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You furrowed you brows in a confused matter, exiting the message app on your phone. You arrived on the safari app and slowly searched up ' y/n and jungkook'
The automatic responses were ' y/n and jungkook fan art ' ' y/n and jungkook smut' ' y/n and jungkook together? '
You winced with cringe and pressed onto search.
The first thing that came up was an article about the two of you.
You clicked onto images and pressed on the first one, flipping through slowly.
It was covered with him holding your hand in town.
Then you saw it.
The wonderful world of fan art.
The first one was cute, him holding your up in bridal style while you laughed, another being him holding you above his head.
But then it moved onto something else...
It was an art piece of jungkook holding you up against a wall, one hand on your neck, the other in your shirt with his lips on yours.
And as soon as you saw it you exited the app, shutting the phone down and slamming it onto the wall.
What
The
Actual
Fuck?!
You picked up the phone and went straight to messages.
Y/n♡ JEON JUNGKOOK! WHAT DO PEOPLE THINK WE DO IN OUR SPARE TIME???!!
Jungkook🤫♡ Did you see some?
Y/n ♡ OF US KISSING!! FANART?!! WHAT SORT OF TORTURE IS THIS?!!!
Jungkook🤫♡ Chill.. you didn't see what I saw then? Smut? Ever heard of it? I don't think you'd like it..
Y/n♡ What's smut?
Jungkook 🤫♡ Let me just say, sex.. kinda.. pretty much..
And you didn't answer.
there's fanart? Of you and jungkook.. having sex?!
You grunted in anger and slammed your phone onto the work top, walking to the room next to the kitchen, the living room.
But why would jungkook know all this... unless he searched you two up....
The thought instantly left your mind when namjoon walked in, his hands placed in his pockets.
He stopped in the door frame, his shoulder leaning on it. He raised one brow and sighed placing his hand tightly on the rim of his shirt.
" y-yes?" You said, your voice submissive and quiet.
" I came to check on you. Want to watch a movie? " He said, walking into the room, his hands now out his pockets. He sat next to you on the couch, leaving him pressed up into the corner.
" hug? " He asked, his arms wide.
You forced yourself to say no, refuse. You barely knew him and he was asking for a hug?? And it's not just a hug. It's a cuddle, only couples do that.
You shook your head and picked up the remote from the floor, turning the tv on and opening Netflix.
You felt his eyes on you, not the piercing look but something different, something you didn't know of. And only when you turned to catch him in the act did he turn away.
" what shall we watch?" He said, sounding as if he needed to cough.
You shrugged, your shoulders slightly hitting your jaw.
He sighed and turned to you, leaving close. He had his hands either side of you, his face inches away from yours. He kept your lips apart but your noses were close enough to feel the breathing on each other.
You looked at him, you felt what was coming, a kiss. You slightly pouted your lips, closing your eyes along with it.
Nothing.
Just like in the books, nothing happened.
You slowly opened your eyes, namjoon was leaning back on the other side of the couch, biting his lip to stop him laughing.
" I went to get the remote " He chuckled and turned to face the tv.
—//
Hours later, you was attempting to keep your eyes open. They seemed to shut themselves, your lids fighting you to close them.
You finally gave in and stood up, eyeing namjoon.
" I'm going to sleep" You muttered, your fingers fiddling together.
Namjoon looked up at you and smiled.
" okay. I'll see you in the morning" He winked, his posture slightly loose and his smile weak, he was tired too.
You nodded and stumbled up to your room to fall into the wonderful world of sleep
