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( SPEAKING IN BODIES. )
The holidays have never meant much to you - less a promise of Christmas morning joy and more a reminder of all the things you’ve lost. Some would call you a grinch; others, just a plain old asshole. Jeon Jungkook would call you both. The more time you spend together, though, the more you thaw, melting beneath the sun that seems to sit right in the centre of his chest.
pairing. jjk x f!reader. genre + rating. mature. holiday!au. humour, fluff, angst, one (1) brief mention of bedroom activities. tags. jungkook being annoying, reader being equally annoying, referenced minor character death, super corny holiday-themed jokes. wc. 5.1k. beta reader. @hobi-gif, my forever queen, and @yeoldontknow, my saviour. graphic. @kookdiaries (ty!!).
a/n. this is a gift for the hoeliday well spent portion of the christmas in july collab hosted by the incredible @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo. please give every fic included a read because this is a wonderful idea and exactly what everyone needs during these hot summer months. ✨
November 25th. A day like any other.
For most people, at least. For you, it’s the day you’d signed your life away. A bit dramatic, perhaps, but true nonetheless. It’s exactly one month from Christmas, the same day your father had brought you into his office and levelled you with that stare of his - firm, unrelenting, the kind of look that left no room for debate.
(“Just take care of it,” he’d said, dismissive.
“Why me?” you’d shot back, exactly the petulant child he always claimed you to be.
He, more than anyone, should have known asking this of you was a recipe for trouble. But in true fashion, in the maddening way that only fathers could master, he’d brushed you off. Said something about taking one for the team before his assistant had shepherded you from the room.)
It bothers you even now, a week later, standing beneath the awning of the bus shelter, rolling luggage settled at your feet, down jacket pulled tight around your body. It’s colder than you’d anticipated and only because you’ve been standing there for far longer than you’d been prepared for, ends of your fingers touched by the cold, tip of your nose suffering the same treatment.
