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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 5: Dumb & Dumber

In which communication isn't always the easiest thing- especially when you're talking past each other, never to each other.

Tags/Warnings: mc hates kook?, kook hates her too Angst?, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication bro its so bad in this, Fluff?, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes, minor age gap, sexual thoughts, the tension is snapping oops

Length: ~2.3k.

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Over the past few days, Jungkook seems.. awfully clingy.

He's texting more, keeps inviting you over, seemingly very interested in spending more and more time with you. And while yeah, it would make sense if it was to please the public eye- they don't even get to see it. At all.

He's been asked for comment left and right at this point ever since he really did drop the news of being in a relationship. However, it did have the desired effect of the media attention slowly dying down, other investors especially seeming to value him more now that he's 'settled down' which is just incredibly weird to you. Why does him getting his dick wet have anything to do with his decision-making? It's not like post-nut-clarity is going to give him the perfect stock advice or anything. Or maybe it does. Who knows.

He certainly doesn't- at least not with you.

It still confuses you however how well he seemingly plays the boyfriend-role; going all out, even taking you to a dinner yesterday, even if it was interrupted twice by a phone call he didn't even take in the end. It was nice to be taken out like that though- you've never really been out like that, all dressed up and fancy. But it's sadly also making you more than angry.

It's infuriating how he seems to be aware of what exactly it is you crave from a guy, and in this moment, you hate that it's him providing it. To him, it's a game. To you, it's just cruel. It hurts. "Now come on, don't be a brat for once." He teases. "You're my girl now after all, aren't you?" He teases almost, holding the spoon with the dark brown liquid close to your lips.

As if.

You're staring him down like you're ready to commit murder right on the spot, no felony too cruel in your brain as you try and come up with ways to escape the situation. You're stronger than this. He can't make you do anything. "Come on now, stop being such a baby and open up." He tries again, but you refuse, lips not opening at all- truly not bending to his words at all. He's running out of options really. "I'll drive you to hospital in the next fucking minute if you don't fucking lick that spoon clean in the next three seconds." He threatens now, his last effort at trying to get through your thick skull.

He's trying everything he can here, really. From the strong look he sends your way, to the authority in his voice he's using to try and sway your mind. He knows you're stubborn. You've always been- and the challenge you give him has always been more than exciting.

But right now, it's not just a challenge. It's actually serious.

Much to his surprise (and noted for.. future endeavors that don't involve trying to medicate you), you visibly loose all that confidence in going against what he's telling you to do- now staring at the spoon more or less as if you're battling yourself internally, entire posture changing from confidence to something akin to a wounded animal.

"One." He starts, well aware of his chance to strike now, and you whine openly, face morphing into one of terror as you lean back away from both the spoon and him, though you don't leave the couch at all. In a way, usually, he'd instantly use this opportunity to tease the living shit out of you- but he can't. Not when he's actually trying to actively convince you to do something important for him- and yourself. "Two.." He continues to count, voice a bit lower now to appear less threatening. "Come on, I promise I'll leave you alone after this." He tells you more softly now, and you close your eyes for a second- before you reach to hold his wrist, bitter medicine finally being swallowed as you curl in on yourself on the other end of the sofa, unable to see Jungkook finally relax.

He knows you hate hospitals. But you're sick- not infectious, according to the doctor you went to yesterday, but still sick nonetheless. You just can't keep any food down, so he had to do something about it- unable to watch you suffer any longer than you already have been. And while, yeah, he does admit that the medicine tastes absolutely horrible- it works perfect for him, so he's hoping that you'll be able to at least get some soup down in the next few hours or so.

He's trying to take care of you.

"There we go, thank you." He offers after putting the spoon onto his coffee table, before reaching out to run his hand over your back. "You wanna sleep now?" He asks, and you just shrug, something he takes as a somewhat-yes, so he stands up to get you a blanket from his bedroom, searching for one that's a little heavier so you'll maybe feel a bit better while he cooks and leaves you be. When he returns, you're still the exact same he's left you- and he sighs, dimming the light of his apartment before he walks closer to you, tucking the blanket around you.

"Jungkook.." You ask quietly, unsure, because you don't really know what you want to ask him in the first place. Why are you doing this? Why are you suddenly being so nice? Why do you treat me like I'm actually someone you care about?

"Hm?" He wonders, a gentle urge to hear your question, even leaning in to hear you better.

"Nothing." You say instead, simply turning around to face the backrest of the couch, successfully hiding from him in his own apartment. You've always been good at hiding, after all. From your family, from your problems- and now, from him.

Though you're not sure who he is to you, especially right now.

And you don't know if the fact that he doesn't press for an answer should make you feel glad- or disappointed.

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Jungkook used to really fucking hate everything about you.

That changed, as soon as he got into a relationship with you. Because now, he only fucking hates that you don't ever take him seriously- so, progress. Somewhat.

He doesn't want to push for intimacy- hell, he would even say he doesn't need it if he knew you weren't comfortable with those things. But he knows you're more than okay with it, you're actively flirting with everyone around you constantly, especially Jimin of all fucking people. And it pisses him off to no ends, considering you should have eyes for him, and not his best friend who's been fucking around for years at this point. That dick can't satisfy you the way he could.

It's insulting to think of you in any sexual context with Jimin, or anyone else for that matter.

And right now, especially right now, you're truly testing his patience by actively ranting about your 'lack' of intimacy in the present times to him, in his own fucking apartment of all things. As if he's not even in the room. And granted, he's had enough.

"Why do you continue to ignore me sitting right in front of you?" He asks, eyes focused on you as he tilts his head, almost challenging. "You want me, I want you, facts." He shrugs, relaxing into his seat again. "I'm right here." He gestures to himself. "So what's the issue?"

"The issue, Jungkook-" You start, rolling your eyes at him as you make sure to focus on his name in that sentence, "-is that, you know..!" you say, struggling to find words. You actually don't know what the issue is. What is the issue?

"No, I don't know. And that's the fucking problem here." He says back, not as loud as you're talking, but with equally as much bite to his tone. "Am I not attractive to you?" He asks, leaning towards you a little.

Of course he's attractive to you. Why wouldn't he be? Anyone would be stupid not to look at him and realize that he's a pretty handsome guy. "No, that's-" You start, but he won't let you continue.

"Do you think I don't find you attractive?" He asks instead now, and you stammer, unsure of your reply. You don't know if he actually finds you attractive. If he asks that question, does that mean he actually thinks you're pretty? Or are you reading too much into things right now-

"I mean, maybe? What-" You try again, but he cuts you off once more.

"Then what's the problem?" He asks, and that's where you start to yell to get him to listen, in a way. You've always been like that- though it's the first time you're exploding into his face like this.

"You!" You bark out, sighing as you run a hand through your hair. "We're- You know I can't have sex with someone I'm not.. you know, in a relationship with, because I want to have this whole stupid love-thing instead of just screwing someone for the pleasure. I'm not like you Jungkook, I want, you know-" You start pacing now, "-I want romance, and all that useless stuff-" you ramble on, while he chuckles to himself, shaking his head.

"You're so fucking dumb, you know that?" He suddenly says, and you stop right where you're standing, watching as he gets up as well, walking towards you. He's actively backing you up against his kitchen counter now, until you hit the edge, unable to go any further. "What're you talking about?" He shakes his head.

"I said what I said." You mumble, offended by his earlier comment, making him move his hands from his pockets to your cheeks, before he kisses you for the very first time.

Completely out of the blue, for no reason whatsoever. And the worst fucking thing about is, is that you actually like it- that you like the way he kisses you, no instant fuckboy-techniques or anything, just a simple, slow and gentle kiss.

"When I asked you out, in my office." He starts, before he interrupts himself by laughing at your wide eyes, truly visualizing the deer-in-the-headlights kind of look. "I didn't ask you out just for publicity's sake." He chuckles. "But I also couldn't explain anything further because you simply left- which is what you constantly do, by the way." He scolds carefully, still not leaving your close proximity. "You never let me explain things. You always just stay until you hear something you don't like- and then you run with it."

"Wait- so-" You stammer, still a little caught off guard by his actions. "-wait we've been in a relationship for like.. two weeks now-"

"Three and a half, but go on." He teases, still smiling, while you're realizing what's been going on the entire time.

"-And I didn't fucking know?!" You bark, actually astonished at how you didn't connect the dots sooner.

The time he spent with you. The dates he organized. The constant texting, the constant calls, the way he grew soft with you, how he would call you 'baby' or 'darling' for no reason, how he would take care of you, ask how you were doing, all of those things. He didn't do them out of nowhere. He did them because he was dating you.

And you didn't even realize. Or maybe you didn't want to?

"Dumb." He says, flicking your forehead and making you whine from the sting, holding the spot. "Really dumb." He shakes his head. "Let's do it again then."

"Huh?" You wonder, watching how he backs up a little, giving you space. And it makes you a little disappointed. Fuck that.

"I like you. A lot, actually." He offers, hands back in his pockets as he watches you. You nod dumbly at that, watching his every move, making him laugh a bit awkwardly. "Listen, you got to help me out here a little. Usually you'd say something like 'oh me too' in a situation like this." He jokes, imitating your higher pitched voice, and at that, realization truly hits.

Did you ever really hated him?

Or did you just hate what he represented?

That unattainable, unreachable person you know you could love. A person so nice and admirable in your opinion that it makes you sick to your stomach, because you'll have to watch that person move on and be loved by someone that's not you one day. And while you always wished him happiness, you also wished for yourself to be that happiness even more- well aware, that it probably wouldn't ever be the case. You'd been selfishly pushing your anger onto him for no reason these past years, wasting time you could've definitely spent better, by just being an adult and maybe simply talking to him.

You've been so mean to him, for no reason other than your own personal bitterness.

You've been hating him for no better reason than to have someone to blame, someone to hate other than yourself.

"Hey- it's fine if you don't like me like that, no need to cry." He says, moving closer again- but you beat him to it, arms wrapping around his middle as you hide your face in his chest, full on slamming into him.

"I like you." You mumble into his shirt, quietly, but he hears it nonetheless. "I really like you." You repeat, and he just holds you like that for a while, hand running up and down your back.

"Crybaby." He teases.

"Shut up." You respond.

Some things never change.

And that's fine.