❝ I know, but I am your idiot ❞
Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you
Pairing: Jungkook xReader
Words Count: 2,1k+
Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff
For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.
‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.
Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’
‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.
He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.
Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’
‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’
‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’
‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’
‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.
This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.
‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.
‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.
He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’
‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’
’Well n-no Y/N -’
‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’
‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’
With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’
Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.
‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’
‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’
‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.
‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.
‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’
‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.
Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.
I am sorry baby!
Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!
BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….
Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.
‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’
Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.
‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,
‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.
‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’
‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.
‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.
‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.
‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’
‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’
‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.
‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’
You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’
‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’
‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.
‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’
‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.
‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.
Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.
‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’
‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.
‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’
‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.
‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’
‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’
‘Beauty and the Beast?’
‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’
Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’
‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’
‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.
‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’
‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’
‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’
He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’
‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.
‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’
‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’
‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked
‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’
‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.
It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.
‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.
‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’
‘I know, but I am your idiot Y/N. I love you….’