Ao3 Jikook Stories

Ramen hair and tigh jeans. by Neyleitarento

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12711447

Summary:

Based on a random prompt I found on Tumblr. Written in four hours in the school.

We take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didnt speak Korean and Ive been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think it's hilarious what the fuck."

The first time they met - Jungkook remembers it vividly as if it happened yesterday.

He slept in. His dear roommate, and best friend on top of that, thought it would be a great fun to let him sleep.

When the man eventually woke up, he sprung up from the bed, almost falling over his own feet on his run to the bathroom and catching a glimpse of his friend sitting on his own bed, sipping calmly on his cup of coffee. When Jungkook leaves the bathroom three minutes later, Taehyung is already packing up, ready to head to the school.

The younger lets out a streak of curses, darting to his dressed to change - oh well, at least spray some deodorant on himself to not smell completely like a sludge. He doesn't bother to change his clothes when he hears the jingling of Taehyung's keys. He just grabs his backpack from beside his desk and sprints to the front door, where Taehyung, chuckling, holds the door open for him.

A true gentleman indeed.

Jungkook is out of breath even while they stay in front of the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. When that happens, Jungkook just wants to fall face first on the floor but is forced to act like a human when he notices another person already standing inside.

A bit shorter, young male with blond, curly hair.

Jungkook thinks of ramen noodles when he slips past the man to the back of the elevator, Taehyung stepping beside him.

"Good morning," Taehyung chirps, as full of energy as always.

The blond male glances at him briefly, simply nodding in an answer.

"Who's that?" Jungkook whispers, watching the blond man folding his hands behind his back. It makes Jungkook's gaze fall down, on the man's butt.

"A new student. Came from America," Taehyung answer, voice loud. The blond male doesn't react, patiently waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor.

Maybe he doesn't understand Korean?

"His hair looks like noodles," Jungkook voices out mockingly. And once again, the blond doesn't react, at all. Taehyung beside him scoffs.

Jungkook stretches his arms above his head, gaze slipping down the man's figure. He is dressed in a white, loose sweater with some fashionably ripped holes by the wide collar. The sleeves are red and reach past the man's wrists, covering his palms. His thighs are quite big from what Jungkook can see, hidden under partly bleached denim fabric of his shorts that end just below his knees. Then there are a few centimetres of exposed, slightly tanned skin until his calves are covered with a white fabric of his high socks. The man has a denim bag with a long strap hanging from his right shoulder.

Jungkook finds the outfits oddly unfitting on a college grounds.

There were people wearing such clothes, but it was a surprise to see someone's outfit actually matched, like, with a purpose.

The elevator reaches the ground floor in a few more seconds and the blond male energetically leaves, almost jumping on his way from the apartment building.