully at you and followed you inside your cozy home.

You took your shoes off and put them on your shoe rack, he did too.

You went ahead and looked back to stare at him. He was surveying your living space, only Jungkook had been inside your house before. He took the time to memorize it, in awe and curiosity.

Did he not like your living space?

Was it too ugly, or messy?

You weren't deemed to be messy, but you weren't exactly a clean freak either......

You chuckled nervously...
"Is it too messy for your liking?"

Jin shook his head and smiled at you bashfully.

Holy shit.

The smile he sent you could be enough to make you fly to the moon and get stranded there with no regret at all. You aimlessly stared at his face, wondering.

HOw THe hell is this boi so perfect?!?

Yoooooo.

Why?

This boy is too handsome and kind for his own goooood.

"Y/N?" He said softly, snapping you out of your messy world of weird thoughts.

You made eye contact and noticed a flush on his face, he immediately looked away.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or are we going to hand out?" He said, regaining his composure and looking back at you with a smirk.

You blushed and hit him, denying that you were actually staring.

"Yah! You pink princess! I wasn't staring!" You smacked him on the arm, and he drew back.

His face looked slightly offended and he rubbed his arm.

"Aigooooo Y/N-ah! You're so violent! If you wanted to touch me, you could've asked." He said, a smirk creeping up to his face and he leaned closer to you.

Affection and amusement danced in his chocolate brown eyes. Those beautiful eyes that showed honesty and raw affection.

You shook your head, grinning.
"Ayoooo. Stop being a pedophile Jin, I'm younger than you. Ahjussi."

You grinned and pushed his head back, your hand on his face.

He spluttered and pulled you close, his hands around you.

You were trapped and comfortable in his arms.

"I'm not an ahjussi! I'm too beautiful to be one! I'm your oppa!" He berated you, feeling offended that you had the audacity to actually call him 'ahjussi'.

(Ahjussi-Middle Aged Man.)

You rolled your eyes and coed at him, deciding to tease him more.

"Awww......Jinnie, okay. You're not an ahjussi..."

He smirked at you, and leaned closer, whispering to you. His eyes had gone from a light brown to a murky dark brown.

"Then what am I?" He whispered, his voice dropping several octaves down.

You gulped and blinked a couple of times, startled by the sudden close proximity.

"You're a pedophile."

Your voice cut through the tension in the air like a hot knife through butter, his hold in you tightened and he backed his face away.

"A PEDOPHILE?!?!"

"You take that back!" He hissed, his eyes narrowing as he puffed his cheeks out.

You shook your head, refusing to take it back and his hands immediately flew from your waist to your armpits.

He tickled you like there was no tomorrow, his hands scouring your poor body and you tried to contain your laughs.

"Take it back!"

You sucked in a breath and spluttered a response.

"N-no!"

"Take it back"

"No!"

"Take it back!"

"PfffhhAhahsjjzjjms!"

He tickled you more aggressively, cooing at you,

"I didn't catch that Y/N, care to repeat what you said."

"I take it back!" You screamed, exhausted and drained.

He stopped and you both realized the position that you guys were in.

He was hovering over you, his hands above your head and knees cornering your legs, you were below him, levelled with his face.

You both blushed and sat up from the floor.

He apologized, with a face that matched your own, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You felt warm, as if you were dancing around clouds.

It wasn't a bad feeling.

"What am I to you?" He questioned.

You smirked and looked back at him.

"You're eomma!!!"

He frowned and got up, cornering you once more. You barely had time to blink before his face was inches away from your own.

"Does your eomma try to kiss you all the time?"

Your eyes widened.

"Wha-"

Before you could complete the word, his lips were on your own.