Jungkook:Deep Breath(8)

In which you learn what it’s like to be his chosen mate.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook part 9643 I guess, human!Reader, futuristic, Angst, Fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, jungkook is VERY touchy, Alien shenanigans and scary human things

Additional Chapter Warnings: low-key clingy JK, the cutest alien boyfriend

Chapter Length: short/mid

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Ever since confessing, a switch had been flipped with Jungkook, or so it seems.

He’s no longer shy, doesn’t bother hiding his face, seeks your attention at any chance he gets. He’s attached to you now it seems- always offering to help, eyes sparkling during any conversation you’re having. However, it seems like he’s holding something back- and right now, late at night as the movie you’ve watched ends, you feel like it’s the right time to ask. You’re comfortably laying in his arms, one of his hands softly running circles over the skin of your hand, as you turn to sit up, looking at him.

“there’s something I wanted to ask you these days.” you say, and he nods, turning off the TV before he sits up properly as well, facing you. “is there something you’re not telling me?” you ask, and his brows furrow as he leans his head to the side a bit in question.

“no?” he wonders, now a bit nervous. “why do you ask?”

“I just.. It always feels like you want to ask me something whenever we go to bed, but you don’t.” you say, and that seems to hit a nerve, as his eyes suddenly avoid you, gaze lowering as his fingers begin to play with the string of his sweatpants. “Koo.. We’re a couple now, right?” you ask, and he nods, though he’s still squirming.

“I just.. Don’t know how to move forward now.” he admits, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. “Like.. I read online that you’re supposed to kiss when you confess but we didn’t and now it feels like I missed the chance.. And, I want you to sleep next to me at night but it’s said online that-” he gets cut off by your fingers touching his lips, a smile on yours as you look at his slightly shy face.

“why do you obsess over what others say so much?” you wonder, and he sighs.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me.” he admits. “I’m worried that the differences in culture and all of that might become a problem.” he says softly, before you scoot forwards to hug him.

“Culture is to be shared, not judged.” you hum towards him, as his arms wrap around you. “and a relationship is a journey on which you’ll get to learn about each other. But we need to talk about this stuff before we can try to take steps. Otherwise we’re gonna end up going different roads, and then we’ll loose sight of each other.” you tell him, and he nods, as you sit in front of each other again.

His eyes find your lips fairly easily, one look all it takes before you lean into him, placing a soft kiss to his own. His eyes close almost instantly, the gesture something he’d thought about for way too long now; and it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined it to be.

“can you.. Will you sleep next to me tonight?” he asks, and you nod. It takes him a second before he realizes you’ve agreed, eyes suddenly wide as he scrambles to get up. You laugh.

“what’s wrong now?” you giggle, when he takes all the blankets and pillows from the couch, before running into his room.

“I have to make a proper nest!” he yells from his room, noticing your steps. “no no no don’t come in yet!” he panics, and so you agree to stay outside, sitting next to his door against the wall while he does his thing. It takes him quite a while it seems, and he looks rather sheepish as he walks out to get you now. “I- it’s not that great-” he starts, though he notices you asleep already, his demeanor relaxing as he leans down to pick you up.

He’s glad you’ve both gotten ready for bed prior to the movie you’d watched- because now he can comfortably place you right in his bed between all the pillows and blankets, before crawling in himself, pulling you close to him.

You’re finally right where you belong, in his opinion. You’re right here, where he can hold you, all throughout the night.

Just how it’s supposed to be.