𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 - 𝓳𝓳𝓴 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 C.1
chapter 1; ‘i don’t want to know you..’
🖤 # there’s a new face on campus, a new person to learn about from afar. you’re almost sick when he wants nothing more than to get to know you, because, you don’t want to get to know him.
[ pairing - rich!jungkook x photographer!reader ]
~ warnings/tags - reader is a bitch to jimin, aggresive moments (LOL idk how to word it), profanity, put your seatbelts on, jungkook scares the reader but at the same time she asserts her dominance, more to come in chapter 2}
there’s a soft yellow hue shining over the puffy clouds just outside. you sigh tiredly as you eye the rain drops rolling down your dorm room window, schoolbag strapped to your back.
today was another day of exhaustion, you could feel it in your bones. something in you could practically sense the levels of stress that were to come with the fear you felt on the daily of running into jungkook.
you hadn’t seen him since that night.
not in classes, on campus, with other students. it was like he had completely vanished after that night. that’s what worried you.
it was like any day now he’d jump out of the shadows to scare you once again, speak in the condescending tone he carried like an accessory. practically threaten you with his eyes in order to get what he wants.
of course, if he ever came by to present his needs to you again, you’d accept. simply because of the benefits you’d receive. those benefits being he wouldn’t be hiding from you with the intent of reappearing and heightening your stress levels.
brushing off the thought of him, you make move to leave your dorm room. today was not only a day you anticipated to come with exhaustion, but a day you knew would come with your nagging english teacher who expected each student to speak like they lived in the shakespearean times.
unfortunately for you, you were one of many victims. sometimes, you thought maybe you received his nagging much more than others.
the constant holding you back after class to asses your work that didn’t need assessing, the unstoppable anger he’d spew your way about your homework which he was actively correcting when you’d pass on campus. it was tiring.
everything seemed to be tiring for you lately. it was like a never ending cycle of complaining, tiring out, sleeping your life away, actively passing away in classes that bored your brain to extents you didn’t seem possible. you hated life.
not in the sense that you wanted to leave it behind, you grew to dislike the concept of everyday being the same. every single one.
school, home, playing back moments deemed interesting in you head, spiralling, dinner, bed.
you felt like you lived life as a hamster running in a cage, a hamster who spent its day running in the small wheel provided by its owner. just spending your days running in unending loops that ran into connected lines. it didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t escape it.
arriving at the elevator, you’re internally surprised to spot a new face. a new student? or was he visiting? you wonder all the possibilities of the man before you, possibilities answered when he notices your undivided attention from just six feet away.
“i’m here studying dance.” he speaks up and you hum, glancing away from his as quick as you had noticed him. “i’m new.” he adds on and you clasp your hands together in awkwardness, nodding your head as you patiently wait for the elevator arrive.
“what about you?” he asks, stepping closer to you as the elevator arrives. there was something about the closeness of his body that send panic through you, something about someone other than your own mind speaking to you.
you worried if you continued speaking to this guy once the elevator ride was done you were doomed.
“something go to do with english.” you respond vaguely, rushing in through the opening elevator doors and into the empty grey box, pressing the button for the car park.
“oh, cool,” he murmurs, stepping to the side, eyes suddenly brightening upon the sigh of the car park button pressed. confusion doesn’t take long to leave you as he’s quick to point out the cause.
“i drive too.” he smiles brightly and you are in disbelief at the way he’s acting over something common. you can’t help the small smile that finds its way to your face.
“by the way,” he continues speaking and you feel like grabbing the headphones from your bag to place them over your ears. was he always like this? would he leave you alone once you’d both left the elevator?
“what’s your name?” you glance up to him, eyeing the patience in his face; while also momentarily blessing his poor parents who had to endure his copious questions when he was younger. or had he been quieter in his youth?
it’s only now that you give him your eyes that you being to properly look at him. you find it surprising to yourself that you hadn’t noticed the blonde hair he sports. you’re almost jealous from how perfect he seems to suit it.
with blonde hair comes his undeniably attractive features, high cheekbones, plump lips which have you wondering if he’s had them filled in or if they are truly natural. the soft pink colour of them remind you of candy floss.
the longer you look, the more you come to realise he truly born to dance. the way he stood, the build of his body, structure of his face. and his eyes, you couldn’t deny the alluring sight of his eyes. they were sharp and soft all at once, pulled you in and left you wondering just how they truly were.
it’s not until the ding of the elevator sounds that you realise you had been staring the entire time, his body stands rigged and his expression leaks awkwardness as you quickly shake your head and slip out past him to head to your car.
you’d hoped he’d walk away and deem you weird, but unfortunately for you, you’d been born with non existent luck. so, when he called out for you, you simply turned around and sought out his question.
“i never got your name.” he speaks, standing further away with his car keys in his hand, “who said i wanted to give it to you.” you answer calmly and he furrows his brows. he almost looked upset?
“i was just trying to get to know you.” he mumbles as he turns to walk away, “it’s y/n.” you sigh out and he spins around, small smile on his lips. “min y/n.”
the man before you seems pleased, bowing softly before talking once again. “nice to meet you, min y/n.” there’s a beat of silence between you both, your cheeks rush red and you nod, “park jimin.”
confusion is etched on your face and he blows out a breath with a small laugh, “my name, park jimin.” he corrects himself and you hum in acknowledgement, “nice to meet you, park jimin.”
as he opens his lips to speak, you turn away and head for your car. mentally stabbing out your heart in disappointment in yourself.
your momentary empathy had gotten the best of you, leading to an unneeded interaction with a new student. you could only worry about what came with such a slip up.
the first class of the day came like a slap to the face, poetry. mr. hwang was in one of his usual grouchy moods, except, this time it was worse.
you couldn’t count with the fingers on your hands how many students he’d sent out of his classroom for doing simple things like coughing. everyone was on thin ice.
so, when he’d turned to you in hopes to hear you say something intellectual, you’d spluttered and completely messed up; worsening his mood.
it wasn’t a surprise when he kicked you out for opening your water bottle too loudly. you left without a fight and a heavy sigh.
since then, you’d dodged all your classes for the day, much too bothered by his attitude to attend the rest. you had wanted to head for the library but the remembrance of jungkook left you shaken and heading for the campus canteen instead.
there you sat, an apple skinned and cut up, plated up as you held your head in your hands – notes from your creative writing class sprawled out in perfect order.
you’d wished it was the notes that had you feeling so nervous, the upcoming test. but, of course, it was jungkook.
i mean, you didn’t even know him like that? you hadn’t ever seen yourself interacting with such a man, you’d done everything to hide yourself in crowds of people at school, chose the seats furthest from everyone else in classes, hid in you car to eat lunch - yet, you still caught his attention.
“ugh!” you groan, slamming your palms down on the table, attracting the attention of a small group just by your right.
bowing your head apologetically, you turn from the small group and glance up due to the unknown presence that seems to newly linger in front of you.
“what the..” you trail off as you eye the awkward smile on his face, holding out a carton of chocolate milk, “hey.” he says nervously, placing down the chocolate milk, slowly sliding it your way.
“mind if i sit here?” he wonders, a hopeful look on your face that turns down the rejection held on your tongue, “sure, i don’t mind.”
a cheerful smile overtakes jimin’s lips as he quickly sets his bag dow on the floor and sits into the seat in front of you, “i brought this as a friendship gift, in a way? anyway, i saw you had chocolate milk already so i bought this in case you finished the one you already have” he chuckles softly to himself at the end of his ramble and you send a tight smile before thanking him and accepting the chocolate milk.
“so, why’d you avoid school today?” jimin pipes up through the silence created between you both. once he spots your raised brow he’s quick to splutter awkwardly, “i mean- not that i was stalking you or anything, seriously. i wasn’t. the teachers i have simple took the roll for today and i noted your name was on there but you weren’t present.” god, could this kid talk.
“i was feeling sick.” you lie, deciding to play off your absence smoothly rather than ramble on like the bud in front of you.
“hey, i never asked. what is your age?” he asks before laughing at himself in embarrassment, “im sorry, i meant, how old are you?” there was something oddly comforting with the awkwardness jimin seemed to ooze from each simple thing he spoke, although he did tend to annoy you at the same time.
“i’m 20.” you respond quietly, a response that has jimin’s brows shooting up at, “twenty? you’re like a whole child. here i was thinking my 24 was young, holy shitt. so you’re not young you’re just a baby.” he says, following his words along with a chesty laugh before slapping his hand on the table then quickly pulling his hand back, looking to it and wondering if the action he’d just done was even appropriate to do in public.
“you’re insufferable.” you’re honest when you speak and jimin looks to you with obvious offence taken, crossing his arms he purses his lips to keep from snapping back at you. you take joy in that.
whilst you internally argue with yourself, mentally ripping apart the sheets in front of you – jimin watches, patiently waiting for an appropriate time to start a conversation with you.
jimin had just moved into the city, thanks to the hefty sum of money his father received from a hit and run. he thought once you stood next to him by the elevator that he’d make a friend of you. and much to his unsuccessful tactics, you stayed distant around him even though he tried his best to speak with you.
he wondered if something had caused you to be like that. did someone do something to you? or, was something actively doing things to you that made you scared?
pressing the tips of his fingers to his temples, jimin sighs out heavily as he willed his brain to be quiet. the constant thinking he did on a daily basis did not fail to hurt his brain and drive him insane.
there were days that he felt insane with the things he thought, sometimes, he felt as though the words in his head were not his. that they were things someone else put in his head to see what he’d think of them.
“you good?” a feminine voice chirps up and he snaps his eyes up to see your attention is focused solely on him, “uh, yeah. i’m fine.” he sends you half a grin and you slowly nod before looking back down to your sheets, the stress inside your body doubling.
you almost felt sick just knowing everything in front of you had to be learned, whether you liked it or not.
unfortunately, you came from an orphan background. some days you wished you had the parents that passed tragically, because maybe then maybe you’d know they were actually good people and not addicts who fucked you up for life.
with your non existent parents and mental issues, you had no choice but to work hard, you hadn’t exactly paid your way to where you stand now. it was from hard work, and if you were going to work hard to get to a certain part in your life, you were going to work harder to stick at it.
“you’re really gripping those sheets hard.” jimin notices and you glare at him, softening your gaze quickly when you notice the way his eyes widen.
shifting uncomfortably, jimin tries his best to shut his mouth whilst you stare at him, he wants to ask what your problem is. but he can’t, he knows if he even so much as parts his lips, he’ll say something wrong and you’ll more than likely get mad.
he’s quick to regret thinking such, he doesn’t even know you a day and he’s already depicting how your reaction to his words will go. he felt mean. was he mean?
“i’m gonna go.” you blurt out, quickly standing and grabbing your scattered sheets into your folder while jimin watches with scrunched brows and a throat full of unsaid words.
he wanted to be friends with you.
so, he spoke what he’d been wanting to ask you all day. “can i have your number?” fuck. jimin slaps his hand to his forehead and you step back, bag already slung over your shoulder, folder tucked under your other arm.
“sorry?” you question and he slowly stands as you cock a brow and wonder what his intentions are, “so we can be friends.” jimin sighs, “i don’t want your number to be weird, i just want to be friends.”
his confession hits you right in the heart, he wanted to be friends. are you fucking kidding me.
“sure.” the word is out before you even let yourself think, maybe now it was your turn to smack yourself, “it’s **********.”
jimin rushes to pull out his phone and type it in, handing it your way to double check the digits are correct, once done, you pull away from him and usher a quick goodbye.
“text you later!” he says cheerfully and you want nothing more than to sink into the cement floors and disappear. what the fuck were you thinking?
you head towards the canteen exit, head down and belongings held close as you escape int the cold air of the college campus.
it is still bright out considering it’s only just hit six o clock. even though the sun still shines you begin to wonder where all the time has gone.
“i need to get home.” you speak under your breath with frustration, heading for the car park. you wanted nothing more than to sink into the comfort of your bed and sleep today’s memories away.
“what the fuck?” you breathe out, folder resting on the roof of your car as you throw your bag to the ground, hands reaching for the zip to open your bag to start rummaging around for your car keys.
you come out unsuccessful, bag filled with nothing but your pencil case and books. “are you fucking kidding me.” you groan, heels of your palms digging into your eyes with frustration.
you’re in a squat by your car, head in your hands as frustrations overtakes you as a whole.
you didn’t want to search the entirety of the campus for your keys, it would take years. but, so would walking the whole way home.
in your head, you fight with yourself. something you come to realise you have been actively doing all day. it seems like the interaction with jungkook from last night has just put you to an edge that you don’t stand at and fear, but an edge that is slowly crumbling while you hang from it.
you now sit against your car, the entirety of your body working off weak energy. you hadn’t eaten yet today. you immediately regret it now that feel light headed and entirely too tired.
maybe stressing on an empty stomach had been the cause of your unneeded self hatred entering your head left and right.
you grab at your bag once again, checking for any fruit or food that you might have packed. once again, you come back unlucky.
dropping your head back against your car, you let out a groan of annoyance. it seems to you that the second jimin stumbled into your life with his clumsy personality, everything has been going so much worse.
but, you couldn't blame jimin for jungkook who had you on edge. at the end of the day, it was your fault for slipping up and not being secretive about your life enough.
a silence etches over you as you sit next to your car, debating whether you should get up and walk home or sleep by your car for the night.
you're all for the debate settling within your head until a monotonous voice speaks up, a voice you'd dreaded hearing all day. possibly even all your life.
"this is sad." he speaks, causing you to glance up with a frown and notice his all too cocky smirk that he seems to sport way too much around you.
he's leaned back against the car parked next to yours, a singular hand slipped into the pocket of his slacks whilst the other places a cigarette to his lips which he inhales from.
you're in a sour mood just seeing him.
"i haven't made up my mind, jungkook." you seethe, standing up quickly, grabbing your bag with you. "don't worry, baby. that's not what i'm here for." he reassures and you can't help the way your stomach twists with delight hearing that pet name.
except, you're quick to scowl in disappointment when you realise exactly who is giving you these butterflies.
"then what? i have to get home, make it quick." you shoulder on your bag as you patiently wait for him to speak, crossing your arms in the process.
"let me drive you home." he offers, straightening up from the car, tossing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. "not a chance." you breathe out a dry laugh. now it's jungkook's turn to scowl.
"don't fight me on this, y/n." he sighs, unimpressed as he stretches out a hand to grab onto the strap of your schoolbag - an action you can only watch with bug eyes as he pulls it entirely off your back and holds it in his hand. "my car is this way." he begins to step away, only to stop completely when he notices from his peripheral that you're not moving.
with your arms crossed, you send jungkook a glare as he slowly turns to face you. still, unimpressed.
"if that's how you're gonna be, then be it." he shrugs with a sigh, heading towards a blacked out sports car humming quietly in the parking lot. you face away from jungkook, peering into the windows of your car, hoping you'll spot your keys.
minutes pass as you search, only, when you continue your search, you feel a strong pair of hands grab onto you from behind. you open your mouth to yell out for help, only your silenced by a hand that clasps around your mouth.
jungkook chuckles lowly as he throws you over his shoulder, making way for his car and removing his hand from your mouth as you hang from his shoulder defeated.
you don't have the energy to feel scared for the moment playing out, hell, you don't even have the energy to prevent yourself from being kidnapped.
jungkook steps around the open passenger side door, he gently places you into the chair before locking the door and rounding the hood to the driver's side of the car.
you almost thank him for his gentleness once he settles into the driver's side, but you're quick to remember the hostility he's presented your way over a simple thing as requesting you as his photographer.
i mean, he had you locked into the school library for gods sake. you were only lucky to find an open window to get out.
with the energy you don't have to battle him, you sink back into the leather of his car seats and inhale the manly scent of what you take to be his cologne.
"where do you live?" jungkook wonders, stretched over to tap away on some high tech screen in his car. his single question riles you up and you sit up straight to give him a piece of your mind.
"how else am i supposed to drop you home, y/n." jungkook deadpans and you quickly shut your mouth before getting the chance to speak. "right." you're quick to send him an embarrassed smile before telling him the address swiftly, moving to glance out the window once he types it in and begins to drive.
"i want to talk to you." jungkook speaks up through the silence between you both, one hand which had been on the wheel finds its way to your thigh and you snap your head towards him, catching sight of his side profile as he focuses on the road.
"about what?" you echo a question back, hand trailing down to his own to move it away, only you pause - your hand placed over his - at the sound of his question.
"what got you into photography?"
you'd never really been asked that by anyone before, you begin to think as you narrow your eyes at him with suspicion. "confidential." you mutter, swiping his hand away from your thigh. "i'm sure it is." he rolls his eyes playfully, looking to you with a smile...? or was it another smirk?
truthfully, you'd gotten into photography after you'd seen a man in the park taking photos of the ducks. there wasn't really a deep background to it all. and based on the way jungkook had looked at you when he had asked, you knew he assumed some deep shit happened that made you who you are today. maybe there was, it's not like you remembered anyway.
you don't have anymore time to think because he cuts a corner swiftly, causing you to fly over the center console, head landing into his lap. "i've never had a girl offer to give me head while i'm driving before" jungkook mumbles and you shriek in outrage as you pull away from him fast.
"what the fuck!" you yell out and jungkook simply laughs away to himself before calming down, suggesting you do the same as he pulls up the familiar street to your apartment complex.
"you're disgusting." you snap, reaching around the grab hold of your schoolbag, jungkook's hand flying to the front of your top and staying there while you do so.
you're quick to fling your bag from the bag seats, hitting his head in the process. "don't fucking touch me." you warn and he glares at you, smoothing back the gelled hair which had been pulled out of it's posh slick back due to the force of the schoolbag.
"it was riding up." he states and you let a small 'oh', twisting right back into your seat right as he pulls up out front of the reception area. "you know, i wish you lived further away so i could have talked to you more." jungkook says more to himself than you.
he unbuckles his seat belt, climbing out his side and travelling to yours, oepning the door to let you out. "next time, put on your seat belt." jungkook says lowly as he spots the small graze on the side of your hand from the aggressive swing around the corner he had pulled.
"there won't be a next time." you inform him as you slap away his hand and get out of his car yourself, "consider this our last interaction. i won't be taking photos for you." you finish and his jaw tightens, a hard look on his face.
giving him your back, you walk away, only yo be pulled back and shoved against his car. not hard enough to hurt, hard enough to jostle you.
"what do you want now." you whine, jungkook steps in front of you, face much too close to your own. "this isn't the last time." he speaks harshly, quietly. "you don't get to decide when i stop seeing you, i get to decide when this ends." he delivers it straight to your heart, shocking fear through your veins.
"i'll see you first thing tomorrow." jungkook let's you go upon seeing someone behind you both, not wanting to finish the conversation. you look behind, spotting jimin?
you step out of jungkook's hold, watching as he closes the passenger door, heading to the driver's side where jimin simply nods at him. a nod he ignores. prick.
before heading into his car, jungkook looks to you. "i'll see you tomorrow, baby." with that, he climbs into his seat, starting the car and heading off with a roaring engine. leaving you to look at jimin who sends you a confused look.
you don't wait around to hear what jimin has to say, you turn on your heels and boot it towards the reception to get to the elevator as quick as you can.
you can't help but think of jungkook's words as you approach the elevator. "you don't get to decide when i stop seeing you, i get to decide when this ends." is this where you realise you're eternally doomed?
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