So I Was Thinking If You Could Do A Drabble Where Oc Meets Jungkook Bully's Mother Ofc Only If You Want

So I was thinking if you could do a drabble where oc meets jungkook bully's mother ofc only if you want to 😊

VERY HYPOTHETICAL SCENARIO

"Let me come with," you persist, using a cutesy tone to further persuade him into you walking him home instead of the other way around. You want to see where he grew up and meet the woman who raised him, although the latter does induce some nerves within you. Bottom line, you want to know everything about him and if that meant meeting his mother, then so be it.

"No," is his firm refusal. He continues walking you to the bus stop with Bam tagging along or rather leading the way ahead of you.

"I want to meet her!"

"Please don't do this," he releases an exasperated sigh when you skid to a halt and cross your arms to hold your stance. His eyes trail to your furrowed brows and soft pout.

You merely stand and wait for him to give in. He will eventually. He always does. Everyone has a weakness, and you'll use his against him should the opportunity arise—and it has. So you give him those puppy eyes, although hardened with determination, and give him time.

"Please," he tries again, although much more softly and you know you have him in the palm of your hand. "God, you can't keep doing this," he quietly cries to himself and turns to the opposite direction. The direction of his house.

You follow his lead with a triumphant grin. Works like a charm every time.

Then the nerves settle in, and now you're the one hesitant to enter his residence. It's a small cottage, the wallpaint washed out and greyish, slightly rundown and visibly old. There's a nice garden though, and that's where Jungkook heads first to free his dog. You eye the wooden porch by the front entrance that has a folding chair and a round, small table with an ashtray. There's a terrace sticking out from the side of the cottage. It somehow suits Jungkook pretty well; the house's and his personality clash.

And then you see the draw of an opaque curtain from the window by the door. It's a woman staring at you with big, wide eyes. You return the same expression when you notice. She flies out of the house within a second, climbing down the three steps before halting in front of you. Her attire is kind of inappropriate, and she looks like she hasn't slept in days. Her dark eye makeup remains in smudges across her bags and smearing to her cheeks; her hair is disheveled yet untangled; her lips are plump and rosy; her skin is pale, and yet she is still desirable and pretty in a messy way. Her black nightgown's fabric reflects the light from the setting sun.

Then it dawns on you—how reminiscent her features are. Though Jungkook takes better care of his appearance, you can see how similar they are in the way they present themselves and... look. It's that careless, unbothered aura that attracts so much attention that has passed down to Jungkook from his mother.

Jungkook peers over his shoulder when he hears the ruckus that is his mother's clumsy steps. "Here we go," he sighs with dread.

You're first to talk as Jungkook cautiously steps next to you. You greet and introduce yourself, and he is seemingly more uncomfortable by this situation than you are. His mother smiles as awe and admiration graces her gifted features.

"This is her?" she asks her son in disbelief. When he belatedly nods and avoids her gaze, her jaw drops. "Oh, there's no fucking way. You are adorable!"

Her compliment takes you by surprise and fills your heart, wearing off the initial shock from her language. "Th-thank you," you barely manage to say. She puts an arm on your shoulder with her eyes raking over you, taking in your outfit and overall appearance.

"Tell me, how does someone like you end up with someone like him?"

You release an uncomfortable laugh just as Jungkook answers, "My looks pull. Now, how does anyone end up with someone like–"

"Oh, do not go there." Their short bickering pauses when she turns back to you. "I was told you made the first move on him. You're a bold girl, aren't you?"

"Well, I mean," you stammer with a chuckle, "I don't know... I've never been in a relationship so I didn't know the appropriate etiquette."

It's her turn to jolt back in surprise. "Never? So you did this dimwit's homework for him?"

"I am literally right here."

Both of you ignore him as you respond, "I needed a reason to talk to him and he wasn't interested in me at the time, so..."

"... So you took it upon yourself to get him interested. Shit, that's smart." She nods to herself, impressed. You never thought of what you did as smart, more so desperately grasping at straws and pathetic. "And just how long have you two been together?"

"Seven months." That's something you could confidently answer.

She blinks rapidly, long and thick eyelashes fluttering at the movement. You can't help but admire it, although you are still nervous because her questions are coming from a place of judgement; judging if you're actually serious about him. What are the right answers to impress your boyfriend's mother? You didn't think she'd be protective from the impression Jungkook had given you beforehand—they don't have the best relationship, but they seem like a fun duo from how similar yet different they are.

"This is his first relationship too, you know," she smirks. With no spared glance at Jungkook's warning look (he told her that with trust!), she tells you, "you two have been together longer than I've ever been with anyone in the past two decades."

"Go figure," Jungkook mutters under his breath. She lightly smacks his arm with the back of her hand.

"I would invite you inside, but I think you guys should just sneak into his room. We have guests," she purses her lips and raises her brows. It's a face of discomfort.

"Right." Jungkook urges you to enter and you quickly check the time to see if it's past your curfew—latest 7PM—and sigh in relief when it's only 4 o'clock.

Just as you're about to go inside, she calls after you to say, "I hope we can talk again. Catch me up on the gossip, yeah?"

You nod with a bright grin. This is the woman who made Jungkook feel like he wasn't enough; the woman who abandoned him and deteriorated his mental health. You keep that in mind when you're ushered past the living room and snuck in his room. She's likeable, but you can't like her too much.

You've learnt to keep certain people at an arm's length, and that sometimes included Jungkook as well.

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Its my first time making a request since im SO in love with textbook couple. can i request where jungkook being a whiny pouty baby? like yn is just studying or idk doing something really serious and jungkook is wanting her attention but shes just like “babe im working~” but jungkook just being whiny and pouty and keep trying to get her attention, and she refuses to give him and then yoongi or other member come to her and she give her full attention to them and jungkook becomes more pouty and hug her like a koala and said “why are you being mean to me?? pay attention to me me , just me”, like just a wholesome fluff please but if you want to of course

i hope my first time writing your request goes well 😩😩 LESSGOOO

Biochemistry is your highest priority when it comes to doing well in a specific field. It is the most important, hard and overwhelming subject you've ever studied and you have a midterm in two weeks. Stupid cell biology, genetics and viruses... Despite paying your utmost attention throughout the entire semester, it still proves to be difficult to revise all these units in one sitting. You've been revising since last week, and you have time to memorize the entire textbook, but taking breaks feels too much of a privilege—even with Jungkook next to you.

You had told him you would be busy, but he insisted in joining you in the library, and it seems he still doesn't realize how crucial it is for you to concentrate on your notes and books scattered on the table. He is trying to strike up a conversation every chance he gets, though all you really need is silence right now.

Diagrams of molecular structures are taunting you when he looks up from his phone and says, "The Matrix Resurrections is out. We can watch it tonight, if you're not busy."

You don't hear him as you try to draw a molecule from memory; you were told to memorize specific formulas beforehand. Fucking DNA. It's so boring.

"I rewatched the first movie a couple days ago," he continues despite your lack of response. "Sometimes I wonder if you're real– if all this is real. Are people watching me have sex behind a screen?"

There are no crickets inside the building, but the occasional coughs and rustling of papers remind him of your utter silence anyway. He deeply sighs. It's entertaining to watch you study with your tongue sticking out when you're writing something, or the furrow of your brows when you're reading, but he is feeling deprived of attention. He's not one to beg, but he's growing a little needy. An involuntary pout settles on his lips.

"Hey," he gently nudges your shoulder. His tone of voice is unfamiliar: soft and whiny. "You haven't looked at me in like two hours. Talk to me."

"I'm working," you say distantly. You could barely comprehend what he said, but your response should suffice and convey that you can't spare him any time right now. But he doesn't take the hint and instead snuggles into the crook of your neck. "Jungkook..." you quietly groan. These are stressful times, and this is an incredibly rare moment that you can't enjoy right now.

His breath hits your skin and slightly tickles the sensitive spot. "I'm just asking for one minute," he pecks your shoulder.

"Not now," you gently shrug him off. You wish he had listened to you when you told him you were busy because now he's just going to get upset and keep demanding your attention that is undivided on your work.

He opens his mouth to plead, but he's interrupted by Namjoon approaching your table. He greets the both of you before glancing at your open books.

"You're studying for the midterm?" he asks and sits down next to you without taking his eyes off of your organized notes.

"Yep," you peep.

He plops his backpack on the father side of the round desk to not invade your space. "Can I join? I was just about to start."

"You have to be fucking kidding me," Jungkook mutters to himself in astonishment. He hasn't even had a dialogue this long with you this entire day and Namjoon just comes waltzing in, and you're somehow okay with it. He is slightly bashful when he asks, "You guys, um, take the same courses?"

"Just Biology," Namjoon answers for you. He shifts his chair closer to you and skims your current focus. "Oh, dude, this is like the only topic I'm good at. I aced every quiz."

"Really?" You're skeptical but let him pull the pages closer to himself. "I just need help with structures. I get the functions and everything else."

"I can help with that," he offers with a kind smile. Neither of you speak much outside of group settings, so this is somewhat refreshing. Namjoon seems friendly, and you know he's smart when he's not witnessing one of your fallouts with your boyfriend. "Can you help me with enzymology after?"

"Yeah, yeah, I was going to move onto that right after..."

Jungkook feels like he's invisible. It's like he's not sitting right next to you, although he's been here for the past what, three hours? Jealousy stirs in his heart and he's scowling and sulking in seat.

It's after Namjoon unzips his bag that he has to go to his dorm because his laptop charger's missing. Unlike you, he takes virtual notes, and he assures you he'll be right back before hurrying off. You are about to get back on track with your studies until Jungkook pokes your arm. "You are being very mean."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Why am I being ignored?"

You take in the sight of him looking so innocent and childlike with his arms crossed, brows knitted, and bottom lip jutting out even though you know he's doing it subconsciously. It's adorable, and he doesn't intimidate you with his tone in the slightest. "I'm sorry, you know how I get when it comes to–"

"You were fine with Namjoon!" he huffs.

"That's because it was related to the midterm," you explain with a grin.

"What if it was Taehyung?"

"I would tell him to leave."

"Yoongi?"

"I'd ask him to leave."

"And Jin–"

"Jungkook," you interrupt him with a laugh and shuffle closer to him. "I'm not comfortable with distractions around me, but I don't want you to leave."

"Then why didn't you so much as glance at me?"

You take it upon yourself to free his arms and hold his hands so you can intertwine your fingers. "Baby..."

His knees feel weak even though he's not standing. That's how much you've deprived him of your affection; he's lighting up at a mere pet name, though he tries to hide your effect on him with a glare. "Don't baby me," he tightens your interlocked hands. "I've been trying to ask you out the whole fucking day."

"I'm so sorry," you mirror his pout.

"No. I want date night. Tonight."

Even his commands sound out of place. To think such a bulky guy with a sleeve of tattoos, brow piercings and chunky boots is sitting here, ordering you to take him out because he's feeling neglected despite spending every minute together.

You want to say yes, but you have to prepare another set of flashcards for tomorrow later tonight.

Thankfully, Namjoon walks in on you before you can say anything. He's holding the white cables by wrapping it around his hand. "Hey," he says, out of breath before looking for an outlet under the table. When Jungkook notices you slipping back into your manic study mode, he forces you to look at him by harshly gripping your cheeks.

"Please," he pleads, and his gaze is so soft, but the fingers digging into your cheeks make them squish because of his desperation. "I need attention."

"I-I need to study–"

"Pay attention to me," he whines quietly. "You don't want to make me sad, do you?"

Now he's playing dirty. It's not his fault; you weren't budging, so what was he supposed to do? Enable your unhealthy studying methods? He drops his hand from your face and instead clings onto your waist, bringing you to an embrace and forcing you into a close proximity. You like his cologne, he knows you do, and maybe it'll work in his favor today. He needs it to.

All you do is coo and soothingly rub his cheek, thumb running over a permanent scar as you get lost in his eyes. But it's all an act, he realizes, when you still say, "No."

"Why are you so mean to me?!" he instantly argues. Neither of you notice Namjoon standing awkwardly with his charger in hand. "You can't just come into my life, make me feel special, and then Biochemistry!"

"Yes, I can," you calmly challenge and stifle your giggle. "We can go out this weekend, but now, I'm busy and you should go to your night lecture."

"Saturday. If you go out with me on Saturday, I'll go."

"Fine."

"And Namjoon," Jungkook turns to his friend, "the outlet is right next to you, dumbass."

"Oh."

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