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“Okay, serious question.”
You hum, lifting your head from Jungkook’s shoulder so you can look up at him. His arm doesn’t fall away from around your waist, and he keeps absently playing with the sleeve of your warm hoodie. Wind is howling outside your living room windows and rain batters against the glass, but it only makes your apartment more cozy – and so, you’re happily spending your movie night in the fluffiest socks and softest sweats you can find, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Shoot.”
He looks down at you, a small smile pulling at his lips. The movie you’re watching continues in the background, the low and hushed voices of Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson filling your living room as you fidget with Jungkook’s sweats. “You gotta promise you’ll answer truthfully.”
You purse your lips to fight a laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Do I ever lie?”
Jungkook snorts. “Every time you say you don’t want any ice cream.”
With an unapologetic grin, you shrug. “That’s not an actual lie and you know it.”
He scowls playfully. The movie score swells for a moment, but Jungkook ignores the dramatic violins and grabs hold of your waist instead, squeezes his arms together until they’re wrapped around you uncomfortably tightly, though not painfully so. “Just promise me!” he whines as you groan in complaint, trying to pry his hands from your torso. His embrace only tightens around you and he lifts you up a few inches, shaking you back and forth while your protests grow louder. “Come on, come on, come on!”
“Alright, alright, I promise,” you wheeze out and he abruptly releases you, dropping you back onto the couch. “Jesus Christ,” you huff, laughing as he grabs your hand and entwines your fingers with his. “How important is this question, exactly?”
“Relationship-defining,” he replies, his tone dead serious even though he’s wearing the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen.
You’ll admit that he’s most definitely piqued your interest – but, of course, you’re not going to admit that to him. Trying to hide your curiosity behind an amused smile instead, you sit up in his arms to properly look at him. “Alright, let’s have it, you tease.”
“First of all, you know you love the teasing,” he starts with a smirk. You narrow your eyes at him, and his grin only widens. “So, my question is…” He pauses and takes a dramatic breath. You can tell he’s trying to draw it out as much as possible, but you simply raise your eyebrows at him as you wait for– “Team Edward or team Jacob?” You barely have time to laugh in surprise at his question before he continues, “Three, two, one, go.”
“Team Jacob, duh.”
Jungkook grins and nods in approval, pressing a kiss to your nose. “I knew you’d be sensible,” he mutters, his lips brushing your skin as he moves to kiss your cheek, and you snort out a laugh. “Ice cream?”
He jumps up from the couch before you can reply, hopping over to the small kitchen attached to your living room. With a small smile, you lean your head on the backrest of the couch, turning to look into his direction as he disappears from sight. “Why are you asking this when we’re on Eclipse already?”
“Listen, I had to make sure you wouldn’t cop out,” he replies, raising his voice so you can still hear him as he rummages through the cutlery drawer, then sorts through the contents of your freezer. “Too many people go with that ‘secret third option’ and I am sick of people telling me they’re team Bella.” He emerges from the kitchen with a tub of ice cream and two spoons in his hands, the sleeves of his black hoodie pushed up his forearms so he can hold them without his sweater paws getting in the way.
You raise an eyebrow and watch him walk back to the couch. “Actually, now that you mention it…” you start, unable to fight your grin.
He narrows his eyes as he slowly sits down next to you, regarding you warily – he holds the spoons just out of your reach.
“I think I’d go with the secret fourth option,” you tell him cheerfully, leaning forward to snatch one of the spoons from his fingers.
“Fourth option?” he asks with a frown, pulling open the tub as you settle against his side again. “What team is that, exactly?”
You grin and dig in. “Wildcats.”
He bursts out in surprised laughter, lightly whacking the back of your hand with his spoon before he gathers up a big scoop of ice cream. “You’re crazy.”
You simply shrug. “And also right.”
He snickers once more, shaking his head. “I think team Wildcats is just a worse copout than team Bella, babe,” he replies, holding the spoon with his mouth for a moment so he can wrap his arm around you, holding the tub of ice cream upright with his other hand.
You can barely hold back your grin. “Secret options are always better,” you insist, staring at the screen as you shuffle a little more into his side. “Means you really thought about things.”
He scoffs. “That literally doesn’t make any sense,” he mumbles, though you can hear the amusement in his voice. With the arm now wrapped around you, he reaches out to hold the spoon as he slowly eats the ice cream off of it; his forearm brushes your chin with the movement. “If you’d thought about it, you’d be able to make a proper decision.”
“Well, babe, let me tell you about a little something called humour,” you return, looking up at him with a bright grin.
He shakes his head with a chuckle. “You’re impossible.”
You laugh and shrug, turning to look back at the movie. “You know you love the teasing.”
He snorts, poking you in the side with the handle of his spoon before he eats the ice cream off it, and silence falls as you focus on the movie once more.
Rain is still beating the living room windows, the soft glow of the city skyline breaks through your thin blinds. A marshmallow-scented candle is sitting on the coffee table between the couch and the TV, its flickering flame illuminating the empty dinner plates sitting right next to it, and it gently spreads a sweet scent through the room. Jungkook’s body is warm against yours and you can feel yourself grow drowsy, letting your head rest on his chest.
When the movie switches from the dark of night to bright daylight, the snowy landscapes are almost too bright for your eyes, and you instinctively squint at the screen and burrow into your sweater.
“You know what also doesn’t make sense?” Jungkook asks softly, keeping his voice down so he doesn’t speak over the dialogue. He absently traces small circles along your upper arm with his free hand, plays with the fabric of your sleeve.
“Hm?” you hum softly, twirling your spoon between your fingers, your eyes still glued to the screen.
“That Bella chooses Edward when a whole Jacob exists.”
You laugh softly. “I get it, to be honest,” you reply, dragging your spoon through the ice cream without scooping up much of it. Jungkook makes an offended sound, and you laugh once more. “Listen, she’s deathly afraid of getting older, and in comes some immortal guy who can make her young forever – admit it, hot wolves can’t compete with that.”
“So you’re saying she’s a youth digger,” he says, a smile curling at his lips.
With a chuckle, you nod quickly, your cheek brushing his soft sweater. “Exactly,” you reply, and Jungkook snickers in response as he focuses on scooping up some ice cream. “Plus, she keeps insisting it’s, like, true love and everything. I thought you believed in that stuff,” you add, flashing him a teasing grin.
He pouts at you, poking you in the side once more. “I do,” he says, turning back to the screen as the music swells yet again. “But you can’t trust her. She’s a youth digger.”
You laugh into your ice cream, shaking your head. “I mean, let’s be real here – all these characters do some really weird things at some point in the story, so if there’s any team to pick…” you trail off, shrugging as you stuff a big spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “It’s Wildcats.”
“The copout option,” he huffs theatrically, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Come on, make the choice for this fictional girl’s love life or I swear to God –”
“Alright, alright,” you interrupt through a laugh. Jungkook lightly runs his fingers along your thigh, drawing random figures into your jeans. “I’m sticking with my first choice– I pick Jacob,” you decide with a firm nod.
He slowly shakes his head. “I can’t even believe you after the Wildcats thing.”
You look up at him and raise an eyebrow. “What, you want me to argue for it?” you ask as you sit up again. Jungkook shrugs noncommittally, though you have to say, the casual demeanour is a very weak cover for the bright amusement glimmering in his eyes.
After narrowing your eyes at him for a moment, you settle against his side again, looking back at the movie you’re both not really watching anymore. Not that it matters much – this is probably the third time you’ve watched it this month, and it’s likely not the last time, either.
“I don’t know, I guess Jacob’s… he doesn’t do the best things, let’s be real here, but he seems like a good friend, you know. Edward just thirsts.” You pause and laugh to yourself, sticking your spoon into the ice cream. “Literally and figuratively,” you add with a small smile, and Jungkook snickers. “Jacob’s a good friend who happens to be in love with her too, and I just– that’s what I want, you know. That’s what I have.”
You can feel your cheeks heat as your smile grows, and you unconsciously snuggle further into Jungkook’s side. “It’s not bad,” you add with a playful grin, picking your spoon back up. “Plus, I’m pretty sure neither you nor Jacob would abandon me in a forest in the middle of the night since you don’t have any family that wants to drink my blood, so…”
With a chuckle, Jungkook nuzzles his nose into your neck, his cold lips brushing your skin and you shiver, letting out a light laugh. “Strong arguments.”
You grin almost sheepishly, swallowing your ice cream as you turn to look up at him once more. “Happy now?” you ask as he pulls back and tilts his head at you.
His smile widens and he nods, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You can taste remnants of sweet vanilla ice cream, and it only makes you want to kiss him more. “Very,” he mutters, his lips still cool against yours.
“You’re cold,” you mumble, leaning up to chase his lips, to kiss him for just a second longer. He chuckles and leans back in, your nose brushes his cheek, his breath unexpectedly hot. “Did you turn into a vampire without me realising? Should I have picked team Edward?” With a gasp, you pull back, your eyes wide. “Is this why you asked?”
His lips curl down into a playful scowl. “Well, it’s too late now, you picked team Jacob already,” he huffs, feigning sadness as he lets his gaze drift away into nothingness. He heaves a dramatic sigh and slowly shakes his head. “But it’s fine, I –”
“Oh, wait! New answer,” you interrupt with a grin, putting the tub of ice cream on the coffee table so you can climb into his lap and put your arms around his neck, your knees on either side of his legs. His eyebrows shoot up, though his arms come to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. “I’m team Jungkook.”
He huffs, though there’s a bright, dreamy smile breaking through his disappointed facade. “Copout.”
With a grin, your shrug and press a kiss to his lips. “Still the best option.” His hands tighten around your hips, a spoon clatters against the wooden floor. “I thought about it and everything.”
He narrows his eyes at you, lets you peck his warming lips again. “Fine, I’ll give you this one,” he says, sighing softly. “But only because I love you.”
Your grin widens and you run your fingers through his hair, watching it fall out from in between your fingers. “I love you too, Kook,” you mutter gently, and you can feel his muscles soften underneath you. Biting your lip, you smile down at him, leaning down to kiss him yet again, and he smiles against your mouth. “Now, about this did you turn into a vampire question you so skillfully dodged just now…”