bts imagines

jungkook

i decided to change my writing style, so lowercase intended. im sorry if you are not comfortable.

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"Y/N-ah, can you take the cup for me?" jungkook calls, from the table. Y/N perks up at him. "where?"

jungkook points to the high shelves, and laughs when Y/N glares at him. "if you're expecting me to whine, it will not happen. i will take it." the girl says, standing up and walking towards the shelves. she looks up, gulping slightly.

oh my god it's too high..

when she hears a loud cackle from behind, she shakes her head.

you can do this Y/N. aren't you getting taller?

taking a deep breath, she tip toes and reaches out her hand towards the teasingly far cup. she feels some hope when her fingers brush with it. she doesn't even notice that she's leaning forward to the empty space.

just.. right- there.

"OMMA-" she squeaks in horror when she loses her balance. she's ready to take the impact with closed eyes but she never feel it. instead, she opens her eyes to be met with jungkook's. the boy's smirking.

"omma's not here, but daddy is."

Y/N blushes furiously, pushing jungkook away. "yah, you should be thankful that im not dead." she says, earning a snort from jungkook and the boy takes the cup in ease. and trust me, it makes Y/N jealous.

"yeah, you should be thankful that i saved you."

Y/N huffs. "whatever." she goes to the table to eat jungkook's half-eaten food.

"yah, that's mine!"

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who wants a daddy? 🙋🙋🙂