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If there's something that Jungkook never goes without while eating, it's talking and laughing. Right now Jungkook is not saying a word. I have been trying to eat my  Chinese order for the past twenty minutes, but I am not enjoying it at all, not when my best friend is sitting a few feet in front of me on the floor being silent like this. 

His head has been pointed down since our food was delivered. I wasn't used to this Jungkook, but as I watch him eat with no emotion, it makes me try to rewind the events of today in my head to see if anything had gone too far to make him this way. Was it my jokes about him wanting to shave his eyebrows? Did I hit him too hard? I shake my head at that. It can't be. He would always laugh when I reacted to him wanting to do weird stuff to his body, and he definitely knows how to take my hitting, I have been doing it since we were kids.

I stop eating midway as I remember what happened a few seconds before he started acting like this. My phone call with Namjoon. Did he really want today to just be us without interruption that bad? I take a chance and slowly look over at him. The boys calling to check on us was never a problem before, their job being to make sure their little brother and his crazy childhood friend were being careful and safe whenever we are gone too long.

Probably feeling my questioning eyes on him, he looks up at me. I can't figure out the look he has right now, but I don't get to try to figure it out for too long.  He gets up quickly before holding a hand out to me.

" If you're done, do you want me to carry your food into the kitchen? Wrap it up for you to eat tomorrow?"

He hasn't said two words for the last thirty minutes, so it takes me some time to realize that he has spoken just now.

" Huh?" I ask as I look up at him. He chuckles before turning away and walking into the kitchen. I am so confused, and if there's one thing I don't like to be, it's being confused. I close my food box as I get up to stand. I've never seen him like this before. After I took that call from Namjoon, his mood significantly shifted after hearing his older brother's terrible but playful flirting. Is he jealous? Why?

 I walk into the dimly lit kitchen to see him throwing away his empty box before leaning against the kitchen counter, a hand pushing his hair back out of his face as he sighs deeply. He looks nervous.  I throw my empty box away before standing a few feet in front of him.

"Jungkook?" I ask in a soft voice, this new energy from him is making me worried.

" Please," he says suddenly but quietly.
"Please don't say my name like that."

It almost looks like it hurts him to ask that request as he finally looks at me. I know this expression, the one he gives when he's scared to say something.

" Something's wrong kook, and it has been bothering you since earlier, I can tell.  Please tell me what's going on, you know I can't stand to see you like this, struggling and shutting down while you try to carry whatever problem you are having all by yourself."

I walk closer to him before holding both of his hands in mine. 

" You can tell me." The look in his eyes changes from fear to something else entirely different and before I know it the unexpected happens.

He quickly pushes his lips on mines before moving his hands to my hips, gripping them tightly. The shock takes over me the longer I feel the softness that I never knew his lips possessed. He threads his hand through the curls peeking from under my bonnet before it falls to the floor. He pulls away but not too far as he looks into my eyes I know have grown wider than usual as his hand still holds the back of my head. My friend, the boy who I have known since grade school, just kissed me. He plants his forehead against mines before sighing, all words evaporating out of my throat as I try to find my balance.

" I'm so sorry y/n, I shouldn't have done that, I have been stopping myself from doing that for a while, I just couldn't this time. Not with you looking at me like ." He breathes out. I feel every word he says against my still-numbing lips as I try to piece together a thought, any thought. It's wrong, we're friends, he's not supposed to be kissing me in my dimly lit kitchen against the very counter we have shared jokes on all those times ago. But for some reason, it feels right, like it was supposed to happen a long time ago, maybe something I have always wondered about happening but hid very well. I don't remember exactly the day I looked at him other than just a boy I knew and loved, but I do know that recently I have had certain feelings I shouldn't have when it comes to Jungkook, I just could never put a finger on it.  Now all I want for him to do is to do what he just did again, even though I shouldn't. 

My body moves before I clench his shift between my fingers. He was jealous earlier because he did want today to be just about me and him, so that he could finally express what he probably has always wanted to, this moment saying what he was too nervous to say himself. And maybe, something I knew was always true,  but just locked in a box somewhere deep in my heart waiting to be unlocked. How long has he been hiding it? Was I ever going to have the guts to stop hiding it too? Whatever this is that just exposed itself between us? 

"Jungkook," I say quietly before walking until our chests meet. He looks different here, tall while standing over me under the low kitchen light with his hair surrounding his face as he bites his lips slightly, his usually wide bambi eyes now glazed over with want. Has he always been this tall? Has his chest and shoulders always been this built?  He was always beautiful to me, my beautiful friend. But the person in front of me, and who has been in front of me this whole time, was no longer just a boy I have always known, but a man, a man who just stopped time for me with one kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs nervously up and down as he grabs my face with both of his hands.

"I- I  need to confess something to you, but I want, no, I need to feel your lips on mines again," He moves until I can only feel him in front of my body and the counter behind me, and it brings heat to my face at how close he is to me now. 

 All sense leaves my brain as I pull his face down to mines before kissing him. Our lips move in sync as the kiss grows deeper and deeper. My mind goes airless at the feeling growing through my body the more I feel and grip him. He lets out a whimper before moving his head to the side, the position now allowing him complete possession over my lips. I realize that I could stay like this with him and be satisfied forever,  here in my apartment sharing intimate moments like this with the only person in the world that I trust. He glides his hand down my back before placing it inside the back pocket of my jeans. Hiking my leg up around his waist, he moves his mouth along the side of my neck before lifting the other.

"Jungkook," I stutter his name as I grip his back with my already trembling hands, feeling every back muscle I failed to notice all those times I jumped onto him before tackling him to the floor.

" I love how you say my name y/n, do it again." His warm breath hits my neck as my mind goes blank and warm from how fast the situations have switched within the distance of my living room and kitchen. The loud sound of his phone ringing in the living room goes off, freezing the time we were just in. He slowly looks at me, lust filling his eyes completely as he lowers my legs from around his waist, keeping eye contact the whole time he did so. His lips are now swollen from our session as he goes to lick them, mines most likely looking the same. He just stares at me as he places a thumb on my mouth, silently wiping around it as I still feel the electricity he left upon them.

" You should get that," I say in a small voice as I try to come down from what just happened.

 " Yeah, I guess I should." He says reluctantly before walking into the living room. 

Little did I know how much I would hate that phone call.