or in which: jungkook is a struggling broke college student. y/n is a heiress whose heart was just crushed by her ex. jungkook needs money. y/n needs a fake boyfriend to keep up appearances. this shouldn’t be that hard, right?
pairing: college student!jungkook x heiress!reader
genre: social media au, college au, fake dating
warnings: foul language, bad writing lmao
a/n: i wrote this at like 3am and i only had 2 hours of sleep when i wrote this and edited it, its not my best i’m sorry 😭💀
The café is full and bustling with customers, but it’s a common sight to see when it’s one of the most frequented places to be near campus. You pay no attention to your surroundings though, not when you’re fixed on the boy sitting across from you.
Somehow, Jeon Jungkook is... far from the Jungkook you met at Taehyung’s party. This person in front of you feels... awkward, as if he has no idea what to say either despite looking far from the type—gone was the guy who looked like he came straight out of fanfiction, seemingly replaced by this guy who reminds you of a puppy.
Not that it’s a bad thing or anything.
He shifts in his seat, eyes focusing on pretty much everywhere but you. His plate of cake sits half eaten in front of him, while yours sits untouched. Then again, you never liked chocolate that much anyways.
“I hope this isn’t too awkward or anything,” you say, fiddling with the handle of your cup of tea, “I know it’s not everyday some girl comes up to you asking you to kiss her then inviting you to, like, lunch a couple of days later.”
“It isn’t, awkward I mean,” Jungkook says, but both of you know that it’s a lie. “I’m just, uh, glad to be able to help you with... y’know. But honestly, I didn’t think you’d remember.”
“Well, it’s kinda hard to forget when it was all over Instagram the next day,” you snort and he nearly slaps himself.
“Uh, yeah, sorry about that—”
Your eyes widen, “Oh, no! I’m not mad or anything, it wasn’t even your fault. Honestly, I’m glad that it did or else I wouldn’t had gotten hold of you, and now that it came out of my mouth I kind of regret it because it just... sounds bad.”
Jungkook cracks a small laugh. “Yeah... wait,” he furrows his eyebrows, “how did you get my number—?”
You chuckle nervously. “Um, I got it from Mari.”
He looks at you confused. “Mari?”
“She knows one of your friends, Namjoon? He’s been tutoring her.”
“Ah,” he nods, finally remembering the rather—er, eccentric girl Namjoon had introduced to them.
“I’m not a stalker, I swear,” you try to joke, but inside you hope that this doesn’t end with him filing a restraining order against you. “Uh, I do have something to ask you though.”
“Shoot,” he says, urging you to continue as he takes a bite of his cake.
You inhale your breath. “OK, I’m just gonna cut to the chase—I need you to date me.”
You can feel people’s eyes turning to the two of you as he quickly reaches for his cup and drinks from it while you rush to give him a napkin.
“I am so sorry! That came out wrong,” you wince, “What I meant was that I need you to pretend to date me.”
“You‘re asking me to do what?” he nearly splutters out. He doesn’t even know you—god, you’re practically a stranger to him. He’s starting to regret it now; the party, the kiss, replying to your text instead of blocking you, accepting your offer to take him out to lunch, everything. “You’re joking right? Tell me you’re joking, say sike or something.”
Nope. He is out. “OK! Thanks for the lunch and all, I really appreciated the cake, it tasted great, but I think we’re done here,” Jungkook says, standing up from his seat and begins collecting his things.
In a moment of panic, you grab him by his wrist before he could make another move, your eyes locked onto his own. “You have no obligation to listen, but before you turn me down and never speak to me again, let me explain first please,” you plead with him, “I don’t expect you to say yes immediately or even agree to it at all because I think I’m a little crazy too, but I just need you to hear me out, that’s it I promise.”
He holds your gaze, looking at you hesitantly before relenting. “Fine,” he sighs and you sigh in relief when he does. You release his wrist from your grip and he sits back down in his seat. “Look, I’ll listen but I’m not promising anything either.”
“Thank you,” you tell him honestly, “And I really wasn’t lying when I said that I wanted to thank you for what you did for me back at Taehyung’s party.”
Jungkook remains passive, opting to cross his arms across his chest instead of responding. “Go on,” he gestures you to start.
You take in a deep breath. “Long story short, I got dumped a month ago,” you look upset for a moment but it disappeared as quickly it appeared. “And my ex...” you scoff, “he’s a dick. Like, major douchebag, you’d hate him, everyone does, I don’t even know what I saw in him—”
“OK, I got it,” he cuts you off from your rambling. “Douchebag ex. Still confused why you want a guy who you barely know to pretend to date you though.”
“I’m getting to that,” you say, “Anyways, short story but he saw us at the party... y’know... so, now he thinks we’re dating and I didn’t exactly deny it when he texted me about it yesterday—”
“You replied to his text?” he raises an eyebrow at you and it’s like he’s judging you. “Didn’t he, like, dump you?”
“I know, I’m stupid, but I was angry. I didn’t owe him an explanation, but I wanted to piss him off so I just kind of... confirmed it?”
“So, correct me if I get something wrong, but let me get this straight,” Jungkook leans closer towards the table, his hands folded in front of him, “you want me,” he gestures to himself, “a stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend so you can get back at your douchebag ex who thinks we’re, like, together cause he saw you kiss me—”
“Actually, you kissed me.”
“—OK, but do you realize how ridiculous this is?” he asks you, looking at you in disbelief as he leans back against his seat. “It literally sounds like it came straight out of a rom-com and it’s not even a good one.”
“I’m sorry, but I have my own problems to deal with and I really don’t want to be dragged to whatever the hell this mess is—”
“I’ll pay you!” you blurt out before you could stop yourself.
This time Jungkook chokes on air.
“Did I mention that I’ll pay you? Cause I will, blank cheque and all, just add any amount you want,” you tell him. “Of course, there’ll be conditions that both parties must agree on, but I think it’ll be beneficial for both of us.”
“You’re fucking joking right?” he asks you, eyes wide in disbelief, “You’ll pay me? To date you? Like, you’re actually kidding right?”
You roll your eyes. “Do I look like I’m joking to you? Look man, I’m desperate here.”
“And so you’re just gonna burn all of that money just to get back at your ex?” he says incredulously, “dude, I could be a serial killer for all you know.”
“Yeah, but you’re not are you?”
“Listen, money isn’t a problem for me,” you say offhandedly and he just wonders how loaded you are to say those words without a giving a shit. “So, what do you say?”
Jungkook hesitates for a moment before releasing a breath. “I need time to think about it.”
“Of course,” you nod. “Take all the time you need.”
“There’s gonna be, like, some kind of contact... right?” he asks.
“I mean, yeah, there’s gonna be an agreement,” you confirm. “There’s one thing that isn’t negotiable though and it’s that no one, I mean absolutely no one can know about this.”
“Understandable,” he says.
“I’m not promising anything,” he tells you.
A moment of silence falls between the two of you.
“But...” Jungkook begins, “this wouldn’t be like one of those cliché romance shit where you fall in love with me halfway through, right?”
For the first time in a while, you laughed.
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