Serendipity

Lipstick Devils and Peter Kavinsky

It's the tail end of summer in Seoul, and you hate it. Why? Because it's 30 degrees out and the massacre of "love bruises" all over your body from Jungkook's strange adventure last night has your body purple, blue and yellow.cJungkook calls them love bruises; aka hickies above all over hickies.

You personally think it's just the combination of anemia and JUNGKOOK PINNING YOU DOWN AND CONNECTING THE HICKIES. He said it would help with your cramps ...and you stupidly believed him.

Goddamn shark week, got you doing and thinking stupidly. 

What would Jungkook know about cramps?

And what do you wear to cover up suspicious-looking bruises? His bloody jumper. The black one with the big white tick in the middle that smells like his shampoo. It's oddly reassuring to have his scent around you but wildly infuriating. The only reason why you're wearing it anyway is because you had fallen asleep at his house watching that new Netflix film to 'to all the boys who I've loved before' and you HAD TO COVER YOUR BODY WITH SOMETHING.

You wish he was as gentle as Peter.

Everyone deserves a Peter Kavinsky.

He, however, had thought differently.

Sulking under the sheets next to you, Jungkook grabs your chin, pulling your attention from the computer to him. "What do you even love about him? He's literally so average and he plays lacrosse, a game for pussies."

Slapping his hand away, you turn on your side to face him. "He writes love letters, posts cute pictures of Lara Jean on his Instagram, they talk and understand each other. Their chemistry is amazing and they hang out on Saturdays watching movies together!"

"WE DO THAT TOO?" Looking at you incredulously, he grabs the pillow from his side and smacks you with it. "What do you think we're doing right now too?"

You look at him and then at the computer over your shoulder. "You are no Peter Kavinsky, Jungkook. He's wholesome and romantic. You're sexual and perverted."

His face darkens before he shuffles under the sheets. Pushing you onto your back, he hovers above you, the candles on his bookshelf flicker a soft orange glow across his cute pouty face. "Am I not romantic? How am I not a Peter Carvan?"

"Its Kavinsky," Raising your hands to his waist, you rub the soft exposed skin. "He's cute and he radiates big dick energy at the same time. It's a possible impossible. You're you, a poo."

Slumping his complete weight on you, he wraps his arms around you. "You're mean to me, I'm cute, come on! I'd out romance Peter any day!"

Sinking into his duvet covers, you spread your legs so he can lay between them. "Jungkook, get off me, I can feel your dick."

He goes stiff for the tiniest of seconds before lifting his face from your chest to smirk at you. "And that is one thing I'll always have over Peter big dick Carvanisky."

You cock an eyebrow at him. "What? That I can feel your penis and not his? Why don't you believe in me? I could make it happen! We're the same age in real life."

"No, not happening," Pushing his hips against yours, he bites his bottom lip. "Not while I'm still breathing." 

Looking at his face, you sigh. "Peter Kavinsky has set the bar for my non-existent love life. You can't look at me like that and tell me that the movie thus far, doesn't want to make you love again."

Jungkook growls, shifting his face into the crook of your neck to kiss your neck. "What do you mean non-existent love life? You have one with me Y/N and come on, the movie hasn't even finished yet. For all we know, they could break up after he cheats on her with Gen."