It's Always Been Him (BTS Jungkook x Reader)

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My heart was racing as I returned to my seat on the far side of the class. Jungkook trailed in after me, holding back a smirk. A faint blush dusted my cheeks, even now. And as he sat down next to me, I felt my face burn harder. Maya turned around and asked me what the interview was about, not noticing my tomato of a face.

"No one else got asked to do one, did they? Cause I mean, I'd love t- ... Why are you blushing?" She glanced at Jungkook who ignored her and kept drawing notes. She leaned in. "Am I missing something?" She whispered. I gulped and shook my head.

"Nope." I whispered back. "Nah we uhm, it was for a music thing. I don't know, aha." Maya gave me a weird look.

"You just got interviewed, and you don't know what about? Jeez, air head much?" I chuckled nervously. She got bored and turned back around, flirting lightly with Namjoon as she did every lesson. Again, totally faithful to Daesuk. Just a bit of a natural flirt.

I went to get my pencil to try and compose more, but I realised I gave it to Jungkook so I got out a brown colouring pencil instead. I saw Jungkook glance over, but he didn't say anything, so I left it. I didn't manage to do any work in the last ten minutes of the lesson though, I was too busy thinking about what had just happened.

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-Kissed me. He kissed me. I was so stunned I forgot to kiss back. His lips were really smooth, and the kiss wasn't rough or forceful. It wasn't even a lustful kiss. It was just a gentle, loving kiss.

I mean maybe not loving, it's not like we liked each other.

But as he pulled away, I gazed into his eyes and let myself get lost. They weren't cruel or cold, mocking nor seductive. They were soft and kind, and kinda sad. I think he was going to say something, I don't know, because I pulled him in by the back of his neck and kissed him back. Our lips moved with each other as if we'd been doing this for months. He brought my waist closer, and I felt the heat from his body buzz into mine.

I pulled away this time and looked away. I didn't know if he was toying with me, but everything - every feeling - I'd been pushing down, trying to block, came bursting to the surface and made butterflies flutter in my stomach. I felt a little light-headed, but not like I was about to faint. More like, I'd just kissed someone I'd been crushing on for a while. But I wasn't crushing on him. I couldn't have been.

I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid. Of course I liked him you idiot.

My stomach sunk. Did he feel the same? Was he just toying with me?

"Oh." That was all I could manage. He chuckled shyly.

"Does that pay off my debt to you?" I froze. What? I looked at him confused. "The crying session? That made up for it, right?" He voice was still soft, too soft, for him to be playing with me. I nodded slowly.

"Uh yeah, sure." I chuckled, disappointed. That wasn't real?

He brushed my hair out of my face. "You're really dense." He kissed me again, shorter this time. The butterflies came back, and my stomach did somersaults.

"Oh, so you-you-.. You liiiike m-" He cut me off with a peck.

"Yes. Idiot." I couldn't stop myself from grinning.

"Well this is a lovely surprise." One hand was still on my waist, the other resting in the crook of my neck. I chuckled lightly.

It only then dawned on me that this was real, and I accidentally pulled away. I paced out of habit and tried to stay calm.