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[jiminrings]

sneak peek 02

The tension (and not the good, longing kind that you feel when he feels casual enough to not cover up his torso after his workout) only builds further and further to the point that it’s Jungkook who notices and not you. You’re in the eye of the typhoon and Jungkook feels nervous– sick, even— to have you look at him with so much disdain.

You don’t do that. You never do.

You either look at him with love or longing but never this — whatever it’s called that Jungkook feels so small underneath your gaze. You’re not even speaking to him at the moment but the silence alone grates his ears, unforgiving throughout.

“Go ahead then. Go make fun of me like you always do,” you spit, hands clenched into tight fists. You clench your jaw so hard that it aches but it’s no match to the knot in Jungkook’s throat, because unlike your discomfort, his just keeps on building to the point that it’s suffocating.

He feels vulnerable in the sense that if your hate for him came in waves, he wouldn’t even fight you if you engulfed him wholly. He knows he’s given you every reason in the world to doubt him yet now that you do, now that you hate him like he had expected you to, he loses himself.

Jungkook loses himself into you the more that you let go of him.

“I-I don’t-…” he stutters, shaking his head furiously. He badly wants to prove you wrong because the thought of even making you upset hadn’t even crossed his mind, but with your patience thin for the first time ever, there’s no getting through you.

“Y-y-you don’t what, Jungkook?” you mock, head throbbing at the migraine you’ve been keeping to yourself the whole week. It’s persistent and painful; even more mind-splitting than it used to be. “You keep taking what I give you and for what?” you grit, anger fading into defeat the more you look at him.

He looks remorseful. He looks like he’s sorry and it kicks you in the gut because this is the first time Jungkook had ever felt this way for you — what makes it worse is that it’s only now.

“I-I wasn’t… I’m n-never gonna make f-fun of you being-…” he sniffles, being taken aback himself because he didn’t expect to cry.

“Stop fucking lying to me!” you cry out, digging your palms to get rid of the frustrated tears that spring out of your eyes. Your chest hurts and your head hurts and so does everything that has to do with him. “You made fun of me for holding your hand in public and you expect me to believe that you’re not gonna make fun of me because I’m a virgin?!”

“Y/N, baby, please-…” Jungkook pleads desperately, taking a shaky step towards you. You immediately recoil even if his hand barely touches yours, your gaze enough to bring chills down his spine.

“Why are you calling me that? You never do!” you seethe. Jungkook has never looked this strange to you (it may be the raging and concerning migraine in effect) but the realization finally hits you square in the skull. You laugh so hysterically, you throw your head back in realization. “Oh my god. You need money again.”

Jungkook flinches at your assumption, the confusion that he feels later morphing into hurt. He knows he’s made for this; he knows he’s being paid for companionship and he knows he’s done a shit job for it. But the way you say it now, like it’s all you’re ever made for him — the hurt wracks through his whole body that it makes him want to throw up.

“What? N-no, no. I-…”

“Will this do it?” you quip, shaky hands fishing out the wallet that he gifted you (the one he swore was just a gag gift but put in much effort to in customizing) to skim through bills before shoving them forcibly into his pocket.

Jungkook doesn’t move, frozen in tears as he whispers to try and get you to stop. To just listen to him and forgive him like he’s used to you doing.

“Not enough? Here,” you relent, the dry chuckle that leaves you making your throat hurt further. You shove your entire wallet into his pocket, uncaring of the countless non-monetary mementos you’ve left in it. “Nothing’s ever enough for you, Jungkook.”

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in vain aka sugar baby (but not really) jungkook drabble series sneak peek

pairing: jungkook x reader

glimpse: jungkook likes the finer things in life, and you don’t like being lonely.

alternatively, jungkook’s your sugar baby — except the only thing he needs to do to get paid is to be your friend.

“Nope. No sex at all. No kisses or hugs or anything like that.”

A sense of pride almost fills Jungkook, almost, when he sees Namjoon’s face fall and twist both in amazement and confusion. It’s not that Jungkook thinks he’s better — he already knows it himself. He feels proud to have proved Namjoon wrong when he said it to his face that absolutely no one would pay for his snotty personality.

“Then how come you’re her sugar baby?” Namjoon asks, his hunger for the pasta he ordered (and waited for twenty minutes to arrive) subsiding. He doesn’t get it at all, not one single bit of him believing that Jungkook landed a sugar mommy that simply just wants him to be there.

Jungkook shrugs as if it’s the easiest thing to answer, the arrogance flowing through him like the breeze that goes through the door when you open it. Namjoon’s eyes turn out of instinct and while he had paid no attention to you initially, he does now when you’re walking towards them and his friend can’t see to shut up.

“I’m just there for company. She’s just alone and weird, I guess.”

Namjoon nudges him to stay still and stop talking with everything he could muster in one simple shove to his side, his mumbling too quiet for someone as dense as Jungkook to understand.

“What did you say?” Jungkook asks out-loud as if it pains him to not turn every single thought in his head into a literal speech bubble, turning his head abruptly. He finds himself face-to-face with you, only hovering awkwardly after catching wind of what he just said.

Namjoon, however, doesn’t even seem to meet his eyes — neither does Jungkook with yours. He turns back to his friend without a single acknowledgement to you, continuing to run his mouth as if you weren’t there in the first place.

“What are you so worried for?” he furrows his brows, going back to his laptop as he types gibberish to make it seem like he’s doing something important. He’s not bothered — not at all. “Y/N already knows I don’t need her like that. I’m only after her money, not her.”

The lump that appears in your throat is automatic because Jungkook is like this and you know it. He’s bumped into your “friends” (the better term would be acquaintances-I’ve-made-emptily-out-of-social-obligation) a few times already and he’s never been this rash with you, yet the first time that you see him with his friend, he makes you feel the smallest that you’ve ever been.

“Oh my god, Jungkook. Watch your fucking manners,” Namjoon grits immediately, the lack of Jungkook’s respect for you and perhaps for everyone else grating his ears. He clears his throat and straightens himself, much to his friend’s annoyance, before putting his hand out. “H-hi. I’m Namjoon, Jungkook’s friend.”

“Hi, Namjoon,” you greet courteously, your embarrassment burning away the longer that you’re distracted from how Jungkook’s regard for you to your face and to everyone else is the same. He’s always been transparent with you, unable to sugarcoat his words.

Simply put, Jungkook doesn’t like you. He means it when he says it to you casually right after you crack a joke in the middle of watching a movie, and he means it when he’s talking behind your back to Namjoon.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook asks, the bored look on his face striking right through you. You feel alone again despite being in a café full of people; even when you’re faced with him.

“I was thinking we could maybe get dinner together?” you ask even if it takes up all the remaining courage in you, the majority of it consumed when you put an effort into dressing yourself up today — for him.

“Busy,” Jungkook huffs, resting his chin on his palm. He stays seated throughout while you’re just standing there, waiting to have a shred of significant acknowledgement. “Can I have some money to get dinner with Namjoon instead?”

You shouldn’t be surprised anymore, not at all. Because while Jungkook isn’t consistent on keeping his end of the bargain, you keep yours loyally. You don’t want to be at fault and the raving urge in you to always keep people appeased overtakes you.

“Oh,” you mumble in realization, fumbling to open your bag and fish for your wallet. “Y-yeah, yeah. Sure.”

On the other hand, Namjoon can’t resist any longer. He physically can’t contain himself anymore, the breath that he’s been holding finally giving out because he can’t bear to see you like this because of Jungkook.

“Actually, count me out,” he interjects, ignoring the offended gasp he gets. He turns to you much more gently compared to the vitriol he has for Jungkook. “Are you, uhm — do you still need someone to eat dinner with… Miss Y/N?” he asks politely, wringing his hands together underneath the table.

Your mouth dries at his address for you and even more at his politeness, the realization that Namjoon’s actually kind to you despite only meeting you minutes ago hitting you belatedly. “I-… I do, yeah. But you don’t have to-…”

“No, no! I insist,” he scrambles to get out of his seat, intentionally hitting Jungkook on the bicep as he slings his backpack on his shoulder. “Some people don’t do their jobs correctly and could be a total asshole at that.”

Jungkook scowls at what’s clearly the dig for him, his annoyance running deep when you stay frozen.

Deeper when you snap out of it and nod your head shyly, and the deepest when you actually leave him.

It seems like fate’s fucking with him because as much as he should feel elated that your weekly transfer to him comes in now of all times, he doesn’t at all. He feels bad and he doesn’t ever feel that way. He’s never been left before; not like this at the very least.

You whisper to Namjoon on the way out, the reminder that you were embarrassed in front of him and probably to the curious patrons in the café staying vivid in your mind. “I’ll pay you. I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“You don’t have to at all, miss. I promise,” Namjoon assures you as he opens the door for you, the two of you waiting side by side as you wait for your driver to go around back. He respects you but he’s comfortable already; enough to open up out of the blue. “You know, I’ve had… a sugar mommy in the past. You’re Jungkook’s first and really, I apologize for how rude he is,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “You’re not making him jump through hoops or force him into doing things or anything like that. All you’re asking for is companionship — I’m sorry that he’s bad at it.”

It stays quiet between the two of you until you find the right words that won’t make you want to crumple to the pavement out of shame.

“You don’t have to apologize in behalf of him.”

“I feel like I need to,” he trails, an uneasy chuckle leaving him. “Jungkook doesn’t ever apologize for anything.”

“Oh.”

The knot in your throat untangled minutes ago but it comes back again, this time for less pitiful reasons. “You’re really nice, Namjoon. Please tell me if you ever need anything,” your breath hitches in fear of overstepping, yet you push through anyway. “I know you’re already familiar with this uhm, this situation — and I’m still sorry for asking-! But do you… need money?”

Namjoon laughs heartily, genuinely — not mockingly like how Jungkook does.

“Yes, I need money,” he confirms breathlessly in between chuckles, sneaking a smile from your lips. “But I’d much rather give you companionship for free. I bet you’re already blowing through money with Jungkook who doesn’t even say thank you for anything.”

“Jungkook’s my first sugar baby too,” you meekly counter, shrugging your shoulders. You feel oddly brave in a burst of energy, partially influenced by how Namjoon didn’t even skip a beat from preventing Jungkook to make an even bigger fool out of you. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with having two sugar babies right?”

Out of the entire time that Namjoon’s been with you, he’s actually speechless for once and not the other way around.

While Namjoon seriously considers your offer though, Jungkook stews in his own anger. It’s too potent and too irrational, he thinks it might be jealousy.

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