a/n: warning, some parts may allude to sex. don't read if you're uncomfortable hehe
"Fuck—" He cried out in pleasure.
"Mmm.."
"Chaeyoung," He sighs, "This is—"
Ignoring the way her real name falls casually from his lips, Rosé hums again in response to urge him to continue, "Yeah?"
"This is—" He pauses again, and she watches him with his eyes closed and brows knitting together, as he struggles to come up with something to say. Cute, she thinks.
"This is.. This is fantastic!" He finally exclaims and leans back into the couch as he lowered his bowl on her coffee table, hand wiping across his lips to get the grease off and Rosé scowls at the sight before handing him over a napkin.
"That's a very nasty habit, Jungkook."
"I'm sorry, babe." He smiles, "It's just— you're a genius, you know that?"
She feels heat rushed up her skin from the pet name and Rosé bites down her lips to stop herself from smiling. To be honest, it wasn't completely her idea. She had actually gotten it from the movie Parasite.
Jungkook had been unimpressed at first when she suggested they ate $2 instant Jjapaguri from the 7/11 near her dorm. But when she fished out her prized leftover steak from the microwave to cut it up into the noodles — suffice to say, he had been intrigued.
"We should eat that soon, it's starting to melt." Rosé raises her chin towards the pint of cotton candy flavoured ice-cream Jungkook had left on the table.
"Oh, yeah yeah," He says as he leans forward to grab the dessert and the spoons it came with, "We should."
//
After finishing their quick meal and dessert, the two quickly set off to clear the mess they had made in the living room and Rosé had been extra careful to not leave behind any evidences that Jungkook had been in her dorm. Because Lisa would probably nag her for days if she found out, and then insist she tell her everything. And that scares her more than she'd like to admit because her roommate can be very persistent and very nosy. Who knows what ideas Jennie would come up with if she hears about it.
Jungkook, on the other hand, had seemed pretty calm about everything. While Rosé had felt at her wits end over the fact that she invited a man over, Jungkook had looked way too nonchalant. And Rosé had sulked momentarily at the thought that maybe he was just used to girls inviting him over to their rooms. Whatever.
"Looks like it's still raining.." Jungkook sighs as he watches through the windows, the dark clouds pouring heavily onto the streets downstairs.
Merely saying he had been disappointed by the weather would be an understatement. He swore he had checked his weather app and he remembers it said clearly, "Cloudy with 20% chance of rain."
And that 20% is the reason why he's spending lunch in Rosé's dorm room right now. But somehow he realised that he kinda prefers this plan more — if the goosebumps spreading at the back of his neck upon the thought of being in a confined space alone with Rosé had been any indication.
"W-we can watch a movie if you'd like," He heard her squeak shyly behind him and a small smile appeared on his lips before he turned around to look at her. "Okay."
//
There was no way she could concentrate on the movie. For one, Jungkook just had to pick a Nicholas Sparks movie and Rosé absolutely hated anything that got to do with Nicholas Sparks — she was just never a fan of romantic melodramas! Second, she was sitting way too close to him on the couch, and the masculine scent of his cologne wafting through her nose is making everything even more difficult.
Initially, Rosé had strategically placed a pillow right between the two of them so their arms wouldn't accidentally touch. But as 30 minutes passed since the movie started, she could see Jungkook digging his elbow into the pillow, his chin perched in the curve of his palm.
Rosé had half the mind to push him off the pillow but of course she didn't so she settled for glaring her eyes through the laptop screen, frustrated at the way she could feel his curls lightly brushing against her shoulder. It's just so unfair! Because everything he does was making her feel things and yet, he is sitting there, completely unaffected, even chuckling under his breath at whatever funny scene from the movie was playing in front of them. Fucking Jeon Jungkook.
"Oooh, Noah—"
"—Ah!"
Rosé tenses up when she realises what was happening. Moaning sounds aside, the two characters from the movie were heavily making out, hands groping each other under the clothes and she knew from then that a sex scene was coming. Great.
Trying her best to slow the beat of her heart, Rosé silently took a deep breath, careful not to let Jungkook hear her breathing and then she sneakily peered at him through her peripheral vision. And she had noticed that he was just the same. His hand was still cupping his face as he watches the scene intently, with one leg crossed over the other. How does he do this so easily?
"Quit staring at me." His voice broke her thoughts and she tensed up further upon being caught.
"I wasn't staring at you."
"Yeah, right." He chuckles, "I can see you gawking at me through the mirror over there, babe."
Fuck. She completely forgot about the damn mirror.
Keeping herself as composed as possible, Rosé cleared her throat and ignored him as she looked back towards the screen. She couldn't even pay attention because she could feel his eyes on her and she jerked her head towards him again with a "What?!"
"Nothing," He chuckles and she could clearly see the smirk spreading slowly on his face.
Groaning, she crosses her arms over her chest in mock annoyance. "Get that grin off your face."
"And if I don't?"
She feels Jungkook's eyes on her again, this time the trace of amusement no longer there and she bites the insides of her cheeks to stop from smiling. "Then I'll make you."
"Yeah?" He tilts his head, "How?" His voice dropped a tone lower than usual.
Rosé finds herself biting her lower lip and she feels a sudden rush of confidence flowing through her, as she leans her body towards him, surprising both Jungkook and herself.
"You tell me." She breathes out.
And she notices the way Jungkook's eyes moved to her lips and then they fluttered back up again to look at her. And she licks her lips out of force of habit.
"Don't do that," he groans.
"Do what?"
"That," He whispers and he looks at her lips again.
And Rosé didn't know if it was the dulling of the movie sounds in the background, or the silent patter of the rain outside or the dim lighting in her living room but she felt brave for once, being with him alone — something that she rarely felt around him because he had a way to make her insides turn. So Rosé leans down again and Jungkook feels her breath against his lips as she whispers back, "You mean this?"
And that's what got him, and Jungkook quickly shuts her up by pressing his mouth to hers, nipping gently at the skin of her bottom lip that tastes just like cotton candy and then he pulls away, but only slightly. "Chaeyoung." He whispers her name against her lips, seeming like he was thinking hard more than anything. And she wonders what was going on in his head.
But between the flurry of emotions swimming inside his eyes and the long hours of pent up frustration bubbling inside her chest, Rosé just couldn't find it in her to resist him.
So she crashes her lips against his once again and both of them quickly fall into a clash of lips and tongue. Rosé didn't think she reacted well for the first few seconds into their kiss as she was mostly nervous and jittery but now, more than ever, she knew she wanted him and she didn't mind reflecting on her actions afterwards. She just really wanted him. Now.
So she leans back a little more into position and allows Jungkook to fall forward as she pulls him closer by the shirt, even swiping her tongue against his lower lip just to see what he would do and she was pleased when his mouth parts open, inviting her in with a low grunt.
Her hands found their way beneath his shirt, and she feels the ridges of his firm muscles sculpted down his back as she dug her nails down his skin. Jungkook groans again in between their kiss and he pulls back to move his attention to the side of her neck where he began sucking harshly.
Light whimpers escape her mouth from his administrations and she moans, "Jungkook..." His name leaving her beautiful lips and Jungkook twitches from how pretty she sounded. So so pretty. But then he realises something and so he stopped — too sudden, like switching on a light, and he grabs her face to pull her away.
"What?" She asks at the sudden loss of contact of his lips on her neck, her eyes were still drooping from lust.
Rosé leans back in to kiss his lips again but he clears his throat, avoiding her obvious advances.
His stare darts from her face to the windows behind them and he murmurs, "Um.. Uh.. The rain.."
"Huh?"
"The rain. I-It stopped — I have to go."
"Huh?" She repeats, this time louder.
"I have to go, Chaeyoung." He finally leans back, pushing his hand through his hair, to sweep the curls off his forehead.
And her eyes widened slightly as she slowly comes to her senses. Excuse me?
"Oh, wow." She scoffed, brows furrowing.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just go. Whatever." And Rosé stands up as she picks his bag off the floor before pushing it to his chest.
When he didn't respond, Rosé simply turned her back towards him before walking towards her room. "Go, Jungkook. Leave."
And she could hear him stand up from his seat, and she could hear the shuffling of his feet and she could hear the way he tried to call out her name but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing came out. He didn't say anything. And then she could also hear the sharp click of her door. He really left.
Sighing, she rubs her hands down her face and drops herself into the bed, hoping it would eat her whole.
She really wished Lisa was home because right now, all she wanted to do was stuff her face with even more ice cream and curse Jeon Jungkook.
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a/n: *EVIL LAUGHTER* there is no smut i was lying 🤣 sorry for cockblocking yall. okie bye thats it. can't promise ill update tomorrow but we'll see~