mi amor | jungkook AU

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his lips were so soft. i scooted closer to him and i felt him pull me deeper into the kiss. we weren't hardcore making out, no. it felt gentle, caring... sweet. it felt and tasted sweet. when we pulled away the sun still made him look breathtaking. a familiar feeling of heat rose to my face, but i smiled at him. we were smiling at each other.

"your lips are soft." i told him, giggling a bit because of how stupid i sounded. he giggled with me, "yours are too." everything felt like a pink haze has lifted over us. bubblegum colored everything. in the moment i felt like i needed to confess everything. looking from the sunset to him, i felt lifted. mood, spirit, mind.

maybe yoongi was right the first time, i did like jungkook. i DO like jungkook. i like jungkook.

"everything feels like a pink filter around you." i tell him. he looks over to me, amused, "it does, does it?" i nodded, "i feel lifted. that sounds stupid, but i realized i never told you how i felt." he hums in response, nodding for me to continue if i wanted to. i did, "everything about you is surreal. being near you makes me nervous and a little scared to touch you, but at the same time i'm enchanted by you and i have to touch you to make sure you're here. of course, i never did try to touch you. that would've been weird. kissing you felt like i was part of heaven."

he smiles at me, "you look like heaven." i shove him, but laugh at his compliment. when he retained his posture on the bench, i rested my head on his shoulder. "we should go home," i tell him, "it's getting late." he nodded his head in agreement and we went back to my car.

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when we arrived at the boys house, everything seemed about normal. no one questioned us when we entered, unless it was where we went. they already knew jungkook was going to be with me. i'm pretty sure they would've all be curious as to where the youngest of their group would be. yoongi and i made eye contact for a moment, and i could feel jungkook slowly leading me into the other room.

yoongi didn't want us to spend time together for a while. i wonder how the rest of the guys' response to that would be, or if yoongi had already told them. i take one quick glance at him, curiously. i think he knew what i meant by that because he smiled and nodded. his thumbs went up, so i'm taking that he did. my attention went back to jungkook.

"did you guys already eat?" namjoon asked. jungkook looked over to each other then at namjoon. he sighed and shook his head at us, "we already ate, go eat. the leftovers are in the fridge." jungkook nodded his head, grabbed a few food covers, and motioned for me to follow him to his room. he left, but came back with chopsticks for us to use and eat the food. the hyungs didn't say anything, as far as i'm aware of anyways.

we ate in silence for a moment, and i'd giggle at him sometimes for how he ate his food. i don't think i've ever paid so much attention to him eating. i don't think he's paid as much attention watching me eat, either. we were a giggling mess as he tried to pick the food that hasn't already gotten into my mouth.

with my chopsticks, i'd try to stab him away so he wouldn't take it. when we finished eating, i helped jungkook put the covers away and went back to his room and laid on his bed. we weren't cuddling, and no one was in the living room or dining room so they didn't know we finished eating. jungkook and i were just staring at his ceiling.

at one point, we just lifted our hands and ended up trying to fight each other with those hands lifted up. it was stupid, but it was fun and i had a really good time with it. jungkook was a sore loser whenever i "cheated" on the game, but he was stronger than me and i didn't want to lose to him so... we were both sore losers. obviously, i was the bigger sore loser.

"did i ever ask what your favorite memory was?" i asked him when our competitiveness had died down. i looked over at him. he was pouting, but had a thinking face on. he stayed in that moment for a while before shaking his head and turning his eyes in my direction and smiling so cute and innocent like. i rolled my eyes but giggled.

"i was chased around by a shovel once." he told me. i bursted out laughing, "that's a favorite memory?" i looked over to him. he nodded his head. "favorite." i repeated. "yes, what's wrong with that memory?!" he started laughing with me. "that's a dangerous thing that should be put under 'traumatizing' than 'most favorite memory' like?" i explain to him. he shrugs his shoulders, "i remember it as a really good time."

"you're so weird."

"we're all weird."

"point." i nodded my head, giving him that much credit for what he said. "now," he trailed, "your turn."

i rested my index finger on my chin and hummed. a ton of memories came into mind before i had my 'aha!' moment. he looked over to me, curious. i got really giddy, "when my bunny had bunnies!" he awed at me and i couldn't stop smiling at the memory. "that seems like some memory you'd favor a lot." he giggles. i got defensive, "what's that suppose to mean?"

"when we were at emart you were drooling all over the rabbits. there were chinchilla's there, but you paid more attention to the rabbits." he explained. a huge part of me knew he was right, but i was still defensive, "no..."

"yes."

"no."

"yes."

"bunnies are just cuter." i tell him. he hums to me in a 'oh, okay' kind of tone. i roll my eyes at him. "they are." i get whinier, and i start pouting at the memory of bunnies. "if you say so," he says, "but i like dogs." i pipe up, "dogs are cute too!"

"do you just like... every animal?"

i thought about it for a moment, "um... no. i don't favor snakes, or animals that have the potential to kill me like that." he gives me a blank look, resulting in me hitting him because he wouldn't stop being so judgmental.

"you are so weird, amor." he raises his voice over me hitting him. when i settle down from hitting him, we go back to the position we were in before all the hitting.

silence comes over us and it just stays there. we were left in our thoughts. i was left in my thoughts, and i guess jungkook and i were thinking the same thing when we went, "what now?" to be clear, i didn't fully understand what he had meant. my confusion left him to explain further, "what do we do now?" i still didn't understand, and he was getting angsty. "i like you a lot, and i know you like me. i'm okay if we don't rush things, but what do we do now? what are we? how do we continue on from here?" he asks.

i stare at him for a while before staring at the wall, thinking. "well," i begin, "we don't want to rush anything, right? at least i don't. a lot of weird things happened within a week, and even if we do like each other the question is how much of us could we enjoy? i think i have a clue as to how much i know you, and you might with me. i just want us to date with certainty and not regret it later. that would suck. we've obviously have gotten close in a short time, mainly because we were forced to, but it was nice.

it brought me close to you and allowed me to get to know you. a lot of shit went down in the process, but if it was all worth it -- we don't really know right now. we can assume it's worth it right now, but i don't want to risk losing you. and i hope you can see it from my perspective. it makes sense to me, i hope it makes sense to you." i look over to him and he had a small smile on his face, and looking up at the ceiling. "i like that idea." he tells me.

"we can go on a lot more dates, and hang out more." i suggest. his smile got bigger and he looked over at me, "i'd love that." i agree with him. another moment of silence falls over us, but we didn't care. it felt nice.

jungkook perks up, "do you want to go on a date tomorrow?" i giggle and turn over to him, "i would love that! where would we go?" he thinks for a moment before responding back to me, "just dress nice."

"how nice?"

"like a masterpiece."