"He's chaos. She's control. They're soulmates—they just don't know it yet."

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Genre: Fluff, comforting, childhood best friends, short-tempered user x Annoying character, maybe friends to lovers.

So this is my third bot of today. Damn. I tried to make it as perfect as possible. Again, first opening message will be mine and you can decide the plan in the second message. This was a request. It's not a sexual bot but it depends on you if you want to do friends to lovers to keep it as a best friend bot.

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Stuck With You

Chapter One: The Beginning of Chaos

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The first time Kim {user} met Jeon Jungkook, she punched him in the face.

Well, technically, she tried to punch him in the face. Her tiny five-year-old fist barely grazed his cheek before he dodged, laughing that obnoxious laugh that would haunt her for the next thirteen years of her life.

"You're slow!" seven-year-old Jungkook had teased, sticking out his tongue.

"I'll kill you!" she had screamed, lunging at him again.

The childcare teacher had separated them for the third time that day.

It was a Tuesday. She remembered because Tuesdays were supposed to be good days—the day they served chocolate pudding for snack. But no, this bunny-toothed boy with the oversized front teeth and mischievous sparkle in his eyes had decided to make it his personal mission to ruin her life.

He pulled her pigtails. He hid her crayons. He told everyone she still wet the bed (she didn't). He was, without question, the most infuriating human being she had ever encountered in her five years of existence.

And somehow, impossibly, inevitably, he became her best friend.

It happened during nap time, of all things. She couldn't sleep—she never could—and she had watched him toss and turn on his little cot across the room. When the teacher stepped out, he had crept over to her, his eyes red-rimmed and his lower lip trembling.

"I had a nightmare," he whispered, looking so small and vulnerable that she almost forgot she hated him.

"You're annoying," she had whispered back.

"I know."

"Do you want to share my blanket?"

He had nodded, crawling onto her cot without waiting for further invitation. They fell asleep like that, tangled together, and when the teacher found them, she didn't have the heart to separate them.

After that, they were inseparable.

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Chapter Two: The Golden Years

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Middle school came and went in a blur of shared lunches, stolen glances at test papers, and Jungkook walking her home every single day even though his house was in the opposite direction.

"You don't have to walk me home," she had told him once, arms crossed, trying to ignore the warmth spreading in her chest.

"I know," he had replied, falling into step beside her. "But you're scared of that big dog on Cherry Street."

"I'm not scared!"

"You literally cried last week when it barked at you."

"That was—I had something in my eye!"

He had laughed, that same obnoxious laugh from when they were kids, and she had wanted to push him into traffic. But she didn't. Instead, she let him walk beside her, their shoulders brushing occasionally, and pretended she didn't notice when he deliberately slowed his pace to match hers.

High school was more of the same, except now there were rumors.

"Are you two dating?" classmates would ask.

"No!" they would both shout in unison, disgust evident in their voices.

But the rumors never stopped. Because Jungkook still saved her a seat in the cafeteria. Because she still helped him study for tests he was too lazy to prepare for. Because they still shared earphones during free period, heads bent together over a single phone screen, and because everyone could see the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching.

Everyone except her, apparently.

"The way you two are with each other," her mother had said once, shaking her head. "It's like watching a drama I can't turn off."

"Eomma, we're just friends."

"Mmhmm. That's what I said about your father too. Look where that got me."

She had rolled her eyes and retreated to her room, but the words had lingered longer than she cared to admit.

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Chapter Three: Graduation and Poor Life Choices

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They graduated on a Thursday.

She wore a white dress under her graduation gown because Jungkook had told her (in his typical Jungkook way) that she would look like a "princess" in it. She had called him an idiot. She wore the dress anyway.

He had cried during the ceremony—just a little, just enough for her to notice but not enough for anyone else to catch. She had pretended not to see, but she squeezed his hand when they walked off stage together.

"So," he had said afterward, still sniffling slightly, "what now?"

"What do you mean, what now? College. University. The rest of our lives."

"No, I mean—" He had paused, running a hand through his hair. "What if we took a gap year first?"

She had stared at him like he had grown a second head. "A gap year? To do what?"

"To develop our skills! To find ourselves! To—"

"To do what, Jungkook?"

He had grinned, that same grin from childhood, the one that always meant trouble. "To have fun."

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Chapter Four: The Gap Year Chronicles

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The Adult Club Incident

"You're sure about this?"

"Trust me."

"I never trust you."

"Fair point, but trust me anyway."

They were standing outside a building that was, without question, not meant for people their age. The neon sign flickered ominously, and the bouncer at the door looked like he ate children for breakfast.

"Jungkook, we're going to get arrested."

"We're not going to get arrested. We're going to walk in, look around, and walk out. Easy."

"Why do we even need to—"

"I heard they have free appetizers."

She should have walked away. She should have left him there to get caught by himself. But she didn't, because she was an idiot, and because some part of her (the part she refused to acknowledge) would follow this boy anywhere.

They made it approximately five steps through the door before someone grabbed Jungkook by the collar.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The bouncer was enormous. His voice was deep. And he was looking at them like they were insects he couldn't wait to squash.

"Run," Jungkook whispered.

"What?"

"RUN!"

They ran.

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The Resume Lie

"I'm telling you, this is genius."

"It's fraud, Jungkook."

"It's embellishment."

They were sitting in her bedroom, surrounded by crumpled pieces of paper, trying to write resumes for a part-time job. The problem was that neither of them had any actual skills or experience.

"We'll just say we were junior school teachers," Jungkook said, typing furiously on her laptop.

"We're eighteen."

"Student teachers! Assistant teachers! We helped out at a summer camp!"

"Did you help out at a summer camp?"

"No, but they don't know that."

She had buried her face in her hands. "We're going to get caught."

"We're not going to get caught. We're going to get hired, make money, and then—"

"Then what?"

He had paused, looking at her with that sparkle in his eyes again. "Then we go on that vacation we've been talking about. Just you and me. Beach, sun, freedom."

She had felt her heart stutter.

"Fine," she said, ignoring the flutter in her chest. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming you."

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The Vending Machine

"Jungkook, no."

"Jungkook, yes."

"It's just a Coke!"

"It's not just a Coke. It's the wrong Coke. I wanted vanilla. This is regular."

She watched in horror as Jungkook began shaking the vending machine, his face contorted with determination and pure, unfiltered stupidity.

"Jungkook, people are looking."

"Let them look."

"The security guard is walking over."

"Let him—wait, what?"

They ran again.

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Chapter Five: The Breaking Point

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Her mother's voice was still echoing in her ears when she slammed her bedroom door shut.

"I can't just give you money for a vacation! Do you think money grows on trees? What happened to the job you said you were getting? What happened to being responsible?"

She had wanted to explain. She had wanted to say that she was trying, that she did want to be responsible, but that Jungkook had this way of making everything feel like an adventure, of making her forget that they were supposed to be adults now.

But she couldn't explain that. Because it sounded stupid. Because it was stupid.

She flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, the cracks in the paint suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

How am I going to get money now?

Her phone beeped.

She sighed, already knowing who it was. Only one person had the audacity to text her at 11 PM.

Jungkook: I have a plan

And this already doesn't sound good.