‘Can i have a oneshot/scenario where jungkook keeps calling his girlfriend shorty and like teasing about her height Fluff fluff fluffff please thank you :>’ ~Anonnie ❤️
I’m not really short, so I really don’t know what this is like… But I’ll do my best, Anonnie~! This definitely isn’t something I do to my sister -nervous laughter-
Genre: Fluff, wow.
You and Jungkook were perfectly suited for each other.. Your personalities matched completely, your looks complimented each other beautifully, you thought in exactly the same way… But, there was one thing. One thing that was quite notably different between the two of you.
Yes, the boy towered over you like the goddamn Big Friendly Giant, and God, he wouldn’t let you forget about it. Let’s just say that this cheeky foetus had a plethora of teasing names that every now and then he threw at you, just during everyday situations because he liked the way you looked when you were mad with you - the way you slapped his arm playfully, how he loved that small bit of physical contact, no matter how tiny. He’d never admit it, but he loved your smallness, it added to the feeling of him wanting to protect you and feeling slightly more manly than usual due to always being teased for being the youngest. You were petite, as you preferred to call it. But this constant teasing had a little bit of an effect on your relationship, not a bad one in some ways, but let’s just say you’d do anything to show your height wasn’t an issue. 'Just ask Jungkook to grab the biscuit tin from the top shelf?’ Ahah. No. That’s never going to happen, you’ll goddamn parkour your way up to that top shelf, challenging death along the way just to prove you didn’t need babying.
Speaking of challenges, this was one of these particular days. Either Jungkook was just in the mood for pissing you off and winding you up or you were just extremely sensitive today, you didn’t know.
“What was that shorty? I can’t hear you, you’re gonna have to speak louder from down there…” He giggled, holding his tongue between his teeth as he held his hand over his head - your pen, that was needed for studying, grasped firmly in his palm
“Jungkook, I swear, give me the pen.” You whined, doing your best to stretch yourself as you leant against him on your tip-toes,
“Aniyo~ The pen’s up too high sweetheart, there’s no way.” He scoffed, looking up towards his outstretched arm before looking down towards you and patting your head with his free hand. He then cocked his head to the side and flashed that particular bunny smile - what cheek,
“Jeon Jungkook, do you want to bet me there’s no way I can get that pen, back?” You whispered, narrowing your eyes as you shot daggers at him. He laughed loudly, your small stature attempting to be even slightly threatening was hilarious,
“How do you suppose you’d do that my cute little mouse?” He asked, genuinely interested in your methods,
“I have my ways and means.” You cracked your knuckles and rolled your head from side to side,
“Impossible. There’s no way you’ll be able too.” He scoffed, placing a hand to his mouth and grazing his fingers over his lips,
“Fight me.” You laughed, “stay here, you can’t move.” You smiled, moving yourself to the side of your couch and then clambered on the arm of the sofa. Jungkook looked scared and rightly so, you snatched the pen from his hand as you jumped to the floor.
You yelped in pain and fell to the floor, using your hand which had the pen firmly gripped to fall to the floor and support your weight as another snapped down to your ankle and held it harshly.
“Yah Y/n. Stop playing.” Jungkook laughed as you stared up to him, biting your lip as your foot throbbed in pain. It was then that Kookie’s face dropped as he knew you were serious, he panicked and dropped down next to you, “what? What’s wrong?” He asked, voice laced with worry as he steadied your shoulders, you groaned and rolled your neck, keeping your eyes closed tightly. His eyes trailed down your arm and then reached your foot, “is it your ankle, honey?” He asked as you mustered a sound and nodded your head slowly, “stay here, stay here… I’ll get some ice, and some painkillers. It’s not broken, right?” He furrowed his brows and placed his hand on your stomach, unfolding his knees from beneath him. You shook your head, dropping your forehead to push against your knee, subduing the pain slightly. The sensation was constant aching, like a vice was tightening on your bone, ready to snap but just not doing so. With that he nodded, standing up and quickly rushing into the kitchen.
Jungkook quickly hurried around the kitchen, grabbing all the necessary items you needed as you lay in the middle of your living room floor. He felt guilty, like his teasing had forced you to prove something to him… And in doing so, you’d hurt yourself. Fumbling hands grasped each item harshly as he did his best to not drop or spill them, but get back to you quickly. He hurried back into the living room, crouching down and placing the bag of ice wrapped in a tea-towel against your ankle. He picked up your hand and placed it over the ice,
“Hold this.” He muttered, facing away and grabbing the water and tablets from behind him. Shuffling over to you, he set up his knee behind you, allowing you to rest you weight against him. He then handed you your tablets and held the water towards you, ready for you to gulp after the white ovals had been placed into your mouth, “let’s get you somewhere more comfortable…” He whispered, wrapping his hand around you waist and another around the crease of your knees, be extra careful as he got closer to your injury. With a huff, he picked you up, laughing to himself a little, “see you’re small, this is why I can carry you around everywhere… You’re lucky.” He smiled down at you as he sat down on the couch, keeping you in his lap and his arm laying steadily around your stomach, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt,
“I’m sorry honey…” You eked out, leaning down and kissing his arm, leaving your head and lips resting against his arm, holding your head down in embarrassment and shame. He laughed a little, kissing the top of your head,
“Y'know all of my teasing is in good nature, right? I don’t say anything to hurt or that’s meant to hurt your feelings. I’d go as far as to say that your crippling smallness is one of my favourite things about you. You’re cute… I love that.” He muttered, a light blush spreading over his cheeks as he stared at the TV, presuming you were focused on your ankle and not his flawless face.
“I know, Kookie-yah… I love you.” You smiled against his flesh, and he felt it - the beating in his heart growing faster and faster due to the feel of your upturned lips,
“Rely on me a little more. Just because you’re small or should I say 'petite’ doesn’t mean you can’t ask me for help when you need it, you have nothing to prove to me, your smallness doesn’t mean you’re weak, and I know that.” His face softened as he focused on the moving picture of the TV, your eyes widened at how he knew your feelings exactly,
“That sounds great… It really does.” You muffled your words against his skin as you continued to hold your ice to your foot,
“Ask me to get things from the top shelf…” He whispered, a laugh caught in his throat as he did so, you laughed lightly shaking your head. He grabbed your chin, and twisted your neck to face him. He smiled at you gently before kissing your nose lightly, blushing lightly as you giggled and pushed your neck back against his shoulder.
You sucked in sharply, feeling a pain in your foot once again,
“Is it still sore? Show me, is it swollen?” He questioned as you removed the cold compress, he flinched slightly as your foot had swollen and turned a slight purple. He sighed lightly,
“Hey though… Look on the bright side, for a week or so, you’ll get to look after me. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You asked, closing your eyes and smiling at him snarkily. He groaned, scoffing a little,
“Ah, I’m starting to regret it already…” He smiled at you, “don’t think you’re getting out of helping me cook tonight.” He shook his head, raising his eyebrows as you whined, slapping his arm,
“Can’t I have a break, just this once?” You asked, flashing your best puppy eyes and Jungkook dropped his head,
“Na uh uh, little one. Just because you’re injured doesn’t mean we can miss out of food.” He replied,
“What about a takeaway though?” You tempted as Jungkook sighed,
“Okay then. I suppose it’s more time to cuddle then. Oh! We could watch a movie, if that’d cheer you up.” He asked, handing you the TV remote as you flicked through the channels lazily. He rubbed his thumb against the skin beneath your shirt as you did so, before settling his warm palm against your hip bone. You hummed lightly as you settled on a TV show, spinning your body a little and pressing yourself into him, he smiled and kissed your forehead before relaxing himself against the sofa.
'Ask me to get things from the top shelf…’
What is this. I’m sorry.