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GIRL YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH JUNGKOOK AND HIS VLIVE 👀

FLUFF AS FLUFFY AS HIS HAIR PLEASE

OH AND BAM

- 😮‍💨

ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE (sometimes)

Hehe enjoy <3

TEASE (M)

gif credits to the wonderful @jung-koook (cause I couldn’t find it in the gifs search function lol)

synopsis; in which Jungkook can’t keep himself from flirting — both with ARMY and you.

pairing; idol!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. baby bam

genre; fluff, humor, smut, vlive au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; foul language, Jungkook being a highkey playboy while drinking beer, light smut in the form of touching (f. receiving) but nothing too explicit (that'll be in part two ;)), itty bitty exhibitionsim (or is it voyeurism? idk but one of those) heh, note this doesn't follow the entire live, just snippets.

w/c; 1,248

a/n; I’m not okay. 🙃

“Jungkook, if you don’t stop, you’re single handedly going to be the death of ARMY.”

Bam has his head resting over your outstretched legs as he sits on the floor next to the couch beside you, one hand of yours continuously stroking his head as you watch Jungkook flirt shamelessly with everyone on his vlive he’s currently filming – one in which the company has no idea he’s doing.

You’re positioned just off camera, yet still seated close enough next to him on the couch that you can easily kick his butt with your foot if needed.

“Watch the jewels!” He scolds lightly at you, rubbing his butt you just kicked. You snicker, until he reaches behind him to grab your foot and tickle it, making you squeal and squirm, kicking your foot at him that ARMY can see on camera.

“ARMY just said to leave me alone, y/n.”

“Tell him to stop tickling me then!” You say loud enough that they can hear you in the background.

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop.” He raises his hands in front of him to show he’s not lying. Another question rises. He answers.

“Did I get scolded by the company yet?” He waves his hand in the air passively. “Nah, I’ve had my years in the career.”

You shake your head at that, sometimes he can be so reckless. But you can’t be mad at him when it’s been so long since he’s personally interacted with fans. You could tell he was becoming more sullen as the days progressed. When he came up with the idea, part of you wanted to say no, though when it came down to it, you couldn’t. Not when he’s looked the happiest he’s been in a long time.

“They may have not, but the members did!” You say, nudging him with your big toe in his muscled, black sweats wearing thigh. He swats you away, still focused on the screen in front of him, but smirks at what you said.

“Y/N is right, they told me not to do another live while drinking, but here I am! Again.” His hand curls around the large mug handle that houses his beer.

“I’m a man who doesn’t give up!” He bows, like the true showman he is in front of the camera, then clinks the glass with the screen. “Hello, I’m Jungkook!”

He places the cold mug to his lips, a sly grin beginning to form that has you worried. His free hand that’s off screen begins to massage the foot he just ignored a few moments ago, you raise your brow at him, but he doesn’t see it.

“Do you want to get married?”

Your ears perk up at that, heart rate accelerating at the newfound topic. One that has yet to be discussed within the four years of you two dating. As if sensing your anxiety, Bam jumps up onto the couch to curl in between you and the couch.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he gazes at you both, head turned away from the screen for a moment to watch how well you and Bam get along. It’s not till your eyes lock onto his, that he puckers his lips at you both. You blow him a kiss with your hand that’s not stroking Bam. He grins, focusing back onto the screen, ultimately dodging the question. Your heart rate returns back to normal when the moment passes.

“Don’t ignore us? That’s cute. So cute, it’s right up my alley.” He runs his fingers through his hair, lopsided grin on display. Unbeknownst to you, he pans the camera onto your oblivious figure, attention still plastered to your phone, but it's when Bam's ears perk that has your eyes flickering up in wonder.

"Just look at my cutie right here, isn't Bam so precious?" It takes all of five seconds for Bam to maneuver his way on the couch over to Jungkook who scoops him up in front of the camera for everyone to see. With the camera still panned onto you, you point at the dog dad and his son with a pout.

"See what I have to deal with? Bam is the one that gets all the love in this relationship, not me. I should just leave--," You sigh heavily, feigning being upset and pushing yourself up off the couch. Jungkook's oversize shirt perfectly ends at your knees due to your short stature, so you know no flashing will take place.

Jungkook attempts to grab the edge of hisyour shirt, and as you twirl away from him and out of view, he's the one pouting now.

"Baby, you know I love you, right?" He calls out to your retreating form as you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Bam continues to lick his face all the while, nearly shoving his tongue down Jungkook's throat when he keeps trying to talk through Bam's love assault.

Two minutes then pass of complete silence.

That should've been your first warning.

"If I was your boyfriend, never let you go~"

Your body stiffens, arm outstretched halfway to pick up a glass off the drying rack, fingertips grazing the glass. Jungkook continues singing Justin Bieber.

"Keep you on my arm, girl~."

The singing gets closer, until you feel the warmth of his body as he slides up next to you using the smooth flooring to his advantage in his sock clad feet, one microphone in hand. An arm snakes it's way around your waist to pull you snug into his side, him nuzzling your neck for a moment before he finishes his rendition of the song.

Out of your peripheral, you see the laptop now faces the kitchen, upper half of your bodies in plain sight and the rest covered by the kitchen island planted in the middle of the kitchen. Bam has seemed to make himself busy by curling up in the warm spot on the couch that Jungkook was taking up previously.

He sways your bodies, a song you most definitely didn't expect to play reaching your ears, along with Jungkook's hot breath that's outlining the shell of your ear. You nearly stop breathing when he gets to the chorus, tattooed hand sneaking it's way down your side, bunching the edge of your shirt in it's scathing wake.

"Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot~"

His front now presses firmly against your back, entire body leaning against yours that allows you to feel every taught curve and crevice of his body that's hidden beneath his baggy clothing, including his already semi hard-on that presses into your lower back. His hand glides itself underneath your shirt to rub small circles on your stomach. Your breath does stop then.

"Jeon Jungkook." You warn him, quietly. He ignores you.

"At the body shop~"

Lower, dangerously lower.

"Doing something unholy~"

You have to bite your lip in order to prevent the whimper that wants to escape when two fingers press firmly against your clothed core. The devilish grin that appears on his face when you tilt your head back against his chest with your mouth slightly open to look at him with a look of need just makes him press harder, and you nearly keel onto the floor if it wasn't for his body weight alone keeping you pressed immobile against the cool marble countertop, the edge digging into your abdomen harshly.

This motherfucker knew what he was doing to you, and he didn't care.

What a tease.