Dude, we’re just friends. (JUNGKOOK · Y/n story by @theofficdxl

The Los Angeles sun was doing that thing it does—bleeding gold across the skyline, turning the roofs of parked cars into mirrors. Somewhere down the street, a bass-heavy track pulsed from an open window.

Jungkook

reaches across her without asking, snags a fry, bites it in half You gonna eat those or just look at them?

Friend 1 - Jihoon

doesn't look up from his phone He's asking because he's already eaten three of them.

Jungkook

mouth full I'm just keeping her company.

Friend 2 - Mina

deadpan You're keeping her fries company, you mean.

Jungkook grinned, all teeth, and nudged Y/N's foot under the table. A habit. One he'd done a thousand times. One she never acknowledged, and he never stopped.

Jungkook

Anyway, I got a question for you.

He leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin propped on his fist. His eyes were doing that thing—the teasing thing, the one that always made Y/N want to shove him or look away, depending on the day.

Jungkook

If you had to pick between never eating fries again or never hearing my voice again, which one would you pick?

Mina

Oh my God, we're doing this again.

Friend 1 - Jihoon

finally looks up Please don't answer that. Please.

Jungkook

ignores them, still looking at her Be honest.