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jungkook - request

well, it's finally the holidays which means morE WRITING but other than that, i thought i'd just tell you that i am in love with this request and i think i did a pretty good job with writing it. also, next week, i will be putting up a request that was made by TaesWolfie and it's gone over 3k words and i'm still writing so be prepared for that! love you all!

TSUNDERE

- in which jungkook is a cold person who likes to be alone but finds himself warming up towards the ever bubbly y/n—a girl in his class that secretly has a crush on him; requested by Ellie_pavlidou

Habitually, your gaze draws away from the complicated formula scribbled onto the board and lands on the boy seated a few rows in front of you, his arms stretching above his head in a yawn. Your lips part breathlessly as you watch the outline of his muscled arms bulge against the material of his long sleeve shirt, the bottom of said shirt rising to expose a tiny sliver of golden skin as his back arches against the chair. Swallowing thickly, you reluctantly avert your gaze to your book, fiddling around with your pen to distract yourself from his captivating attractiveness as your cheeks turn an alarming shade of pink.

The reason for your cherry blush goes by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

Boyish, charming, quiet, cold and mysterious; Jungkook is all of those things and more. While he isn't seen socialising with people or pulling off stupid stunts, his name somehow manages to be on the tips of everyone's tongues. In fact, it was through these little branches of rumours that your attention was first drawn to the boy.

At first, it was mere curiosity that spurred you on to learn more about him but that curiosity soon morphed into something more innocent and youthful in the sense that it tickled your stomach and turned your cheeks the colour of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms. Eventually, you found yourself hooked onto his presence; just the thought of him able to send you into a spiral of high pitched giggles and dreamy sighs.

And dreamy, he is.

With eyes the glimmering colour of emerald—sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew—he drew people in with his entrancing stare. When he turned his head, this way and that, they caught onto the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed spring. And when he lifted his chiseled face with skin the colour of caramel, emerald shifted into the colour of the deep ocean shimmering in the moonlight.

In fact, his orbs could be compared to a forest, his eyes reflecting every hue while rimmed cooly with moss. Their lightness reminding you of summertime, when the sun-rays warmed each extended leaf. Next to his shade of hair, that deepest brown, he is alive in the same way birds are; casually wild.

His lips are a pale pink, the colour resembling a rose bud quite closely. His top lip is thin, but not too thin, and it has a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one being larger and more plush. You always seem to find yourself staring at them when he bites his pencil in concentration, drinks from his water bottle, or when he slyly dips his tongue out to trace over them.

If he wasn't already perfect enough, Jungkook takes pride in his physical health; the boy occasionally being spotted in the gym during his breaks. Pair his swoon worthy build with his towering height and you have yourself a complete package.

You find it odd that someone like you—a person who sits at the very end of the spectrum that he tops—likes someone as seemingly perfect as him.