↳ Based off this prompt - We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????) x jeongguk
“Get out of the way Jeon.”
“No, you stop trying to get ahead of me. Just stay back, I’m the stronger one here.”
“Pfft, really? Is that why we’re losing here.”
“No fair! I wanna take part too. Why am I the only one not moving?”
“Because you suck at gaming.”
“And we’re dead. Congratulations Jeon! I hope you’re satisfied with your hard work.”
“I shouldn’t have teamed up with you. You’re a terrible gamer (y/n),” Jeongguk huffs, eyes glued to the bright ‘GAME OVER’ sign that flashes on the screen, mockingly.
“Well atleast I’m keeping you company,” you retort, slamming down the controller on the couch.
Two hours ago you arrived at the dorms with a fresh batch of homemade cookies only to find Jeongguk alone. Not intending to stay long, you silently placed the batch on the kitchen counter and excused yourself to be stopped by Jeongguk who was bored invited you to a game he was hooked on.
Having nothing to do when you get back home, you accepted his offer with an air of nonchalance. Admittedly not an avid gamer you warned Jeongguk about your lack of skills which he promptly brushed off, shoving the controller into your hands and excitedly staring at the loading screen.
A few minutes into the game and it is enough for Jeongguk to realize that teaming up with you was a terrible mistake. Angry retorts and curses directed at each other made the atmosphere tense as Jeongguk desperately tried to keep his character alive and yours too. Furiously making wild actions in the air, he looked the most determined than you’ve ever seen him.
Chuckling, you get up from the couch as Jeongguk slumps down further into it, his face dark with the realization that he lost. Walking to the counter you grab the batch of cookies and make your way towards him. Offering him, you sit down again.
“Come on it’s not the end of the world, Jeon,” you tease, placing the bag between the two of you.
“I lost (y/n). Me. Jeon Jeongguk,” is all he says, head thrown back and eyes staring at the ceiling.
“Relax. It’s just a game Kookie,” you reply, hoping to calm him down. Jeongguk only huffs in response and begins devouring the cookies. Minutes later the pile is gone and so is his frustration. Jeongguk sloppily sinks down further into the couch, closing his bleary eyes and in seconds is fast asleep.
Not having the heart to wake him up, you opt to take out a blanket from one of the rooms and tuck him in. You are just about to get up and leave when Jeongguk catches your wrist, mumbling incoherently in his sleep. You try to free yourself from his tight grasp but soon give up knowing that it would only drain you more.
Scoffing at your luck, you push Jeongguk further back to the couch and sit down in the little space you created. ‘Great! All I wanted was to give some cookies and now I’m stuck here with one.’ But you can’t deny the warmth that seeps in your caged hand all through to your heart.
You don’t know how long you slept or even the fact when you had actually fallen asleep; but you do. Opening one eye you take in your surroundings, off white ceiling greeting you. A messy mop of raven hair shoots down and you gasp, eyes focusing to a grinning Taehyung looking down at you.
“You guys are back,” you say stifling a yawn.
“Oh we’re back but I think we should've stayed out a bit longer,” a voice chimes in the background which you recognize as Namjoon’s.
Now moderately awake you try to get up only to be stopped by a force clamping down on your stomach. You attempt to shove away the weight that rests on your stomach, hands making contact with something hard. A soft tingle by your ear doesn’t go amiss amidst your vain struggles.
“I think he’s going to wake up soon,” Jimin’s voice echos as he appears beside Taehyung curiously looking down, eyes are fixed on space next to you. Confused you turn your face towards the possible source that had so obstinately kept you down.
‘Wrong move’ your mind immediately screams as you find your face dangerously close to Jeongguk’s. His eyes struggling to open and his soft breath fanning your face. You swear he’s so close you can count his lashes. Jeongguk finally opens his eyes, dark irises staring into you and your heart thumps wildly in your chest. Jeongguk however is only numbed by the close proximity, his face absolutely blank.
Then with what seems to be a strangled screech Jeongguk pulls back, head colliding with the back of the couch. You cough and motion towards where his arm which is still wrapped around you. He looks down briefly before swiftly retracting his arm. The atmosphere feels hotter than before and you cup your burning cheeks, getting up abruptly and facing anything other than him.
You feel a shift and the couch dips down beside you. Glancing you see Jeongguk gazing down at the floor, face devoid of emotions and you can’t say you’re not the same. Because right now the only thing you can hear are your roaring heartbeats.
“Ahem,” an annoyed cough from Yoongi grabs everyone’s attention. He looks far too tired and bored with everything that had taken place in the last ten minutes.
The six of them had come home, silently hoping that Jeongguk would be asleep; the boy barely rests, all he wants to do is practice, practice and more practice, or to find him not doing gym workouts ‘Jungkookie your muscular enough’ they would say to their maknae, or not gaming. But what they did not expect to find is you and Jeongguk dozing off on the couch. His arm wrapped around your waist and fingers tangled in your hair, faces practically glued next to each other.
“So much for the being the youngest,” Yoongi thinks aloud, earning a soft slap on his arm by Seokjin. Jeongguk who looks like he’s in the middle of losing another game speaks a rough “hyung it’s not what you think.” Yoongi rolls his eyes leaving a curt ‘yeah kid, we believe you’ and goes into his room.
“Congrats Jeonggukie,” Taehyung speaks up, his voice hyper as ever.
“Hyung it’s not wha-”
“It’s not like th-”
Both of you simultaneously utter, wanting nothing more than the awkwardness in the air to dissolve.
“Relax, we know it’s nothing like that,” Seokjin flashes a comforting smile, getting the situation under control.
Giddily you explain the events that lead them to find you both sprawled in the living room. There is a frozen pause after your explanation and Hoseok looks up, his gaze shuffling over you and Jeongguk.
“Then this is the first chapter of Jeongguk and (y/n). Our maknae is all grown up,” he gushes, clapping his hands excitedly. Taehyung and Jimin join in eagerly, Namjoon who watched the whole ordeal, amused, smirks in acknowledgement all the while Seokjin looks on helpless.
“It’s no use (y/n), they’ll never understand,” Jeongguk says with a sigh, an air of resignation around him. You hum in agreement and lean back on the couch.
-Two weeks later-
“So are you guys….going out now?” Taehyung curiously tugs at Jeongguk’s sleeves with Jimin and Hoseok flanking on either side of him, looking strangely hopeful.
Jeongguk only turns around and walks off, hiding a smile, “I’m sure you guys can figure this out too.”
a/n: re-uploaded from my old blog but even im cringing at this mess oh dear lord why