bts oneshots ✓ [completed]

Desire | Jungkook

wrote this as a filler so i can write an angsty 2-part namjoon oneshot

❌❕warnings: super short

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      "Not to be rude, but I'm like, ninety percent sure that she has no idea you exist." Seokjin looks apologetically at Jungkook, as the younger's eyes follow you across the room. You had simply gotten up out of your seat, to sit by your friend so that you could work together, and had walked past Jungkook's desk. Thus, catching his gaze.

     "Yeah, that's pretty rude." Jimin intervenes from beside Jungkook. Jungkook elbows Jimin softly, shooting him a playful smile. The seven boys all huddled around the small table, whispering at you obliviously chatter away with your friend.

     "How long has Kookie been hung up on her? Like, three years now?" Namjoon pokes the youngest's forehead, earning a scowl from him. But Jungkook doesn't reply, and instead looks down at his fingers in embarrassment. Namjoon was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

   One of the school's most popular, was hung up on a quiet girl with a heart-melting smile and an ocean of (e/c) eyes, too easy for him to get lost in.

   It started as a simple middle school crush. A cute little fascination with a girl. But this small fascination, these tiny fantasies of holdimg your hand or giving you flowers, had turned into a red-hot desire to grab your face and smash his lips against yours.

  The desire to show everyone you were his, and his alones.

   The desire to spoil you with your favorite flowers, and give you stuffed animals, and give you his hoodie when you were cold.

    No.

    Not desire.

   Need.

   The bell rings, the sharp noise immediately shatteting Jungkook's imaginative daydream. He immediately gathers his belongings, and darts out of the room.

   Completely oblivious to your lingering gaze, as he left the room for lunch.

    "(Y/n)!" Your friend's voice pulls your back to reality. Plastering a smile onto your features, you turn to your friend.

   "Yes?" You ask, carefully placing your books into your bag.

    "Wanna eat in the library again? Mrs.  Jung loves us." Your friend grins, referring to the humble librarian. It was true, Mrs. Jung did have a soft spot for you and (friend's name). Namely, because you were both respectful and quiet, and cleaned up after yourselves.

    "Sure!" You reply with forced cheerfulness. You both exit the classroom; but only you were accutely aware of the six stares on the back of your head.

 

     "We should come up with a plan." Taehyung schemes, leaning towards the five older boys.

      "You are aware, that if we do that and something goes wrong, Jungkook will never forgive us?" Seokjin interrupts, looking at all the lowerclassmen.

     Suddenly, in the midst of their conversation, Jungkook pokes his head into the room suspiciously.

    "What are you people still doing here?" He asks, one eyebrow raised. They all look to eachother, exchanging foreign glances. Simultaneously, they all shrug.

    "Well hurry up. It's lunch. I'm hungry."

    "Such a needy little baby." Seokjin sighs, the first to follow Jeongguk out of the classroom. The rest are quick to follow.

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      "The English language is garbage and I strongly believe that this class should be banned." You mumble, using your sleeve as a thin cushion against your cheek. Jungkook, your desk partner for English class, looks over at you with tinted cheeks.

   Not that what you had said was any cause for blushing, which it wasn't. It was simply that everytime you talked to him, his face would heat up without his control.

  Which is a major inconvenience, as he truly does enjoy talking to you.

   "Why do you say that?" Jungkook braves. You look over, startled. Usually he never replies.

   You assumed it was because you annoyed him.

   "Um. Well, I mean it's stupid. That's why they call it the hardest language to learn, don't they?" You shrug.

  Jungkook, growing braver with each passing moment, opened his mouth to speak.

   "Miss (Surname) and Mr. Jeon, am I interrupting something?" The teacher turns, scowling at the both of you.

  You trip over your words. You're never scolded by teachers.

   However, Jungkook seemed to be calm and cool.

   The perks of being a bad boy, you think sourly.

   "No, (some random ass teacher name i give 0 fucks rn) you aren't. Please, carry on. English away!" Jungkook waves his hand in dismissal. The teacher narrows (his/her/their/its/walrus) eyes at Jungkook, before turning back around and proceeding to instruct the class.

   "Anways," Jungkook turns back to you.

   You didn't know then, but these English class discussions would later blossom into something neither of you had anticipated.

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