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Sue Me

You walked out when he broke your heart. Words were left unsaid, thoughts pushed away, unanswered questions left unanswered— remember when he said there was no second chance? When you run into each other at the same place you first met, he’s hoping to change the past. You say: So sue me for being something you couldn’t forget.

Lawyer!AU, ex-lovers!AU + twist // angst, fluff, crack (?)

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook

Rating: T (swearing)

Warnings: swearing and sum horrible attempt at writing crack, maybe shitty character development idk i tried guys

Word Count: 2.5k-ish

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High school y/n got nothing on you now.

The cool silk fabric trails down your curves, tickling at your skin as you slowly guide your dress down, the hem meeting a teasing length mid-thigh. Gazing into the mirror, you take in the new you. Although you’ve had the same body, the same skin, the same curves and dips for twenty years, a new confidence blooms in your chest, radiating through your bigger, brighter smile. You grin easy now, dimples deep and eyes shining as you finally have the confidence to feel yourself.

It’s been a slow burn towards this state of mind, recalling the throbbing numb that came after walking away from your first love. You still remember the empty silence, the blatant lack of words the moment both of you walked away without a second glance back, without a falter in your steps. Too many nights after, you laid in bed overwhelmed by every single theoretical thought and what if.

What if you hadn’t walked away?

What if you made it work by changing?

What if you fought for a second chance?

But then you remembered his words, remembered that there was no second chance. And with that, you chose to walk away with your head held high and step over the hole in your heart, choosing to ignore the burning wetness in your eyes and the throbbing numb in your chest.

Taking a final look in the mirror, the silk is a burning cool underneath your fingertips, hugging your figure in all the right places, teasing at all the perfect spots. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and move to leave your apartment, resounding determination in your step to make the night worth while.

The music reverberates through the club, vibrations and bass pumping through your bloodstream as the neon lights illuminate your glistening skin. The club where you first met him. Going back, the feelings and memories wash over you as you clearly remember the night of your eighteenth birthday. Despite the good memory that mars the past, you instantly melt into the night, feeling high off of the music and the night lights, feeling yourself as a grin plays on your lips the entire night.

That is until you’re feeling yourself a little too much. As you move yourself to the music, your heel comes down on someone’s foot and your elbow collides with someone’s face.

“Shittt oh my god I am so sorry, are you okay??” genuine concern painted across your face as you immediately grab at the person whom you managed to assault twice. The person’s face is scrunched up in pain, a deep grimace settled into their features as they begin to follow the worried voice—

“Y/n?”

“Jungkook?”

Shit. Out of all people to run into at a club and of all people to accidentally attack, it had to be your boss. Coughing, you manage a sheepish smile as you correctly address him as Mr. Jeon and lead him to the bar to sit, your boss managing to limp along with you.

“Again I am so sorry Mr. Jeon, I didn’t notice you, I’m so sorry.”

He had never seen you outside the firm before, even more so he never would’ve expected to see you at a club. He found it funny how you were mumbling, at a loss for words clearly as you never had intended to hurt anyone, much less your boss. Jungkook managed the courtesy to offer you words of solace, rolling his foot and rubbing at the tender place where you had managed to strike him before.

“It’s okay y/n, stop worrying about it, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going either, it’s more so my fault than yours.” He flashed a genuine smile in hopes of comforting you, quick to notice the flush of rose that painted your cheeks.

—

You started working for Jungkook and the Jeon Firm your second year of undergrad, lucky enough to land a spot at one of the nation’s largest law firms as a legal intern. The fact that you had drowned yourself in work after the breakup really paid off since you were immediately hired to lend your skills and creativity as an extra person on staff, performing valuable work for the firm’s clients. You were placed under Jungkook, the Jeon family’s own youngest son and youngest lawyer at the firm who had made quite the reputation for himself considering so. You’ve been diligent and dedicated enough to secure your spot as the Jeon Jungkook’s intern.

—

Again remembering that you were at a nightclub, Jungkook asked if you wanted anything to drink, politely declining before stating that you had come by yourself so you were the only means of getting yourself home. Curious and albeit, surprised at the feat, he began light conversation, lifting your anxious nerves because of the fact that you still kept stealing glances at his now-bruised cheek.

Fighting back a smile, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how different you appeared. Rather than your usual high ponytail, tonight your hair is down and softly curled, pouring down over your shoulders in waves, your hand moving through your loose hair simply. You wear an easy expression, a content smile that somehow makes Jungkook feel at ease too. He notices your eyes also soften underneath the night glow instead of the sharp and determined gaze you don at work, your eyes glimmer with a new longing for the night to last. The dress and heels really accentuating your body that was always disguised by conservative business wear. Jungkook had never really noticed how unfairly pretty you were, not just your appearance but your poise and the way you emit rapture for the moment. He really was taken away by how pretty you looked tonight and he was just starting to acknowledge the stir in his chest that blossomed whenever you walked into his office or addressed him.

Other than cases and clients, you never had the chance of witnessing the alleged charm that Jungkook carried. You’ve only heard about it through quiet whispers at the firm and the gossip that lingers in the coffee shop below the office. As of now, you were able to experience it first hand as he made the air around you comfortable and lax, talking about anything and everything that had you rolling your eyes and cracking smiles with your boss.

As the night wore on and you remained talking to Jungkook for maybe an hour now? Two? You were interrupted by: “Y/n?”

As your gaze moves away from Jungkook— Fuck. Oh god. WHY?

A part of you knew that there was a possibility of this happening. A part of you swore to yourself that this would happen. A part of you saw this coming. But you ignored it and chose to indulge in yourself.

He was there. He was really fucking there.

“Hoseok, um hi,” managing a small, forced smile.

Your ex. Your first love. One and the same.

The quirky smile and delicate gaze that you once adored was now adorned by a devilish smirk, dangerous intentions behind the glimmer that his eyes now bore. Despite his arm held around a girl’s waist, pressing her in closer to his athletic build, his face reflected genuine surprise at the fact that you were really there right in front of him. However his initial reaction quickly dissolved and he wore on the fuckboy expression that he had tried so desperately to procure after you guys broke up. Now he bears it so naturally, so effortlessly that it physically pains you.

Sensing the unspoken tension, Jungkook introduces himself to Hoseok, rising from his seat to stand in between the two of you. You hadn’t realized your shoulders were so tense, your hands clenched in white-knuckle fists, until Jungkook brushed your wrist, a brief sign of assurance.

Hoseok’s eyes dart between you and Jungkook, adamantly curious about your relationship and a part of you wishes that there wouldn’t be any mention of your strictly professional relation. As if Jungkook read your thoughts, he introduces himself as a close friend, the tension now wavering between the two men as neither of them moved to shake hands.

“Well, you seem a bit busy and we were just leaving so it’s been nice Hoseok.” Jungkook stands, taking you with him as he turns to leave, grabbing your hand to ensure you follow.

“I’ll see you again y/n” Hoseok calls after you but unlike the last time, you do look back, you do spare a glance, and you do feel the regret burning in your heart.

After the encounter with your ex at the place you first met, you really had lost all motivation for making the most of your night. Although it was supposed to be your big comeback, at least in your own regard, you still felt defeated by the lingering thoughts. You were more than grateful for Jungkook’s ability to read the situation and interfere, otherwise you wouldn’t have known what to do, although it might’ve been something along the lines of breaking down in tears or having a dramatic outburst of pent up anger and careless thoughts. He announced to you that he would walk you to your car, chuckling at the fact that he himself felt the need to. Cute.

Because you were grateful to your boss as well as still majorly apologetic for assaulting him twice, you felt obligated to offer an explanation for the encounter with Hoseok. You detailed the very cliche yet sentimental start to your relationship, Hoseok being your first love in high school and for a while, it felt like it was the two of you against the world.

“Forever and always was his thing. I didn’t think much of it besides the fact that it was basically a promise, a commitment I guess, and a part of me will always think that I took it for granted.”

“He cheated on me for about three months before I caught on, with the one person that really made it the worse,” shaking your head in embarrassment as you recall the past. “My childhood best friend,” you laugh as you explain. “He had this twisted aspiration for fucking around but who knew it meant screwing your best friend.” As you steadily explained to Jungkook the mutual breakup, your choice in walking away yet succumbing to the doubts and unanswered questions, you told him that a part of you really wanted to go running back to Hoseok, wanting a second chance. “No second chance he said… I was devastated, like, like I owed him something and he didn’t even give me the opportunity to make it up to him. What a dumbass,” acknowledging yourself.

While you were telling Jungkook, he silently listened and recognized the fallout of a once-promising relationship. He nodded his head often, urging you to go on whenever you hesitated, feeling like you were being an annoyance. Yet Jungkook felt good, he felt comfortable hearing your talk about your personal life, especially to him. He wanted to say something but he really didn’t know exactly what to say so as you made your way into your car, he simply wished you a good night and thanked you for talking to him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then y/n,” sending you a final smile as he leaned into your car window, his stare lingering for a moment as he searched your face, looking for more words to say. Both of you forgetting the initial cause of your encounter concerning a sore foot and slightly bruised cheek, rather indulging in the last moments of your time together as you moved on into the later hours of the night.

For some reason, you felt a little more at ease as you drove home. As if finally telling someone about what had happened to your relationship with Hoseok really lifted deadweight off your chest, letting you breathe a little easier. Even after the shitty run in with your ex, you drove home smiling to yourself and you didn’t even know why.

Y/n! Please attend the Seoul High School Reunion Night! 7pm at the Grand Resort for reception, 11pm begins After Party at Club SeoulNite. RSVP.

Clutching the invite, your thoughts wager between wanting to go for yourself and not wanting to go for your sanity. After the night at the club, you’ve gone slightly insane over reliving the memories, good and bad. As much as you tried to convince yourself, your newfound conviction didn’t run as deep as the past that you had with him, the scars still throbbing with a dull pain.

“Y/n, do you need a day off?”

You’re quickly startled as you realize Jungkook had asked you a question, obviously inquiring about the invite. As he stood with you in the coffee shop underneath the office, ordering and then settling with you at a table near the window, he asked to see the invite. After sliding it towards him across the table, you watch as he picks it up and scan the paper, the edges of his mouth tugging upwards as he tries to play it off.

“Okay I’ll go with you. It’ll be fun.”

Despite the fact that you actually hadn’t asked him to be your plus one. Despite the fact that you actually hadn’t asked your boss to be your date. Your expression reflected the same sheer amount of shock and surprise and confusion that washed over your thoughts like a tidal wave, gaping mouth, wide eyes, and all. You quickly searched his face for any hint of sarcasm or major antics, yet all you could read was genuine interest and earnestness.

“Uh, what.”

“Obviously judging by your face while you stared at the invite for two straight minutes, you were debating on whether or not to attend which may or may not be completely motivated by your ex-douchebag boyfriend making a guaranteed appearance. So what I mean by is, I’ll be your date so you have a little boost of confidence in really showing off the new old you while managing to one up that asshole,” casting a defiant and smug look on his face when he finished.

You really couldn’t deny what your boss was saying because he basically summarized your thought process from the last five minutes. Except for the part where you take your boss as a date. Yet as you mulled over his proposition, your desire to finally be able to let go of Hoseok once and for all, to purge all the unanswered questions and mindless thoughts from your head overshadowed any conviction against the proposal.

As you carefully write a number two on the line besides the RSVP, you couldn’t help but wonder at what outcome was to be expected from this entire situation. A part of you was honestly terrified of what would happen, terrified of the consequences affecting more than you were ready to let be affected. Yet the other part of you wanted this, constantly reminding yourself that doing this would be doing one for yourself, realizing that letting yourself free was more important than any other thing in the world right now.

“Fuck it y/n. Hoseok can sue you for moving on. His sorry ass can sue you for doing everything right.”

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Helloooo everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this fic! I’ve been meaning to write this after I kept listening to Sabrina Carpenter’s new album, especially Sue Me,, obviously. The lyrics are pretty good so I kinda wrote this loosely based off of them so hopefully its not too bad. Lmk if you caught the plot twist and if I actually got you, ngl I was pretty impressed with myself. Like always drop me a message and thanks for reading xx

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