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A Long Time Coming | PT 6.

Word Count: 4200+.

Genre: Fluff, romance.

Summary: Y/N and Jungkook attend a party together as friends, but as the night progresses, the lines start to get blurry and so do their feelings. Maybe they can just blame it all on the alcohol in their veins.

I took a look in the mirror in front of me. Or well, should I say, another look. It had been well over fifteen minutes since I’d finished getting ready and here I was, panicking over whether I should just text Jungkook saying I had to cancel or not. Because these kinds of situations still made me anxious, even after being away from everyone I knew for six months, I still hated being the new girl. I hated introductions and awkward first conversations, and I didn’t want to ruin his night out with his friends. This whole situation was making me extremely nervous, so I bit my nails, looking at myself in the mirror for a pep talk yet again.

“C’mon, you’ve done this a million times before. It’s just a party, nobody will be looking at you. You can do this.” I told myself.

But was that true? I was going to that damn party with probably the most famous person in this whole city besides the guy throwing it. Of course people were going to look at me. And they were going to talk. Here I went again, making myself freak out mentally, and I literally grabbed for my phone, my mind working overtime to try and come up with an excuse to bail when I heard the doorbell ringing through the whole house.

Nearly running to my window, I looked down to find Jungkook standing there, looking down at his outfit, fixing his collar, and his sleeves, and his wristwatch, and then his collar again, shifting positions from one foot to the other and then running a hand through his hair. His hair. It was different, it wasn’t dark brown like it was yesterday. Instead, it was dyed a bright cherry color that made his tan skin stand out, glowing. He looked…

Snap out of it, God damn it. I had a mental argument with myself as I ran downstairs and waved my father goodbye despite the fact that he was clearly asleep on the couch, probably tired from a long day of work.

So I opened the door, and there he was. Big, pretty doe eyes looked down at me like a deer caught in headlights, pink lips stained with a very slight coat of lip balm were slightly parted and the tip of his cheeks seemed to have heated up. Suddenly I found myself forgetting who he was, and why he was here, and all the reasons I had not to let myself take him in with my eyes.

“Noona.” he said in the most innocent of voices, bowing slightly and allowing his lips to press together in a thin, shy line. It scared me, how fast he retreated back to being the kid I knew all those years ago.

“Hey.” I replied, stepping outside of my house and making sure I closed it correctly without making much noise. My father looked exhausted, I didn’t want to disturb him.

“Are we good to go?” he asked, and I nodded, bringing my jacket closer to my body. Night had fallen a few hours ago, and the december air was colder than usual, making me shiver once the breeze hit my legs.

Jungkook smiled at me and guided me towards his brother’s red Kia, opening up the door for me and making sure I was comfortably seated before closing it with the same smile on his face. As he walked around the car, I saw him take a deep breath, as if to calm himself down while he ran a hand through his parted hair, messing it up slightly and making him look ten times better. And here I was, thinking that wasn’t even possible. I had to stop, this needed to stop. But he was just so goddamn cute, it was hard to deny him. Now I understood why everyone babied him so much. He just had something about him that made you want to protect him.

“You ready?” he said, buckling up and starting up the engine.

“Calm down, kiddo. You're driving a Kia, not a Lamborghini.” I teased, a chuckle coming out of my lips as I made myself comfortable in my seat.

“Hey! Don't underestimate me.” Jungkook retaliated, laughing as he drove, hands tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, but I didn't want to comment on it, fearing he'd feel embarrassed about it. The boy had people driving him around everywhere, he didn't need to drive places, so he probably wasn't used to it.

“I won't.” I reassured.

Minutes later, we were arriving at a rather large but not quite fancy house in a completely different neighborhood. A beautiful mountain was visible right behind all the slightly bigger houses, and the view of the city was breathtaking. I didn't notice I'd been staring at the city lights for a few minutes until I felt Jungkook’s presence beside me, and when I looked up, I found his gentle stare on me, a soft smile on his face as he looked at me.

“Should we go inside?” he asks patiently, as if he was truly willing to just stay outside with me if that's what I wanted. And it made me smile, seeing how soft he was, how caring.

“Yes, you deserve to have a good time, little bangtan.” I joked, making him laugh that beautiful bunny smile of his before his teeth were sinking into his pink bottom lip.

“Then let’s have a good time.” he agreed, beginning to walk towards the front door once he was sure I was walking beside him.

The promise of a good night was lingering in the air around us, making it hard for me to leave his side as we push through the crowd, and his large, warm hand is pressed tightly to the underside of my back, guiding me along with him, looking down at my face as if he wanted to make sure I hadn’t vanished or gotten lost in the mess of dancing and screaming drunk people. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, yet all I could focus on was the weight of Jungkook’s hand on my body, the heat it provided, and how god damn good he looked towering over me, dominating and protective as he guided us past the living room and towards the kitchen where the same blue haired boy I’d seen on TV millions of times refilled his cup with vodka.

“Kook-ah! You made it!” the gorgeous boy stated, his pretty eyes disappearing behind his puffy cheeks in a cute, bright smile. “Come here! You look handsome!” he stated, all giggles and affection as he hugged Jungkook and then reached up to ruffle his cherry-colored hair.

“Oh, hyung, you’re so drunk, stop, leave my hair alone, aish!” the younger boy complained, easily getting out of his senior’s grasp and pretending to be annoyed although a fond smile played at the ends of his lips. I was just standing there, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I watched their sweet interaction, and not too long afterwards, I watched with wide eyes as Jungkook stepped back to stand beside me once again, hand pressed gently upon my spine as he re-introduced me to his friend. “This is _____-noona, you met her at the supermarket.” he stated, causing a weird look to appear on Jimin’s shiny and slightly reddened thin eyes.

“You say that as if you haven’t told me everything about her during the past few days.” the blue haired man teases through a toothy grin, full of good-intended malice, earning himself a slap across the head from the several-inches-taller yet younger guy whose face turned bright red from one second to the other before he could even attempt to hide the embarrassment he felt thanks to his friend’s words.

“You’re the dumbest person I know.” Jungkook spits, completely mortified, but from Jimin’s obvious smile I can tell the words fall flat on deaf ears. Those boys have probably said way worse stuff to each other while play fighting in the past.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m done... telling the truth for tonight.” Jimin retorted with a fake apology that landed him yet another smack against the part where the back of his neck met his head. “______, welcome to my humble abode! You can drink anything you’d like, kids. The night is young!” and with that, he was gone, mingling with the crowd as his big, bright smile made people stop and stare wherever he went.

It was clear that Jimin was much more of a people person than Jungkook, because the latter shrinked a little every time he was recognized by someone, his cute bunny teeth showing shyly as he bowed. And yet, I couldn’t help but find myself being drawn to him, stuck to his side. But I attributed that to the fact that he was the only person I knew in that house, because that had to be it.

“Noona, are you a beer person or a cocktail person?” his gentle voice raised its volume to be heard over the loud music blasting through the speakers with yet another Drake song.

“Is that sangria?” I ask, pointing at a mixture that a girl behind Jungkook was pouring into a red solo cup. The girl turned around slightly and offered me a smile, pointing the pitcher containing the liquid at me.

“Do you want some?” she questioned kindly, making me nod once Jungkook stepped away to let me stand next to the girl who was currently filling up my cup. “Lee Yerin” she stated her name, offering me a hand that I took gladly before I noticed her eyes traveling all the way back to my neighbor who was standing behind me.

It was then that I realized. It was evident in the way I felt him shift positions as if he was being put on the spot. The Yerin’s eyes went back and forth between Jungkook and I, as if she was expecting one of us to do something, clearly, she was expecting me to do something. And that’s when I understood. This girl wasn’t being nice to me just because, she offered me a drink because I was talking to Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin, and she clearly wanted to be introduced to one of them. And assuming she already knew Jimin since she was invited to the party, my best guess was that her attention was set on Jungkook.

Clearing my throat and acting on impulse, to protect his privacy and his right to have a good time without some random girl trying to score a night with a celebrity, of course, I faked a smile towards her. “Well, thank you very much, Lee Yerin. We’ll see you around, yeah?” I said, turning around to be faced with a Jungkook who was way closer than I’d expected him to be. I took a step back and smiled up at him, catching a hint of something sparkling in his dark eyes before he was nodding and leading the way far from that scene.

Well, at least I’m being consistent. Turns out I still hate parties like this as much as I did when I was in college. I mentally laughed at my own thoughts, downing my drink in just a few sips and discarding the cup on a piece of furniture that I spotted on our way back to the living room. I was clinging to the back of Jungkook’s jacket, just so I wouldn’t lose him in the crowd, but I couldn’t help but let my eyebrows sink together once I saw him leading us towards the area where everyone was dancing loosely to the loud bass of the song.

“What are you doing?” I asked him once I spotted that familiar wide grin on his thin lips.

He turned around and startled me a little when he began swaying from side to side in front of me. “I’m dancing?” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can see that, but I don’t really dance.” I stated, awkwardly shifting my body weight from one foot to the other.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that. I know that’s not true! Do you not remember how we used to make up lame choreographies to kpop songs when we were little?” he reminded me, the memories making me smile fondly because as silly as it was, this boy and I had so much history. Friendly history, that is, but it’s still history and it still counts.

“You mean when you were little?” I teased, laughing at the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head after my statement.

“You’re only two years older than me! Plus, we’re not little anymore.” he states, and before I could say anything, a wicked grin formed across his face and he spoke up again. “Well, at least I’m not little… noona can’t say the same.”

The obvious jab at my height had my eyes widening and my mouth swinging open as I pushed both arms up to clutch at my heart in feigned hurt. “Well now I’m definitely not dancing with you!” I confirmed, smacking his arm and taking a few steps back, acting like I would actually walk away from him when I was actually having a lot more fun than I’d initially expected, thanks to him.

Well, besides the run in with that girl in the kitchen. Just thinking about her so obviously trying to get his attention like that made me want to roll my eyes. He’s just a human being, it must be so awful to not be able to know whether people are being nice to you just to be nice, or because they want something from you.

“No, stay, come here, just… dance with me, y/n.” he spoke, his eyes sparking in the lightly coloured lights that Jimin had hung from the stairs to illuminate the living room and makeshift dance floor. He looked beautiful as the green light hit his tan skin, and I couldn’t help myself when I smiled fondly at him once his hand held mine and he pulled me in closer to him.

“Who said you could drop the honorifics?” I asked him jokingly. We weren’t too close, by definition, especially if you looked around at the couples around us who were shamelessly grinding on each other. Then again, we weren’t a couple. And this was definitely the closest we’d ever been to each other in the past few years, and a lot had changed since the last time I’d seen him. Our adult skins were more mature, more experienced, more sensitive. So when his large hand settled in the small dent in my back, I couldn’t stop the goosebumps from appearing across my neck.

“Right, I’m sorry, noona.” he spoke, and his breath was fanning against my face because although we were far enough that I could look him in the eye, we were close enough that our chests were briefly brushing against each other’s.

“I’m just messing with you, Jungkookie.” I tell him, my smile faltering once our stares connect and I catch him swallowing thickly.

“No, it’s alright, I like calling you that. Being a noona suits you, you’re very protective.” he says.

“What do you mean by that?” I ask with confusion clear in my voice, not really understanding what he was referring to with that statement.

“Like with that girl in the kitchen…” he trailed off with a small smile, making me look down at my feet in embarrassment because honestly, once I’d processed everything, I can certainly say that wasn’t my proudest moment thus far. But Jungkook lifted my chin delicately, his own two eyes searching for mine. “She was looking at me like I was a prize. I know that look, I’ve seen it a lot. And it sucks, but you took me out of that situation, it was pretty great, you know? How you handled it? I’m grateful for it. I don’t know how to escape those situations without sounding like an asshole, so really, thank you.”

“It was nothing, honestly. I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable on your first night out in god knows how long.” I said with nothing but honesty in my eyes, and that’s when it dawned on me, just how much I still cared about his well being. I guess part of me still felt as responsible for his happiness as I did back when we were young and didn’t know any better.

We were engulfed by a sudden silence, if you could call it that even in the loudness of the room we were dancing in. But we weren’t speaking, merely just letting our bodies touch as I found myself forgetting who we were for a moment. We swayed contently, our feet matching the beat and I almost didn't notice the way he pulled me in closer every few seconds, gently, slyly, trying to pass it on as a simple coincidence but I knew better than to buy any of it, especially when his breath fanned against the side of my face.

“What are you doing, Jungkookie?” I asked him, a coy grin on my face as I leaned back to look at him, catching him in the act.

His eyes widened childishly, the tip of his nose turning slightly red with embarrassment. “Nothing? I'm just dancing with you.” he said, and I couldn't help the chuckle that slid past my glossed lips.

“Well, the song’s over.” I stated, raising an eyebrow just as a new one began, and this time it was one that I recognized. A remix of a BTS song that had a very drunk Park Jimin yelling at the top of his lungs and flailing his arms in the air.

“That's my song, motherfuckers!” the thick accent slurred his words and succeeded in ruining the moment because both Jungkook and I couldn't stop ourselves from breaking our staring contest and promptly bursting out laughing.

“Can we go outside, noona? It's too loud in here, and I'm scared hyung is gonna dare me to do something really stupid, and I really suck at saying no to him.” he requested.

“Why? Are you scared of embarrassing yourself in front of me?” I teased, expecting that cheesy smirk to form across the features that made his face, but instead I found him nodding his head towards me.

“Honestly? Yes.” I couldn't defy that logic or his sincerity, so I merely just nodded and limited myself to follow him outside and through the backdoor that led to a spacious backyard full of twinkling lights and gardenias.

A couple was smoking by the pool but other than that everyone else seemed to be inside the house, which was surprising because the breeze felt nice as it hit my bare shoulders and the stars looked beautiful from over here. But I guess that's not the kind of thing people pay attention to when they're out partying, is it?

I saw Jungkook take as seat in the hammock hanging from the right side of the back porch, and I followed suit, taking a seat right beside him, my back resting to the left and my legs crossed in front of him in the center of the hammock.

“I want to have a hammock one day, when I have my own house.” he says randomly, leaning back against the right side of the hammock and placing his feet in the center just like I did.

“Don't you already have a house in Seoul?” I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I live in a house, but I don't own it. BigHit does. Seokjin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, V-hyung and Hoseokie-hyung bought their own places, but they still live with us.” Jungkook explains.

“Oh, well, I'm sure you’ll have your own hammock soon, then.” I state humorously.

“No, we do have a hammock but I meant like… when I move out. When I get married or something. I hope my wife will want a hammock too.” he says innocently, running a hand through his cherry coloured hair and looking up at the sky, nervously biting his lip. “I have this dream where one day I'll be sitting in a hammock with my wife, we have a pet dog sitting at our feet. And all the hyungs are visiting us at our own home. Yoongi-hyung is making sausages and complaining about the heat, and all of our kids are running around in the backyard.” he sounds so caught up in his story that I don't have the heart to stop him, even though my stupid brain keeps telling me that things that perfect don't really happen in real life, and that the harsh reality of the world is going to hit poor innocent Jungkook like a fucking truck one of these days. But I refrain from saying any of this because I know it's just me being a negative asshole. He's a good guy, maybe one day he will find the girl who wants to sit in a hammock with him.

“Well, I don't know anyone who would reject a good hammock. They're perfect for summer naps.” I state, and the bright smile that takes over his lips has my heart doing backflips.

Jungkook drips with boyish charm, and apparently that's something I have a weakness for. It's new information for me, trust me.

“You’re right! Beds are too warm but hammocks are perfect for that!” he agrees with me, chuckling lightly before his eyes are settling on mine once again, but the sincerity of his smile doesn't leave, it stays there permanently and I can’t help but laugh along with him.

With shiny eyes, I watch as he closes his brown orbs, his head tilted back and his muscles visibly relaxing one by one. And for some reason, it’s right then when I allow myself to finally take a look at him. He’s changed a lot physically, despite the fact that his smile is the same, and his eyes are just as bright. His shoulders are broad, he’s tall and muscular and I can even see the slight shadow of facial hair that hasn’t been shaved for a few days. His lips are pink and inviting, and they look like they could be the key to a whole different dimension I’ve never been to. And it’s in that moment, when for the first time in my life I’m overwhelmed with a sudden need to kiss Jeon Jungkook, sitting on a hammock, outside of one of his best friends’ house.

Suddenly, the pink tint of his lip balm was pulling me in, but my body was stuck to its place, and I didn’t even realize my lips had parted until I felt the warmth of his hand pressed softly to my cheek, calloused thumb tracing my bottom lip as his eyes skimmed over the features of my face. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribcage that I was actually growing worried that he might be able to hear it bouncing out of my chest from where he was sitting. But if he did hear it, he made no comments about it when his mouth opened to speak.

“You haven't changed a bit.” he stated, his voice an octave lower than it was the last time you heard it. His stare was filled with emotions, like an open jar spilling out the edges. I didn't necessarily agree with that statement, after all, it had been a while since we’d last seen each other. But none of that seemed to matter once he spoke again. “You're just as beautiful as I remember.” he mused and my knees went weak, mentally cursing myself for being so extremely affected by him.

“We haven't seen each other in ages, Kookie. Of course I've changed.” I told him, sure that he was making a mistake when he leaned just a bit closer to me, but not having the willpower to actually pull away.

He shook his head, and at this point I was absolutely sure that he was leaning forward. And I knew I should've put a stop to it. He was my best friend’s brother, my former neighbor, we had grown together, he was younger than me. None of this felt right and yet I couldn't bring myself to stop it. Because deep down, I knew it in my heart the second his lips touched mine, I wanted it to happen.

And so I let it happen.

His lips touched mine with a softness unknown to me, stained with the taste of alcohol and mint bubblegum, icy breath mingling with mine as he discovered my mouth with his and left us both breathless.

We separated when it was absolutely necessary, and his forehead pressed to mine as his lips sighed out in content.

"I've wanted to do that since I was 12, noona." he breathes out, finally opening his eyes to look at my own.

"Well, good thing we're not kids any more." And I knew then that I was making a mistake, but I was too far gone to go back now. So I didn't.

Again, and again, and again that night, I let him kiss me like we had a chance.

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