wonyqt

[wonyqt]

TOO BAD FOR US

summary at a frat party, you watch jungkook let naeun flirt with him, jealousy boiling over into a fight outside. he pulls you back in with possessive words and empty promises, and despite knowing better, you let him. the cycle repeats—love, pain, and a bond that destroys you both.

pairing toxic bf jungkook x toxic gf (f) reader

disclaimer this is my first time writing, so please be kind! i’m still learning and open to constructive feedback. hope you enjoy the story!

he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, one hand wrapped around a red cup, the other shoved into the pocket of his jeans. his jaw tightens as he listens to something jimin is saying, but you barely register their conversation.

because standing way too close to him, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, is naeun.

your blood runs hot. it’s always her.

she laughs at something—something jungkook says. it’s not even funny. you know because you know him, and he doesn’t make jokes for people like her.

yet he doesn’t pull away.

your grip tightens around your own drink, fingers digging into the plastic as sua leans in close. “you’re going to kill someone with that glare,” she murmurs into your ear.

“she’s pathetic,” hyerin chimes in, popping a piece of gum between her teeth. “always throwing herself at him.”

you inhale sharply, telling yourself to look away. to let it go. but you can’t. because jungkook is yours.

and he shouldn’t be letting her throw herself at him like that.

before you know it, your feet are moving. the crowd parts for you like they can sense the storm brewing under your skin. when you reach jungkook, you slide a hand up his arm, nails pressing just hard enough to remind him who he belongs to.

“hey, baby,” you say sweetly, tilting your head.

jungkook glances down at you, his expression unreadable. “you good?”

you aren’t. not when naeun is still standing there, smirking like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“hi, y/n,” she says, feigning innocence. “i was just telling jungkook about—”

“i don’t care,” you cut her off, smiling through clenched teeth.

jungkook exhales, shifting his weight. “y/n, don’t start.”

“are you seriously defending her right now?” your voice wavers, but your grip on him only tightens.

naeun hums, folding her arms. “it’s not that deep. we were just talking.”

you let out a sharp laugh. “right. because you always ‘just talk’ to guys in relationships.”

the tension is suffocating now. jimin and taehyung exchange wary glances, while sua and hyerin stand behind you. but none of it matters. because all you care about is him.

and he isn’t saying anything.

jungkook runs a hand through his hair, jaw clenching. “you’re making a scene,” he mutters under his breath.

something in your chest cracks.

a scene. that’s what he thinks this is. not a betrayal, not a violation of the trust you’ve given him—just an inconvenience.

your hands tremble as you step back, blinking away the sting behind your eyes. “you know what, jungkook?” a bitter smile curling at your lips. “go ahead. talk to her. flirt with her. hell, take her home for all i care.”

he looks at you then, really looks at you. but you don’t wait for a response.

because you’re already walking away.

how could he do that? how could he just stand there and let her—

“y/n!”

you don’t have to turn around to know it’s him. you can recognize jungkook’s voice anywhere—low, rough, and laced with frustration.

you swallow hard, but your pride won’t let you stop.

“y/n, stop.”

before you can take another step, a strong hand grips your wrist, spinning you around. the moment you’re face to face, your resolve wavers. his dark eyes burn into yours, his breathing uneven, like he ran after you.

like he cares.

“let me go,” you mutter, trying to yank your arm away.

jungkook doesn’t. instead, he steps closer, the scent of his cologne and alcohol wrapping around you like a drug. “what the hell was that?” his voice is controlled, but there’s an edge to it.

you let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “are you seriously asking me that?”

“you embarrassed me,” he bites out, eyes flashing.

your stomach twists. “i embarrassed you?” your voice rises. “maybe you should’ve thought about that before letting her hang all over you.”

jungkook’s jaw tightens. “i didn’t do anything.”

“that’s the problem!” the words spill out before you can stop them. “you never do anything, jungkook. you just stand there and let her act like i don’t exist.”

his grip on your wrist loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go. “you’re overreacting.”

and that’s what does it. the casual dismissal, the way he makes you feel like you’re crazy for wanting something as simple as respect.

you exhale shakily, blinking up at him. “i hate you.”

the words come out soft, barely above a whisper. but they shake something between you.

jungkook flinches, his lips parting slightly like he wasn’t expecting that. like he doesn’t realize how much he’s hurt you.

but then, something shifts. his fingers tighten around your wrist again, pulling you closer. and just like that, the anger in his eyes turns into something else—something darker.

possessiveness.

“you don’t,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, almost gentle. “you could never hate me.”

and the worst part? he’s right.

because no matter how much he breaks you, no matter how many times he makes you feel like nothing, you always come back.

always.

a shaky breath escapes your lips as he leans in, his forehead brushing against yours. “i’m yours,” he whispers. “you know that, right?”

still, when his lips press against yours, you don’t pull away.

because you’re his too. even if it destroys you.

his lips move against yours with desperation, like he’s trying to erase everything that just happened—erase the fight, the jealousy, the pain. and like always, you let him.

because this is what you do.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, pulling him closer, as if closing the space between you will somehow fill the void in your chest. his hands slip around your waist, gripping you tight—too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. but you never do.

you never will.

when he finally pulls away, his forehead stays pressed against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “i don’t want anyone else,” he murmurs.

you swallow hard, your hands still trembling from the anger that hasn’t fully faded. “then act like it.”

his jaw clenches, but he nods, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “i will.”

and you believe him. because you always do.

the door to the frat house swings open, laughter spilling into the night air. you glance over jungkook’s shoulder and see naeun stepping out, her eyes locking onto yours for a fraction of a second before she smirks and walks away.

your stomach knots.

jungkook notices. “hey,” he murmurs, tilting your chin back to face him. “don’t.”

but how can you not? how can you not feel the doubt, the insecurity, the constant fear that no matter what he says, he’ll never be yours the way you want him to be?

still, you nod, forcing a smile. “okay.”

his lips brush against your forehead, lingering for just a moment before he pulls away. “come back inside?”

you know you should say no. that you should walk away, let the night end with some semblance of dignity. but when he looks at you like that—like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to reality—you can’t.

so you take his hand.

and just like that, the cycle resets.

because no matter how much he hurts you, no matter how many times you swear it’s the last, you know the truth.

you’ll always choose him.

even if it destroys you.