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Hail Mary- Jeon Jungkook (3)

Warnings: Smut, Drug and Alcohol use, Violence

Word count: 3k

Genre: Smut, Angst

Rating: M

↳ Impending death is the only sign of life I'm throwing Hail Marys 'til I die || brockhampton

notes: church girl falls for juvenile delinquent basically // song: new orleans - brockhampton

Once I stepped through my front doorstep, I immediately wished that I could've stepped back. It was fair to say that my parents didn’t take my whole school situation so well, and arriving home an hour and a half late didn’t help me in this case. I really wasn’t paying attention to what my mother was telling me or to the stern glare I was reiceving from my father, but I politely nodded along and repeated my apology. Apparently, my apology wasn’t anything close to enough, so I was to stay home for the rest of the month- other than leaving to school, of course.

My parents make it out to seem as if I have a significant social life. I really don’t do that much besides hangout with Jae-Hee. Once, when we hung out, her older brother followed along and sat at a different table from us, it was pretty awkward.

I don’t care about my limits being restricted all that much. My mother rants and raves to my dad as I make myself up the stairs and into my room. There was no point in staying there for much longer and to be totally honest, I’d been listening to it for the last twenty-three minuets. I’ve been so tired of hearing the whole: “why can’t you be like your cousins?” “Why are you so disappointing?” “Why do you have to make me so stressed?”

I mean what kind of questions even are those, and how was I even meant to answer them? I figure that silence is the only way to solve this issue since opening my mouth would compell my mother to respond. I can’t be bothered by the constant pressure and moaning.

Of course, I love my family more than words can describe, but when they’re like this- I’m not entirely sure. I try talking about it with Jae-Hee but I don’t think she understands. I’ve even tried talking about it with my cat, but he didn’t help too much.

As a scrolled through my phone, on my bed I remembered Jungkook’s offer from earlier. There was no way in hell my mum would let me leave them house, but I felt like escaping. I don’t really know this guy, and for all I know, he could be a serial killer or something. He just seemed to actually listen to the depths of my words when I spoke them.

I wanted to know the weird little things about him. Does he have any brothers or sisters? How’d he get his nose ring? But what I was really curious about was what kind if music he was into and what he did in his spare time.

But at the same time, I didn’t want to know any of it. What use did I need for this information? What do I even gain? I literally just met him outside a church while he was was recovering from a hangover. Surely, that didn’t imply good things about him. But, he just seemed so chill and interesting. It made me wonder about him, about why he caught his house on fire and why he punched that window. These little things seemed to leave big questions floating in my mind.

Three hours, I’ve spent laying in the same position on my bed, watching the sky turn darker and darker. Now the moon was peaking out from behind the clouds. It was giving me the creeps a little. I almost decided not to walk two minuets around the corner and to the park, where I hoped Jungkook was waiting.

I wasn’t exactly sure why I was so eager to meet him, I wasn’t sure how I was going to leave the house either. If any guy invited me to the park in the middle of the night, I might have called the cops.

It was now eight, I figured out a way to sneak out, it seemed stupid and I felt guilty, but this was the only way I could go through with this without my parents getting even more angry with me. I grabbed a jacket from my closet, a present my grandmother had gifted me. It wasn’t fashionable to say the least, but it was the warmest thing I had. I just hoped he was actually there.

I quickly combed through my hair, although not knowing why I’m dressing to impress. Or maybe I did in the back of my mind, and didn’t want to admit it.

I panicked a bit before making my way cautiously down the stairs, earning confused looks from both of my parents as I reached the bottom, clearly oblivious as to why I was dressed in a coat with my shoes on.

“And you’re off to..?” My mum questioned me.

I stopped and thought for a second, deciding wheather or not I still wanted to go through with this. How would this all turn out anyway?

“I’m going to the youth meeting at the church, you know, maybe I can finally meet Seokjin and people there,” I winced while wondering if it was convincing, I know it didn’t sound convincing to me.

“I thought you said didn’t want to go to that.” My father challenged.

“I guess you could say I changed my mind.” I shrugged, turning away from him and to my mother.

“Right,” She spoke, “Well, I’ll drive you there, I’m not having you walk around alone at this time of night. It’s when all the junkies come out.”

My mum stood up and grabbed her coat off the coatrack. I wasn’t sure how well this would work ,I just knew somehow that it would. I felt guilty already for lying and I was confused as to why I was going so far just to meet up with some stranger. Jesus, I didn’t even know how old this guy was.

“(Y/n),” my mum said as she put on her leather gloves. “Next time, you need to tell me earlier. I mean I’m glad you’ve decided to go, but please don’t leave it this late, I’m tired.”

“Well, sorry.” I murmured, not wanting to say too much, anxious that I’d sound suspicious.

She dropped me off at the church, my mum being my mum, decided to walk me inside, meaning it would be a lot more difficult to escape now. When I walked in, there were around 3 or 4 kids my age in a circle talking amongst themselves. They smiled when I walked in, probably confused to what I was doing here since I’d lied and said I had piano on Mondays.

I walked over to the group, they were discussing geometry, and to be honest I wanted to shoot myself. That’s probably a sin or something to say, but they can’t read my thoughts, right?

“So, (Y/n), it’s nice of you to join us.” Seokjin turned to me and nodded. He had black hair and was wearing a suit way too fancy for church. He was attractive and sweet, just...too much. I glanced at my watch, it read 8:30.

“Look, ummm”. I whispered. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.” Seokjin grinned, which made me slightly uncomfortable.

“Just cover for me.” I spoke and rose from my seat, swinging my bag over my shoulder in the process.

“For...?” He questioned.

“Please, we go on a date our parents always talk about, okay?” I tried to seem genuine.

Seokjin nodded in agreement and I knew for a fact he was not an easy person to fool, he was always cheerful and I sort of felt bad taking advantage of him and not even giving him a proper explanation.

Walking in the cold dead of night was frightful and something I have ever done or planned on doing. The dark of a dog or a street light flickering was enough to make me flinch. It was October and the moon was still creepily peaking out from behind some clouds.

But after a few minuets of walking two blocks, I’d finally made it to the quiet park which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. From a far, I couldn’t tell if Jungkook was waiting there, but as I got closer his feature became clearer. He was dressed in all black, and oddly wasn’t smoking, just swinging back and forth.

He looked up from the ground and noticed me, attempting to hide his smirk as I sat down on a swing beside him.

“I have to be honest,” he breathed “i wasn’t sure you’d come,”

“Neither was I,” I scoffed. “but my parents think I’m at a church meeting so, shhhh.”

“Woah, two bad things in one day? That’s unexpected.” He joked, although I could see why he was taken back by it, as for I was too.

I studied him for a moment, playing with his black nose ring, looking like he could easily rip it out, his hair was absent of a beanie this time, looking messy but neat at the same time; his hands wrapped around the chain of the swing as he pumped his legs back and forth.

“So I’m that cool that you decided to lie to your parents?” He smirked, quickly attempting to hide it. “I’m beyond flattered.”

“Well, don’t be.” I said with a quirky grin. “Any excuse to get out of that house.”

It was definitely true. Perhaps, that’s the reason I did take Jungkook’s offer, because anything to get away from the silence and little company from people other than family and people from church.

“What’s wrong with being religious?” Jungkook jokingly irked. “Don’t you like holding hands and singing Amazing Grace?”

“That’s funny.” I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic remark, although I have been there and done that. I could still see him smiling in the corner of my eye and it caused me to let out a little giggle too.

“So like...this is the worst thing you’ve ever done (y/n)?”

“What do you mean?” I laughed at the way he’d said my name at the end and I don’t know why. It’s the way he tries to say it in a perfect accent. It’s sort of cute but annoying.

“Well I’m guessing you don’t drink, or smoke or...even curse.” Jungkook thought aloud. “The worst thing I can imagine you doing is wearing mismatched socks or something.”

“Maybe you’re true about that one.” I surrendered.

He chuckled, apparently finding amusement from my innocent nature.

“Well fine. How about you?” I fixed my posture, feeling confident.

Jungkook rolled his head back, exposing his adams apple. I couldn’t help but find his somewhat attractive. I really liked his entire vibe when I obviously shouldn’t. He glanced over at me, swiping his tongue against his lip. I swear it made my heart beat faster.

“Well once I crashed my car into the kitchen, that was kinda funny.” He turned to watch my reaction.

“You did? What?” I gasped, suddenly interested in this whole story.

“I don’t know, I think that Hobi and I had a bit too much to drink, I was driving home one night and I crashed I guess.” He shrugged as if it was nothing.

“If I ever did that-“

“But you wouldn’t.” Jungkook interrupted, the grin not yet wiping off his face. “Let’s not even imagine you would, because you wouldn’t. I mean, have you sworn before?”

I looked at him with disbelief. Was I really that transparent? Why does he even want anything to do with me? Perhaps, he was making fun of me, although I was too oblivious to determine what’s going on in his mind.

“No.” I mumbled kind of shocked that I had never. But who would I curse at? My parents??

“I see. Say fuck.”

“What? No.” I scoffed.

“Just say fuck, what, is god going to judge you?”

“Maybe he will.” I protested by crossing my arms. I couldn’t be bothered with cursing, I just liked seeing the reaction I got out of him.

“Well maybe I will judge you if you don’t say it”!

“Fuck.”

“How does that feel? Are you going to cry? Tell your mother?.” He continued to tease.

I shook my head and laughed it off, although it was pretty embarrassing he generally thought that about me.

“Don’t tease me! I barley know you, not even your last name!” I pointed out, pretty curious as to what it was.

“Why? Are you going to stalk me or something?”

“It’s Jeon. Yourself?”

Jeon Jungkook. I repeated in my head. Well it certainly does have a ring to it.

“(L/N).”

“(F/N) (L/N).” Jungkook said slowly stringing it out. “I don’t like your name. It makes you seem boring, plain.”

“Maybe I am.” I shrugged.

“Well maybe you are,” He agreed, “But that’s only because with a name like yours you don’t have much of a choice.”

I laughed at his word although they were slightly insulting. How’d he manage to make me smile so much in one night? I wasn’t an easy person to impress, I usually did the impressing, but it didn’t seem that way with him.

“How old are you?” I asked since we were asking basic questions now. As I spoke, Jungkook pulled out a cigarette from the box, which was now empty and threw it onto the ground. He lit it before putting it between his lips and inhaling.

“I’m eighteen, you?”

“Seventeen,”

“Seventeen is the perfect age, right?” Luke spoke slowly. “Not the naive sixteen year old, yet not the expected to be mature eightteen year old. Just in between.”

I liked how he looked at it, although it wasn’t as if I knew. I’m pretty sure I was stuck being the naive all my life, but when I was with Jungkook, I didn’t want to be and I felt as if I had something to prove to him.”

“How come you decided to come out here?” I pondered our loud. “ I mean don’t you miss your family?”

Luke stares for a few seconds as if he was deeply thinking of his answer.

“I’m an open book, babe.” He finally spoke after puffing out a cloud of smoke.

I let a grin creep onto my lips. “Good thing I passed literature class.”

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