sister ー jjk

the one with the plastic stick

Y'all are gonna hate me for this but that means I'm a good author ig? n e ways stream d-2 :)

NOTE: read the WHOLE chapter to the end before asking 'stupid' questions for your own sake and mine.
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Jungkook stayed the night at your apartment after you sadly had to wake him up to get him to the door let alone to your bed.

"Goodnight baby." You said as soon as you managed to get him to lay down properly and shimmy off his boots. He grumbled in response before passing out entirely on your bed. You kissed his forehead and smiled at his already asleep state.

You left him be to go shower before climbing into bed yourself. You rolled onto your side to watch his chest rise and fall in patterned breaths. Your eyes drooped soon after and sleep took over you easily.

You woke to Jungkook stroking hair from your face gently. 

"Jungkookie…" you groaned and rolled over away from him. Your hand flopped over your side onto your stomach. You rubbed at your abdomen lightly, tracing your finger tips in light patterns. You felt almost bloated?

"I love you." He purred out groggily.

"Jungkook I'm sleeping." 

"Y/n I have to go soon." 

You rolled over quickly.

"What? Nooooo. I thought you had the day off."

"I do but my brother and I are meeting today for some food, then I have practice." 

"Can we go out tomorrow then?" 

"Yeah, of course. We can go on a date." He said happily, smiling at you. Over an hour later Jungkook was kissing you goodbye at your door while you smile stupidly at him.

"Bye babe." He said to annoy you. You whacked his arm and he grinned cheerily with a bunny look. 

"Go already." You whined stupidly cringey. 

"Fine. Fine." He said walking down the hall. He soon disappeared into the elevator with a wave and you disappeared into your apartment with a giddy grin.

An hour later...

“Na-namjoon” you cried into the phone, clutching the small plastic stick while you sat curled up on your bathroom floor.

“Y/n?” he questioned, he was panting into the phone, he was in the middle of practice.

“Namj-joon…” you whined, sobbing into the phone.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he glanced at the guys who were waiting for Namjoon to end his call so they could start again.

“P-please c-come” you whimpered.

“What? What’s wrong? Do you want me to get Jungkook-”

“N-no! P-please Namjoon, please j-just come.” 

“Ok, ok I’m coming, you’re at your apartment right?” he said grabbing his jacket and bag.

“Y-yeah.”

“Yah! Hyung! Where are you going?!” Jimin scowled, annoyed at the hyung rushing to leave.

“Emergency, I’ll practice separately, you guys keep going. Sorry!” Namjoon said and he was out the door.