"I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!" + "No like.... I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes" (I think it was something like that I don't remember it exactly) pls ^^
“so maybe not taking an umbrella wasn’t such a good idea” you looked down at your clothes. Your once light blue jeans, were now dark blue jeans.
“I can hear your mum tutting” Jungkook laughed, pulling his soggy hat off his head and onto the counter with a loud slap.
“You can’t tell her” you pouted, amused by his very right statement.
“I won’t” he pulled you in for a hug. He was warm, the soaked shirt seeped into your slightly wet one. He had thrown his jacket at you when it started to pour and ran like lightening ahead of you. You were crippled on the floor from laughter, he had to come back and drag you back to his.
Just as he stood away from you to pick the hat off of the counter, the heard walked in. The heard meaning the rest of Bangtan. They each gave you a one over, Namjoon winking, Yoongi’s amused expression, Hoseok’s pleased smile and Jimins smirk- all the while Jin grabbing Jungkook shoulders and spinning him around.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or anything kook, but look at the shirt” Jin’s finger pointed at you, you looked down the same time Jungkook did.
You felt the air being knocked out of your lungs when you were rugby tackled to the couch.
“Guys, leave the room please” he muttered into the crook of your neck. They all left with the hoot of laughter, cackling and shouting “Kookie-boy” at the top of their lungs.
“You know sometimes, it’s like they’re in a frat” you could hear the rolling of his eyes.
You pressed the palm of your hands to his shoulder, shoving him off you to the side.
“Thank lord… I can breathe” you squinted at Jungkook who looked like a guilty puppy.
“Sorry” he laughed awkwardly- his face looking like someone had flicked him on the nose.
He eyes moved down to your shirt, then back to your face.
Um, I’ll be right back” he dashed out of the room, skittish like a rabbit.
He re-appeared with a towel, a different shirt on with shorts and grabbed your arm. “come to my room, you can change clothes there”
The door closed with a slight muted ‘click’, he turned and gestured to the bed.
“These are some of my clothes, you can wear those for tonight”
“Can you turn around?” you motioned your finger into a 180 twist.
“oh yeah, yeah” blushing.
He moved, facing the door. Switching from foot to foot nervously. You kept one eye on him while you changed, peeling off the sodden clothes and putting on the soft cotton that slid over your skin like silk over a wooden table. Putting on his way too big joggers so that it looks like flappers.
“You can turn around” you fiddled with your hands, tugging on the long sleeves. He turned and did a double take. He looked in awe, like this is something that he’s been wanting to see for a while.
“Are you ok?” you took a step forward, watching him. He had an unrecognisable expression on.
“yeah…” he started.
“well, no” he corrected himself.
“No?” your eyebrows creased.
“No like…. I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes” he fingered the bottom of the shirt with a small smile on his face.
“Why? It’s just clothes” you perplexed.
“No” he laughed breathlessly, “let me explain”
“When you have someone that you really like, you want to be around them all the time, be with them and even see them in your clothes. It just, feels nice to see and I feel like I have everything” he blushed slightly from the explanation, but you were touched.
“Really?” you hugged him, but then pulling your head back with a raised brow.
“Is that why you were jealous earlier?”
He snapped his head to you, “Jealous? Me? No?”
“Are you sure? Think real heard about what just happened earlier kook” you watched the wheels turn in his head, the realisation crawled onto his face.
“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!” he defended.
“They were peering at you; I’m allowed to be jealous” he hugged you tightly.