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Jungkook BTS // Fluff

Soft voices and muffled laughter have filled your room for the past few hours. conversations about days and futures come to an end as yawns fill your mouth instead of words. but fighting off sleep for just another second is worth it for jungkook.

the moon acts as a nightlight combatting the total darkness of the room. it gives way for jungkook to see the droop of your eyes. he turns from his back to face you, his hands wrapping around your middle as he pulls you in closer. before he can, you place your hand on his chest and shake your head at him.

“what’s wrong?” he asks in confusion, moving back to search your face for the reason behind your sudden movements.

“you’re always the big spoon, i want to be the big spoon tonight.”

he blinks, looking at you face. Oh, she’s serious he thinks with a light chuckle to follow.

“but i’m bigger than you, it doesn’t really work like that babe.”

you huff, your lips pursing at his mockery. with determination, you haul your hand out in front of jungkook's face. all signs of sleep disappearing from your body, you had a war to win now.

“let’s play rock, paper scissors for it. if i win you have to be the little spoon tonight. if you win i’ll never ask you to be the little spoon ever again.”

jungkook’s eyebrows raise, intrigued, “oh really?”

“yup.”

he snickers, “sorry hun, but you’re going to lose. the rock, paper, scissor gods love me.” he boasts bringing his own fist up in front of yours.

“don’t worry,” you challenge “the rest of the gods love me and want me to be the big spoon tonight.”

with that jungkook’s mischievous smile appears across his face as he gears for battle.

“ready?” you ask and he nods, ready to win.

“rock, paper, scissors!”

the dust settles as the moonlight shines through the window illuminating the scene in front of it. when you both realize who won you explode in euphoria. you won. you actually won. you laugh in partial triumph and disbelief, but you pay no mind to it because your rock beat his scissors and you were spooning him tonight.

“turn around lover boy, you’re the little spoon tonight,” you prompt him with a circle of your finger to turn over.

he stays still in defiance. you grumble at his stubbornness but try your best to try to roll he over yourself. after multiple failed attempts you glare at him.

“don’t be a sore loser jungkook, just turn over,”

“best two out of three,” he deadpans. desperate to redeem himself as a rock, paper, scissors god and the big spoon in the relationship.

you sigh and roll your eyes. this kid you think, but you oblige.

“fine, but if i win again you’re rolling over. deal?”

“deal.”

rock. paper. scissors.

you both throw out the same paper sign and a breath escapes you both. the process repeats over and over again, the same signs thrown out from both of you again and again. but the battle can't end, not when the two of you were so determined to win.

rock.

paper.

scissors.

shoot. one paper and one scissors. this was it, this whole ordeal was

finally over. you’ve not only won another battle, but you have won the war. jungkook lays in front of you stunned at his second loss of the night but you laugh at his misfortune.

“well, well, a loser once again. now turn around jungkook, a deal’s a deal.”

he tries to look at you with puppy eyes, all his dignity gone in this last ditch effort to remain the big spoon. you smile softly but shake your head no. jungkook drops the puppy eyes. he lost and he knows it. a sigh escapes his lips and you smile in triumph.

“it’s okay, you can be the big spoon tomorrow,” you tease.

he huffs and pouts. “can i at least get a goodnight kiss before i turn around?”

you smile again and nod your head. he moves a little closer and you do the same. you meet him halfway as your lips mould together for a soft kiss. before he can try to mystify you any further with his kiss, you pull back and look at him expectedly.

“fine, fine, i’m turning,” he says, knowing he got caught.

he takes a look at you before quickly reaching over and pecking your lips one last time. as he flips to his other side he misses the flush of your cheeks at his little sneak attack. instead, he feels your reciprocation when you lay a kiss on his shoulder in thanks.

you snake your arms and legs through his and pull yourself closer to his back, your face nuzzled between his shoulders. he takes your hands to hold, interlocking your fingers and smiles to himself. maybe this isn’t as bad as i thought, he thinks, not daring to admit you were right out loud.

you both sink a little further into your bed as a yawn escapes from your lips. your victorious battles have tired you out. before your consciousness slips away for the night you give jungkook’s hands a little squeeze.

“thanks for letting me be the big spoon tonight.”

jungkook chuckles, “did i really have a choice?”

a tired giggle escapes into the back of his shoulder and you shake your head back and forth.

“hmm, i guess you didn’t,” you say allowing a beat of silence to follow, squeezing his hands again. “i love you jungkook, goodnight.”

he smiles to himself and transfers the squeeze of his heart to your hands.

“i love you too. goodnight.”