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numinousher · 17 days ago

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SHAKESPEARE WOULDN’T 𓇢𓆸 jungkook.

summary: jungkook falls in love with a girl in a club, not knowing it was secretly his best friend. though, he comes to confuse her with her own best friend and falls for the wrong person.

pairing: best friend!jungkook x f!reader

genre: best friends to lovers, angst to fluff, misunderstanding

word count: 14k

note: just watched 3d again and those outfits? ideas

“I love you so much, hun.”

You pushed Jungkook away rather playfully, rolling your eyes at his words. “Shut up.” At hearing you dragging out your words, Jungkook laughed a bit. “I just got you that smoothie you’ve been craving, calm down.”

“Can’t I appreciate you?” Jungkook questioned, raising an eyebrow your way as he took a sip of his drink and continued taking silly pictures of you in 0.5. You mentally cursed yourself for showing him that angle and dismissed his comment off with a wave of your hand. You snatched his phone away from his hands. It's your turn to take those silly pictures of him now. “Also, are you going to want me to pick you and the girls up?”

“If you want,” you simply answer with a small smile etched on your face. You sit down beside him on the couch of his apartment and hear him huff. “Though, we were going to leave together so don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I worry, that’s why I’m offering to pick you up,” he chuckled. He continued sipping on his smoothie, glancing between you and the movie playing in the background before passing you the drink. “You know I don’t like it when your friends make you drive when you drink.” He frowned, a scoff escaping his lips as he recounted how one of your friends acted when she was drunk. “I hate it even more when they’ve drunk and they drive you. It’s not safe for them. Not safe for you.”

You ignored the way your heart fluttered at his comment and patted his arm, the one littered with ink and fully exposed since he’s wearing a tight gym shirt. After all, he had asked you if you wanted to come over after his gym workout session and after he took a shower, leaving you waiting impatiently until he texted he was done. When you questioned the choice of clothing, he simply told you he loved wearing those type of shirts since they were comfortable.

“If it makes you feel better,” you started, picking on your nails as you gave him back his drink after taking a few sips, “we’ll order an Uber or something.”

“Or something.” He scoffed, muttering the same words you used as if not believing that you had the nerve to say those to him. He did not play around with your safety and you knew that. “I’ll pick you guys up.”

“If you’re not busy.” You smiled, your eyes lighting up when you saw Jungkook lift his arm up to invite you to sit next to him, his other hand picking up his ringing phone.

“Never busy for you,” he said nonchalantly as if his words didn’t cause your heart to beat even faster. He answered his phone before placing it on speaker. He continued to watch the movie without even glancing at who was on the other end. “Hello?”

“Hey! Wanna go to the club Saturday?” You automatically recognized the voice of Namjoon, considering the fact he and Jungkook stuck to the hip and if you weren’t calling him, Namjoon would. “Jimin is begging the group to go and since you’re not reading the texts, I’m calling you because he needs an answer.”

“I’m with Y/n, you know I don’t use my phone.” Namjoon quickly greeted you. “What club, though?” He patiently waited as Namjoon answered. “Oh!” He looked down at you. “Isn’t that the club you’re going to?” You nodded. “Yeah, I’m down to go. It’ll make it easier for me to keep an eye on Y/n.”

“Namjoon, please take him away,” you playfully whined into the phone, receiving a deep chuckle from the man on the other line. “He’s literally going to scare off the hoes.”

“Just don’t tell him what you’re wearing, Y/n,” Namjoon requested and though it was meant to be more of a joking matter, you agreed almost instantly.

Jungkook covered your mouth. “Don’t give her any ideas.” Namjoon laughed at hearing his tone. “She’s going to do that now thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome. But, I’ll hang up now. I just wanted to ask you that before Jimin went crazy.”

“It’s a good thing you did.”

“I’ll let you two get back to your movie. Bye, Y/n!”

“Bye, Joon!” You exclaimed now that Jungkook had taken his hand away from your mouth. Namjoon hung up and you snuggled up back to Jungkook’s side.

“I shouldn’t expect an outfit pic tomorrow, huh?” Jungkook sighed almost defeatedly. A giggle escaped your mouth and he groaned at seeing your head shaking. “Let’s see if I can find you.”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

“How’s Jungkook by the way?”

You rolled your eyes at hearing one of your girl best friends (and roommate), Da-hee, tease you with the name of the man she and the others knew you had a crush on. It wasn’t anything hidden and they all teased you that he might have some feelings for you with the way he looked at you and how he acted around you. If anything, you and Jungkook were too blind to see the others advances towards one another.

”Do not start,” you warned with a playful tone in your voice, hiding your smile as you grabbed the clothes, Sumi, your other friend, and Da-hee had chosen for you to wear. you. It was something your friends wanted to try—picking each other’s clothes—and even Da-hee’s outfit was handpicked by the two of you. She loved it. “He’s doing good. He might be going to the club we’re going to and he said he wants to give us all a ride home because he wants us safe.”

“In other words,” Da-hee started, leaning back against her hands on your bed, “he wants you to be safe.”

You stayed quiet and left to the bathroom to change. “Shut up.”

Da-hee and Sumi laughed before Da-hee stepped away to open the door of your apartment once she heard a bunch of scattered, hurried knocks. She opened it, expecting it to be your 3 other friends, but Jungkook stood there with his hands in the pockets of his oversized leather jacket. Of course.

“Is Y/n here?” He asked.

“She’s changing,” Da-hee answered. She arched a brow. “Do you want me to pass a message? Because she told me not to let you in so you couldn’t take a peek of her outfit.”

That sentence made Jungkook groan. He shook his head and pinched his nose with his ring-cladded fingers.

“I thought she would forget and not actually go with it,” he breathed out. He looked up at Da-hee who was watching him with amusement, something she usually did whenever he would come over. “Just tell her to call me when you guys are leaving. I’m giving you guys a ride back.”

“Aw, I’ll tell my best friend her bodyguard wants her safe,” Da-hee teased, her hand going up to rest above the place where her heart resided in. She was mocking him and he knew, because it was obvious to everyone he was your best friend, and he disliked it when Da-hee took the title of being your best friend when it belonged to him.

“Shut up, Da-hee.” He scoffed and much like you, he developed your habit of rolling your eyes. He did it pretty often since you tend to do it too much. “Just tell her to text me when she gets there and please be careful with the Uber. I have her location on, yes, but be careful regardless.”

“Yes, sir,” Da-hee said, saluting to his requests.

He huffed and looked over her shoulder. He raised his hand and curtly nodded. “Hi, Sumi.”

“Hi, Jungkook.” Sumi waved back rather enthusiastically.

He then let his eyes travel down to meet Da-hee’s own. “My best friend.”

“That’s what you think, idiot.”

Very much like siblings, he flipped her off and left, clearly upset he wasn’t able to see you. She could only laugh at seeing his defeated expression.

Closing the door, she walked back to your room to see you looking at yourself in the mirror, checking to see if your outfit looked nice.

Watching you put on a new lip tint, you stood back to look at your friend. “Who was it?”

“Your boyfriend and bodyguard.” You rolled her eyes at her explanation, feeling Sumi walk past you to put on her own outfit. “He gave me that exact reaction when I called him the second name.” You slightly chuckled at her teasing and she continued with her sentence. “He just hoped to see a peek of the outfit you were wearing. Nice idea having us choose your outfit because, since Jungkook is always around, he’s seen every outfit you’ve worn.”

“I know, let’s see now how long it takes him to spot me,” you muttered, tilting your head to see if your lip tint escaped your lips. Thankfully, it didn’t.

“Girl, if he was in a room, blindfolded, with about 1000 other women, he would easily recognize you,” Da-hee said, leaning back against your bed. She placed a leg over the other, her heels softly clicking against one another. “Right, Sumi?”

“Right!” Sumi shouted her response from the bathroom.

You shook your head. “Are the girls coming soon?”

“Two of them are done with their auditions,” you nodded along Sumi’s words as she walked out of the bathroom with her gaze on her phone, “and Ye-ji is on her way. She said she just has to change into the outfit you two chose.”

“Aw, we’re going to look so pretty,” Da-hee dramatically sniffed, sitting up a bit to fix the skirt riding up her thighs. She hummed with satisfaction before remembering the words she was going to utter. “We’re going to go to their play next week, right?”

“Duh,” you scoffed out, making sure your purse had everything you needed. “You know I’m a sucker for a good Shakespeare play.”

“Pretty sure you’re in love with the guy or whatever,” Sumi commented, clearly talking about the way you had always fawned over the overly dramatic performances and poetry.

Thanks to your friends who had a love for theater, you were always there for them when they won awards, when they needed someone to criticize them, and when they needed an extra fill for practice. You were basically their dummy, but you loved aiding them through it all and being able to see the final results from the first row, so you didn’t mind helping them.

“I want someone to speak to me like how he made his characters speak to one another,” you breathed out in almost a dreamy-like manner. Sumi and Da-hee watched you. “My man Shakespeare wouldn’t do my love life like how it is right now.”

“He’s dead and he always made his plays end in such a tragedy but, surely, he wouldn’t do that to you,” Da-hee obviously teased as she watched you.

“Shut up,” you groan.

“And, do you really want the man to write you the most horrible tragedy that results in your death?” You eyed Da-hee on the mirror, ignoring the way she was laughing to herself. “I’m just teasing, Y/n, just don’t simp over a dead guy who made such sad pieces of work. For example, Romeo and Juliet. Those children died for each other.”

“Don’t remind me.”

At the end of your sentence, more knocks were heard from your front door as they became harsher and louder. You turned to give Da-hee a small annoyed look.

“Open the door for your annoying ass friends.”

Your roommate, though, could tell you were obviously playing around. It was annoying that your friends' hammered knocks got progressively worse as each second went by, but you liked knowing they joked around.

Da-hee hurried to open it and she came face to face with your three friends: So-yi, Minji, and Ye-ji.

“Sorry, did that annoy you?” Ye-ji jutted out her lip in a teasing matter, seeing the way Da-hee was giving them a stern look. “Also, I’m going to be coming over more often. Saw your neighbor and she’s so attractive.”

“Hell, no, leave her alone,” you piped in, letting your hands wander around your butt to make sure your pants fit right. You felt a rough patch on the left pocket, but ignored it in fear that as soon as you’d notice the design, you wouldn’t like it and wouldn’t like your outfit no more. “She’s a sweetheart and you’re rude.”

“Y/n, you’re literally my favorite out of everyone here,” Ye-ji said with a raise of a brow. You smiled and giggled, letting her know you just wanted her to say it. She rolled her eyes as you laughed “Whatever, I’m not afraid to show my love and affection.”

“Are you guys ready?” So-yi asked, leaning against the door frame of your front door, a hand propped on her hip, much like the title she was given by your group; mom.

“Yep, all done.”

Though, it took you guys around 15 minutes to leave the house due to the fact Sumi wanted to take pictures of everyone and Ye-ji went to get dressed because she stained her shirt with tomato. As soon as she came out of the room, though, you guys wasted more time when she wanted everyone to at least take a shot of alcohol of her choosing. It was a bad mistake trusting her taste because the drink she chose made you all scrunch your faces with disgust and made you all feel dizzy after a sec of downing it.

It was horrible

“So, how’s Jungkook?” Minji asked as you all got into So-yi’s car.

The other girls immediately started making sounds to tease you and you looked away, feeling your entire body heat up. You waved them off with your hand.

“He’s doing good.”

“Is he still being such boyfriend material?” Ye-ji questioned, chuckling to herself once she looked behind her to cast a look at you. “Don’t become shy, Y/n. The amount of nicknames he gives you don’t even make you blink.”

“Oh, yeah,” Da-hee agreed with a shake of her head. “‘I love you so much, hun’, ‘thank you for the food, angel’, and ‘if you’re cold, you can have my sweater, baby.’”

“No way he calls you baby!” Minji exclaimed, clearly shocked at the use of nickname. “No man ever calls you that unless he wants you for real.”

“Well, if he really wanted me, he would ask me out already,” you said. You groaned and dropped your head on the seat. “Do I not give him enough signs?”

“Jungkook literally got told by a friend of his that they like him and he said, and I quote: “I like you as my friend, too,” with a huge smile on his face,” Minji scoffed out, shaking her head at your guys’ friend. After all, Jungkook was one of the girls, though, they all knew you had a thing for him. Thankfully, none of you had the same taste in men. “We’ll see what happens tonight. Maybe good things!”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

Arriving at the club, all of you didn’t make line since the security allowed you to go in almost immediately. Since Ye-ji and Jungkook were so social, they made friends with the security in the front and even made friends with the manager of the place. They knew your faces since you all hung out.

You texted Jungkook that you arrived not so long ago and waited to see if he would find you.

Looking around, you tried spotting Jungkook and remembered it would be easier to spot him since he never strayed away from his usual friend group.

“He’s right there!” Da-hee yelled over the loud music booming off the walls. She gestured towards the group of men by the bar.

You let your squinted eyes get used to the colored lights blinding you and came to find Jungkook’s back facing you.

He looked down at his phone, most likely reading your message, and turned his head to the sides to see if he could spot you. He was drinking and his large jacket was close to enveloping his entire hand as he placed the cup on his lips. His eyes ran around and you made sure to turn around so he wouldn’t see your face. You were just happy your friends walked away to find a table so he wouldn’t automatically spot you all since you were together.

Your phone vibrated against your hand.

i can’t find you hun :(

You smiled and texted him back.

you hate meeee ;-;

You could see his shoulders moving up and down from the laughter escaping his mouth.

A text was immediately sent.

yk i love you more than anyone in this room

i will find you <3

You playfully rolled your eyes at his confidence.

sounds like a threat heh

Namjoon, who was standing next to him, glanced down at the phone in Jungkook’s hand.

will hug you so tight <333

“A simp, I’m telling you,” Da-hee gagged at reading the messages next to you. She looked at you underneath her lashes and scrunched her nose. “Get together already please.”

“Shut up.”

Clubbing was fun. You had your friends, you were drinking, dancing, whatever. It was fun. You loved having a blast with your friends, but you were missing Jungkook’s stare since he didn’t like it when anyone would make you uncomfortable. You weren’t even sure if he had even found you. You did see the amount of people close to the bar and did come to see Jungkook still there. He was talking with Namjoon.

“I like how you and Sumi are kind of matching,” Ye-ji chuckled, gesturing to the color matching clothes you and your other friend had on. You were wearing a pretty white top and denim jeans with such painful heels. Sumi was wearing the same.

You snorted.

“I was surprised!” You spoke loudly, making sure your friend heard you. “I like how we all look good, though!”

“Literally amazing!”

Laughing with Ye-ji, she accidentally bumped into you when a person bumped into her. You bumped into another person who, unluckily, had a drink in her hands.

“I’m so sorry!” The poor girl exclaimed, grabbing some napkins to give you so you could clean off the sticky beverage on your chest that was traveling down to your stomach. You cringed at the feeling.

“It’s okay,” you waved off the girl’s worries, also feeling your shirt cling onto your skin. It felt disgusting. “Don’t worry about it, it was my fault.”

The girl continued apologizing, but you left after making sure she knew you weren’t mad or anything.

Heading towards the bathroom with Da-hee and Ye-ji, they winced at seeing the way you tried separating the wet shirt from your skin. It was sticking to you and they could feel that sensation on them.

“Do me a favor,” you said, dabbing your chest with a wet napkin. Your friends hummed. “Can you go to Jungkook and ask him if he can let me borrow his jacket? The wet patch is turning red.”

“Yeah, I’ll go ask.”

Da-hee immediately left and she bee-lined her way towards the bar to tap Jungkook on the shoulder. He turned to look at her, expecting it to be you, but, much to his disappointment, it was just your roommate. He raised his eyebrows in question, finishing the drink he was sipping.

“What happened?” He asked, turning back around. “Is she okay?”

“No,” Da-hee simply answered with, just to build up unnecessary tension for her entertainment. He started looking around for you. He frowned and let his gaze wander back to her. “She needs your jacket.”

“Alright, let’s go,” he went to stand up, but Da-hee blocked his way with her hand reached out. He groaned to himself. He took off his jacket without question and he was now left bare with his black t-shirt that clung to him, much like yours did. But, your was wet and his wasn’t. “Is she okay, though?”

Da-hee nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry.” She nodded her head to Namjoon in greeting and immediately dashed back to you. She made her way towards the bathroom and didn’t even spare a glance at the other girls there before giving you the jacket.

Putting it on, the jacket engulfed you. The girls awed at the comparison, but you were more into the fact it reached the bottom of your butt. Of course Jungkook got a jacket bigger than his normal size.

“That’s so cute,” So-yi pouted, taking pictures of you at every possible angle. You let out a small “oh my god” and even tried covering your face with your new sweater paws.

Shaking your head out of embarrassment, you walked out and made sure Jungkook’s jacket was zipped up to hide the stain. Maybe it was your sign to go home.

“I think I’m gonna head out,” you huffed out in a defeated manner. Thankfully, all of you did have fun and drank enough so, you were thankful you had a fun time during the hours you were there.

“Aw, okay,” Ye-ji frowned, leaning over to you. “Do you have a ride?”

“Me.” You jumped at hearing the new voice and turned to see Jungkook standing there with a grin. “Girls.”

“Ew, that was so nasty,” Da-hee cringed at his use of words. Jungkook rolled his eyes. He turned to look down at you.

“What happened?” He asked with his brows furrowing together out of worry. You sighed.

“I bumped into some girl after someone bumped into Ye-ji and Ye-hi bumped into me. The girl had a large cup filled with a red drink so all of it spilled on me,” you answered, slightly moving around once you felt the sticky sensation come back. “Can you drop me off? The shirt is fucking annoying me.”

Jungkook nodded before he made sure he had his keys on him. “Yeah, let’s go.” He glanced at his jacket. “Do you want to wear my shirt if it’s uncomfortable?”

“Are you going to walk around shirtless?”

He chuckled. “I’ll wear my jacket.”

You thought about it before nodding. “Yeah, that’s fine then. Just go to the bathroom and tell Namjoon to give it to me so you don’t walk out shirtless.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to see your nips!” Da-hee exclaimed. She and Ye-ji snickered together as they watched you, and caught your friends up with what happened.

“Let’s go.”

After successfully changing shirts, you felt relieved at not feeling the stickiness of your wet shirt clinging onto you. You did feel a bit bad for Jungkook for having to wear his jacket over his bare skin, but he didn’t seem to mind.

You stepped out of the bathroom feeling comfortable now, but stopped in your tracks at coming to see Jungkook and Sumi talking. Out of your entire friend group, the two never talked. You didn’t seem to mind it, but Jungkook had said he usually doesn’t talk with Sumi because she seems very shy around him and he didn’t want to bother her. She never talked to him, either.

“Ready?” Jungkook questioned as soon as he saw you. You nodded.

“I’ll see you later, Sumi,” you said, waving goodbye to her before walking out with Jungkook.

He eyed you.

“My shirt is still so big on you,” Jungkook teased, leaning in a bit to fix your necklace tangling itself around your neck. You snorted.

“You stretched it out with your arms,” you teased back, thanking him after he opened the door for you to get in, his eyes briefly running around the parking lot to make sure no one was being weird. You hopped in and waited for him to buckle you because that’s what he liked doing; buckling your seat belt.

“These arms are the same arms you liked wrapping ribbons around after that little trend you saw,” he commented, closing the door. He walked to his side of the car and quickly got in so he could take off his jacket and change into one of his clean gym shirts. “Do not judge.”

“'I'm not saying anything,” you laughed out loud.

“Mhm, sure. I can literally hear your thoughts.”

Sitting in silence, your phone vibrated against your back pocket as Jungkook began his route to your house.

Grabbing it, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the teasing messages your friends sent not even 5 minutes later.

You texted back but you could feel a sudden energy in Jungkook that had you humming to yourself.

“What is it?” You asked without looking at him.

“What’s what?” He questioned.

You put your phone down and gave him a look. “Really?” He tried his hardest to give you an innocent expression, but you could see right through him. “C’mon spill.”

He softly cleared his throat.

“So, uh, Sumi.”

“What about her?” You asked and you dreaded to hear the rest. You knew what was coming. You weren’t dumb.

“Is she single?” There it was. “I mean, I just… I saw her dancing and she looked so pretty.”

“Really?” He nodded.

“Maybe, um, you can put in a good word for me?” He seemed nervous and you wished you could say no, but that would just be so selfish and rude on your part. “I know it seems so unfair of me to ask because I don’t want you to think I’m using you at all. It’s not like that. I became your friend because I liked you and I still do.”

You gulped and now it was your turn to clear your throat. You plastered on a smile.

“Of course I’ll put in a good word for you,” you said, watching him smile rather widely, his gaze straight ahead since he was driving. “Where did this come from?”

“I just saw her dancing and her energy just attracted me,” Jungkook explained and you wish you hadn’t asked. “When she turned around, I was shocked to see it was her. She’s always so quiet.”

“I’ll help you out tomorrow, yeah?” You asked. He nodded. “We’re going to hang out more tomorrow so I’ll be happy to talk with her.”

“I love you so much, hun.”

“So he’s attracted to Sumi?”

“Yeah,” you replied, sprawled out on your bed to tell Ye-ji and the rest of the girls what happened. Sumi was working last minute and as soon as she left, you wanted to ask the girls their opinion before asking Sumi to go out with Jungkook. Da-hee was working, too, but you made a mental note to let her know what had happened so she wouldn’t be left out.

“What the hell?” Ye-ji breathed out, clearly shocked, too, on your behalf. “Surely Sumi would deny him since she knows you like him.”

“That’s so mean, though,” you frowned, sitting up on your bed to lean against the stuffed animals Jungkook had bought you. You placed one on your lap to fidget with. “I can’t step in because I liked him first.”

So-yi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just don’t like it, Y/n. We were all sure he liked you! He calls you pet names, he spoils you, let’s you bite him for God’s sake, and there’s so much more.”

“Yeah!” Minji exclaimed, piping in to the conversation to add onto it. She glanced at your friends. “The club! Remember how he, without hesitation, took off his shirt for you to wear.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Ye-ji enthusiastically nodded. “Da-hee was freaking out because he was so worried about you when she went to go ask him for his sweater.”

“I just don’t get it.”

They all grumbled their agreements to that statement, staring at you with pity since you looked like you were on the verge of tears.

“Honeys, I’m home!” Da-hee shouted as soon as she unlocked the front door. You groaned in acknowledgment as you face planted on your bed again. “Also, Sumi is here. I saw her walking here so I drove her.”

“In Y/n’s room!” So-yi yelled back, watching your movements.

You immediately sat up and smiled at your friends, fixing your hair as best as you could so they didn’t have an idea as to what you were doing.

“Ooh, a little party here,” Da-hee sang, making her way to your beanbag to get comfortable on. She immediately snuggled up onto it and grabbed the fluffy weighted blanket you knew to keep there for her and others. “Deserve this nap.”

As Da-hee lulled herself to sleep, you and the others made sure to quiet down because as much as Da-hee loved the chatter of her dear friends, you didn’t want to wake her up.

Minji, So-yi, and Ye-ji kept themselves busy with choosing a movie on the streaming devices you all simultaneously paid. They bickered and they bickered and you saw Sumi make her way towards the kitchen to grab a drink. Taking it as the perfect opportunity to talk with her, you inhaled and exhaled, and followed after her.

You cleared your throat before speaking up. “Sumi, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course! What’s up?”

Sumi leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at you over the rim of the cup she was drinking from. You puffed your cheeks before sending her a smile.

“Uh, hey, so… I want to set you up with Jungkook,” you slipped out, knowing that Jungkook only wanted her to hear good things from him. Though, you knew she already knew everything about him considering he was always there. “Is that fine?”

She frowned but slowly nodded. “Sure, that’s fine by me.” She let out a small chuckle under her breath. “I’m surprised, though. He never seemed interested.”

You awkwardly chuckled a bit. “Yeah, that’s just the type of person he is.”

“Are you playing matchmaker now?” She teased, bumping her shoulder against yours, and you noticed this is the longest she’s spoken to you because although she was close with your group, she was always the one who likes watching everyone instead of speaking.

“You could say that.”

“I’m down.”

“Great, I’ll let you know the details!”

Walking off to your room to retrieve your phone, Da-hee, who was wide awake and watching you two, looked at you with a confused expression.

“You set her up with Jungkook?” She questioned with an incredulous tone that was toned down to not alert the girl you were just converging with. “But, girl, he’s your man!”

You sadly smiled and shook your head, dismissing her words. “He asked me to put in a good word. Just trying to help my friend.”

“And she didn’t say no?” Da-hee asked. You hummed a “no” under your breath and immediately opened your phone to text your best friend. “Always knew she liked him.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Da-hee,” you snorted, sending her a small glare under your lashes. She shrugged away your scolding and stretched.

got u a date with sumi

Not even a second later, Jungkook read your message.

wth?! really? ugh this is why you’re the best fr

“You told her?” Ye-ji immediately came into your room, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one else (Sumi) was listening. She quieted down. “She’s bragging about it to us! This is not very “girl’s girl” of her.”

“Jungkook is not mine,” you dismissed her.

“Yeah, but we all know that you like him,” Ye-ji said with a frown. “It’s not that he’s not yours, Y/n. You like him and Sumi knows that.”

“Yeah but Jungkook doesn’t know that,” you breathed out and they could see the obvious pain in your face at Jungkook confirming that your feelings are not reciprocated. “I’ll probably just move on. Maybe try to go on dates again.”

Your friends couldn’t help but feel bad for you. Hopefully Sumi didn’t brag about what happened afterwards to you.

“So, you were nice enough to do this for me,” Jungkook smiled as you sat on his couch for your movie night. He reached for his back pocket and you saw the way his fingers grabbed onto his card, eyes briefly meeting the Polaroid picture he had there of the two of you with your cheeks mushed together. “Whatever you want on Amazon.”

You snorted. “You know I can never say ‘no’ to spending money. Specifically yours.”

“I spoil you too much,” he chuckled under his breath, his slippers shuffling around the house to pick up some things he didn’t want to pick up. He knew you being there meant to clean up because you always gave him that look his mom approved of at coming to see clothes scattered on the floor. “We’ll go to the mall sometime this week so you can get some clothes, too. The season is changing.”

“Ugh, the humidity is killing me, I’m so ready for the cold,” you grumbled under your breath, appreciating the fact Jungkook’s apartment had A/C. “Just so you know, I’m taking your sweaters.”

“I figured,” Jungkook scoffed out, sending you a look. “I bought more since someone here likes stealing them and I’m left with none.”

“Don’t blame me.”

“I am.”

Dismissing his words, you thought back on Sumi and his attraction to her. So you cleared your throat and fixed your comfortable position to hide your true feelings.

“So, Sumi…” You started.

His slippers shuffling on the floor stopped before he continued cleaning. “I know, I know. It was sudden but, she looked so pretty dancing and I’m sure you saw but, she was wearing these jeans with a butterfly embroidered on the back of them with a white top. I looked away for a sec to give Da-hee my sweater for you and Sumi had turned around by that time so I could see her face.”

“So you saw her back first and that attracted you in the beginning?” Jungkook’s coughed a little, his finger softly brushing against the tip of his nose out of embarrassment. “Oh, Kook, your deprived ass.”

“Shut up,” he hissed out, playfully slapping your knee once he came to sit next to you. You slightly giggled at the same time he turned serious. “It’s just a bit nerve wracking to date other people because I know some girls don’t like it when their boyfriend has a girl best friend.”

“Oh, yeah,” you breathed out. You sighed and shrugged with a small smile. “I will respect your girlfriend if they don’t want me in the picture and I hope you do, too. So, if Sumi asks, no more nicknames, no more giving me your card to buy things, and no more prioritizing me first.”

He frowned.

Slowly letting his back come in contact with the couch’s cushions, he took a sip of his drink. “I just can’t imagine my life without you.”

“You’ll be fine, Jungkook.”

“Oh, God. What about my date with Sumi, hun?” You could see he was freaking out now. “I’m over here talking about something that isn’t going to happen for a while because she’s not even my girlfriend. I completely forgot my date with Sumi is tomorrow.” His chest started heaving up and down and you immediately leaned in to calm him down. “She’s going to hate me, huh?”

“Jungkook.”

“She will hate me.”

“Jungkook.”

“You can sit by a table and spy on us while giving me some conversation starters.”

“Jungkook.”

“Bam is going with you by the way. He misses you and he’s basically your son, so you’re dogsitting.”

He continued to ramble and with a roll of your eyes, you grabbed his shoulders to make him sit still and to look at you. He stopped his rambling and you sent him a small, reassuring smile.

“You got this,” you tried to encourage him, making sure he could see how serious you sounded and were. He kept eye contact with you. “You’re stressing so much over something like this when you’re such a good and kind person. Let’s not forget very funny, too.”

“Okay, okay, that was too far,” he chuckled, shaking his head at your words. Snickering, you sat back down beside him, continuing to watch the movie. “You would never call me funny.”

“You’re right,” you breathed out rather dramatically, stretching out your legs. “I can’t call you something you obviously aren’t.”

“You are such an ass,” he gritted out, his hands meeting your sides to tickle you. Having seen that coming, you had grabbed a pillow to slap him with. “Ow!”

“Don’t tickle me, asshole,” you said, slapping him again. “Now watch the movie or else I’m going to ask for your Spotify premium.”

Snorting, he shrugged and passed you his phone. “Go ahead, you know my passwords.”

“I’m going to miss the streaming services you have,” you sadly sighed, grabbing your phone to log onto his Spotifyaccount. You had grabbed his phone, though, to make sure his password was the same. “Goodbye Hulu. Goodbye HBO Max. Goodbye Amazon Prime.”

“Okay, calm down, angel,” he said with a small laugh escaping his lips due to your dramatics. “You’ll live.”

”Whatever.”

He stayed quiet, but he couldn’t help but think about his date tomorrow. He frowned, fidgeting with his fingers. You noticed and placed a hand on top of his hands, your finger rubbing against his skin.

“I’m sure your date will be fine.”

And Jungkook wished you had been right.

It was Saturday, 8:41 PM, and Sumi had been 11 minutes late. Jungkook didn’t mind. He just disliked the fact she didn’t at least send him a small message to let him know.

She did come into the restaurant 4 minutes later after he checked his watch, walking as if she wasn’t late at all. But Jungkook felt bad for the reason of her lateness; her car had broken down.

He had assumed things would get better from then, but he was so wrong because he felt nothing with Sumi. If anything, it was just awkward and Sumi didn’t try to make conversation, either, which he understood at first but now, the conversations were leading to nowhere.

“Um, I was surprised to see you at the club last weekend,” Jungkook said with a small smile, hoping to reassure her. She smiled back and took a sip of her drink before answering.

“Yeah, Y/n and Da-hee convinced me so I took a chance,” she honestly replied, but she went back to staying quiet shortly after again. Jungkook quietly sighed under his breath. Was this a recurrent thing?

He pursed his lips and seeing that Sumi was subtly using her phone, he took out his phone under the table to text you.

hey hun, is sumi usually very quiet?

He waited for a bit until he saw that you read his message and were typing back.

mmm she is very quiet but she loves making conversation

why?

He bit the tip of his thumb and typed with one hand.

she is rlly not talking at all…

like at allll

its awkward

He could see the bubbles appear before your text sent.

shes probably just shy since you’re not close with her

He sighed and he sent you back a quick message before looking back at his date who was trying her hardest to hide the fact she was on her phone, too.

“Are you an only child?” Jungkook continued to pester so he could get Sumi to talk even more. She shook her head.

“Yes, I am,” she answered. Jungkook curtly raised his brow to get her to continue and she took the hint. She took a deep breath. “Um, I mean, my parents wanted more but, they just wanted to have me.”

“How’s that like, you know, being the only child?” He asked, briefly glancing at her over the brim of his cup before setting it down. “I’m the oldest out of 3 so I can’t even imagine being the only child.”

“It gets lonely sometimes,” Sumi said, shrugging her shoulders. She played with her fork to not look at Jungkook in the eye. “My friend groups have filled that hole.”

“Friend groups?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sumi awkwardly chuckled. “The friend group with Y/n, Da-hee and the other girls isn’t the only one in my life. I have another group of friends.”

“What are their names?” Jungkook questioned, sending her a smile to show that he was interested in getting to know her for her. She smiled back.

“Narai is the oldest one,” she answered. She continued to yap but Jungkook couldn’t help but freeze in his seat at hearing the name of a girl who was obsessed with you and him.

Oddly enough, a girl was mostly jealous of him for befriending a person like you. She believed it was not fair you were paying attention to him and spending your study time to hang with him. She wasn’t a friend of yours. She was nothing. She was simply a girl who sat next to you in class who believed people like you two were the only ones to succeed in life and the others would fail. You hated it a lot.

Jungkook knew you didn’t like that sort of attention and he himself almost got in a fight with her—Ye-ji was there, too—for making you feel unsafe. You two were nobodies. Why was a girl so obsessed with you two like you were celebrities? Especially you. He didn’t have an answer for that, but he hated someone else making you uncomfortable.

Now that was a red flag on Sumi. Right? He couldn’t be in a relationship or have something with a girl who’s friends with a person who harasses his best friend.

Jungkook could only sit, but he didn’t feel right being there.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Babe, you’re watching a romance movie, crying,” Da-hee said with a small sad smile on her lips. She sighed and sat next to you, placing your fluffy-socked feet on her lap. “Watching Pretty Woman isn’t going to help with your feelings.”

You sniffed and frowned. “Yes, it is. It can help me set high expectations for my partner even though he,” you gestured towards the TV, “said some things. But he loved her!”

Da-hee exhaled through her nose, patting your calf. “Come on.” She stood up. “Let’s go to the convenience store and get a bunch of food. I’ll watch the movie with you.”

“Okay,” you rapidly nodded, standing up to put on your slippers for outside. “Let’s go.”

Buying a bunch of junk food that had you salivating at the mere sight, you two walked back home, excited to have another bonding moment. Though, Da-hee knew you needed this a lot more and what better way to distract you from your long-lasting crush going on a date with your friend than her dramatically crying?

You spent your time consoling her with a couple of tears escaping your eyes here and there, but you were distracted enough until it was 12 at night, long after Jungkook’s date was over.

You and Da-hee were still on the couch, all bundled up with blankets and plushies, because you went from watching a romance movie to another rom-com that had you crying because of the dynamic.

You two jumped simultaneously at hearing a bunch of pattered knocks on the door.

Frowning, Da-hee looked in the peephole and opened it.

Much to your surprise, Sumi was there with a sheepish smile, grateful that you two weren’t sleeping yet. She just didn’t know who to go to to talk about her date with Jungkook.

“Hey, Sumi,” you greeted, standing up to hug her. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

“Sorry,” she simply said with an awkward laugh escaping shortly after. She stepped closer and you and Da-hee shared a confused look when she took off her shoes to head to your couch. “I just didn’t know who to go to.”

“About?” Da-hee asked.

“My date,” Sumi answered. She looked at you and frowned at your tears. “Are you guys okay?” You gestured to the TV. “Oh, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself while she nodded.

“You.” You gestured for her to go on with her sentence, but you could tell she was struggling to utter out what she wanted to say. “Jungkook seemed distracted. If he wasn’t talking about you, he would be looking down at his phone, and I knew he was texting you.”

Your brows furrowed. You hadn’t even been texting Jungkook. You knew he was on a date with her and you knew not to pester. “Sorry, Sumi but I haven’t been texting to him. I texted him around 9 PM, that was it.”

“I just…” She stammered out, feeling frustrated with herself for not being able to get her train of thoughts out. “Jungkook loves talking about you and as his date, it wasn’t something I liked. I know you two are best friends but I want to get to know him without you… distracting him?” Da-hee went to open her mouth to defend you, but you softly shook your head to stop her. “I want to get to be more with him romantically and you texting him, being with him almost 24 hours a day, texting him 24 hours a day, I feel like you’re his girlfriend more than I am.”

“But you’re not his girlfriend,” Da-hee muttered.

Sumi waved her off. “No, no, I know that, but I want to be.” She looked back at you. “You know where I’m coming from, right?” You couldn’t help but nod. “Just… distance yourself from Jungkook. Let me get to know him so we can be something more. I’ll let him know, though, about me setting boundaries and as to why you’re not texting him. Thank you for this.”

You sent her a tight-lipped smile. “Of course.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye, Sumi.”

“Bye.”

Once she closed the door behind her, Da-hee turned to face you.

“What the fuck was that?” She scoffed out, in disbelief at the girl’s nerve for telling you to back off of Jungkook’s life.

She knew Jungkook wouldn’t survive not talking to you. He went crazy when you went on a trip and couldn’t talk to him for 14 hours that he included himself on the trip with the promise of paying for food and drinks for you guys’. He flew across the world last minute because you couldn’t text him and he missed you. Who does that?

You let out a shaky sigh, going back to your comfortable place on the couch, and turning on the television.

“I just got told to stop talking to Jungkook and I will do that because I respect her boundaries,” you said, tears starting to form again in your eyes at the thought of not being close friends with Jungkook. You two have been attached to the hip for years and you never thought this moment would come. “I respect her boundaries.”

You didn’t think it would come to this, but your fear came true. You didn’t mind him going on a date or dating another girl. You didn’t. You were afraid of losing him entirely than dealing with the heartbreak of him being loved by another person that wasn’t you and yet, you still lost him. You can’t be friends and you have to abide by Sumi’s words.

How would Jungkook survive without you and how would you survive without him?

You didn’t know if you’d make it out alive; however, you suspected that Jungkook would be able to handle life without you being in it. He could handle it.

“Why isn’t she answering?” Jungkook muttered under his breath, slapping his phone on the palm of his hand as he waited for you to message him back.

Two days passed after his date with Sumi and the progress between them was not going anywhere. As his best friend and his confidant, he was waiting for your opinion on the matter since he was lost.

Sumi did not want him at all and Jungkook didn’t want her. Was that feeling normal? He wasn’t sure.

He texted you again.

hey, angel, are u okay? it’s past 5 PM and i havent heard from u since two days ago

He waited.

And waited.

And waited again.

But he was left on delivered.

What if something happened to you?

He tapped away on his phone, placed it by his ear, and waited until the person on the other end answered the phone call.

He sighed in relief once he heard the familiar “hello?” ring in his ear.

“Hey, Ye-ji,” he greeted your best friend rather hurriedly. Ye-ji hummed in greeting. “Listen, is Y/n okay?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Ye-ji mumbled under her breath. “I haven’t talked to her in a minute since I’m busy with rehearsals. Why? Is she not answering the phone after 10 minutes again?” Sigh. “Jungkook, we’ve talked about this.”

“No, no,” Jungkook said, dismissing her words. It happened one time. “She hasn’t texted me or called me back after 2 days, and I wanted to make sure she was home so I could go.”

“2 days?” Ye-ji exclaimed in shock, knowing how you two have some sort of separation anxiety. After all, Jungkook did fly to another country for you since you couldn’t text him back for 14 hours and he couldn’t handle that. This was odd. “I don’t know what’s going on then, bud. I’m going to call her to check in and I’ll let you know if anything’s wrong, okay?” Jungkook hummed.

“Thanks, Ye-ji, if she answers, ask her if it’s okay to go to her apartment so we can talk,” Jungkook said, starting to pace. One of his hands was intertwined with the strands of his hair, pulling on it out of anxiety. It seemed like he was having some type of withdrawals being away from you. “I’ll usually go without asking but, just in case something’s going on.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, bud,” Ye-ji’s voice was laced with concern at the severity of this. She was gone for three days and suddenly there was a lot of drama. “I’ll call you back.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye.” Ye-ji immediately called you after she hung up on Jungkook. She impatiently listened to the call ring while biting her nails, and ignored her classmates looking at her with confusion.

“Hi, Ye-ji,” you plainly answered after two rings.

“What’s going on?” She asked. You let out a confused noise at her words. “Jungkook called me, asking me if you were okay because you haven’t texted him in 2 days. What’s going on, babe?”

She heard silence after she finished talking.

And then she heard the sniffles. She frowned, raising a hand to one of her cast-mates to not bother her in the moment.

“Sumi said I should distance myself from him so she could get closer to him,” you replied, keeping your voice as steady as you could. “I’m obviously going to respect her wishes because he’s not mine and she is heading in a romantic direction with him.”

Ye-ji opened her mouth to answer before closing it shut. She sighed. “Why is she doing all of this?”

You snorted and shook your head. “Again, Ye-ji, he’s not my boyfriend. He was just my best friend. If his future girlfriend wanted me to stop talking to him then I’ll do nothing but respect that. He’s not mine.”

“That’s the thing,” Ye-ji scoffed out. “He is. He would call himself just yours because that’s what he was. If the world ended right now, who do you think he’ll go running to?”

“And that’s what Sumi was hinting at,” you breathed out. “That he talks about me 24/7 and that’s why I need to distance myself so she could get to know him. I’m just respecting that.”

Ye-hi couldn’t help but feel bad. She knew your feelings for Jungkook were more than just a crush, that your feelings crossed the line of

“Y/n…” She started.

“I’m okay,” you reassured her, though she could tell by the tone in your voice you were far from it. You cleared your throat once you heard her silence. “Wait, aren’t you at rehearsals?”

“Yeah,” she answered, knowing you were changing the topic. She glanced around the room. “I had to take a break since Jungkook called me.” She inhaled. “What am I supposed to tell him, though? He requested that I ask you if he could head over.”

“Uh, just tell him that I’m sick,” you said. You felt a pain in your chest at not being able to text him but if Sumi is what made him happy, you didn’t want to intervene at all. “And tell him to not visit me because it’s a bad cold, it’s been days.”

Ye-ji bit her bottom lip at your words. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Ye-ji. I’m sorry for having you tell him things on my behalf. I truly do not want to cause any issues.”

Your friend hummed in acknowledgment, waving off another one of her classmates who came to give her the script they had borrowed. “No, don’t worry. Sumi is just taking this to a new level. I get it he’s not yours and you’re not his but, everyone could see the connection. Even Sumi told us so many times about how you and Jungkook were cute together… and now here she is.”

“Its whatever,” you grumbled like it was nothing. “I’ll let you go though okay? I’m going to take a nap.”

“Okay, bud, bye!”

“Bye.”

Hanging up, Ye-ji tapped on Jungkook’s contact, and messaged him. She couldn’t stand to hear his pained voice because he was missing you. She couldn’t.

She texted him.

called her and she answered

shes not feeling well tho she said she’ll call u once she feels better

tho yk u can’t ask a lot about her since you’re talking with sumi now right???

She put away her phone, going back to practicing for her upcoming show. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and knowing that Jungkook would not stop texting her, she opened it to see his messages.

fuckkkk i forgot to tell u what happened

i need to bother someone and ik where u are

i’ll see u soon

She sighed. Of course he would bother her.

She was rehearsing with her partner when she heard a bunch of people simultaneously saying, “Jungkook!”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. That’s why she never liked him coming over. He was friends with everyone there since you and him always came to her plays and rehearsals. There was one time when you were helping her with her dress and the two of you had to step away, only to come back to find out Jungkook got a small part because he got well with everyone and he was a good actor. He was decent, Ye-ji noted.

He never got invited after that.

“Jungkook, leave,” Ye-ji groaned out. “If I wanted a little brother to pester me, I would’ve made my parents give me one.”

“I’m literally the brother everyone wants,” Jungkook grinned, though she could tell he hadn’t been sleeping at all due to the eye bags under his eyes. Damn, you two were like each others drugs, as poetic as it sounds. Being away from one another really had you two act like you were having withdrawals. “Anyway, I came to gossip.”

“You’re acting like Y/n,” Ye-ji commented, fixing her dress since she was playing Juliet in Romeo and Juliet, your favorite.

Jungkook sent her a small smile, looking down at his phone. “Anyway, I came to tell you the gossip since my gossip buddy doesn’t want to see me.” Ye-ji hummed in acknowledgment. “Here.”

Ye-ji turned around to find him passing her his phone, showing her some picture. She looked at him. “Do I swipe?” Jungkook gave her a look, knowing full well what she was referring to. She scoffed. “I’m just asking. I don’t want to see dick pics.” She focused on the picture. “What the hell? Is this Sumi on a dating app?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded, leaning back against his palms. “Jimin sent me a screenshot. I was about to send something like, ‘Oh, I haven’t asked her out yet, maybe she hasn’t deleted her account from before.’ Then… he sends me the other picture.”

Ye-ji took it as a sign to swipe and came in contact with some messages from yesterday. “Is she just playing with you? I thought you guys were serious?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t know. Should I feel hurt?”

“Are you not?”

“Surprisingly, no,” the man breathed out, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. “You think Y/n will be disappointed in me for not having any sort of connection with Sumi?”

Ye-ji chewed on her bottom lip. “I thought you had a connection with her at the club.” She looked at him with a confused expression. “How did you even see her?”

“Well, she was wearing a white top,” Jungkook explained, demonstrating with his hands how the top looked, “and jeans with a butterfly patch on the back pocket—”

Ye-ji froze at his description, zoning out from his explanation.

“I didn’t expect Sumi to wear such a fit but it was nice,” Jungkook continued, not having noticed how Ye-ji stood so still in her spot. “Though, I feel like I shouldn’t have asked her out just because she looked good dancing. Should I cut things off?” Silence. He sighed, covering half of his face with his hand. “You’re right, that’s mean. I just don’t feel a connection but she’s… nice.”

Your raven-haired girl friend shook her head. “No, no. Listen, don’t be with someone just because they’re nice. Do you feel a connection or not?” Jungkook shook his head, now leaning forward with his hands on the palms of his propped up hands. “Then why are you going to be with someone who you feel nothing for and is obviously not interested in you when she’s in dating apps while telling other people she wants to build a romantic relationship with you?”

“She’s saying that?” Jungkook frowned. He receives a nod. “I honestly don’t like that…”

“Look, go home,” Ye-ji starts, picking him up from the floor, “think about your feelings more. If you don’t like Sumi, do not string her along because she’s nice. You two deserve to find good people.” He slowly nods. “If you like her romantically and you feel something, then let her know your boundaries and you not liking the fact she’s on a dating app.”

“Dating apps,” Jungkook grumbled out, placing his hands in the front pockets of his jacket. “It was more than one app.”

“Well, do what you need to do. Call me when you figure it out.”

“Okay,” he mumbles, thinking about you.

He walks away and curtly waves at everyone goodbye with lack of enthusiasm.

How could he have the energy to do what he did with you? It just wasn’t the same.

As Ye-ji watched him leave, she immediately took out her phone, scrolling through the pictures she took of you.

Disappointingly enough, she did not have a picture of you and the back of your jeans. All she knew was that Sumi had a patch on the leg of her pants, not on the back pocket.

It couldn’t have been Sumi.

5 days.

5 fucking days.

120 hours and whatever fucking minutes because guess what? Jungkook wasn’t counting. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t even eat without thinking about the fact you used to eat dinner with him every day and this specific food was your favorite and this drink you liked. You were in the back of his mind and you stayed there permanently inked just like the tattoos on his arm.

Jungkook was never one to believe in the whole “I can’t survive without my partner” bullshit. But being away from you for almost a week made him feel weak and lonely. He felt like he couldn’t even breathe without being on the brink of tears that had his eyesight blurred, and his heart felt like someone was stepping on it continuously until the blood ran itself up his throat. He was never the type to believe in that bullshit. Never.

He should’ve known, though, when he almost went crazy over the fact you couldn’t text for 14 days. Not even a full day. When he flew for 14 hours himself, he was so done with everyone until he had you again.

At 8 AM, the next morning after the 5th day, he was already knocking on your apartment door to wake everyone up, because if he couldn’t breathe without you and he couldn’t sleep without dreaming of you, then no one was going to have a good nights sleep. If he couldn’t have it, no one could.

Da-hee was the one who opened the door and slammed it on his face while telling him you weren’t there.

He left to his house confused.

At 10 AM, 2 hours later, he went back.

Da-hee opened it and again, she told him you weren’t there.

He came around 2 PM, 4 hours later, and yet again, you weren’t there.

You had to be fucking with him. You truly had to have been.

So, he knocked again at 6 PM.

“Is Y/n here?”

Jungkook could see that your roommate was starting to feel pity for him as this was the 4th time of the day he came knocking on the door, asking for you. He also noted the annoyance starting to seep in her eyes at hearing him knock on the damn door for the 3rd time of the day. She tried her hardest to not let it show as she gave him a smile.

“She went out, Jungkook,” your roommate stated again as if she was saying a mantra at this point. He scoffed at her almost robotic tone with a fake smile starting to spread on his lips. “She’s not here.”

“I know she’s in there, Da-hee.” He moved to the side but she blocked him from coming in by placing a hand on his chest. Softly pushing him away, she closed the door. “Why doesn’t she want to see me?”

Da-hee mentally groaned. She had told you that Jungkook, stubborn and head-strong, was not going to easily drop her curt replies and would immediately demand an answer for your sudden disappearance. You knew she was right but you respected Sumi’s boundary to back off, and even believed Jungkook wouldn’t seek for you.

Da-hee was so ready to rub it on your face.

“She’s not here, Jeon.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he leaned against the door frame of your front door, glancing at the whiteboard hanging there that had your silly dad joke of the day. “I’m serious.”

“I need to see her.” Da-hee was used to him wanting to be around you and needing you, but she didn’t expect to see him almost lose it at not being able to see you at all. “It’s been 5 fucking days and I haven’t seen her at all. She’s avoiding me!”

“At this point I’d think Y/n is your girlfriend rather than that girl you’re talking with,” Da-hee commented, snorting at his words and actions. He shook his head and placed his hands in the pockets of the racing bike jacket you had gifted him, looking away. She frowned at his silence. “Is that what this is about? Sumi?”

“More about me having a talking stage with your guys’ friend, even though it’s anything but that?” Da-hee nodded and he groaned under his breath, his head going back to land on the wall with a small thud. “It’s not much of a talking stage when she’s texting my friend behind my back.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, waving off your roommate’s reaction. “I’m not phased by it whatsoever. We’re not official, she can do whatever she wants.”

“Maybe you’re not phased by it because you don’t have feelings for her?” Da-hee questioned, her shoulders moving up and down in a shrug. He continued to stay quiet. “Damn, Jeon. Tell me more about your messy love life, please.”

“I saw her at the club and I don’t know, I just… My eyes never left her and I felt a force pushing me to her.” He ran a hand over his face. He sighed. “I even loved the outfit she wore: the denim pants with a butterfly embroidered on the back pocket, black heels, and some type of top that Y/n had mentioned was very y2k. Whatever that means.”

“I would think you’re describing Y/n’s outfit from that one time we went out, Jungkook.” Da-hee chuckled, fixing her shoulder bag. He gave her a confused look and she took out her phone. With her gaze on her phone, she continued to explain, “Y/n and Sumi went to the club with matching outfits but, Sumi was wearing jeans with a butterfly embroidery on the part of the leg. Y/n wore the one with the back pocket.”

Jungkook took Da-hee’s phone away from her grasp rather quickly and harshly, eyeing the photo your friend group had taken. He eyed your smile almost immediately and looked at your outfit to see Da-hee was saying the truth.

“But, Y/n was sure it was Sumi who I was looking at,” Jungkook muttered, lips softly parted to fully grasp the news he was given. “No wonder I didn’t feel that connection with Sumi!”

“How did you feel a connection in the first place?” Da-hee asked, arching a brow, referring to the way Sumi did not turn around. He simply saw her back and that was it. “Weirdo.”

“You’re literally obsessed with searching up hand pics on social media,” Jungkook retorted back, though Da-hee could see he didn’t mean to say it in a condescending manner. He sighed. “I was so eager to look for someone because I thought Y/n didn’t like me that I guess maybe I was happy that I felt such a pull to someone else.”

“Ha!” Da-hee cackled. “Jungkook, are you that dense?” He frowned. “Have you seen the way she looks at you?” Jungkook shook his head. Your roommate clicked her tongue. “You probably thought she saw something wrong with your face…”

“Probably.”

“I’m not going to speak for her but, you are stupid,” Da-hee clarified, placing a hand on the man’s head and patting it right before slapping it. “You made a mistake just because you are dumb.”

“Not dumb.” She gave him a pointed look and he looked away. “It wasn’t my fault. Just thinking about her not reciprocating the feelings I have for her—I guess it just hurt me. I felt like I needed to move on because I wouldn’t have been able to see Y/n happy with someone who wasn’t me. But I can’t help but admit it hurt like a bitch that she hasn’t talked to me. I didn’t expect it so soon.”

Da-hee looked at him, and she looked at him hard to the point it made him uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and looked away before staring down at her.

“What?”

She looked around the hall, making sure no one—you—was listening to what she was going to tell him. It wasn’t a big issue or something major, but just in case you were coming back with your group of friends.

“Y/n wasn’t sick. She was ignoring you for a reason.”

Jungkook frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Sumi came after your date,” Da-hee continued. “Y/n and I were watching a movie and Sumi came unexpectedly. Said you seemed distracted and that if you weren’t talking about Y/n, then you would be looking down at your phone. She thought you were talking to Y/n the entire time.”

“What the hell?” Jungkook scoffed out, his eyes showing the clear annoyance he was feeling. “I texted Y/n but it wasn’t for too long. I had texted her because Sumi came late to the date, sat down, and didn’t even try to talk to me. She was on her phone, too, so I asked Y/n if Sumi was always quiet. She said she was probably shy. Other than that, I was texting Namjoon.”

“But talking about her during your date Jungkook?”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head, hand waving off her words. “Sumi wasn’t talking after I would ask her a question. It would be plain and simple and I’d just sit there like an idiot. So, I knew we had something in common: you guys. Did you know she’s friends with that one girl who harassed Y/n?”

“I didn’t know,” she said. She frowned, too, with an expression that very much matched Jungkook’s. “I mean, she’s friends with other people, but the person that has been having an issue with all of us because she wants Y/n to herself? And Sumi was there for it all.”

Jungkook nodded before he sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

“What else did Sumi say?” He asked.

“Basically told Y/n to stop texting you because she was trying to get to know you and that she’s more like your girlfriend than she was?” Da-hee answered, trying her hardest to recite what Sumi said word by word. But there’s a reason why Da-hee never gets told important information. She forgets. Sometimes. “She wanted Y/n to distance herself from you and-!” She exclaimed as she remembered something, making Jungkook jump. “And, she said she would tell you!”

“She didn’t tell me shit,” Jungkook commented. He was pissed. Very pissed. He understood where Sumi came from, of course. He would’ve set boundaries with you if he knew he and Sumi were heading towards a serious relationship, but it wasn’t heading in a serious direction since she was not showing the effort he was showing. He knows how some girls felt about their boyfriend having a girl best friend, so he knew, hell, even you knew, that the things you two did together was a huge no. “I just… I don’t even know.”

Da-hee sighed. She shook her head and gave him one more look over. “Listen. I’ll do you a favor.” He immediately perked up at her words. “Our friend’s birthday is happening this weekend Saturday, 9 PM.” Jungkook nodded along. “I’ll send you the details and I’ll invite Y/n and will even have her wear the same outfit she wore last time to the club.”

“You know she doesn’t wear the same outfits to a club or party if others have seen it, right?” Jungkook commented with a frown. He knew your distaste of repeating the same outfit if you were even spotted wearing it. He didn’t know where that came from, but he knew you did not like it.

“Trust me, I’m her best friend.” Da-hee ignored his piercing glare once those words escaped her mouth. She waved him off. “Meanwhile, you need to cut things off with Sumi.”

“Already did.” She looked at him confusedly. “We hadn’t been texting at all so I, um, might’ve deleted her number.”

Jungkook could see the amusement on Da-hee’s face and gave her a small smile to display his innocence. Your friend, though, simply shook her head.

“You ghosted her?”

“It’s not much of ghosting when we weren’t texting at all.” Da-hee cursed the male existence in her head, especially Jungkook. “Don’t worry, I did message her that it wasn’t going anywhere, and she agreed so it’s not exactly ghosting.” Your roommate could see he was proud of himself. “I can easily express my feel—”

“You can’t.” Da-hee grabbed Jungkook’s phone away from his hands and easily unlocked it by typing in the numbers of your birthday as his pass code. Of course he would have your birthday, too. You had his. “We’re literally in this predicament because you thought Y/n didn’t like you.”

“Okay, okay, no need to call me out,” he mumbled under his breath, huffing. Though, he eyed his phone in Da-hee’s hands with suspicion and disbelief. “How did you unlock that?”

“Y/n’s birthday, duh,” Da-hee stated as if it was the most obvious thing, and it was. It would take an idiot to not know that your birthday is used as Jungkook’s passwords for everything. You even told her that Jungkook had your birthday as his pin for his debit card. “Anyway, I put in my phone number and saved it. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to head to class.” She fixed her backpack over her shoulder. “Pretend that you weren’t here and I’ll pretend you weren’t here.”

He rapidly nodded and watched Da-hee leave.

However, before he left, he eyed your handwriting on the board and sighed.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

Saturday came by rather quickly, much to Jungkook’s surprise.

It hurt him physically to not be able to be with you and it hurt him mentally to not be around you at all. What was wrong with him? Is he really so in love with you it pained him to not be with you? To not talk to you? The answer was simple; yes.

“Hey!” Jungkook turned around at hearing someone yell for him and came to find one of your shared friends. “What are you doing here, man? I didn’t think you’d show.”

Jungkook shrugged and briefly looked around. “Just thought I’d stop by. Haven’t been to a house party in a while.”

Your guys’ friend laughed and nodded his head in agreement. He patted his shoulder and pointed towards where the kitchen was. “Y/n’s in there. You know where the bathroom is and remember, stay out of the rooms.”

Jungkook grinned. “No promises.”

“Asshole,” your friend teased before his head perked up at hearing the door open midst the loud music and chatter. “Well, got to go be a good host. Talk to you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, we need to talk about that new car I just saw outside that belongs to you,” Jungkook said, giving him a pointed look and a side hug. Your friend could only chuckle and bid him a goodbye.

Jungkook fixed his jacket and he was starting to hate the feeling of the humidity of the house due to the fact his jacket was starting to stick on his bare arms. He was wearing a tight white shirt—thankfully, he said no to the tank top Namjoon wanted him to wear—and some dark blue baggy jeans, along with the necklaces you had gifted him. Especially the one necklace that had your initial—you had given it to him as a joke.

“Oh.”

Sumi, who had unexpectedly shown up to hang with your friend group—much to Da-hee’s dismay—was the first one to see Jungkook. His frame was bigger than everyone’s and he stood out the most due his broad shoulders that had everyone looking. But despite the attention on him, his eyes looked everywhere for you until he spot the back of your head.

“What?” You questioned, frowning at the girl.

“Jungkook came to see me,” Sumi said, a smile spreading on her lips as she walked forward towards Jungkook, her shoulder bumping against yours rather harshly.

You glanced at them and looked back at Da-hee. “If I would’ve known he was going to be here, I would’ve stayed home.”

“He’s not here to see her,” Da-hee tried reassuring you, not wanting to admit that she knew Jungkook was going to be coming because she told him to do so. You would immediately jump her, even if she had good intentions.

“I’m going outside,” you started, gesturing towards the front door of the house. You pursed your lips. “It’s getting hot.”

“Okay…” Da-hee said while she and your friends watched you leave.

You walked off and Jungkook, having been busy with letting Sumi down gently, made eye contact with Da-hee once he looked up to look at you. He frowned, head moving side to side to see if he could spot you near him, though you were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” He asked over the loud music blasting.

“She went outside!” Da-hee yelled, pointing to the back of your retreating figure.

He looked towards where she was pointing at and saw that you opened the front door of the house, phone in hand, clearly trying to make it seem like you were getting a call. It’s something you always did when you were feeling anxious in a space like you were in at the current moment.

He quickly followed after you, pushing past people to reach you.

He opened the door, head snapping side to side, hoping to catch a glance. He sighed in relief once he came to see you not so far from where he was, sitting on the sidewalk, on your phone.

He closed the door behind him and buried his hands in the pocket of his jacket before he made his way to you. Since the music was loud, his footsteps were silent, and he wasn’t surprised when you jumped a little once he went to sit next to you.

“What the hell?” You muttered, quickly shutting up once you came to see him. You faked a cough. “Sorry, I’m still sick and it’s highly contagious so you might want to—”

“Girl, don’t even start,” he scoffed out. You gave him a perplexed look at his choice of words.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Fix that sassy tone, Jeon.”

He squinted his eyes. “Hell, no. Not until you fix that fucking attitude of yours.” You were about to deny your attitude before he cut you off. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. Ignoring me? Avoiding me? I understand if Sumi and I are dating but guess what? We’re not.”

“Whatever,” you stubbornly mumbled, looking away.

He rolled his eyes before placing a hand on the side of your face, making you look back at him.

You froze and gulped as the pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone rather softly. Yeah, you’re internally freaking out because what the fuck was happening?

“Instead of that bratty attitude,” he softly spoke with a tint of sternness, “can I explain?”

You inhaled and exhaled, shrugging. “I guess.” If only he could hear your thoughts, though, because you were freaking the fuck out you swore your body was heating up due to the embarrassment of the situation. Could he hear how quick your heart was beating?

“Sumi and I aren’t dating,” he began to explain, hand still on your cheek to have you looking at him. “We haven’t been. I know she told you to back away so we could get to know each other but, to be honest, she did not want to get to know me and was texting my friends instead, flirting with them.” He let out a sound between a hum and a scoff, and let go of your face. He leaned back against his hands. “Just to clarify, I am not upset in any way. She can do as she pleases, we’re not dating.”

“But, why did she tell me to distance myself from you?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea.”

He stayed quiet and you did, too, because what were you supposed to say? “Hey, I ignored you, too, because I couldn’t bear seeing you with another girl when I’m sure I love you.” Yeah, no. What if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings and just thought of you as a sister? You would be embarrassed.

You bit your lower lip and looked down at your shoes once your brain became overwhelmed with your thoughts.

You stayed silent for a minute or two, hearing the wind and the music from inside.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, almost as if he spoke any louder he would wake up the entire block. You glanced at him and he looked off, not wanting to make eye contact with you. “I barely survived a day without you, a week was torture.” He sighed, gulping. “I need you. More than anything. I… I couldn’t handle the way your absence impacted my life as if being without you made me struggle to breathe.”

“Jungkook…”

“What have you done to me?” He muttered out. “Why do you have my heart when I’m not even yours? Why am I in desperate need of your laughter and voice as if they’re the water I need after a long run in the sun? Goddamn it, baby…” Your heart clenched as he let out an annoyed sigh, glancing down at the floor. “It’s always been you. I confused you with Sumi.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words. “You-you did?”

“Da-hee showed me a picture of your outfit and it was yours I saw,” he said. He looked down at you before he turned his body to face you. He stood up and stuck out his hand for you to grab. You did so without hesitation and he grabbed you by the waist, leaving his hand there while the other held the side of your face. “I saw you. It’s always been you. The lack of connection I had with Sumi was because it was never her. I yearned for someone that wasn’t you and it pains me because you’re the one that I want.” He placed his forehead on yours, holding you tight. “Forgive me, sweet girl.”

Your eyes blurred with tears due to the overwhelming feeling.

“Why should I forgive you?” You whispered back. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Forgive me for trying to seek the connection we have,” he simply answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Forgive me for being an idiot. Everything.”

“But, you didn’t know because I didn’t tell you about my outfit,” you breathlessly said as he backed away to look down at you. “You didn’t know.”

“I should’ve,” he said. “I should’ve. I should’ve known. Sumi is a nice girl but she’s not you. She’ll make someone else happy, but you make me happy. I’ve been loving you for so long and I’m sorry it took this for me to realize it.”

Much to your surprise, he fell on his knees.

“Jungkook, get up,” you rushed out, falling with him. “It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

“You cried,” he said, looking at you. “You cried because I hurt you.” He placed his hand on your cheek again. “And it pains me.” He let out a shaky breath. “Even if you don’t love me, I hope you know your presence had impacted my life tremendously.”

You stayed quiet.

You stayed quiet because you thought about his words. The way he looked like hurting you was the biggest catastrophe that could happen.

You let out a shaky breath and kissed him because you really needed to feel him.

It took him a quick sec to kiss you back but he did, and he kissed you with such fervor it burnt your body.

You probably looked stupid kneeling on the grass but you didn’t care because kissing Jungkook was what you needed and he needed it, too.

“I love you just as much,” you said against his lips, backing away to pant. “I forgive you even if I’m not mad or upset anymore. It was never your fault and you didnt mean to hurt me. It’s okay.”

He broke into a smile as he heard your words before kissing you.

You softly chuckle, kissing him back. You shivered as the coolness of his lip ring hit your lips and the way his fingers gripped the skin of your waist.

“Be my girlfriend, please,” he pleaded, pecking your lips as he got out his words before he could get distracted again. “Please.”

You nodded. “I will.”

He grinned and kissed you before backing away.

He looked down at your guys’ knees, a chuckle escaping his mouth. He looked around and snorted once he came to find your friends peeking out from the curtain of the house to look at you two. They sheepishly smiled, quickly closing the curtains to give you two space.

He looked back at you and held out his hand, getting you off the ground.

As he opened his mouth to speak, you two heard the front door of the party house open, and Sumi came out… with Jimin. You and Jungkook looked at the two with amusement as they kissed on their way to Jimin’s car.

“Well, that’s nice,” you chuckled.

Jungkook nodded along with a smile. “I wish her luck.” He turned to look at you. “Let’s go back to my house and watch a movie while we talk about when we started having feelings for each other?”

You snorted and shook your head up and down.

“Lead the way.”

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btskitten7 · 2 years ago

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➭fic pairing: Jungkook x Female oc, Yoongi x Female oc, Hoseok x Female oc.

➭current wc: 2.6k words

➭genre: smut, angst, domestic relationships, baby daddy/baby momma drama. Some fluff!

➭rating; M (throughout fic)

➭warnings: everyone except for Hoseok, is a little toxic 🤭

➭summary: the one where you realize Jungkook still isn’t ready.

It’s currently three in the morning. Exactly three hours before you’re supposed to get up and ready, four hours before you drop your princess to her dad’s and five hours before you go in to work.

To say that this weekend was a roller coaster would be an understatement.

From getting wrapped up with Jungkook again, Yoongi popping up at your house, although he claims you called him drunk the night before, and Hoseok just being the sweet guy he is and checking on you. It’s a tad overwhelming.

All you craved was sleep, an sweet escape from the real world.

Unfortunately, your eyes wandered back to the clock, every second it seemed. Dreading the moment that you had to go work and face Yoongi after this weekend. You guys haven’t spoken much since the last encounter with Jungkook and you kinda figured that.

What were you supposed to say? Yoongi caught you red-handed fucking your ex. What is there to say? “Hey best friend, so about saturday? Yeah me and Jungkook were-“

You couldn’t even come up with an explanation, everything just sounded painfully pathetic.

To make matters even worse, Hoseok texted you while you were out with Jungkook.

Hoseok 🫧: when can I see you again?

Hoseok 🫧: ive been thinking about you. And I think I want to continue seeing you.

Now you really didn’t want to be seen. You’ve seen how these types of things end in the movies. Someone always ends up with a broken heart. Even though there’s plenty of amazing sex, there was too much confusion and anxiety.

Something you had enough of being a mother.

Gratefully, your daughter woke up in need of her mother, a distraction. Perfect.

Waltzing to baby girl’s room and to her crib, you saw her squirming around the crib, begging for her mama’s attention.

“There, there my pretty girl. Mommy’s here” you smiled, taking her into your arms and kissing her head before taking her back to your room. “You always save mommy from her mind”

After giving her the needed cuddles and feedings, you laid with little Aera until it was time for you to wake up–which– wasn’t an issue for you since sleep was nonexistent for you.

You got Aera ready like you did normally when you got an call from the one you wish to avoid.

Yoongi.

You took a deep breath and answered the call, thanking God that it wasn’t a facetime.

“Hello?,,

“What time do you take Aera to her father’s?,,

‘’Around 7 but lately he’s been slacking so 7:20 ish. Why? Is everything okay?,,

“ Mhm, just thinking we should carpool. I can get my Aera cuddles for the day and we could grab breakfast before we head into work. ,,

Yoongi’s morning voice is something you could never get over. It was deep as if his voice wasn’t already deep and it was “send you over the moon” raspy, overall a ten out of ten, you would recommend.

“ Oh, okay cool. I don’t mind that at all, I’ll be ready before you get here ,,

“ Perfect, I should be there at 7 ,,

Honestly, you were shitting bricks.

You couldn’t believe you just agreed to allow Yoongi, the same one who walked in on you getting pleasured by the man he hates by the way, to give you a ride to that same man’s house.

Were you drunk or something?? You asked yourself over and over.

You didn’t want Yoongi to think you were being weird about what happened. You didn’t even want him to know that it kept you up all night, you had to be normal.

Which isn’t hard. It’s just Yoongi…

Exactly, it’s Yoongi. Just your best friend.

But no matter how many times you told yourself that, you were still nervous.

You were putting your’s and Aera’s bag together when you heard a knock on the door.

A little confused, you hesitated a bit but answered as quickly as you could.

It was Yoongi.

“You’re early” you said letting him in to which he hummed.

“I got bored and I wanted to see Aera”

Yoongi headed over to your baby girl and kissed her chubby cheeks.

Watching Yoongi, you wondered why he wanted to carpool. It wasn’t out of the ordinary but it still made you think.

Yoongi avoided eye contact with you the whole drive to Jungkook’s house for some reason.

Probably because he couldn’t sleep peacefully last night either.

————-

Yoongi got ready for bed the same way he usually does.

Dinner, a little work, shower, then bed.

But ever since he heard your encounter with Jungkook and seeing you in that damn robe-

That damn robe.

He hated that robe.

The way it sat was so fitting on your perfect body. Displayed everything he wanted to see.

The roundness of your breast, that he craved so much.

The curves , gosh, your curves sent him into overdrive.

Your thighs, your fucking thighs. How he would love to have his head right between-

’Wait a second’ he thought to himself.

Why is he thinking like this?

Shaking his head, he thought a shower would help but it only made the thoughts worse.

He couldn’t get the image of himself, fucking, you against the shower wall.

Yoongi didn’t even want to watch tv at this point, he just knew he needed to go straight to bed.

But it didn’t stop there. His hand wrapped around his growing member letting out a relaxed sigh from the relief of pressure.

One thing led to another and now he fucking himself to the thought of you.

He was so wrapped up in the moment, he had half a mind to take Jungkook up on his offer to watch him eat you out even though he would much rather be the one eating.

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“It’s this one right here” you reminded Yoongi, pointing to Jungkook’s home.

He remembers exactly where he lived but didn’t even bother to respond to tell you that since it really didn’t matter. He just nodded and turned into the parkway, looking over to you.

“Do you need me to help you with anything?”

You shook your head

“I got it, I shouldn’t be long”

You hurried out the car with Aera’s bag as well as her kicking body in your arms, after retrieving her from the car seat.

After getting to Jungkook’s door, you lifted your hand to knock when you noticed faint pants and groans from the other side. Frowning softly, you started to grow a little concerned until you heard a giggle followed by Jungkook’s deep chuckled.

“We need to hurry, my baby’s mother is going to be here any minute babe”

“So?” You could hear her remark, followed by Jungkook humming and sounds of lewd kissing.

“So, my daughter will be here and I don’t want her getting pissed because you’re here”

“Why would she care? You’re not together anymore” she teased. “Are you?”

That hit you like a ton of bricks, more than it should.

He’s right though, you aren’t together. No matter how much you end up in his bed or him in yours, you aren’t his.

And clearly, he doesn’t belong to you either. It’s time you come to terms with that.

Doesn’t change how much it hurts though.

Jungkook grew quiet. For some odd reason you thought, maybe he’ll say what you guys are or something to reassure you that you aren’t making a mistake.

But that’s asking for too much of Jungkook. Clearly.

Your eyes grew glossy but you didn’t decide to wait around any longer to find out what he would even say, you knocked on the door, stopping the conversation before it could progress.

You could hear the panic in Jungkook’s voice as he spoke to whoever he was with before opening the door. His eyes met with yours, softening.

“Hey—hey are you okay?” He asked showing so much concern as if he wasn’t the one hurting you.

You scanned over his body and counted the many love marks. The ones you made just the other day were still visible under the ones the lady just made. Jungkook stood there clueless until you scoffed.

Putting the pieces together he quickly tried to cover the marks but rubbing his neck softly, mainly in embarrassment.

“I’ll see you Sunday” your voice was deadpan and you had no emotion on your face when you spoke to him, but your eyes showed your sadness.

Kissing Aera’s cheeks, you handed her to him along with her bag and proceeded down the hall. Jungkook sighed and called out to you.

“Y/n, wait! Y/n!”

You didn’t turn back and you didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Making it back to Yoongi’s car, you were so close to letting it all spill.

But Yoongi didn’t have to see you cry to know something happened.

“You alright?” His deep voice asked you, comfort at its finest.

“I will be..I will be”

————

Jungkook sighed and closed the door, looking down at Aera.

Her bright smile was almost enough to make him forget about the scene before him.

“Oh Jungkook! Is this your daughter! She’s so beautiful!”

Jungkook smiled and nodded.

“She’s gorgeous, like her mama.” He said, whispering the last part.

“She looks like Y/n’s little girl.” She said smiling softly, jungkook frowns. ‘Please don’t tell me’ he pleaded to himself.

“You know yn?”

She nods.

“We work together. Which is why I should be going, she hates when members of our team are late, especially when we have a meeting first thing once we clock in,” she started, “wait, you know yn?”

‘Of course I do, that’s my ex. The mother of my fucking kid. The one I’m trying to give her another one of my kids.’ Jungkook wanted to say but he didn’t want to cause drama or make you feel uncomfortable at your job. Yoongi already had something against him, clearly he didn’t need to give him another reason.

“We know each other, but it wasn’t anything too serious. Just don’t mention it”

Without questioning it any further, she kissed Jungkook goodbye after get dressed once again and hurrying out the door.

Jungkook sighed deeply before closing the door behind the woman. He didn’t even call her over to sleep with her. Last night, after he dropped Yn and Aera off, he wanted to clear himself from the women he was sleeping with. He wanted to formally get rid of them and tell them that he wasn’t interested anymore to which most accepted since he made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anyone new before hand. But she ended up waltzing by his palace with that stupid trench coat act, who even thinks of things like that these days

He always thought if someone did that for he would love it but it was the opposite. He would only love it if, you, did it.

You had a way of driving him insane with your work attire, what if you actually showed up on his door step with something enticing as that. He would give you another child on the spot, no questions asked.

Although that may be a thing of the past.

“Daddy messed up with mommy again.” He smiled down at Aera who had no idea what was going on but she was just happy to see her daddy again.

You on the other hand were fighting tears every time Yoongi or Jimin asked you if you were okay.

‘ How could he? ‘ you thought to yourself. You stupidly gave him another chance and he goes behind your back and fucks someone else.

If he doesn’t want to truly commit to you, why should you commit to him? If he’s gonna fuck everyone he sees why couldn’t you.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly called Hoseok and stepped outside.

“Hello?”

“H-hey. Sorry I couldn’t text you back earlier” you uttered “I was busy, how are you?”

“Oh it’s nothing major. I understand, you have a cute little princess to look after! I’m doing great, how are you?”

“I’m doing…mm..I could be better but I’m managing” you admitted.

“Oh? Are you busy tonight? I don’t mind stopping by and having a few drinks.” Hoseok voiced.

Ugh, you hate how thoughtful he is. You don’t hate it, but it makes you feel weird whenever it happens.

“Actually that doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Should I meet you somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you an address to one of my favorite bars.”

“Okay noted, I’ll see you later!” You smiled before hanging up and walking back inside.

Yoongi’s eyes followed your body as you walked back to your seat sitting next to him. A scow laid on your face as your phone vibrates with messages over and over.

It had to be Jungkook.

He noticed how weird you were acting when you got back into the car. Leaning over “you okay?”

“Yeah. I just had to call Hoseok back, that's all.”

“You’ve decided to see him? I thought you and Jungkook were fixing things.”

“I guess not. But I want to try things out with this Hoseok guy.”

And boy did you..

Everything was a vibe, you guys laughed, joked, and even had deep conversations with one another.

Then you started to watch a movie, cuddled up together as his hand softly pressed against your thigh, massaging them. Making your core heat up and clench around nothing.

You didn’t want to fuck him—at least not yet but the more his hands worked onto your body the more you wanted him.

One thing led to another and now you're kissing on the couch while the movie is now watching you.

He lifts your up and places you on his lap, letting his hands hold your waist and slip underneath your shirt. You never broke the kiss, not even to breathe.

But suddenly, Hoseok broke the kiss, holding your face in his hands as both your eyes fluttered open.

“A-are you okay?” You asked softly, rubbing his chin softly, causing him to smile.

“I’m perfect, I just want to make sure this is something you want, especially dealing with Jungkook’s moods and all.” Hoseok said sincerely, thoughtfully.

You sighed softly and nodded. You wanted this but a part of you felt guilty for using Hoseok as a weapon against Jungkook. No, you wouldn’t throw it in his face but you wouldn’t mind if he found out about it and got all pissy about it.

“I do want this…but you’re right. I need to take this slow and figure out this thing with Jungkook. No-I’m not getting back with him but I can imagine he’s giving you lots of shit for hanging out with me.” you said chuckling. Hoseok nodded and leaned back on your couch, his arms were still wrapped around your waist. You sat comfortably in his lap.

“He constantly gives me shit but I haven’t told him anything about us. Every day, he asks me if I’ve seen you or if we’ve done something. I just keep it short. Although I don’t want to keep what we have away from him, if there is something between us?” He states in more of a asking tone, although you don’t think he’s asking you.

In all honestly you aren’t sure of what you are with Hoseok. You knew you were friends but maybe something closer and more intimate than friends but not quite dating. You didn’t know.

Hoseok could tell he asked something you were ready to answer from your silence, “Let’s forget that yeah? Let’s just vibe.” he smiled causing you to smile, planting a small kiss onto his lips.

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“Why isn’t mommy answering? You could be sick and need her.” he mumble to Aera. Aera wasn’t even paying attention to her daddy, her little eyes were glued to the tv. All the bright colors and catchy tunes were confusing to her but it was entertaining to see. Jungkook looked at the time then back at his phone, noticing that you’ve been reading his messages but that’s it….

You just been reading his messages with is the quickest way to piss him off.

But quite frankly, you didn’t give a fuck.

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