Enraptured | Jungkook ✓

A Madman's Addiction

In the dim glow of midnight, the celestial canvas adorned with scattered stars, your beseeching tone echoed through the microphone to reach Jungkook's ears. A faint pout adorned your lips as you pleaded with him to accompany you, the words dripping with a hint of adorable desperation.

Jungkook, ensconced in the comfort of his silk-laden bed, sighed heavily, still half-asleep, his eyes veiled by the remnants of a tantalising dream. "Do I really have to?" He groaned, pulling the duvet over his face in protest.

"Yes!" You exclaimed, sitting upright with determination, emphasising the undeniable bond of your relationship. "You're my boyfriend, remember?"

The word "boyfriend" lingered unfamiliarly on your tongue, a testament to the newness of this connection.

"I know, I know," Jungkook acquiesced, his exhaustion apparent. "When?"

"Next Saturday," you replied, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you sensed his reluctance slowly waning. "It's the only day they're free."

"Hmm," Jungkook pondered, leveraging the situation to his advantage. "What's in it for me?"

Your surprise was palpable. "What do you mean?"

"You refused to spend the night, and now you wake me up for a tedious request. I expect something in return," he asserted, a sly undertone in his voice.

"Like what?" You questioned, suspicion furrowing your brow.

"I'll leave that to your imagination," Jungkook teased, his voice still laced with sleepiness but undeniably enticing.

As you mulled over his request, he interjected, "surprise me. Girlfriends do that, right?"

"Well, I don't know," you shrugged, unsure of the intricacies of relationships. "You're my first boyfriend; I'm still figuring things out. I don't know how to surprise a lover."

"Neither do I," Jungkook admitted, his laughter carrying a musical quality. "That's the charm of surprises, baby."

The topic shifted to meeting your parents, a prospect he wasn't thrilled about. "Why do you want me to meet them so badly?" He inquired.

"I just want to prove I'm not some crazy, psychotic stalker," you confessed, sinking into your chair, fatigue creeping in. "They have expectations, and I've fallen short."

"But you are a crazy, psychotic stalker," he quipped, before adding with a pause, "you're my crazy, psychotic stalker."

The admission resonated with amusement, his laughter weaving a melody that warmed your heart.

• • •

Taehyung's hum resonated with an uneasy frustration, an undertone of anger threading through the melody, signalling a looming internal conflict. Jimin, well aware of the implications, found himself in the unenviable position of quelling Taehyung's ire. placating him was a challenging task, with dire consequences for failure.

"Alright," Jimin exhaled, observing Taehyung's aggressive humming in the secluded corner of a café. "Talk to me. You've been like this all day."