Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Performance

A/N: The video is a visual representation of the choreography in the story. All credit goes to the original owners.

"Wakey wakey!"

I jumped onto Jungkook's bed, shaking his body around. He groaned, pulling the blanket over his head, "Get off of me." I leaned my face into the nape of his neck, "Get up." He rolled over onto his stomach, covering the back on his head with his pillow. "Jungkook, get up!" I got on top of him, laying on my stomach. "I slept late last night, just a few more minutes..." he whined, shooing me away with his hand. "Okay then," I finally agreed, walking out the door and quietly closing the door behind me.

"Y/N, we need to talk to you," Jimin said, Taehyung standing next to him. "Why do you guys seem so serious?" I asked them, kind of anxious. Jimin grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room with Taehyung. "Sit down, " Taehyung said, dragging the desktop chair towards me. I sat down slowly, my eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Guys, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" "Should I tell her or do you want to tell her?" "Is Jungkook sick?" I asked them. "Nothing is wrong with him, he's fine," Taehyung said.

"Then what is it? You guys are freaking me out looking mournful and shit," I complained, crossing my arms in aggravation. "We know the reason why he's so sleepy and why he slept late last night," Jimin responded, making me cock my head to the side. "What do you mean?" I questioned, the guys looking at each other in worrisome. Taehyung grabbed the armrests of the chair, pulling me towards them. Jimin whispered, "He's sexually frustrated."

"Oh," I said plainly, my blank expression confusing them, "Well, what does that have to do with him sleeping late?"

AUTHOR P.O.V. ~Last Night

Jimin and Taehyung felt perplexed as they witnessed Jungkook pacing back and forth across the living room. It was 4:00 in the morning and the boys were really tired, but they knew that they had to help the youngest from his torture. "Slow down man," Jimin told him. "I can't! It's hard to sleep in peace because of this pent up frustration!" He rubbed his palms on his face, slightly pulling his hair as he grazed his fingers through his dark locks. "Go take a shower or something," Taehyung suggested, but Jungkook whimpered as he threw himself on the couch.

"I promised myself to stop having sex like a rabbit so she can think of me more than a playboy, and now that we are together..uh..she teases me so much...and-and..!!!" He smacked his head into the cushions. "So let me get this straight," Jimin began, "You stopped because you wanted to be with Y/N, and that took you about a month. Now you are together, but you guys haven't done the nasty, but she teases you a lot and now you are really horny because of the build up."

He raised his head from the pillows, "Yes!" "Wait," Taehyung said, "That means you haven't had sex for over a month?" Jungkook nodded quietly, sitting up. Jimin and Taehyung's eyes widened from the shock. "Woah, I knew you were changing for the better when you began dating her, but she's really making you a better person." Taehyung faked cried, doing it in an ugly way like he always does it. "Hyung," he began pulling onto Jimin's t-shirt, "He loves her man!"

Jimin giggled, "Yup."

Your P.O.V.

"Not my fault I'm so irresistible," I said chuckling, "But seriously, I can't really do anything. I mean I can, but I can't." They both nodded, "Yeah, I know what you mean," Taehyung replied. "I'm not saying all women do this, but from my personal experience, the reason they tease is because they want it badly, but they don't want to initiate it," Jimin told me. "Jimin! Did you just expose yourself as a dom?" I said enthusiastically, Taehyung pouncing on top of him, "You nasty mochi!"

As they wrestled each other, I walked out the room and went into mine, getting my outfit ready for the performance. "Hey," Jungkook called out to me as he entered my room. "Good morning sleepyhead," I replied, making him smile shyly. "Are you ready?" I asked him, tying my shoes. He nodded, "Hell yeah."

~At Class~

"Y/N, Jungkook, you're next," Mr. Yoo said, getting ready to push play on our chosen song. We looked at each other one last time, nodding for reassurance. When it comes to dancing, especially with someone, it takes trust. You are putting your faith into someone that will deliver art into actual form. When the song began, flashes from past dance practices flooded my mind. The hardships and obstacles, the shared laughs and smiles, and the arguments and fighting. All of that to get to this moment.

The students' eyes were carefully examining every vibration that would course through our bodies, the way we expressed the emotion through our actions and facial expressions. Once we were in the finale, I playfully pulled myself into his face, but immediately got up, making him laugh. Everyone laughed as well, clapping and cheering, some people throwing their shoes at our feet. We both bowed, heading back to our spot. "So this is what you guys have been practicing all this time," Hoseok said, impressed with our routine. Jungkook and I turned to each other, giving a smug look.

Once class was dismissed, we walked home together happily. "Hey!" We all turned around to see a petite, pink headed girl running toward us. She stopped in front of us, trying to catch her breath. "You," she began, pointing at me, "You're really good!" "Thank you," I replied, giving her a smile. "Can I have your number? I would like to be friends! And if you don't mind, you can teach me a thing or two?" I giggled, "Sure."

After the encounter with the girl, I skipped joyfully, enjoying a good day. "Someone's jolly," Namjoon said as we entered the house, watching me skip through the living room. "You," I pointed at Jungkook, "Follow me," I beckoned him, running up the stairs.

I patiently waited in my room, listening to Jungkook's steps as they got closer and closer. Once he stepped into the room and closed the door, I made him sit on the bed. "I'm ready." He chuckled, "What do you mean you're ready?" I sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, "To have sex dummy." He jolted, "Wait what?!"I laughed at his reaction, "What? I said I want to have sex." "Are you being for real?" He asked me seriously, making sure I wasn't bluffing.

"You still have to be gentle, I'm still a..." I whispered in his ear, "Virgin."

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed with my performance."