a kiss from the moon | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary:Â All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.
warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers
yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos
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âI love you!â
You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasnât it?
You heard your name being shouted, followed by, âWake up!â
You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.
âYah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!â
âGet down here!â
You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.
âWhat are you going on about?â you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, Iâm going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your familyâs swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good â you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago â ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friendâs best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parentsâ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldnât pronounce.
Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.
âOh my fucking God, donât litter, you idiot!â you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs â good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented â and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your momâs, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.
Awesome.
You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.
Good for them.
You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dadâs giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.
âItâs two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?â you sighed, rubbing your eyes. âWhy arenât you at Jiminâs?â You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.
He was staring at you with his mouth open.
Charming.
He didnât say anything for a good ten seconds.
âAlright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,â you muttered, about to turn around.
Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. âWait, um, noonaââ
âHe speaks! Heâs not dead.â
âA⊠Ah⊠UmâŠâ
You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. âHello? Anyone in there?â
Jungkook blurted out, âI love you.â
His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.
âYeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Donât get me started on the amount of times youâve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Donât do that this time,â you added sternly, prodding at his chest. âIâve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.â
âUh⊠thatâs pajamasâŠ?â
âLady pajamas,â you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parentsâ trash can. âSince Iâm not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though Iâm ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, itâs just a dress, not a big deal.â
âUm.â
You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadnât seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.
Fun!
âDo you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?â you offered, waving your hands. âMaybe tell me why youâre here, yes?â
He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkookâs wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.
âI⊠I didnât realize you had come back, noona.â
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured heâd just tell you guys then.â
Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jiminâs house was several blocks over. âHe only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.â
ââŠ. Maybe he needs the BibleâŠâ you muttered, shaking your head.
Then the realization hit you.
âDid you walk here from Jiminâs and straight up abandon the party?â
Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. âYeah.â
You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasnât purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasnât The Matrix.
Mhm.
âHah, well, whatâs wrong? Are you upset I didnât go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasnât going to be any fun passed out before actually drinkingââ
âYoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.â
âIn some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,â you laughed, shaking your head. âAnyway, Iâm sorry I didnât go and Iâm sorry I didnât tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friendâŠâ
âNoona, IâŠâ
You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jiminâs pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.
âCan I take a shower and sleep it off here?â
You tilted your head. âYeah, sure. You can borrow my dadâs clothes. You should call Jimin though. You donât want him to panic that he lost you.â
âY⊠Yeah, okayâŠâ
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Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.
Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldnât believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.
He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jiminâs bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.
And he didnât.
He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasnât into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didnât have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.
And he didnât.
He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didnât like girly things.
âOh, shit, Iâm so sorry, I didnât order thisââ
And she laughed, shaking her head. âThatâs okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!â
The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldnât say it.
He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldnât sit around nervously overthinking what to say.
But, of course, the problem wasâŠ
He had already said it in a platonic way.
Shit.
He really fucked himself throughout the years.
Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.
I washed your shorts and theyâre hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, Iâll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.
He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.
His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.
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âWhereâs Jungkook?â
âProbably at her parentsâ place, confessing his love,â Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.
âHah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,â Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.
âYou think heâs gonna tell her?â
âHe didnât even tell me,â Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. âI had to find out from you. I think heâs hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? Sheâs fun to be around, yeah, sheâs good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than thatâŠâ
âYou hitting on your best friend, dude?â
âI mean, sheâs kinda hot, she wouldnât say no to me.â
Taehyung snorted.
Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.
âAnyway, heâs probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.â
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Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.
He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldnât sleep, too busy wondering.
I donât deserve her if Iâm not brave enough to say it.
âJungkook?â
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You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.
âWhy are you just staring moodily out the window?â you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. âIs something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snackâŠâ
âNoona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?â he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.
You grunted and scrunched up your face. âStepping on a Lego?â
You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.
âHave you ever been in love, noona?â
âYeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, Iâve never been so heartbroken in my life,â you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.
âI love you, you know.â
Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.
âIs that the worst thing youâve ever heard?â he added quietly.
âThe worst thing Iâve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.â
Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. âWhat?â
You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. âFor some reason he thinks the bathroom isnât echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the soundâŠâ You chuckled, shaking your head. âAnyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.â
âI donât have love for you.â
You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jiminâs carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.
âIâm in love with you,â Jungkook whispered softly.
Your eyes widened.
A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkookâs face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.
The cicadas hummed.
A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.
Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.
âAh, jeez⊠what the hellâŠ?â you groaned, slumping to the ground.
âWhatâs with peopleâŠ?â Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.
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âFuck, I pressed the wrong button!â
âTaehyung, what the hell, turn it off!â
âI was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!â
âI donât care what you were doing, turn it off!â
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âAnyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,â you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.
âUh⊠well, that was itâŠâ
You blinked at him, tilting your head. âWhat, that youâre in love with me?â
âY⊠Yeah?â
You blinked some more.
âNot the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyungâs fridge, kind of love?â
Jungkook made a repulsed face. âI regret eating that tofu. Donât think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little nowâŠâ
You leaned over and caught his eye.
âDo you mean the⊠want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?â
His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.
A delicate kiss from the moon itself.
Then you realized he was staring at your tits.
You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.
âSorry, Iâm just not used to you in a dress, sorry, Iâm being really rudeââ
âIt assures me that youâre at least interested in the making babies part,â you chuckled.
His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. âS⊠SorryâŠâ
âSoâŠ?â
He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. âUm⊠yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.â
You lowered your hand. âYouâre not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyungâs elaborate ideas to mess with me, Iâm going to kiââ
Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. âIâm not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, butâŠâ His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. âYouâre Jiminâs best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if⊠what if you thought I was gross or something and then I donât think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, Iâm so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didnât know what to say, nothing seemed rightâŠâ
He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.
âAlso, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.â
âCanât say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.â
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
âIâd date you though. For real.â
Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. âWhat?â
You chuckled. âWhy are you acting so surprised? Iâm not going to date Jimin, blergh, Iâve known that guy since I was in preschool. Iâm not dating Taehyung, Iâm pretty sure heâs on a different brainwave than other human beings.â
You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.
âI donât like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine conceptsâŠâ
â⊠What?â
Now it was a confused what.
âUh, never mind,â you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. âAnyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and Iâm not really that.â
Jungkook furrowed his brows. âWhat are you talking about? Youâre the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.â
You felt your neck heat. âYo, donât inflate my ego when itâs not the truth,â you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. âYouâve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.â
âItâs the truth.â
Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?
âWould you really date me?â
You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.
âYes, I would.â
And you leaned forward and kissed him.
His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyungâs ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.
Because you were with Jungkook.
You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.
He blinked slowly, looking down at you.
âNoonaâŠâ
His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.
âJungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when youâre wearing my dadâs clothes, including his underwear, because thatâs really fucking weird.â
Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. âOh. Yeah. Right.â
âYou know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fatedâŠâ you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.
âI feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheelâŠâ
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âIâm so sleepy.â
âIâll tuck you in first, but Iâm going to get us some water so we donât die tomorrow morning.â
âUgh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.â
âHah, fine, but youâre buying breakfast tomorrowâŠâ
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