the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]
❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU
COUNT → 6.875
GENRE → angst
PAIRING → jungkook | reader
WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism
LINKS → TNATP 1
note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO
Jungkook was naked, but that wasn’t anything new.
A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn’t wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen’s bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.
It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn’t hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.
Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he’d been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn’t have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.
But something had changed recently.
That change was you.