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July 31, 2019

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"No bias?" he repeats darkly.

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She flusters.

"I... I just,

I love Yoongi's raps,

and his music... I just, I really admired his music."

Jungkook rolls his tongue in his cheek.

This is ridiculous.

He never minded before when fans had their bias.

Of course some people connected differently

or related to someone's background more than others.

Every human being is different.

He never minded before.

He was happy, even, when a fan was a hyung line bias.

Why was he getting so worked up right now?

Yoongi hyung is incredibly talented.

Ridiculously hard working making music.

He spat fire when he rapped.

Of course a girl would bias him.

the voice in his chest growls.

But she was flushing scarlet,

watching him,

tense as a deer about to bolt.

Of all times,

now is when Yoongi's dry voice of reason appears Jungkook's head.

Ya, Jungkook.

You want her to choose you

yet you scare her half the time by being a raging monster.

Jungkook forces himself to stand still

and not react to the voice

of the very guy

he was mad about.

He takes a deep breath

through his nose,

and exhales through his mouth.

"It's fine," he puts a slightly forced smile on his mouth.

"Are you... upset?" she asks.

"We don't mind when fans have biases," he says honestly.

He sits back down on the sofa, patting the space next to him.

She approaches him like he is literally explosive.

She explains frantically the instant she's seated.

"Yoongi is, is my... music bias.

I really like his songs, his music, the way he writes his lyrics.

And his voice when he raps, that's why I like him.

But it's not-

it doesn't mean-"

Jungkook thought he'd have to pretend to move on.

But at the genuine expression on her face,

her panic,

he found that he really could put it aside.

It was only admiration.

He has to let it go.

"You're gonna have to make it up to me," he grins.

"H-how?" she looks at him suspiciously.

He turns his face,

Grins.

"What...?" she blinks at him.

He taps his cheek with his finger again.

She shakes her head.

"Or on the lips if you want," he smirks,

turning to pucker.

Her eyes widen.

A blush creeps over her face.

She's frozen still like a statue.

Just when Jungkook thought he was pushing her too far,

just as he thought she wasn't going to,

she inches forward

leans in

to press her lips to his cheek.

He knows it's cheating,

scamming,

but he just doesn't care right now.

He turns his head at the last millisecond,

so her mouth lands

on the corner of his mouth instead.

She squeaks and tries to jump back,

but he immediately leans forward into her

pressing into her

so their mouths stay together.

He slides his hand over her waist

as he thinks,

with a smirk,

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Jungkook finally pulls away

because he noticed she wasn't breathing.

He almost laughed

except

it would probably make his standing with her worse.

"I think, maybe I should stay at my own place tonight," she whispers,

after she is done being first indignant

then embarrassed

by his trick.

"What?" Jungkook tilts his head,

bewildered.

Was this her way of punishing him for sneaking a kiss?

"Look, I was just playing. I won't trick you again," he says,

brushing his hand over hers.

"No, that's not why," she laughs.

"It's just... I haven't spent very many nights here."

She gestures to her apartment.

"I should stay a night,

run the water, use the appliances... make sure nothing is broken."

"Oh, I see," Jungkook's eyes clear.

"But..."

He swallows this.

Say it smarter,

Yoongi's voice tells him.

Say it better.

"Can I stay with you?" Jungkook asks instead.

She looks surprised he would even suggest such a thing.

"Would you be allowed to?"

"I would have to make a call, to ask if it is okay.

But since I don't have any scheduling until noon, I think it will be fine.

One time I even spent the night in Busan when I had scheduling at noon," he shrugs.

She avoids his gaze, choosing to look down at the floor instead.

Jungkook's heart sinks.

"Look, I don't mean anything by it. Don't misunderstand.

I want to stay with you,

but I would sleep on the sofa," Jungkook says.

He threads his fingers through yours.

"Don't be afraid of me.

I wouldn't..."

He exhales slowly.

"I know I play with you sometimes, and I tricked you just now.

But you have to believe me when I say that

I would never actually take advantage of you."

He grips your hand.

"You know that, right?"

And you did know.

All the nights you'd slept side by side,

he'd always been sweet, considerate, thoughtful.

He may hug you tight

or steal a kiss

or hold your hand,

but he always respected you.

"I believe you," you say soothingly,

brushing your finger over his eyebrows,

which were pulled together tight.

But you had always spent nights in the dorms,

with the other Bangtan guys...

never alone.

"And if you're not comfortable, then I'll go," he says heavily.

But all of his entirety,

his slouched posture, his disappointed expression

as he said those words

were of a doe-eyed puppy,

a hopeful wide-eyed bunny,

and you found yourself smiling.

"You're such a baby," you chide.

"Alright, if your manager says you can stay, you can stay."

He grins,

"I'm not a baby though,"

His expression falls serious slowly

and he rubs your arm.

"I know I'm the maknae...

But... with you...

I'm going to be different.

I'll take care of you."

He brings his gaze up,

to look you in the eye.

And it's like you can't move.

The dark brown of his eyes

held you in place.

You force yourself to breathe.

Right on time,

Jungkook's phone vibrates in his pocket,

and you jerk yourself back to reality.

He glances at the screen and smirks.

"It's manager-nim."

He just watches it,

letting it ring.

"Pick up," you slap him gently.

"Or they'll be worried."

His eyes flicker.

"You're so eager?"

Eager to hear me say I'm going to spend the night with you?"

You flush,

and your ears are so hot you suspect they are on fire.

"N-no! I was just-

it,

I didn't want them to, what- no!

I just meant-"

you stutter,

your brain blank.

Jungkook laughs,

genuine happiness dancing across his face,

as he says

"How do you want me to tell them?"

"Stop! That's not what I meant!"

You slap his shoulder this time,

and turn away to bury your face in your hands

and hope for death.

He's still chuckling behind you

and you think you might murder him,

when his phone finally silences

and then Jungkook says,

"Hyung-nim."

You peek at him.

He's picked up the call at last.

He's still smirking at you though.

There's a whisper of a deep voice spilling through his phone.

Jungkook answers,

"No, I'm not back at the dorms yet."

The other person says something more.

"We just stopped by her home, that's all."

A short question is asked, judging by the tone of the voice.

Jungkook clears his throat.

"Um, actually, I might not go back tonight.

I might just stay with her."

A long pause.

A few longer sentences,

a bit of surprise,

some questioning.

Jungkook grins right at you,

a mischievous glint in his eyes

and your heart skips a beat,

as he says into the phone,

"I don't know hyung,

but she insisted.

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