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Want It All - Part 2

change comes in many forms. for jungkook, it's flowers, love notes, and chocolate. for you, it's the slow realization that perhaps you don't hate him the way you say you do.

» genre: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers fr!

» wc: 14k :)

Part 1 | Part 2

much to your dismay, you learn what it’s like to say no to jeon jungkook.

but not in the way you already knew. he texted nonstop. never called, he wanted it to be one-sided. he didn’t want you to think you had to reply to him until you wanted to. he left gifts for you, and your cat, which he found you were hiding in your apartment despite not being allowed to have pets.

he wrote you notes and would leave them in all kinds of places. you’d find them in school, in your desk, on your work-computer, all places you figured were easy for him to have access to. then it was your daily barista telling you a man already paid for your drink, and asked to hand you this note (then she told you your boyfriend was cute..). even sooyung was approached by him to ask about leaving a few in your apartment, and offered to hand deliver them if she was uncomfortable with doing that. she agreed to do it, but was sure to let you catch her the first time so you wouldn’t worry how he was getting them inside. (even though his note mentioned this as well, you were surprised at the lengths he’d gone to).

“really y/n, he’s doing a whollleee lot to get on your good side.”

you hummed, “yeah, i’ve noticed.”

she examines you, “then why haven’t you replied to him?”

you sigh, “i really don’t know what to do.” she looks at you and you continue, “i’m torn between wanting to tear him limb from limb because of what he did and how he’s treated me, but at the same time, if he hadn’t really changed, then why go through all these hoops to make me forgive him?” she nods. “i just, i don’t want to look like the fool again for forgiving him when he snaps out of it.”

“maybe he’s actually getting his shit together?”

you frown, “unlikely. he probably just wants back on my good side so we can continue the plan.”

she ticks her head to the side, “and? what’s wrong with that?” she chuckles, “do you want something more from him?”

you can’t rationalize why you decide to text jungkook the next morning. you hate him, that much you knew. but you were curious to know what he wanted from you. only then, you thought, could you have your closure.

he’s in the small coffee shop before you are. he flags you down, “i ordered for you, hope you don’t mind. if you don’t want it i’ll get you something else.” you look down, not surprised he remembered your drink seeing as he asked or noticed when he told the barista last time. “I’m glad you answered me, and again, i’m sorry.”

“i still don’t know if i can forgive you, but at the very least, i think we should pick up where we left off.”

he nods, “okay, you mean being friends or with the plan?”

“with the plan. lord knows trying to befriend you is a bigger waste of time than politics.”

he looks offended for a second but doesn’t comment on it. “okay, sounds fair. so, what should our next date be then?”

you hum, “what about taehyung, did you ever get back to him?”

he nods, “oh yeah! just recently, though. we’ve hung out twice one-on-one since i told him you’d been busy with work, then sick, i was running out of excuses until he told me, him and minji broke up.”

you look at him, “they broke up?” he nods, “... did he say how that went?”

he laughs, “clearly not well, or, maybe well, they’re back together now, i think.”

you chuckle, “yeah, sounds like minji.”

you spend the rest of the hour discussing plans with jungkook and waiting for taehyung to agree to it. you sit back in the cozy booth, god you love coffee shops. the place wasn’t as busy as it normally was. you’ve been here long enough to watch it move from its peak to it’s calmest.

“taehyung and minji are in.” jungkook says, pulling your attention back to him.

you nod, “okay sounds good.”

jungkook picks you up at nine that night, rather late to be bowling, but you soon realize bowling is second entertainment to drinking and socializing, to these people.

when you got there people were loosely playing, and more focused on conversation.

jungkook was not one of these people. “hope you’re not all talk kook, it’d be a shame to lose in front of not one but two, pretty ladies.”

you bare a grin towards taehyung and minji takes a seat in the half-lounge, “oh taehyung, stop it.”

he kisses her cheek then asks, “8’s for both of you?” you both nod but minji bats her eyes, “yes please!” and sends them both on their way. you sit on the other side of her, leaving three seats between you and she chuckles, “do you think i’ll bite?”

you laugh, “no, but i do.”

she finds both amusement and slight offense to you, “come on y/n, lighten up a bit. we’re just bowling.”

“so you weren’t purposefully staring me down at the bar? shit intimidation tactic, i’ll tell you.”

she guffaws sarcastically, “intimidation? why would i be trying to intimidate you?” you simply look at her as if you’re uninterested in her, “i really liked the skirt you were wearing. couldn’t help but remember how much jungkook likes skirts,” she scoots two seats closer and leans over the last, “always told me it was easy access.” you scoff at her audacity, and applaud yourself for seeing through her from the beginning, “no shame from me though! i clearly get the enticement.” she looks around, the boys are busy at the bar, ordering food and drinks, “if it was anyone else, i’d probably try to scare you off. tell you if i simply asked, i’d have him back.”

“doubt that.”

she laughs, “but i won’t, because jungkook isn’t worth it.”

your brows furrow. you hadn’t been even the slightest bit offended at anything she’d said so far, but that, that one stirred you. “what do you mean?”

she shrugs, “don’t get me wrong, he’s as close to perfect a girl could get, but c’mon, he’s a troubled guy. he’s privileged, yeah, but his dad isn’t wanting to give him the company. that pretty much depletes his value to girls like us. good for a fuck though! that's for damn sure.” she laughs.

you look at her absolutely disgusted, “god, you’re a terrible person.”

she just grins, “taehyung is the whole package. so consider jungkook, my gift to you.”

you roll your eyes, “just leave us alone and all will be well.”

“oh y/n, you’re as funny as ever.” she giggles as the boys return to your table.

jungkook hands you a drink and slides into the seat beside you, “they weren’t serving tequila so i got the next best thing.”

you sipped what he handed you and looked at him, recognizing the familiar taste, “did you make me this at your place?” he nods with a large grin, “oh yeah, i really liked this one.” you place the drink on the small table, “i have to say though,” you place your hand on his leg and stare up at him dreamily, “your’s was much better.”

he stares back at you then leans down to your ear, “i’m going to kiss you.” then as promised, his lips meet yours and his hand ghosts along your jaw.

it was a sickeningly sweet kiss, and the act doesn’t stop when your kiss ends. you have to keep this act up the entire night.

“okay, ladies first?” taehyung says. “y/n, minji? either of you want to go first?”

“oh! i will!” minji jumps up, her mini skirt moving with her legs, an outfit all too inappropriate for bowling. suddenly you remember what she said about jungkook liking skirts. you hold back the disgusted face you make as you watch minji take her first turn “awe, only two?” she pouts, grabbing her ball and re-trying, only to hit three total.

“it's okay baby, you’re just warming up.” taehyung tells her, throwing an arm around her and nuzzling into her side.

“your turn then baby.” jungkook smiles at you and you nod, picking up the ball with your entire hand, then examining it, you see the three holes but you’re still unsure so you turn to jungkook, “how do i hold this?”

he looks at you perplexed, “how do you hold, a bowling ball?” he asks, you nod. he chuckles and stands to help you, easily taking the weighted ball from your hands and turning it to demonstrate for you, “you put three fingers in like this.” he says, “i can’t, because my fingers would probably get stuck.”

he hands the ball back to you and you giggle, taking it into your hands and holding it just as he did, “haha, dirty.”

you hear him laugh behind you, “did you say that’s dirty?” you nod with a grin and he continues to chuckle, “dirty mind.” he places a hand on your back and directs you to the wooded area. “ideally, you’re gonna walk about two steps, then swing the ball back, then fourth, then let go, and ONLY let go when the ball is in front of you.”

“only let go when it’s aimed at the pins, okay.” you put yourself in a position that feels rather unnatural and jungkook sighs behind you, putting his hands around you to direct you, “relax.” he says, beside your ear. he steps away and demonstrates what he’s telling you and you copy him. “good.” he grins, “now try it.”

you take a deep breath and try to do it just as well as he showed you, but you roll yourself a loudly bouncing straight-to-the-gutter ball. you turn and pout to jungkook who’s smiling like you hit a strike on your first go. “don’t worry baby, you get one more try.”

you take the ball and do the same thing, and get the same results. you slouch back beside jungkook with a sour face, “this game sucks, no wonder i’ve never played.”

he laughs and sits up, “well, hopefully you learn by watching.” jungkook takes the ball he picked out, naturally grabbing it and walking up to the row before performing exquisite technique. he almost earns himself a spare his first turn, only missing one after splitting the first time.

you celebrate his early lead and grab his hand when he sits down. this role is actually starting to be fun. you feel like a different person, like a character. taehyung gets up to take his two turns and minji scoots over to the two of you.

“so y/n, i heard you didn’t get picked for the internship with mr.kim,” she starts, much to both you and jungkook’s dismay, “where did you end up?” she asks, no doubt she’s only asking because she thinks you had to settle for something below your level. “or better yet, who got it, if not you?”

she grins but your expression remains upbeat. “oh, funny story actually!” you direct jungkook’s hand onto your own lap and her eyes follow before going back to yours, “jungkook actually got it, who would’ve thought right? not you, surely.”

her expression changes but she keeps the fake smile, “oh really? that's great! congrats jungkook.” she grins to him. “so, if he got it, where did you end up?”

“oh! at his fathers company.” i tell her, watching in the utmost amusement as her face drops, making her completely readable.

“his dads company? but, they don’t even accept students, do they?”

you nod, “you’re right, they don’t. but they made an exception for me.” you smile achingly at her and she leans back in her seat. “clearly i made a great enough impression on his dad, he even introduced jungkook and i.” you lean into your ‘boyfriend’ when you mention him. you’re sure by his silence he’s probably shitting bricks about this conversation. you don’t blame him.

“wow!” she says, “well,” she grabs her drink, “cheers to the both of you and your success.”

“cheers to that.” you clink your glass against hers and take a sip.

“minji! you’re up!”

you look to jungkook who looks back at you with a small smile. you chuckle, “i handled that pretty well.”

he nods, “very well, i would have probably stuttered at least a little bit. she is intimidating.”

you hum, “yeah, you obviously have a type.”

he frowns at you, “what-”

“my turn again! i think i’m gonna bowl with my other hand.”

“your other hand? are you ambidextrous?” taehyung laughs, drink in hand and minji in lap.

you shrug, “maybe! i can’t get worse, it’s worth a try.”

you take your turn with your other hand and it goes much better than the last, you even manage to hit a few pins. “woo!” you put your hands in the air when you manage to knock down over half. “hell yeah!” you celebrate, double high-fiving jungkook as you sit down and switch out spots.

the rest of the night goes on much smoother than the beginning. you even think you may enjoy bowling, that is, if you continue to be good at it. because what's the fun in it when you’re not? you walk away a winner in more ways in one, not only was it an objectively great night of socializing, drinking, and jungkook winning, but you also silenced minji.

after her disgusting performance and rant about jungkook, you were more than glad to mention he was awarded mr. kim’s spot (knowing it was a strictly merit-based position, that his father couldn’t have known he was even considered for, because if his dad wanted him to intern big, he would simply take him on, and he didn’t.) and even better, that you accomplished the impossible. every girls dream, his father likes you enough to introduce you to his attractive, soon-to-replace-me son. your future is a given with these circumstances and she knows it.

your only mistake was believing she would wallow in her own defeat.

as the boys were talking and bidding their goodbyes, you checked your phone, not interested in conversing with minji anymore, but she had other plans.

“hey, y/n.”

you pause and look at her, “yeah..?”

she grins, “you know, what i said back there.” she smirks, biting her lip and looking down at your feet, “that i’d be kind enough to give him to you?”

you nod and chuckle, “let me guess, want him back now?”

she grins, “no.” you raise your brows, “want you to break up with him, as soon as possible.”

you laugh, “why on earth would i do that?”

she shrugs, “the choice is yours. give him up and spare your heart and reputation, or wait until he leaves you for me.” she says snarkily, you hold back a fit of laughs at the premise of it all. “i’m being nice, even letting you know ahead of time and not just doing what i want.”

you hum, “okay, minji.” she grins, “really?”

“for the small price of a million dollars.” you joke, her face drops.

“a million? really? i mean, it's a bit steep sure-”

“it was a joke, minji.” you tell her, temporarily forgetting who you were dealing with. that’s probably not even a fraction of what she has in her trust fund. “i’m not pimping out my boyfriend nor listening to your empty threats. get a life.”

she huffs and you almost think she’ll throw a tantrum as you walk away from her and cozy up next to jungkook, who is deep in conversation with taehyung about some niche video game. its a true shame he ended up with minji, he seems like a really great guy.

jungkook wraps his arms around you and lets taehyung finish his sentence before looking down at you, “well we should probably get going before she drags me off.” they laugh, “we should totally do this again sometime!”

you close the car door immediately and let your head fall back with a loud, exaggerated, sigh.

jungkook looks at you and chuckles, starting the car, “that bad? really?”

you look to him, “oh, no, we did great, it’s just fucking minji.” you groan and he laughs.

“yeah i may have forgotten how terrible she was.”

“she threatened me to break up with you.”

he stops the car from moving, having just begun backing out and looks at you, “she did what?”

you look at him shocked, “yeah, she said i had two options: break up with you or she’ll ‘take you’” you say with air quotes and a giggle. “i mean, god it's funny but it's just so childish and annoying.”

he looks at you wordlessly before turning his attention back to driving. he remains speechless until you’re on the road, “i’m not sure what she’ll try to do, but rest assured when she realizes she can’t bribe or manipulate me, you, or my dad, she’ll give up.”

you think, “how do you know your dad won’t like the idea of you being with her rather than me?” his father liking you so much is a factor you were riding on for this plan to work, you definitely didn’t need minji meddling to change that.

he shakes his head, “i can’t believe you’d even ask that.”

you frown, “well she comes from a good family, i don’t.”

he shakes his head, “my mom didn’t either. she humbled him, grounded him. he likes the idea that i would fall in love the same way he did.” he looks at you for a moment, “he wants me to have the life he had, before my mom left.” you realize now you’ve never questioned the different last names between him and his father.

“so is it your mother’s last name you have?” he nods calmly. “why not your fathers?”

he looks at you, “it was my decision.” he shakes his head, “it’s not important though.” you watch him start the car, “but that’s why being with you really makes that much of a difference. the more like-him i act, the closer i get.” he grins widely, “and i have to say, i’ve been working on myself a lot lately, and i think i’m doing really well. i think he’s finally happy with me.”

jungkook’s positive attitude is comforting, but you’re still weary of how much of a ‘changed man’ he really is.

it's easy to be someone else for a little while, you thought.

two weeks pass and you and jungkook see each other three more times. you were growing too busy as the week went on to promise him any weekend plans. jungkook said he understood though, and left it at that.

or so, you thought he left it.

you were grabbing a snack for you and your coworker in the break room when a younger, newer girl with rimmed glasses poked her head in, “y/n, right?” you nod and she grins, “uh, there’s someone waiting for you at your station.” her cheeks were flushed and you began to panic thinking what could this possibly be.

the elevator feels infinitely slow to reach your floor and when the door dings you look over to your small assigned desk, to see just about every female, and male, coworker lined up, and the main attraction? jungkook, of course.

you grit your teeth and approach him, “jungkook! whatareyoudoinghere.”

he smiles sweetly at you, “just visiting.” he pulls a small bouquet out from behind his back, “and i come bearing gifts.”

everyone swoons and you are deeply annoyed but don’t dare show it. “oh wow, they’re so cute!” you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“you guys throwing a party without me?” a louder, familiar voice asks, everyone parts ways for mr.lee, who looks equally as surprised to see jungkook. “oh!” he says, looking between me and him, “so you’ll come to visit your girlfriend but not to visit your old man?” he grins, throwing an arm around jungkook and messing up his hair, “all comes with time, i suppose.” he grins at him, “alright, back to your stations.” he says lightheartedly.

after the small crowd dissipates he looks back to us, “glad to see you here, even if it’s for personal reasons.” mr.lee tells him.

“actually, i came for both. you just found me the same time she did.” he tells him. “i’d actually really enjoy it if you could show me around, now that you’re almost done with renovations and improvements, yeah?” jungkook leads his dad in the opposite direction to tour him, which he does with the utmost glee and jungkook looks back smiling, sending you a wink. as annoying as it was, you suppose you could stomach the embarrassment if it was for this.

after they’re plenty gone, the questions begin to pour in. it all started with the married woman beside you, “are you actually dating mr. lee’s son?”

“how long have you been together?”

“how did you meet?”

“what’s he like?”

“is that how you convinced mr. lee to give you a spot here, even as a student?”

that was the question you were anticipating. was it rude and presumptuous? yes. would you have assumed the same? also yes.

you smile sweetly, answering a few basic questions, “we’ve been together for around two months.” “mr. lee introduced us at the charity event.” “he is sweet and charming, clearly!” “we met after i started my internship here.” “i would appreciate you all respecting my privacy, i’m afraid i’m not very comfortable answering any more questions about my personal life.”

the day ends with you finishing a reasonable amount of work. you wanted to do more, but jungkook’s stunt created a rather large bump in the road.

“you ready to go?”

about an hour and a half past shift, with little to no one left, he asks.

“are you finished?” you ask him, he nods. “okay, let’s go.”

jungkook notices the way you avoid being near him and how you answer his questions with single words. you don’t even argue with him for the aux, so decides to ask. “y/n?” you hum, “are you alright?” you look at him, you hadn’t expected him to pick up on it or care enough to point it out. “did i make you mad again?” he sighs.

you furrow your brows, “not really, no.” you tell him, “honestly, it’s not your fault.”

he frowns, “what's not my fault? you know i’m trying to change right? you can tell me when i screw up. it’ll probably happen a good amount.” he chuckles.

you shake your head, “no, jungkook, you are doing fine. great, even. seems like your dad is starting to notice.”

“are you noticing?”

you look to him but he doesn’t look back, “i guess. it’s good you’re finally getting your life together. i get that this may not have been an easy thing to do, but it's going to take even more effort to maintain it.”

he nods, “i know, so, what is it that's got your panties in a twist, and not in a good way?” he grins, he is still jungkook, i suppose.

you shake your head, “it’s nothing really, don’t worry.”

he scowls, “but you said it was something i did, shouldn’t i know what i did?”

“i shouldn’t be upset. that's the issue. it has less to do with you and more my distaste for people being in my business.”

he nods silently. “so you didn’t like me surprising you.”

you shrug, “from a strategic standpoint that was the smartest thing you’ve done.” you chuckle, “i just hate how people think you owe them information on your lovelife. fake or not.”

you’re just ranting now. this had little to do with jungkook, considering he only did it for his dad to see.

he smiles, “i get where you’re coming from. if i had a real girlfriend, i think i would want to keep her away from the public eye. i know that’s likely impossible, but i also don’t like people feeling entitled to my personal life.” you laugh at the connection he fails to make. you were the type of guy to do that mere months ago. but whatever. “oh, and, my dad really took well to that stunt, so your temporary embarrassment, highly paid off.” he holds up an “ok” sign and grins.

“glad to hear. so things are working well then?”

he nods, “oh yeah, definitely. they’re already asking me when i’m going to start bringing you around.”

“bringing me around where?”

“well, as my dates to events and stuff, dinners my dad hosts, or even just our family dinner. yejun just wants to talk your ear off, she’s already driven my dad crazy asking about you.” this is your first time hearing his dad’s wife’s name, you figured she was likely too tipsy to properly introduce herself when you first met.

“does she ask you?” he nods, “and…? what do you tell her?”

“i tell her if i know the answer, if i don’t i just tell her she’ll have to ask you when she sees you again.”

you sigh, this fake relationship stuff is becoming more emotionally taxing than you bargained for. “just, let me know whenever that time comes. i don’t have any preference. as long as it’s a believable timeline.”

“a believable timeline?”

you nod, “yeah? how long had you been dating your last girlfriend before she met your parents.”

he pauses, pulling onto my street. “i’ve never.”

you look at him. he looks at you. you break first, and his laughter follows. “okay, okay, just, whenever is fine then.”

you know what you told jungkook. he said he wouldn’t see anyone other than you during the duration of your fake relationship, and you comprehended how hard that must have been. and you also understand that you loosely agreed. this was a time when jeon jungkook was as much “romance” as you had in your life. you didn’t see the point in seriously dating in school. not when half the student body moves away and you’re split between two-worlds. it just wasn’t obtainable.

you always told yourself you’d keep an open-mind though. you’d surely make an exception for the right one.

you also didn’t consider that the guy in your study group that you had been eyeing, would actually ask you out on a date.

so there you stood, literature classics in hand, in the library, putting himself so viantly on the line and at your mercy. how the hell are you supposed to respond. you know you should say no, out of respect. but you also know it must have taken him a great deal of courage to do what he’s doing. he’s quiet, introverted, and doesn’t seem to make friends or socialize that well. you assume that’s the reason he’s single, and not for his lack of attractiveness.

because he was definitely easy on the eyes, dressed well, even smelled nice. the man just could not talk to women.

he scratched the back of his neck, “i-i’m so sorry for asking so suddenly, i know we don’t know each other that well, and please don’t feel obligated to say yes-”

“sure!” idiotidiotidiot.

“oh! really?” he visibly relaxes, “are you sure?”

“yeah, a study date sounds great!” he grins charmingly, you feel like melting, already picturing the life you could have, seeing that everyday. get a fucking grip.

“i’ll walk you out and we can talk about it?” he offers, you nod, walking side-by-side on campus.

it’s not terrible, what you’re doing. the only issue with going on a date with him is a) jungkook being upset you lied to him (which you feel you should be ranking low on the list, considering the massive amount of shit he’s put you through, but still, you feel guilty) and b) what are you supposed to tell this guy, if he were to find out.

you don’t have all the answers, but you assume they’ll come with time.

he invites you for a coffee on thursday and you don’t reject his offer. you get to know him a little, his story was bland, to say the least. some people are simply boring people. which makes his invite to a party all the more surprising.

you’re sitting beside him in one of the common rooms when a guy recognizes him, very excitedly giving him a “bro” hug. and asking him if he’ll see him (insert dramatic frat guy voice) at the party tomorrow night.

his eyes show the slightest bit of shock or, maybe nervousness? you weren’t sure why he reacted that way or why he took so long to reply to him. “uh, yeah! i think i’ll make an appearance.”

the other boy laughs, “uh, yeah, duh, you kind of have to.” he looks to me and i give him a grin, “oh shit! you’re on a date, my bad.” we both nod, “see you later!”

he sits back down and apologizes, “sorry, younger guys get so attached to me for some reason.”

“what did he mean by you kinda have to be at that party?”

he looks down, “uh, i’m really not sure.”

you raise your eyebrows, “then you wouldn’t mind if i came then, right?”

he looks at you shocked, “oh, really? you wanna go?” you nod. “oh, well, i guess i can ask for one more invite-”

“it’s an invite-only kind of thing?” he nods tentatively, “who has your invites then?”

you don’t want to come on too strong, but this whole thing wasn’t adding up and you knew it. not that you were suspecting foul play or anything, you really believed this guy to be harmless. you just figured there was something else he wasn’t telling you.

“well, i kind of owed a friend some money that i knew i couldn’t pay back so i gave my tickets to them in exchange.” you hum, unsure if you believe that story or not. you conclude it was plausible enough to believe, and you’re just being distrustful. “i-i can definitely ask for another though,” he grins at you, “i’m pretty sure they’d make an exception for a girl like you, so, consider yourself invited.”

the party was a week away and you declined your new interest, jihun’s, dinner invitation. you realized as much as you enjoyed his company, you really ought to slow down. which you were thankful for in the end, once jungkook called you friday night. “hello..”

“y/n! please tell me you’re free this saturday.”

you hum over the phone, “i could be for a few hours, i guess-”

“perfect! you’ll be attending some fancy banquet dinner with me. i really don’t know what it's for just that-” jungkook drones on about the most trivial details.

“jungkook.”

“.. yeah?”

“just tell me the dress code and when you’re going to pick me up.”

he chuckles and give you the information you needed. “i’m assuming it's fancy cocktail, do you have dresses for this or do we need to go shopping?” he asks, rather arrogantly.

“of course i have cocktail dresses jungkook.”

he hums, “so you won’t mind if i swing by to examine your wardrobe?”

you huff, “whatever helps you sleep at night jungkook.”

he sounds slightly testy when he responds, “sorry, i figured i’d spare you the embarrassment of being looked down on by snobby millionaires and offer to buy you a dress. so sorry! i’ll never do such a thing again-”

“okay i get it! just come around 7.”

“you got it boss.”

and jungkook was at your door at 6:52pm, dressed casually like he rolled out of bed, and you guess from his tired eyes and bed head he probably did. his hair, which you learned was usually styled, straightened, gelled, or a mix of the three was none of the above. he let his naturally outgrown brown curls rest atop his head and you temporarily wonder why in god's name he would ever change it to something else if he looks like that, naturally.

he furrows his brows at you when you take an unnatural amount of time to close the door, too busy admiring him. “did you forget i was coming?” he asks.

you quickly shake your head, “no, no! sorry, you just look different.”

he ticks his head, “different?” you hum, “different how?” you shrug, “different good?”

“oh, yeah.” he stands silent, making you continue your babbling, “i just haven’t seen you with your hair like that, i guess. or if i have, i haven't noticed.”

he runs his hands through his hair, “oh, my bad. i usually do it before i go out but i took a shower before i left.”

your female pheromones begin to work extra hard and you chalk it up to the absolute dry spell that has been since you slept with jungkook almost four months ago. any woman in your position would probably jump him, but you are stronger than that.

you also don’t even really like him as a person.

“the dresses are in the closet, probably on the top but i could be wrong.” you point towards your bedroom and he follows, he gets about two steps past your bed before his head snaps down to the floor.

you quickly notice his lack of attention and follow his eyes to the one and only.

“kitty! knock it off you mongrel.” you bend down to push his head back from attacking anymore ankles and he cries out dramatically.

when you stand again jungkook laughs, “i wondered where he was. no wonder they haven’t found that cat, by the time they do it’s too late.”

you chuckle, “yeah i took him off the streets and he just refused to leave the house so he’s mine now i guess.” jungkook nods and bends down, which you quickly warn him against looking for your cat, (who you’ve tried renaming but only responds to kitty, if he responds at all). “if you stick your head under the bed to look for him he will throw hands.”

jungkook takes your advice and instead tries to lure your cat out by tapping on the ground. he is only rewarded with swatting fists. “did you come just to play with my cat or did you want to dissect my wardrobe?”

he stops teasing the cat and pouts, “i bet your dresses are fine actually, this is much more entertaining.”

you sigh, reaching down to grab his hand and drag him up to his feet. “come on, he could do that all day.”

“will he come out?” jungkook asks, almost like an excited child. as soon as you make the connection you can’t help but ask, “did you have pets growing up?”

he pouts even further, “no.”

you grin, “if he doesn’t come out on his own i’ll see what i can do.” he lights up and you spin him around, “until then, tell me what i should wear.”

you sit back on your bed as jungkook pulls out every ‘maybe’ dress he can find in your closet and puts it on the chair. you’re checking your phone when you hear a quiet, low, “oh.”

you sit up on your bed and look at him, staring into your closet. “jungkook.”

“yeah..”

“did you find everything? what’s the verdict.”

he stares off for a second more, then glances at your dresses. he only pulled three which worries you. “these dresses are okay, but they won’t make an impression.” he says, reaching into your closet again and pulling out something that has your eyes widen and your mouth hanging open. he turns to you with a smirk, “but if you wear this underneath you’d certainly impress me.” you spring to your feet and try to take your lingerie out of his grimy hands and he does everything in his power to stop you from taking it. “stop chasing it! i’ll put it back!”

he does as promised then turns back to you, “oh you’re red, red.” you sigh. he laughs, “come on, what are you embarrassed for? that’s hot.”

you furrow your brows, “yeah, clearly, and not for your eyes!”

he scoffs, “what do you mean, ‘not for my eyes’ need i remind you once upon a time you did sleep with me?”

you sigh, “oh you mean when you used me? yeah remember that very vividly jungkook.”

the sex was great, you would never deny that. you had undeniable chemistry, and had you found him under different circumstances you were sure you’d have a lot of fun, but that wasn’t your reality. instead, he used sex as a means to get to you, as a trap.

he looks at you solemnly, “i’m sorry.” you nod. “i don’t know if i should say this, but i actually only slept with you because i wanted to. that was just a brightside to my terribly, mean plan to sabotage you.”

you look at him confused, “so you just did it because you wanted to?”

he nods, “i had an agenda, clearly, but I didn’t expect you to be as pretty as you were.” he laughs, his hand coming up to massage his neck, “i actually almost forgot and ditched the whole thing after i brought you back to my house.”

“but you didn’t.”

he nods, “but i didn’t.”

you lick your lips, “why?” he stares at you, “why didn’t you stop? and just leave it be?”

he shrugs, “i was, selfish and insecure. i didn’t think i was good enough to make it on my own. thought i had to manipulate my way through everything. your name is on the list of things i sacrificed in order to get here. i just count myself lucky that you were unlucky enough to come across me again.”

you realize you’ve been trying to hold onto this hatred for jungkook since that night, but deep down, for a reason you so badly wish you could explain, you don’t really hate him at all.

“you have no idea how bad i want to believe you jungkook.” you say. you want to say so much more. you want to give him a hug, because he seems like he needs it. you want to tell him he can stay as long as he wants and play with your cat and beat you in as many video games as he pleases but you just can’t. you don’t trust him, but you still pity him.

“you have no idea how much i wish you would.” he responds. your eyes stayed glued to the floor. letting the tension settle before speaking out, “uhm, so, do we need to go dress shopping tomorrow?”

he looks over to the small pile, “is that all you have?” you nod. “yeah, to be safe.”

he turns to show himself out and your cat, forever the instigator, runs out at him. jungkook stops in the doorway, staring at the cat. kitty stares back, wide-eyed. “i think we’re bonding.”

“i think he’s going to bite you.”

you were correct.

you pick up your aggravated feline, who is much calmer in your arms with your back turned to jungkook. “gosh, he’s like a guard dog.”

you cradle him like a baby, “i don’t think he likes men very much.” you turn back around to face jungkook and your cat buries himself in your arms at the sight of him. jungkook watches the cat in fascination and reaches a hand out to you, which your cat swats at him before he touches your skin.

“wow, good job, guard cat!” he stands up straight and you walk him to the door, “lock that thing out of your room when you have a guy over.” you smile at his lighthearted joke, “so, i’ll be here around 12 to take you shopping?”

he shakes his head to make his wavy layered hair fall away from his face. “uh, yeah, sounds good-”

knock knock knock.

you look at the door behind jungkook, he turns his head from the door, to you. “you expecting someone?”

you shake your head, “no. could be sooyung.” you shrug, “but she would’ve texted me.” you check over your notifications but see nothing. you walk to the door and open it, and your skin begins to heat. oh fuck.

“hi! y/n.” you do the quickest thing you can think of to prevent this from getting worse, which is suspiciously closing the door behind you, leaving you and jihun outside your door and jungkook on the other side, disoriented with a cat that wants to fight him.

“jihun! wow, you didn’t say you were coming over-” come to think of it, how did he know which campus apartment was yours?

“oh, don’t worry about it. i just figured if we couldn’t see each other this weekend then i could at least give you these.” he hands you a bouquet. “so maybe you won’t forget about me.” he says with a grin.

your mind is racing, you feel indifferent. you feel weird. “thank you so much.” you give him a hug and he hands you the flowers. “i surely won’t.”

you awkwardly close the door, letting a large breath fall when he’s no longer standing in front of you.

“flowers?”

you look over to jungkook, standing away from the door in the living space, cat toy in hand as he waves it under the couch. “uh, yeah, i guess.”

you awkwardly murmur, walking over to your kitchen to sit them on the counter to deal with later. he doesn’t say anything, continuing to waive the cat toy around before rising to his feet. “you know, if you’re seeing someone you can tell me.” you stare at him cautiously, “i mean, we’re not really dating, i’d just like to know so i’m not blindsided.”

you take a breath, “you’re not upset?”

“what room do i have to be upset?”

you can’t deny the disappointing feeling you felt when he admitted that. “i’m not sure how i feel about him. it’s not serious.”

he hums, “just, keep me updated if something changes.” he walks to the door, “and y/n,” you look to him, your face is easy to read, “you can’t tell him.”

jungkook took you shopping as promised. he followed you around stores and made comments on everything you picked out. it got exhausting to the point where you, once again, asked him to simply pick something out.

this time, he agreed. “god.” he groans, “i thought you’d never ask! stay there.” he told you, instructing you to stay in the dressing room.

jungkook showed up seconds later with four dresses. “here.” you pull back the curtain and take the dresses from his arm.

“wow, they’re the right size and everything.”

he laughs, “i’m not an idiot, i know your size, and your style, which is why i know you may not love these but you’ll look good in everything, so i just picked something my mom and her friends would like, but still too sexy for any of them to wear.”

you acknowledge the thought he put into this as you zip yourself into the first one. it’s an unfavorable shade of burgundy and makes you feel old, but it has a low back and the skirt is short.

you step out of the dressing room and examine yourself in the bigger mirrors. jungkook checks you out from every angle as well. you both look at each other simultaneously making a “meh” face and sound.

“okay, glad we agree!” you try on another that was much better, a gorgeous blue, but simply wasn’t fit for your body type.

the third pick was a surprise. it was a deep, velvet green that hugged you famously and oozed sophistication. you looked and felt like a million bucks, and not in a sleazy way.

you step past the curtain and immediately look to jungkook. perhaps describing the way you felt when he looked at you would be better than describing how he looked at you, but you can’t ignore either. he stared at you speechlessly, mouth open, eyes scanning, and brain completely devoid of any thought besides you and everything he felt and thought about you.

“jesus christ.” is the first words exchanged between the two of you. “you look astonishing.” he had never meant something more in his entire life, he thinks.

“i feel fantastic.” you grin at him, taking a few steps closer to the mirror and checking yourself out. he watches the way you carry yourself in that dress and it's obvious how much you like it.

he appears behind you, “you’re glowing.” he chuckles and you nod excitedly, “it would be a crime not to get this one.”

you run your hands down your dress and turn around to face him, “feel it too!” you take his hand and direct him from your waist to your hips. jungkook thinks the most unholy things in the back of his mind but chooses to focus on how happy you are and how perfect the dress is for the occasion. “yeah,” he breathes, “it’s soft.”

you catch the way he looks at you and gulp, “well, sadly, i’ll go take it off.” he chuckles and sits back down.

as you’re walking out of the dressing room jungkook points to the doors of the shop, “can you go look if there's a sushi place anywhere on this street?”

you do as asked, and by the time you’re stepping back in to tell him the bad news he’s grinning. “there isn’t-”

“i know.” he smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulder and holding your dress in the other arm.

“then why-”

“do you want lunch while we’re out? you can pick, i’ll eat anything.”

jungkook treats you to lunch as well, and you picked a common, inexpensive place that was easy for the both of you. not that you needed to be concerned with how much money he was spending, but you couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty.

you conclude that is the exact reason he sent you on a wild goose chase, so you wouldn’t know how much he paid for the dress. your suspicions were further confirmed when you get home and see the tag gone. you sigh and hang it up for the time being.

damn jeon jungkook.

you toy with your fingers as jungkook parks the car. “stay there.” he tells you. you watch him circle the car and hand his keys off to someone before opening your door and extending a hand and a sickening smile.

you chuckle, impressed, “my prince.”

he finds it amusing, taking your arm in his as he leads you into an expensive hotel that looks nothing like the hotels you’ve ever been to. he leans in so only you can hear, “you’re gonna get prince jungkook all night,” he says, looking at you with a wink, “try not to fall in love with me.”

you stick your tongue out, pretending to be disgusted by the declaration, when he really had no idea that you had been fighting yourself since you met him.

but you are nothing if not stubborn.

“jungkook is here!” yejun shouts excitedly, spotting her step-son as soon as he enters the room, a drink in her hand and clearly not her first one.

jungkook smiles sweetly and hugs her, she then looks at you, eyes wide with loud, exaggerated gasp as she looks you up and down. “you brought y/n! oh this is fantastic, a cause for a celebration!” she states. a younger man appears behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, “perhaps take it easy on the drinking, mom. dinner hasn’t even started.” she blows him off and he extends a hand to you, “so you’re jungkook’s girlfriend?”

you nod and smile pleasingly, “yes, lucky me! i’m y/f/n.”

he chuckles, “lucky you, indeed.” he says sarcastically. ha. you already like this one. “i’m his brother, seojoon.”

you nod and continue to talk to his brother but jungkook pulls you away rather quickly, “i’m thirsty, come with me to check out the bar?”

you stare at the back of his head as he leads you towards the bar. “why did you interrupt? i was getting along-”

“we have better people to converse with than my brother.” he speaks curtly.

you take the hint and decide not to poke the bear and instead take a seat at the bar beside him. “so, any gameplan? or, just mingle.”

“just, be how you normally are.”

you frown, “well, thats lame.”

he chuckles and shakes his head, “you don’t need to change to make it in this society.”

he must be feeling the weight of his future riding on him at all times. you always wondered how kids like him dealt with that feeling. clearly, he doesn’t deal well.

you slide a hand overtop of his and look at him. he stares at you surprised, wide, dark, doe eyes. “you’re being a little hard on yourself.” you can tell by the way he looks at you that he doesn’t believe you. “really jungkook, even coming from me!” you gesture, hoping he would better understand the severity of your words but it only seemed to make it worse.

you sigh, “you’ve improved so much jungkook. in such little time. people like you, you’re charming, you’re charismatic, you’re extremely talented, you’re aware of the opportunities in front of you, and for the first time, you’re facing them. people notice you, jungkook. people love you.” he stares at you intently, hanging onto every word. you grin, “both of us, are going to make it big.”

you knew he was receptive to your little encouragement speech. you told yourself it was one of your duties as a fake girlfriend, because the last thing you needed was for him to start losing faith and motivation. he didn’t have to tell you or show you how appreciative he was, but he felt the need to. barside, with your legs crossed and one hand on his and the other in your lap, he reached across and grabbed your chin, and kissed you.

the shock on both of your faces was a dead give away, but neither of you cared, for the first time, it wasn’t about your stupid plan. that kiss was entirely different. it was optional. it served no purpose, unless you were aiming on swooning the bar staff over as well, but he did it anyway.

jungkook settles back in his seat and takes a large sip of his drink. he doesn’t say anything, and your eyes bore into him, aching for him to say anything. his hair was natural today, wavy and breath-takingly handsome. you begin to recall when you told him he looked good like that.

“your dad is coming.” you whisper to him.

“ah, i was wondering where my son was.” he surprises jungkook with a hug. “y/n! fantastic to see you again.”

“you as well mr.lee, thank you for inviting me.”

“pft.” he waives, “i should be thanking you, too.”

you laugh despite your bewilderment, “for what?”

he grins, “for the work you do of course.” he pats jungkook on the back, “and for slapping some sense into my son.” he turns to you, “i don’t know how you did it, but i thank you.”

the way he stands in front of you, thanking you for something you didn’t do, sat wrong with you. “mr. lee,” you start, jungkook stares hard at you, “jungkook did it all on his own. you should be exceptionally proud of him, he’s worked hard for the both of us.” you had no clue how true your words were.

mr. lee nods with a hearty chuckle and looks down at him, “i can tell, if i ever had doubts, they’re gone now.”

jungkook looks like he could shoot off into space right now and float happily and die a hero. you smile for him and the bartender hands his father his drink, “congratulations, jungkook.” he raises his glass to his son and takes a sip.

from then until dinner, jungkook talked your ear off. he was blissed out. when dinner came, he began to eat so quickly you knocked your knee into his to get his attention, “slow down.”

he nodded and resumed eating, at a much, much, slower, snail pace. you shake your head, “real comedian you are.” he laughs and eats his food, at a normal pace.

the dinner banquet left plenty of time for people to grab seconds and finish their food. tables were set up for families to be with families and guests to be with guests, etc.

mr. lee finished his meal about three minutes ago and has been staring at the table wordlessly. you don’t think much of it really, until he speaks, “i have something i’d like to tell you all.”

it was as if that was the beginning of a game of deadfish, everyone had stilled with their eyes on him. he clears his throat, “in the next two years, i will be retiring.”

i scan their faces. mr. lee looks, oddly calm. his wife looks shocked. seojoon looks perplexed. “and starting as soon as he graduates, assuming he is prepared and willing, jungkook, will take my spot.”

you stare out the car window and watch as the lights blur as they go by. that night could not have gone better if you had written it yourself. jungkook was ecstatic at first. after meals were served he dragged you to the dance floor and spun you around. you both learned you were fantastic dancers. they opened a bottle of champagne, you met tons of successful people and made connections and friendships alike. it was remarkable.

and still, jungkook looked indifferent.

“i would think you would be jumping off the walls right now.” you smile at him as you wait for the car.

he looks at you with a warm grin, “i’m happy.” he turns his head to stare off into the city. the night is young and alive on a friday night. college students just now heading out and workers calling it a day. then there was you and him, dressed to the nines, easily the best looking couple in any room (which you would argue, he carries) and still, he stood out. “it feels weird. this is what i wanted all along. this is what i fought for, what we worked at for months,” he ticks his head to the side, “but it still feels, off.”

jungkook sighs, feeling something he’s never felt before: discontentment. he helps you into the car and grabs the keys from the valet before sliding into the driver's seat. “maybe it hasn’t hit yet. this is only the beginning, after all.”

he nods, “i hope so.”

the week passed quickly with little word from jungkook. you grew worried as the days went on with no texts or calls, but he wasn’t really your boyfriend after all, so what room did you have to worry?

when the weekend rolled around with no date plans from him, you accepted the party invitation jihun grabbed for you. he grinned charmingly as he passed the paper to you, telling you, “all i had to do was show them a picture of you and they agreed” with a sickeningly shy smile. you shook your head, not believing him but appreciating the comment nonetheless.

this was apparently ‘the party’ of the year. hence the invitations, and you figured it came with a budget, seeing as the house was off-campus, huge, and had every kind of liquor you could have imagined available. “wow, i’ve never seen something like this before.”

you murmur to sooyung who's making herself a drink despite pregaming at your place beforehand. she nods, “oh yeah, i was invited last year and it was phenomenal. sigma hosts, but we don’t actually know how they get the funds for it.”

you laugh, “rich people.” she grins and raises her drink to you, “rich people indeed, and i will drink all of their free liquor!”

you laugh at her and grab a seltzer for yourself, leaning against the expensive countertops and staring out into the party. your slightly disappointed when you don’t spot anyone you know, including jihun. sooyung matches your stance and mocks you, “don’t see the boy toy?”

you shake your head, “not a boy toy, and no, i don’t see him.”

she hums then chuckles, “oh, screw jihun, your other lover is here.”

you furrow your brows, “sooyung what are you-”

lo and behold, jeon jungkook was here too.

of course! where there is a party, there is a jungkook. it really shouldn’t surprise you at all to see him, he is a college student afterall, and you were here too. with a date, at that. you knew jungkook though, you thought he’d changed. his face was tinted pink and he was laughing with a large group surrounding a couch, and despite not being much of a talker, all eyes were on him. not just eyes either, a pretty brunette with a push up bra was beside him with her hand on his thigh, just ogling him as if she had zero shame in the world. as you continue to stare you notice just how annoying the group was. they were betting, doing dares, and drinking all too much. “still a partier i guess.” sooyung shrugs. you can’t take your eyes away from it, you almost feel sick. you partially blame the alcohol, but you want to rip his head off for the way he was acting. is this what he’s been doing this entire time? did you give his dad your word that he was a better man just for him to play both of you? did you seriously let him use you again?

rage boiled in you on a slow simmer. you were an angry person. you knew you should be above it, but frankly, revenge is too sweet to ever pass up on.

you smiled in relief when jihun found you, covering your eyes from behind you, “guess who?”

you laugh and grab his hands as you turn around, “i can smell your cologne when you’re this close to me.”

you burst his bubble and he responds with a fake pout, “no fun.” you grin up at him, his hair dyed blonde and outgrown, and his outfit tonight makes him painfully attractive, dark wash jeans that hug his thighs and a loose button up that wasn’t so buttoned up. “how long have you been here?” he asks over the music.

“sooyung and i just got here.”

he nods and leans against the counter beside you, watching the partygoers and adjusting to the environment. sooyung was quick to find a friend to join, but parties were never your favorite. you liked bars, you liked to drink and dance and have fun, but parties always had a way of making you feel off. you think jihun picked up on this.

“you should drink more. everyone's anxieties wash away with the right amount of alcohol.” he laughs, clearly using that tactic himself. you can tell by the way he’s talking to you and carrying himself he’s already feeling the effects.

“yes but getting too drunk is disastrous.”

he leans his head closer to yours, “i’ll make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself.” jihun smiles sweetly at you and you can’t help but grin.

“it’s not that i think i’ll embarrass myself,” you start before biting your tongue.

“what?” he grins, lifting himself away from the counter and standing in front of you.

you lock eyes with him and decide to just be honest, “i don’t think i’d be able to control myself around you.”

you were sure he’d take it sexually, but what you really meant was you were trying to go slow so it wouldn’t cause a rift in your plan. but after seeing jungkook, you didn’t give fuck-all about the plan. sex couldn’t hurt either, you suppose. his brows raise and a grin grows on his face, “when did i give you the impression that i wanted you to hold back?” he glances around the room, staring off into the living room before staring back to you, “have i told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” he’s so close your noses are touching and you know he’s waiting for you to go in first, but you enjoy the game so you simply stare at his lips, “i think every guy in here is jealous of me.”

you chuckle and let your arms wrap lazily around his neck, “how does that make you feel?”

he bites at his lip, “like i want to shove it in their face a little more.” and with that you make him kiss you first. he’s gentle, much like you thought he’d be, and he pulls away for a moment, you figure catching his breath, before he kisses you again, harder, effectively pressing your back against the counter and gripping your hip tightly.

your mind swirled and your body practically lit up like a match, since the last time you touched a real man was months ago and jungkook was a disappointment, you figured you deserved this.

he lifted you onto the countertop and you licked at his lips as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you. just when things were getting good he pulls away from you completely. you’re slow to react, and by the time you open your eyes you barely have time to grasp onto the situation at all before it’s enfolding in front of you like a spontaneous trainwreck.

you watched jihun being pulled by the shoulder, pushed away from you, and throwing his hands up with a smirk. “sorry, is she your girlfriend?” he asks him. you follow the chiseled arm up to recognize jungkook, and promptly hop off of the counter.

you were content with taking your frustrations out on jihun (in a way both of you would surely enjoy) and deal with jungkook later, but now he’s getting involved in your personal life.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” jungkook shouts in his face, you try to rationalize his anger with drinking and even possibly drugs, but you really don’t understand what he’s doing.

“what the fuck are you doing jungkook?” you step between him and jihun, a few guys you recognize from earlier pull jihun back and jungkook locks eyes with you instead. his eyes soften, but you can tell he is equally as enraged as you are with him. you find the simple notion that he’s upset at all, even more infuriating. you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“y/n, are you serious?” he asks you in disbelief, you widen your eyes as if challenging him and he scoffs, “you’re so fucking stupid.” he grabs you and pulls you away from the party and upstairs, trying to find somewhere private enough and you’re anger is growing by the second and you pull away from him and turn to go back downstairs. “where are you going.” he stops you.

“back to the party! you’ve lost your mind jungkook-”

“i haven’t lost my mind!” he stares at you determined, bending down to your level, “i have finally fucking found it.”

you chuckle, “you found it? what, at a party? several beers in? you’re drunk, jungkook.”

he groans in annoyance, “i am not drunk-”

“your face is red.”

“i have drank i am not drunk.” you shrug and begin to walk away and he grabs onto you again. your eyes bore into his as you dig your nails into his hand.

“leave me alone jungkook.”

you hear him grumble before he appears in front of you, grabbing onto your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. “jeon jungkook!” he finds an empty room and carries you into it before releasing you onto the bed, treating you with a hint of caution like a feral cat.

you truly wish looks could kill, you were at your wits end with jungkook and not only do you think you hate him and can’t wait to be rid of him, he went out of his way to ruin your relationship, effectively cock-block you, and now he’s trapped you in a room alone with him.

“you look like you want to kill me.” jungkook took a step back from you and closer to the door.

“you’ve given me many reasons to want to claw your eyes out, but today is really starting to top the list of reasons why jungkook is an asshole.”

he takes a breath and nods, “i don’t doubt thats an extensive list but y/n,” he chuckles and motions towards the door, “what the fuck are you doing with jihun?!”

you furrow your brows, “i’ve been seeing him for a month now, why are you getting involved? matter of fact, why are you acting like my boyfriend at all? you know it’s not real, right?” he opens his mouth and steps closer but you’re faster to stand up and get in his face, “i’ve not only forgiven you but looked past all the shit you’ve done to me because it served a bigger purpose, something we both could benefit from but this!” you motion around the both of you, “this is just you screwing me over because you can.”

“that’s not-”

“not only did you get between me and a guy, which you have no reason to be upset about, you lied to me, lied to your dad, your entire family actually, you’ve manipulated everyone around you to fit your needs and i am tired of it jungkook!” you blame the alcohol and the drama of it all on why your eyes begin to tear up and he looks at you like you’ve ripped his heart out, and you’re glad. “i’m going back to the party, and jungkook,” he lets you pass him, “consider this our breakup.” you glance at him as you pass and he grimaces.

you’re turning the door handle when he warns you, “he’s just using you.”

it stops you, but only so you can laugh, “and you’re any different?”

you’re fuming when you leave the room. taking the last few steps on the stairs you hear jihun’s voice coming from the other side of the wall and you walk towards it, “i told you, they went upstairs. i can’t just follow them in there.”

when you turn the corner you see the last person you were expecting to see, and the only one who could possibly make this any worse. “minji?”

both heads turn to you in horror, as if you caught them in the act. though you’re sure minji isn’t the type of girl to care. “y/n! a-are you alright?” jihun walks towards you and puts his hands on your shoulders but you shove him away and look at minji.

“i should have figured you were involved.”

she grins and crosses her arms over her chest, “you cheated on your boyfriend all on your own, don’t be mad at me for exposing you to jungkook.” your face turns as you put the pieces together. you face jihun who looks frightened, “were you just using me then?”

he shakes his head, “n-no not entirely, i mean, minji put me up to it but i really do like-”

“stop talking.”

minji crosses in front of you and leers, “i thought you were a smart girl y/n,” she steps towards you, “but this has to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” she walks past you, “thanks for making this easy!”

the thin ice your sanity and patience sat upon had finally broken. you chase minji up the stairs, no doubt making her way to jungkook and knock past her and towards the room you left him in. “what do you think you’re doing? leave the poor boy alone y/n.” she shouts after you, “matter of fact, leave him to me!” you open the door to see jungkook sitting on the bed, facing the door. he’s much more calm than before, and he stares at you almost apologetically. you turn to see minji heading towards the door and give her the finger before locking it.

you stand staring at the door, thoughts racing as you struggle with the information overload. jungkook was your #1 enemy hardly a minute ago, and now you’ve willingly locked yourself in a room with him.

“y/n.” he calls out to you. you don’t face him and merely hum. you hear him rise off the bed and listen to his footsteps come closer. you turn to face him and as if he read your mind, you say it at the same time with urgency.

“i’m sorry.”

he scowls, “what do you have to be sorry for?”

you shake your head, “you tried to warn me, i-i should’ve listened to you but instead i ran away from you and said terrible things-”

“i deserved it entirely.”

you chuckle, “not really, but still,” you look him in the eyes with the most sincerity you can offer, “i shouldn’t have been so angry and stubborn.”

he shakes his head and grabs your hand, “i’ve given you every reason to hate me and to not trust me, i keep fucking this up y/n.”

“no, i’ve effectively screwed up the plan. minji thinks i cheated on you, she’ll blab as soon as she gets the chance and your family will hate me.”

he furrows his brows, “i’m not talking about the plan y/n, i don’t care about that or what minji says.”

you’re taken aback by his selfishness, “you may have gotten what you wanted but i didn’t! your family could blacklist me for life jungkook-”

he grabs you by the shoulders, “can you please focus on what i’m saying y/n.”

“you’re not getting it jungkook i-i am totally fucked-” you continue to babble on about how horrible this situation is and how ignorant and mean he is for not caring about it, until he’s simply had enough of your ranting and kisses you.

it’s short, and not great, but effective in his goal. he pulls away and looks at you with widened eyes, “you’re not hearing me y/n.”

you stare off past him, “no i think i heard that loud and clear.”

“i didn’t know jihun and minji were together.” your face contorts in confusion, “i-i mean, not for certain.” he stands up straight and removes his hands from your body, “i saw them together before i knew you were here, and then i saw him kissing you a-and i couldn’t stop myself, i felt disgusted.”

“you felt disgusted, watching me kiss someone?”

he sighs, “please stop playing stupid.”

you shake your head, “no, if you have something to tell me then say it.” he stands in the room and doesn’t utter another word. you scoff, “yeah, i figured.”

you stand in silence for a moment more. you don’t want to stay, but leaving causes just as many issues. you decide you’ve had enough embarrassment for a night and decide to leave when he begs you to stay. you simply look up at him, waiting for him to say something more, and what he says leaves you reeling, “do you hate me?”

this question takes you through a range of emotions: confusion, annoyance, resentment, then overwhelm. why would he ask me such a stupid question? have i not told him countless times how much i dislike him and everything he does? “have i not made it abundantly clear that you annoy the piss out of me?”

“i didn’t ask if i annoyed you, i asked if you hated me.”

he’s found a way around your walls and you were finally beginning to notice. “what’s the difference?”

“if you hated me the way you say you do, then it's hopeless. but I don't think you hate me at all.”

you scoff, “i should.”

he nods quickly, “yes, you should.”

you stare down at your feet, letting the words fall so hesitantly from your lips, “but i don’t.”

he grins, “see?” jungkook places his hands on your shoulder once again in an attempt to grab your attention, “i think you feel the same way i do.”

he’s effective in grabbing your attention, but you look at him in horror, “i think you’re insane.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

he says it with such confidence and tenacity you think it would have physically sent you stumbling backwards had it not been for his grip on you, like if he didn’t hold on, you would simply disappear. “y/n.”

your mind races and you stare at the floor beneath you. did he really just say that?

“what?” is all you can muster to say, and it barely makes its way past your lips.

“i don’t want to be your fake boyfriend anymore.” he bends to be at your level until you look him in the eyes. “please don’t make me keep going.”

his cheeks are flushed and you can tell he means it. “you, want this to be serious?” he nods determinedly, “how do i know you’re not playing some mean trick?”

he looks disoriented and offended by your question, but his tone is understanding, “what do i possibly have to gain from telling you that?” isn’t what he wanted to say. he knows you well enough to know that’s what you needed to hear, though. he wanted to list every reason he’s infatuated with you, every moment in the past he held his tongue, every thought and kind word that would have been inappropriate to tell you before this moment.

“i’m not sure.”

he softly chuckles, “i have nothing to gain, you said it yourself.” you feel him gently grabbing your fingers, “actually, i have everything to gain, but not in the way you’re asking.”

you shake your head, “you can’t be with me, i-its too complicated.”

“nothing about this needs to be-”

“you really would be better off with someone like minji, a-and you’d be the idiot that stayed with a nobody who cheated on him, and your father-”

“y/n.” you stare at him when he calls your name, eyes still wide with shock, but he matches your gaze with amusement and a certain softness. “i don’t care about any of that right now.” you don’t comprehend what he’s telling you, how can he not? he can’t afford to gamble with his future right now, not when he was just handed everything he’s ever wanted. “d-do you feel the same? about me?” you’re baffled, seriously? your feelings being reciprocated are his utmost concern right now? “y-you don’t have to confess anything, just that you want to try again, with me. but seriously, this time.”

your body relaxes, “like, actual dates?”

he chuckles, “absolutely.” he straightens himself, still holding onto your fingertips, “the whole romance thing, i want it with you.”

you disagree, “you don’t know anything about romance. you’ve never so much as talked about a future with a lover in the picture.”

“because i’ve never been in love before.” he says so nonchalantly.

you breath, “and you think you’re in love now?”

he bites his bottom lip before giving a mischievous grin, “maybe.” he sits on the bed and pulls me with him, scooching over so we’re shoulder to shoulder. “have you been in love before?”

you reflect for a moment before grinning wittily, “maybe.”

he laughs, not replying immediately. instead he covers your hand resting on your thighs, “let's try together then.”

you stare at him, you think in this moment, for the first time, you’re really seeing him. you’re not met with a mask, a joke, or your deceitful hatred (that was never really hatred, you realize). you’re staring into his big brown eyes, and he’s letting you. he’s listening to you, hanging onto every last word. he’s being vulnerable for you. “but what about-”

he shakes his head, stopping you as soon as you start, like he could see right through you. “don’t think about all the reasons for or against us right now. answer with what you feel.” a hard ask, considering you’ve spent your entire life conditioning yourself to be this way. “tell me you want me too, y/n.” you feel the warmth of his words on your skin. you can’t stand the idea of pulling away from him right now, so you tug him closer, grabbing him by the collar until you feel his lips on yours again.

your mind eases immediately, like far away rain in a warm house. he is warm, easy, yearnful. like you could have this all the time, and it still wouldn’t be enough. you wonder how long you’ve known this, how long it's taken you to notice, or if you realize it now, with your lips on his and he’s being oh so gentle, that you think you’re in love with him too.

he took you home with him that night. his reason being that you had a lot to talk about in the morning, but his real reason was simply that he wanted you beside him.

you woke up to the sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen and the sheets beside you cold. annoyed was your first emotion, and your pout as you saunter out of his bedroom says it all. you pull a chair out for yourself and balance your head on your hands as you watch him.

he grins as he watches you, “good morning, cranky.” he watches amusingly as your pout furthers. “not a morning person?”

your brows are furrowed, “not when i wake up alone, no.”

he hums and fights the largest grin he thinks he’s ever mustered, “ah, my sincerest apologies.” he’s making a plate before serving it to you, “are pancakes enough for you to forgive me?”

you huff, cutting a piece and biting it off your fork, “no.”

“no?”

you shake your head, “nope.”

he leans against the table with a smirk, “what will make it enough?”

you stare at him, further annoyed by how ovary-aching he looks even in the morning. his hair is still messy, with loosely fitting grey sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.

“coming back to bed with me after you eat might do it.”

he saunters over to you and tucks a stray behind your ear, “that was already a part of the plan.” you think he’ll try to kiss your syrup tainted lips, but he goes back over to the stove to make

himself a plate before sitting and eating with you. it’s sickeningly domestic, the two of you like this. so sweet you think you’ll have to bump up your dentist appointment.

but you don’t hate it. you’ll learn you hate a lot less than you love while you’re with jungkook. he’s not a perfect boyfriend, and you’re not a perfect girlfriend. it’s hard, explaining it to your friends, coming up with stories for his family, and running collateral with minji.

you thought it would be harder to be with jungkook. you found it hard to trust in him after meeting the man he was before. a pleasant surprise to you, that loving jungkook was so incredibly easy.

“i’m guessing you won’t want that transfer after all.” he whispers, having surprised you yet again by showing up to your work (though this time, much more sneakily and nonchalant).

you look at him confused, making three cups of coffee to take to his father’s office. one was for him, which he cheekily asked you to do since ‘you’re already going down there’ before proceeding to follow you like a puppy all the way there anyway. “transferring?” you laugh, “when did i say anything about that?”

he grins, resting his chin on your shoulder and his hands draped lazily around your waist as you both wait, listening to the machine buzz. “when we were fake dating, you said you’d have me recommend or transfer you.”

you hum, wrapping your arms around his, “definitely not.” you turn in his embrace, “you need someone here to keep you on your toes.”

he shakes his head, “you do the opposite.” you furrow your brows and he laughs, pressing your heads together, “feel like i'm floating sometimes. like it's not even real.”

you hum, running a finger along his jawline, “this is one hell of a dream, if it's not real.”

he nods, “call me sleeping beauty, and don't wake me up.”

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a happy ending :) gosh i loved writing this. new jjk mini series coming soon 😎 wishing u all a phenomena january - ara <3

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