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"Jungkook?" you ask, prompting his attention.

He smiles at you, "Wh-hat?"

Frowning, you point to his upper lip. "You've got half the cake on your upper lip."

He grins louder before poking his tongue out to get it and you slump in your seat watching him try. How can someone be so good at making you feel things but on the other hand, be such a child? It confused you. He confused you.

And one thing plagued your mind while you watched him. "I don't want to be confused anymore and I want to sit on Jungkook's face" -whatever that meant.

You haven't seen Jungkook in two weeks. Which isn't awfully different from your usual being two working adults with parents who have exceptionally high expectations for your futures.

But this time, it was different.

You actually kind of miss him.

Jungkook had been pulled into a rip tide of study, pulled under the murky waters of social isolation and into the perils of his education; a last minute assignment and a forgotten seminar on health and architecture.

And you were left astray, turning to more immaculate reads through pages composed by Malorie Blackman instead of some 34 year old divorced woman discussing dick drought in a room full of golden showers. Urban dictionary has this flip a coin feature of being on one side, completely comedic and on the other, fucking disturbing as it's explanation of that saying has you immediately deleting your search history.

So yeah, you hadn't received any word from Jungkook until this very beautiful Friday evening, 6 hours post-hand in doomsday and 2 hours post-seminar where Jungkook had inhaled their horderves to the point of notice and had been kicked out in front of his superiors.

And he called you to pick him up.

You hadn't ushered a single word about it when you picked him up but you did ask him how many plates he had eaten when you arrived at his place. He had turned to you, a smirk accentuated by the orange hues of the streetlight. "All of them."

And you were pleasantly not surprised this time.

"You should've seen my professors face when I was dragged outside the seminar hall. He looked like he regretted ever forcing me to go," Jungkook says, laying on his back, computer sitting hazardously on his stomach. "Seriously though. The system is fucking bullshit. Fuck them all. I just want to watch mindless movies and feel my brain leak out of my ears. If that's okay with you."

"People are dying around the world Jungkook, complain about things that matter," You stammer. Lying on your back next to Jungkook with a pillow under your knees, you turn up your spotify playlist. "And, what brain?"

"Ha ha, you're so funny."

"Just watch a korean drama. You'll waste 2 days of your life binging it and you would've lost some brain cells in the process too. I recommend any drama Suzy is in."

"What have you got against her? She's so hot," He snorts, scrolling through his netflix account. "And this is coming from your experience?"

You kick his leg. "She's the same character in all of her dramas. And, do you want to die?"

Grinning sheepishly at you in response, he continues searching through his recommended tv shows, cursor falling short of season 9 Rupaul's Drag Race.

"Have you seen season 9 of Rupaul's?" he asks, and you shake your head. "No, not yet."

Scrolling past it, he says. "I'm not impartial to watching it if you want...."