“Why is your shirt still on?” ~ Jungkook Drabble
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Prompts: #8 ‘Why is your shirt still on?’ #50 ‘Your ass be looking mighty fine tonight,’ & #51 ‘Stop staring at me.’
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You collapsed down on the bed, allowing your hair to fall in front of your face. Jungkook chuckled at you, standing in the doorway of your hotel room.
“I’m so tired,” you cried out, yawning loudly. “I thought that award show was never going to end.”
“Yeah, but we won an award, so it can’t have been that bad a night.” His eyes were fixated on the red ball gown you wore, whilst he was dressed in a shirt and tie, his suit jacket draped over his shoulders.
The hotel door slammed as Jungkook walked in, sitting on the end of the bed. “I know, and I’m incredibly proud of you.”
Your hand reached out for him, pulling him down beside you. “You’ve been running through my mind all night,” he whispered, trailing kisses along the side of your face.
“That dress looks amazing.” His hands gripped your waist tightly, turning your body inwards to face him. “Your ass be looking mighty fine tonight.”
“I thought I’d scrub up well for my baby.” He leaned forwards, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “You look handsome too.”
He blushed, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You chuckled, brushing your hand through his jet-black locks. “Why is your shirt still on?”
“Maybe because you’ve not taken it off me yet.”
Your hands reached up, working from top to bottom, unbuttoning the buttons, slipping the soft material down his broad shoulders. “Someone’s been working out,” you teased, tracing your fingers down his tummy.
He stood up, folding his shirt and tie, placing it on top of his suitcase. Your eyes watched his every move, the crunch of his abs as he bent over, the tone in his arms as he reached up to stretch.
You were left speechless admiring the physique of your boyfriend, you knew he’d been working hard for the comeback season and all the photoshoots he was doing.
“Stop staring at me Y/N,” he smiled. You looked up, blushing, unaware you were even doing it.
“Sorry, you are just fit right now.” He re-joined you on the bed, rolling you over so that your back faced him. He drew the zipper down on your dress, the material hugging a little around your waist.
You smirked, wriggling out of the dress with Jungkook’s help, cuddling into his chest. Your hand rested on his tummy, poking at his abdominals.
“I think we might have to win more awards if it puts you in this mood,” he joked.
“You don’t need to win awards, I’m always incredibly proud of you.” You smiled, pecking his cheek, leaving a little mark of your red lipstick. “However, I wouldn’t say no to seeing you in suits more often.”
He chuckled, leaning his head down to rest on top of yours. “So, you’re a fan of the suits?”
“Maybe I’ll remember that for the future.”
You stared up at him, capturing his soft lips with your own. His hands wandered down your body, pulling you up with ease, “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, not breaking his hold on you.
“Just be quiet,” you responded, feeling a blush grow on your cheeks. Jungkook chuckled, admiring the tinted red look on your face.
“Don’t be like that, don’t go all shy, you should be confident. You’re incredible, your body is out of this world, and your personality is gorgeous.”
“Stop being so cute,” you chuckled, feeling Jungkook grab your hands, removing them from your face. His scrunched-up face made you giggle, poking his dimpled cheeks.
“Then you stop being like this, you looked incredible tonight.”
“Not as incredible as you.”
His eyes rolled, “there you go again, you never accept a compliment because you can’t love yourself. Look.”
He pulled you up and walked you over to the mirror. You turned into him, so you couldn’t see yourself, the only material covering you, your bra and pants. Meanwhile Jungkook stood, his suit trousers still on, fighting your hold to make you see yourself.
“I will take helping you appreciate your body over sex any night. Your body is an incredible thing, it’s beautiful. Your scars are memories of battles you’ve won, your stretch marks are acknowledgements of you growing as a person, on the outside and the inside.”
“I can’t do it,” you sighed, feeling him kiss the top of your head as a response.
Jungkook’s hands intertwined with yours, bringing your head up to look at him. “For me? Please. Baby steps, just take it slow.”
He began to twirl you around, so your body was on full show. You squinted your eyes tightly shut, slowly opening them to see what was before you. It was his wide, reassuring smile that you noticed first, feeling comforted.
“Tell me one thing you love about yourself.”
You studied your reflection, working your way from your toes upwards. There wasn’t one feature that stood out to you, nothing that made you smile.
“How about my boobs? I know how much you like them.”
“True. But I’m not asking what I like, I’m asking what you like, there’s got to be something jagi, just a little like.”
You looked down, your eyes landing on your waist. It had a shapely figure, one that you were happy with. Jungkook spotted where you were looking, placing his hand on your waist.
“See, that’s a good start, you’re getting there jagi, together.” You nodded, twirling in his hold. “I know it took a lot for you to be there with us tonight, but I hope you know I really appreciate it.”
“It was amazing, I was just happy to be there to see you win the award, I love you.”
“Jagiya, I love you too, you beautiful human.”
