The days when no technology existed, love was written on letters, eyes were met, hands were frequently intertwined and romance was real.
Going back to 1988 when distance separated two fated people letters and emails coexisted binding the lovers tog...
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"Huh?" He asks, confused.
"My head got stuck in my shirt." You murmur against your shirt, a little embarrassed, "I need your help."
"Oh," Jungkook replied. There's a minute of silence before he gets back to you. "Y/n... if I remember, didn't you blame me for something purposely before?" You squint your brows, "I did?"
"Also called me a perv?" His voice rises amused. A chuckle left his lips as you learn what he was talking about. He said he would get back at you for accusing him of taking a good look at your inner wears when he didn't even know they were there. Of course, he didn't but you had to do that to divert the whole situation of getting caught, also you had no idea that karma would hit you back so soon.
You let out a nervous laugh from under your shirt, "Um, hey. I sincerely apologize. I was just joking around." You try to convince him, you were in a tight spot and only he could help you with this. Jungkook hums, "It shouldn't be this easy."
Letting out a grunt in return you basically get to whining. "Fine, I'll do whatever you ask from me, just help me out." You stride towards his voice and almost bump into his back. He's aware of your presence inclining his head sideways, "Are you sure?"
"Why not?" You pout in disbelief, was he really asking you this? "Just help me!" You whack your elbows at his shoulder as he nods, "Fine, you keep your promise and I'm turning, okay?"
"Do it Jungkook, my hands are aching." You screech from the pain on your shoulders and defeated Jungkook takes a deep breath, shuts his eyes tight, gets prepared and finally turns completely at you, gradually opening one of his eyes.
Both of your hands were lifted above your head, stuck at your head as your black top was raised upwards exposing your curvy waist, not only the waist but almost half of your upper body. Lean, perfect and slim enough to suit perfectly in his palms.
Swinging around at the perfect moment you distract him, "Can you just pull out this zipper?" You request as he blinks confused, "Zipper?" His eyes were still looking everywhere but at you. "Yeah, tug it open from behind my head and leave, simple" You explain to the man behind you, while he takes a heavy breath and comes to terms, "Okay."
Bringing his eyes back at you, he glances down at the zipper. Staying focused this time. "Stay still, alright?" He mumbles, taking a step near and finding the zipper stuck above your head. "I've got it." He picks on the zipper to pull it down and you misstep forward not able to maintain the balance because of the little push.
"Lift your arms." He breathes and you push your elbows up to make it easier for him and for you to maintain the balance.
Clasping your zipper down, he firmly positions his palm on your back for grip, his thumb grazing your skin, helping you to stand still... and it was then that you felt an impulsive shudder run from behind your back. Goosebumps started taking over your body and Jungkook's eyes witnessed the little arch and your body reacting to his touches. He hesitates a little and then calmly pulls down your zipper, slowly revealing your entire back covered in a thin strap of the bra.
As you get freed you let out a sharp breath immediately pulling down the top and zipping it up before stretching your arms. Throwing your head back you shut your eyes and break a few bones of your neck, flexing it and loosening up.
"Oh god, that feels good." deciding to turn and thank him you face him and what you saw at your front almost had your eyes bulging out.
There he was... with pink embarrassed cheeks, a little shy, his eyes averted away to the wall, running fingers through his hair and looking absolutely stunning. You had no idea he was the shy type. He just wasn't shy, man was hella flustered and oh god you loved the view.
Fluttering your eyes, restraining your smile and the sudden urge to laugh out at his cute innocence you try not to lose it too.
"You should rest, thank you." You bite both of your lips in a thin line heading towards the door and slowly opening it for him "Thank you for returning the scarf." You had to send him away, he was flustered to the rate he could burst out red flames through his cheeks.
"N-no problem" he bows, pausing for a second, blinking twice and then gradually realizing something. "I did not do that for free. The promise is still on hold." He points his finger up and presses his lips tight before running out to his room.
"Sure, good night." You bid him goodbye and he immediately shuts his door behind him. His jaw clenched and his mind spiralling. Drum beats were echoing in his chest. "That was so dangerous" He mumbled, resting his hand on his chest and shutting his eyes.
"Goodness," He opens his eyes admitting he needs to stop acting like a child. What was so great about zipping up a girl's dress if she's having trouble with it?
Right?
Nothing.
He was probably thinking too much.
But again, he saw it. He saw how sensitive you were when he touched you. How when he tugged the zipper down you turned serene and your skin shrieked. You were his friend and friends weren't supposed to feel like this.
It was wrong. He shouldn't even spare time to think about what was right and what was wrong. It wasn't considered to be a topic of thought at all so why was his mind forcing him? Why was he feeling like this?
Everything was messed up.
Growling, he jumped on his bed, stuffed his face into the pillow and switched off the lamps to sleep until he remembers about the big presentation he had tomorrow to present in the office. "Oh shit."
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A/N
This guy is apparently planning on killing me 👍🏻
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