#jeon jungkook fluff

Aubade || jjk

| Aubade | n.| au•bade | meaning: a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning. |

⤷Genre:romance; fluff; light angst; husband!jungkook x wife!reader.

⤷Warnings:themes of fear; insecurity.

Jungkook had a way with effortlessly stealing words directly from your mouth.

It was almost facile to your love as he bound you within a stunned silence and left you gaping at his every soft act of love, whether it was a mere kiss stolen before his elders or a plethora of romantic whispers trickling into your ears.

He burned your flesh with an addictive warmth and made you gasp into his affections, reducing you to a stuttering and feeble mess in all he did.

But none of these things mentioned could compare once the disheveled curls and sleepy irises of your lover peeked into the warmth you found in his blankets, his eagerness to have your undivided attention fluttered your heart before the sun had even kissed the sky.

Your sleepy hums and whispers of love that were always promised to escape your lips when you first awakened were taken from your throat once his slender fingers delicately slipped the other half of his ear buds into the hollow of your ear.

“I need you to hear this, love.” He whispered his needs as his only explanation for his excitement that almost trembled his every limb.

Your lips parted in a silent question of what he had meant, but the words melted upon your tongue the moment the rich tones of your love’s voice spilled over your senses as he delicately crooned of the words of love to fill your heart.

Your sleepy mind was suddenly serenaded by every soft note or poetic lyric as his honeyed voice dripped into your senses, to capture your heart with the words of love he confessed your relationship had inspired, you were astounded.

The alluring crescendo kissed your cheeks with the warmth only your lover could elicit, as the crest stirred the butterflies of your stomach in the early hour of blurred vision and sleepy love’s.

The devoted symphony toyed with your heart and dizzied your head within Jungkooks arms until the charming music melted into the cathartic sounds of your love’s even breaths that grew shorter in anticipation of your reaction, and his eyes shyly met yours.

“So, what do you think?” His head fell to the side, curious of your thoughts when not a word dared to pierce your silence.

Your love’s molten eyes stared into yours, so soft and warm as he patiently awaited your answer to his question, the twinkle of hope for your approval within him ensnaring your heart.

The string of the ear buds he shared with you tightly connected your bodies, forcing you to share the little space that waned with every inching closer of his body as his creation overwhelmed you with emotions.

His slender fingers nervously toyed with the warm skin of his hands that you wished to hold so closely, but the stunned silence his soft voice entranced you with kept you locked in your place before him, wrapped in his heart just as well as his sheets.

He was so much like a small puppy as he timidly stared into your eyes, his unkempt hair almost begging to have your fingers threaded through the silken locks as it fell into his gaze.

It was only once you realized you had only stared at him through the tears that gathered behind your lashes rather than answer his request for criticisms did he pour the contents of his heart to you.

“I was just thinking so much of you and how much I love you, a-and the words just poured out-”

The nervousness of revealing the raw depths of his love for you poured his thoughts into you as his hand instinctively reached for yours in search of comfort and tranquility.

His dark eyes squeezed shut until his button nose wrinkled with the force he applied and a soft sigh suffocated each of his flustered ramblings and his hand found it’s place, covering your own.

“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”

He confessed at last, cautiously revealing his starry eyes once more, fearing your rejection of his particular display of his love for you.

But once he felt the familiar weight of your arms wrap around his shoulders as your body pushed him into the plush pillows that waited to hold your entangled bodies, his stomach twisted with affection, because though he doubted himself, he knew deep in his heart that he was safe in your hands once he stared up into your eyes.

However the gentle caresses of his fingers burned the flesh of your thigh, and his heavy stare suffocated every word that formed upon the back of your tongue, yet your lips parted with confidence.

For the very first time in your relationship, you gathered the words he took from your mouth with his soft love, and you returned his displays of love whilst you whispered into the curve of his ear.

“Jungkook, I didn’t think I could physically hold anymore love for you, but-” your words collided with the kisses you fluttered over the line of his jaw and pooled between your tightly wound forms until you tenderly pressed your mouth to his to whisper into the parting of his lips. “I was so very wrong.”

He tenderly peered up at you through unkempt locks and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he merely gaped at you, simply enamoured by the passion that held him so dearly.

“I meant every word in that song, (Y/n),” he confessed in the intimate moment you found yourselves wrapped within, his fingers reached into the empty spaces of your own, “you make me whole.”

Your heart warmed at his confession of love that came as naturally as oxygen to his lungs, and you fell for him even more as he raised himself beneath you just enough to meet your lips again, after craving the taste for so long.

And with yet another kiss stolen in the first morning light, Jungkook stole your words once again to leave you gasping in his love, to forever promise to leave you speechless with his heart’s devotion.

Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24

More Than Friends || jjk

⤷Genre:romance; fluff; idiots to lovers; college au; oblivious!roommate!jungkook x female!reader.

⤷Warnings:themes of fear; brief mention of nausea; dizziness; pining.

Jungkook was oblivious, almost painfully so.

He was excruciatingly blind to the fond words of every sticky note you placed to his mirror wishing him a wonderful day,

And his ears were torturously deaf to the sweet whispers you murmured into each cuddle session you held at his place that he most likely shouldn’t have overheard.

The flutter of his heart that alighted his chest at the mere trace of your fragrance was overlooked as no more than excitement for your next adventure, and the rosy hue that spread over his cheeks with every kiss you pressed to them was assumed to be a faulty heater.

Even the gentle reveries of kissing your lips or the wonders of how your hair felt around his finger was written off as a mere phase.

Because everyone falls a little in love with their best friend at least once, right?

All of this being why Jungkook gave no second thoughts to your eager persistence to make a filling breakfast together before you classes started, as a team, as friends, rather than allowing him to sneak to the nearest bakery and snag a breakfast burrito that was almost too much to stomach this early in the morning.

Because you shared a home, definitely not because you cared for him.

It was simply routine for him to stare at your features from afar as the warm, morning light accentuated the shape of your face, as you carried out whatever your mind was set to, seemingly unbothered by his blatant admiration, that is until your voice broke him from his focus.

“I love spending time with you, Koo.”

His eyes ascended from the comically large mitts that covered your hands to peer into your own that were already awaiting his.

“I wouldn’t mind spending every morning with you.” His pulse quickened once more at your words but the fact was discarded in the very same breath he took in to answer.

“That’s what friends are for, I’d love to share my mornings with you too.”

He smiled innocently before it quickly faded once he witnessed how the corners of your lips fell, though he remained ignorant of the cause of your change.

Despite your valiant attempt to break through Jungkook’s friendzone to atleast make your feelings known, your lingering glances that remained upon his for a second too long was accepted as nothing significant, just as your hesitance to release his fingers from your grasp as you guided his hands around the whisk was no more than apricity.

Every blantant hint you dropped went unnoticed until you all but shouted to the whole campus of your love. His oblivion of today growing even more tiring than the years you practically confessed to him daily with no response.

Your thoughts of the future dizzied your head until merely thinking of bearing another day by his side without knowing if he returned your love in full physically hurt as you bothed danced around the other in the kitchen.

But you decided you had nothing else but to take matters into your own hands.

So once the familiar heat of his presence stood behind you, you turned upon your heel to effortlessly exchange your positions, his hip pressing into the corner of the counter with every step you took closer.

But just as your eyes locked upon his, they strayed over his features that always tugged your attention back to him, no matter where you found yourself, and your heart faltered in your plan, his perfection drowning your confidence.

Jungkook was the epitome of what humanity wished to be, he was what artists strived in vain to capture, from his dark lashes and his pretty lips to the barely noticeable freckle just below them. He was perfect in your eyes.

“I have something to tell you.”

The words breathlessly spilled into the air between your tightly pressed bodies, as if a cherished secret only ever to be heard by the one who captured your heart.

Your heart slammed against your chest and into his own, but you didn’t have a care in the world, you needed this release.

You drew in a deep breath in one last desperate attempt to settle your nerves and soothe the butterflies he placed within your stomach, before it all spilled out.

“Jungkook, I love you.”

The words slipped past your lips, never to be taken back again now they pierced the air and met his ears. Silence fell over you both as niether dared to answer nor follow up with the weighted confession.

You stared up into his blank expression with the wonders you harbored for more than two decades, still awaiting an answer that manifested itself as a mere furrow of his brows.

You nibbled lightly on the insides of your cheeks as your mind returned to the negatives of your confession, as you waited for the painful sting of rejection or a nervous laugh that churned your stomach.

His lips parted to speak and you winced in anticipation of his next words, but a scoff never came- but rather something you should have predicted.

“Like, more than a friend or?”

Your eyes rounded into spheres as you stared up into his sincere expression, dumbfounded by your clueless love, your eyelid twitching slightly.

He was still so lost with his feelings for his childhood friend, he never wanted to ruin what he did have with you, all for a kiss or the title of a boyfriend, only to lose you in the end. Until you showed him.

You reached to gently dip your fingers into the flawless canvas of his features to cup his cheek within your hands as you rose to the tips of your toes to gently graze his inviting lips with yours.

You could hear your pulse within your ears whilst your fingertips tingled as you kissed your best friend, as a potential lover, that waited for his response.

“I like you a lot more than a friend, dummy.” You whispered, pulling back just a bit to simply admire him once more, just in case he would never be yours to adore again.

Your eyes fell to his lips that were much warmer and sweeter than you expected, even in the fleeting taste you had, to witness your favorite bunny smile of his grace the dewy flesh.

His strong arms which you cuddled into so many nights and ran to for comfort in every drizzly day wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, without an inch of space separating you.

“I like you too.” He confessed at last, and your eyes nearly spilled over with tears, he was finally yours.

His lips met yours as the tip of his nose grazed your cheek with every sweeping of his tongue, and your breath lathed over his skin to elicit goosebumps.

Your fingers reached to thread through the tousled strands of his hair as your bodies pleaded to come closer, as it just felt right.

And once the timer of the oven startled you within his arms and you both parted, breathless with a smile upon your lips, you only hoped Jungkook caught the hint, you liked him much more than a friend.

Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24

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