shy!jungkook + the birthday list
“I don’t want to do this.” Jungkook breathes.
“You don’t have to.” You reply and wince because he’s gripping your hand too tightly and his palm is big, covering the expanse of yours and clammy with sweat.
“But you’ll be disappointed.” He replies.
“Fine. Then I’ll be disappointed.” He mutters and barely comprehends the way your small hand tightens around his own. “I don’t have to do this but I want to. I want to prove you wrong.”
“Then let’s do it.” You giggle, grinning up at him. You tug your hand out of his long enough to begin stripping and Jungkook trains his gaze on the bare expanse of your back, because you’ve forgone a bra tonight even though you’d dragged him out to a party.
Your friendship had been a shocking revelation—and not just to the entire campus, but to you two as well. There was something about you and something about him that worked, you complimented each other well. He was sweet where you were crass, and his nervousness egged on your need for adrenaline. Being with him felt good, like a balm for your battered soul.
Jungkook strolls next to you, glaring when you try to glance down where his hand is cupped over his naked crotch, you only grin teasingly.
The forest was quiet, peacefully so and in such major contrast the raging party that was occurring but a few feet away. You had dragged Jungkook out, after one too many shots of tequila, giggling with him the entire way about your plans. But now that he was here and naked it had almost a sobering effect on his brain and he back tracks trying to remember how he got here.
1 week prior…
“Happy Birthday!” You grin and Jungkook flushes because you’re at his work—a small cafe about a block from your university that he barista’d at part time.
He was honestly surprised you remembered, even if it was a little early. It wasn’t like you were exactly the sentimental type and while you didn’t keep Jungkook at an arm’s length you also weren’t dying to have him near you twenty-four seven. A feeling of indifference he wished he could mirror when it came to you because as far as your friendship went Jungkook was almost positive he cared more than you did.
“Thank you,” he says shyly before coming around the counter to sit with you, “but it’s not for another day.”
You shrug impishly, before handing him an envelope, “I’m on my way to Yoongi’s. I only came here to give you this.”
Jungkook accepts the pink letter, schooling his features at the mention of your on again off again friends with benefits. If Yoongi could even be called a friend because Jungkook was almost positive you two hated each other. Then again maybe that was the appeal, you had once told him about how good angry sex was… but in small doses, it wasn’t good to get that worked up that often. But it sure seemed like didn’t mind these days, with how often you frequented the boys dormitory and not just to visit Jungkook.
“What is this,” he murmurs, tearing open the envelope to find a poorly drawn heart with his name in it. He bit his lip to mask a smile because it wasn’t often that you could be cute. Sexy, yes. Cute? Not so much.
You wait with baited breath and attempt to swallow a giggle as he tears through it almost childishly. The card is held upright when he opens it, dropping its contents on the floor and making Jungkook frown when he bends to pick it up. And when he does…
“What the hell is this?” He flushes, scrambling to grab the remainder of the Polaroids off the floor, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one sees when he steals a peek.
Five or sex of them, zoomed in to focus on pert breasts and a rotund ass—there are some that are less incriminating a landscape styled photo of a throat, long and elegant with the hint of the muses lower lip caught between their teeth. The last is of a neatly trimmed, and spread pussy.
He has a sneaking suspicion but doesn’t ask, instead just levels you with a heated look.
“Surprise,” you grin cheekily, “it’s your birthday gift.”
“Who’s are these?” He whispers harshly, grabbing you by the wrist.
“They’re yours silly.” You roll your eyes before backing him against the counter, your hands go to grip the sides of his white button up, tucked neatly into his apron.
“I’m at work.” Jungkook closes his eyes when you move to press yourself firmly against his crotch. He only opens them so he can grab you and keep you a safe distance from himself, “And I meant who’s … pictures are these.”
You bite your lip before chancing a glance over your shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes widen when you begin unbuttoning your top, “Did you want to see them in real life too?”
“___.” He grits out, yanking the two sides of your shirt together and making you grin, “Are you high?”
You pout and Jungkook lets go of your top, nodding at you to begin buttoning it back up with a frown. “I liked it better when you were nervous around me.”
“You fuck around too much.” He groans, and you grin at him when he hesitantly takes another peek at the pictures you’ve gifted him. Jungkook sends you a wary look, “Why did you… why… I mean, thanks but what’s up with the pictures?”
“I’ve been far too patient with you, Kook.” You sigh before leaning against the counter he’d just wiped down. “We’ve been friends how long now?”
“I wasn’t counting.” He lied.
“Six months,” you seethe, “We’ve been friends for six months and we never do things I want to do—”
“Because everything you want to do is illegal, immoral or unaffordable.” He adds dryly.
“But,” you glare, “now it’s your 21st birthday and I refuse to let you pick what we’re gonna do this year.”
“It’s my birthday.” He argues.
“Yes, but if I have to sit through one more Iron Man marathon I’m going to strangle you, you big nerd.” You scoff before placing hands on his broad shoulders, “Open the rest of your present.”
“I’m scared.” He says honestly but obliges anyway when you pin him with a look.
Jungkook opens it slowly, lest you have anymore surprised waiting for him, but all that’s inside is a pink paper with a list on it. He frowns at you.
“What is this?” He asks slowly, eyes scanning the items listed warily.
“A bucket list,” you say before scrunching your nose and shaking your head, “Actually it’s more like a scavenger hunt list, I guess. You have until midnight tomorrow to complete it.”
“Why,” he lifts the list in his hand, “would I ever want to do this? One of the items on the list is masturbate in public. You expect me to do that?”
“Get creative. And as for incentive to complete it in a timely manner I’ll….” You smile before leaning over the counter, to whisper in his ear.
Jungkook’s eyes widen before pulling back.
“You’re s-serious?” He stammers, “you can’t take it back once you’ve already agreed to it.”
You roll your eyes at him before nodding, “I won’t.”
He bites his lip nervously before eyeing you up and down. He offers you his pinky.
“You’re so immature,” You groan but give him your pinky anyway, “Fine. I swear, okay? Now what’s the first thing on the list?”
“God,” Jungkook groans, “how are you so calm about this?”
You shrug, “Years of going along with all of Taehyung’s weird shit just makes you kind of immune to things after a while. Besides this isn’t even the craziest thing on the list.”
Jungkook nods at the mention of your equally crazy best friend.
“This wouldn’t be half as bad if I wasn’t soft,” Jungkook chances a look at where his hands are covering, “it’s kind of an confidence killer.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No.” Jungkook glares, knowing you’re being entirely serious about your offer.
“Come on Jungkook it’s not like you have an ugly body.” You sigh before sending him a kind smile, “I’ll even go before you so it’s less scary.”
“Wait,” he says, hand shooting out to grip your wrist, “Seriously, I’m scared shitless, right now. Just give me a sec, okay?”
You wait patiently, wordlessly watching him fidget with his eyes closed. It’s silent for a full minute before he’s letting out a long exhale and shooting you a pained look.
“Okay fuck it’s not working I don’t think I can do—”
You grip both his cheeks in small palms, and Jungkook tries to avert his gaze from your naked breast. They were fucking magnificent so it was a feat.
“You’re gonna be okay,” you say with a small smile, a shiver racks his body when you soothe your thumbs over his cheekbones. “Just picture everybody naked.”
“You’re not funny.” Jungkook shoots you a dry look at your joke and you lean up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“You’ll be fine, babe.” You grin before.
Jungkook leans into your hold at the term of endearment, all too willing for your praise and approval. He wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that he would bend over backwards just for you touch him like this.
You cock a brow at him, “We don’t have to streak you know. We could just skip to the last part of the list if y—”
Jungkook shakes your hands off with a glare, “You fuck around too much.”
“As I’ve been told.” You sigh, before reaching down and pulling Jungkook’s hands away—a feat considering he was dead set on shielding himself from you. “On the count of three… one, two…”
The tail end of your sentence was lost somewhere in the shrubbery as you took off in a sprint. You didn’t even look behind you to check whether or not Jungkook was trailing behind you because you didn’t need to. If there was one thing you could count on in the fickle nature of your life, it was your unlikely friendship with Jungkook. As much as he protested, Jeon Jungkook would always be a constant in your life—at least you hoped so.
And now with your chest heaving with the added combination of adrenaline and just plain old physical exertion, things felt right. Because Jungkook could give you a lot of things—stability, comfort, dare you say love (even platonic love was more than you were used to), but you couldn’t always reciprocate that. So if there was one thing you would gift the younger boy with in his nine to five cut and dried life it was fun.
“I hate you,” Jungkook curses as you change directions last minute to avoid the crowd of drunk on lookers cheering you on.
“I didn’t have to do it with you!” You laugh, tugging him back towards the confines of the woods. “You should be thanking me.”
It was a different direction from where you left your clothes, but Jungkook was grateful for the shelter anyway, a small reprieve from the prying eyes of his peers who were granted, dead drunk, but he swore he saw the few tell tale flashes of cellphones in the crowd.
“Thanking you is the last thing I want to do.” He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. He doesn’t bother trying to cover himself this time around.
In your bubbly, drunken stupor, the gesture is greatly appreciated. You tell him this with your arms lacing around his neck.
Jungkook stills beneath your hold, trying to fight off a blush when your naked body molds to his, all of your erogenous zones lined up perfectly. He gulps when he fills your nipples graze his bare chest.
“___,” he murmurs quietly, trying to extract himself from your hold. But your drunk and giggling, and opt to press your face to his neck, “What are yo—Jesus d-don’t… don’t put your hand there.”
“Friends do this sometimes.” You sigh.
“Hug naked?” He scoffs, but gives up trying to pull away from you. If you feel him hardening against your belly it’s your own fault. “I don’t know what kind of friends you’re hanging out with—actually scratch that I do know, but I don’t do things like that with my friends.”
Jungkook is a gentleman, a good kid. So he pries you off him with a gentle grip. He goes to cup your cheeks when your lower lip juts out.
“Sometimes it feels like I’m the older one between the two of us.” He sighs and you send him a chagrin grin, “Are you that drunk you’d consider hooking up with me?”
You wrinkle your nose at him, “I’m drunk but that’s irrelevant. I’d hook up with you if I was dead sober.”
He stills under the weight of your revelation.
“___,” he begins slowly and you brace yourself for rejection, “I don’t… I don’t do friends with benefits. It’s old school, I know, but I’m a relationship kind of guy.”
You send him a small if a little bit sad smile, “I know. I think that’s why I like you so much.”
Your words are weighted, tinged with a tone he wasn’t familiar with and he wants to ask you to clarify. But you don’t. Instead you walk past him, purposely stumbling too close and making him groan when you brush your hand against him.
You make it halfway to across before you notice there’s no tell tale signs of him following you.
“Are you coming?” you implore.
Jungkook clears his throat and you note he’s covering himself again.
“I… Ugh, I’ll catch up with you.” Jungkook says and you shrug impishly.
At least now he can cross masturbating in public off your long list of things for him to do before his birthday.
a/n: this is a fic for @bxebxee because i love her i wanted to surprise her but alas i still had to ask for help lmao. also the next few drabbles are going to be crossing off jungkook’s to do list! dont ask for updates for this though lol