Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

17.

Jinnie: Just wear the black one. I feel like Jungkook likes his girl in all black. 😉

Ailene: Oh wow, what gave that away, genius?
Ailene: Maybe the entire wardrobe of black clothes??

Jinnie: It's called a signature look, sweetheart. Let the man be mysterious and broody in peace.

I sighed, tossing my phone onto the bed before picking up the first outfit option and slipping into it.

Jungkook—or rather, one of his ever-efficient assistants—had stocked my wardrobe with new clothes over the past few days, enough to hold me over until I could make a trip to the mall myself. Surprisingly, I wasn't mad at the choices. They were sleek, stylish, and undeniably expensive. I couldn't stop myself from mentally tallying up the cost, just in case he ever asked for reimbursement. If he did, I'd be paying him off in installments for the next decade.

There were a few pieces that felt a little too revealing for my comfort, but Jungkook had simply smirked and called them "perfect to wear around the house." I decided not to argue.

As promised, I agreed to go on a date with him in exchange for letting me stay rent-free. With Jin's help, I settled on something casual since Jungkook had assured me it wouldn't be anything fancy. A little slice of normalcy was exactly what I needed—everything in my life had changed too fast for my liking.

I opted for a cozy black sweater that hugged my figure just right, paired with dark jeans and leather boots that were exactly my style. After checking my makeup in the mirror and adding a few loose waves to my hair, I made my way downstairs.

As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I kept my eyes glued to my phone, sending Jin a well-earned thank you.

"Finally, it only took you an hour!"

I rolled my eyes at Jungkook's complaint. "You know what, Jeon Jungkook? I—"

My words caught in my throat the second I looked up.

We had accidentally color-coordinated.

There was something about men in all black that should have been illegal. Jungkook stood near the entrance, effortlessly stunning in a fitted black shirt tucked into black jeans that hugged him just right—not too tight, not too loose. A long black coat draped over his shoulders, completing the look with an air of effortless cool. His lug-soled boots added a slight edge, making him look like he had just walked out of a high-end fashion campaign.

I lost my grip on my phone.

The device hit the floor with a loud thud, but I barely noticed. Jungkook, of course, did. He laughed at my flustered expression as he strolled over, every movement smooth and confident.

I might fold today.

"You okay?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice. He bent down to retrieve my phone, dusting it off before placing it back in my hands.

Before I could respond, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His smirk deepened as he gazed down at me, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable. "You look beautiful, as always. I have such good taste, don't you think? The shoes are from our fall collection—not even released yet."

I blinked up at him, still trying to find my ability to form coherent thoughts. "So, you did help pick out my clothes."

"Guilty," he admitted, tilting his head slightly.

I ran my fingers along the smooth fabric of his coat, my eyes catching the black face mask resting just beneath his chin. "I'll admit, the clothes are kind of nice," I muttered, feigning nonchalance.

Jungkook raised a brow, feigning offense. "Only kind of? That really wounds my pride, you know."

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Okay, fine. They're really nice. I love them. Happy?"

He nodded like an overgrown puppy, clearly pleased with himself.

"But you do look good," I admitted, my voice quieter, a light blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Really good."

His expression shifted—his gaze turned playful, yet intense. "I think that's the first time you've ever complimented me out loud without a snarky remark attached."

I pretended to think for a moment. "I'm slowly caving to your obnoxious, egotistical ways."

Jungkook laughed, the rich sound sending warmth through my chest. "That's my girl."

The words hit me like a shockwave. My entire body tensed, and he immediately noticed, his grin widening as my face betrayed me by heating up even more.

Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door. "Come on, you owe me a date, remember?"

The bowling alley wasn't too crowded, a welcome relief. Jungkook and I stood near the rack of bowling balls, each picking our weapons of choice.

"So, here's the deal," he started, setting his green ball on the rack. "Whoever gets the most strikes wins."

I lifted a skeptical brow, gripping my purple bowling ball. "And what exactly are we playing for?"

Jungkook's smirk turned downright devilish as he leaned in. "If you win, I'll do whatever you want for a full week. No complaints."

I hummed, considering. "Tempting. And if you win?"

His smirk widened. "I get a kiss."

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, but I schooled my features into an unimpressed stare. I tapped my chin, pretending to think. "Hmm... deal."

Jungkook grinned. "No cheek. On the lips."

I groaned. Well, there went my plan. But I could do this. How good could he possibly be at bowling?

We shook on it.

But it took less than fifteen minutes to realize I made a mistake accepting the bet.

Turns out, Jungkook wasn't just good. He was insanely good.

Not only did I lose, I got absolutely annihilated. By the halfway point, my ego was in shambles. By the end, it had been reduced to dust.

Jungkook rolled his final strike with unnecessary flair, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Game over."

I threw my head back with a groan. "That's not fair! You never said you were practically a pro!"

He bent down to my level, resting his hands on my thighs as he smirked. "I believe you never asked. And for the record, I'm good at everything."

I swatted his arm. "You're insufferable. I demand a rematch."

Jungkook chuckled. "No way. I won fair and square. Be a good princess and accept defeat."

I glared at him. "You're such a cheater."

He simply puckered his lips in response, making an obnoxious kissy face.

Rolling my eyes, I sped away to return my shoes, muttering under my breath. "What a menace."

The guy behind the counter greeted me as I approached, but I barely looked up, too busy checking the time on my phone.

"Have fun?" he asked casually.

"Even though I lost," I sighed, tying my laces.

Then, his next words froze me in place.

"This place sure does hold a lot of memories..."

My stomach twisted. That voice.

I finally looked up.

"Because this is where we had our first date."

Taehyung.

Author Note: (2025)

Also I remember originally writing this during the time Jungkook was super into bowling.

I also need you to know that picturing Calvin Klein Jungkook is the only option here. The chokehold that photoshoot has on me to this day is insane.