teenagedirtbag!jk x populargirl!reader
in which… you invite Jungkook to your house party for the first time before you’ve even had a proper conversation since he drove you home. jungkook misinterprets something and suddenly you’re back to square one.
a/n: so it’s rough. jk is mean, reader is mean, everyone is mean! fights and arguments and all the angsty stuff we love… little bit of making out but it makes no difference.. anyways, this was tough to write I’m sorry enjoy.. they’ll get better I swear guys!!
tags: @lasant0ss , @smoljimjim , @kooloveys , @sungoooner , @fkingl0ser , @hagridshaircare , @mimi1097
You suddenly felt more sober than you ever had. The words on your screen bit at you and clawed down your spine, a frown etching into your once relaxed features. The music was too loud, the lights were too bright, and the alcohol was too strong. Everything felt wrong. Jungkook was mad at you again, yet it felt worse. He'd never outright insulted you like that and now that you knew how it felt, you wanted to rip your heart from your ribcage.
Okay okay. Let's take a few steps back, since it's gotten so messy so quickly.
On Saturday night, you'd texted him and at least gotten to a point where he seemed willing to let you come over.
You'd promised cookies and an apology. On Sunday morning, your best friend begged you to throw a house party the next day. You said yes, naturally.
The thought of Jungkook crossed your mind. At first, you assumed he'd say no to coming to the party. Why would he even want to go? It would be full of people who hate him. You texted him an invite anyway, feeling guilty if you didn't. He reluctantly agreed, on the condition that you'd stick with him all night. Of course, you said yes, taking any opportunity to show him that you were serious about fixing things between you two.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟
The party was pretty average, drinks, music, and lights. Everyone was having fun, and Jungkook was just about included in that. When he arrived, you greeted him with open arms, offering him a red solo cup before he was halfway through the door. A few people looked, confused glares thrown his way. Most people were already too drunk to notice him. A few drinks into the night, you'd begged Jungkook to get you another one and he'd warned you to slow down but walked off anyway.
Felix had been eyeing you all night. He has been a friend of yours since middle school, staying in your close inner circle. You failed to notice his attempts to push the friendship to something more. Imagine how Felix felt when he saw you giggling at the loser of the school, practically blinking heart eyes up at him every time he opened his mouth.
To Felix, Jungkook was nothing. Dirt, trash, any negative synonym you could think of. And suddenly he had you and Felix didn't? He seriously considered punching Jungkook in the face. Instead, Felix took the opportunity of his absence to slide his arm around you, dangerously close to a relationship. He leaned down, taking advantage of your lack of awareness to slip his hand under the hem of your skirt, resting just above your ass. Felix was a professional asshole when he wanted to be. Unfortunately for Jungkook, he chose tonight.
Jungkook came back with two solo cups in his hands, manoeuvring between the sweaty and loose limbs of the crowd. He hated the party, but you were there. When he slipped past a small group of girls and found his place where he was previously with you, he swore his heart dropped out of his ass. You were giggling away at your friend, back turned to Jungkook. Felix turned around, a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips before turning back around to join the conversation.
It wasn't loud nor did it draw any attention when Jungkook set the drinks down. What was loud was the laughter thrown in his face as he walked out. His heart hurt and his eyes burned with tears. He couldn't believe you'd do this to him and he hated himself for ever believing he could be more than a game to you. His shoes were harsh against your front yard and the cool air bit at his skin. It was a long walk home but Jungkook would rather do it than be anywhere near you right now. Or ever again, he thought.
Back at the party, you had taken 20 minutes to realise that Jungkook hadn't come back yet. You went into your bedroom, sat on the edge of your desk as you grabbed your phone, trying to call him. When he didn't pick up, you texted him. After ten minutes he texted back. You wished those ten minutes had never happened.
Rushing down the stairs, you tried to push through the crowd before your friend Mina grabbed you, pulling you to something you couldn't care to pay attention to right now. It took you ten minutes to get away only to be pulled back upstairs by someone else, turning into an endless effort to slip away.
By the time you managed to free yourself, it was because people were starting to go home. It was three in the morning and school was still the next day. God, you didn't understand why Jungkook left. All you wanted was to show him that you could do it; that you could be better than what other people thought of you. Now he thought you used him for fun.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟
Tuesday was rough. Your head was pounding and you couldn't focus on anything. Chemistry was fourth period, yet you hadn't seen Jungkook all day. God, you needed him to walk into chemistry and sit next to you.
When fourth period rolled around, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Fuck, you'd really screwed up.
You knew that as soon as school was over you'd have to rush over to Jungkook's house, praying to whoever would listen that he would let you in. And that his mom didn't hate you.
When you reached his front door, you let out a heavy huff of air, preparing yourself for the worst but hoping for the best. You knocked a few times, knuckles tapping against the wood softly.
It was déjà vu, showing up at his house with an apology.
Unlike last time, Jungkook opened the front door. Before he could shut it in your face, you pushed it open slightly with your foot. He wouldn't try to break your foot.. right?
"What, now you're illiterate as well as selfish?"
"Jungkook, stop it, please listen"
Jungkook looked like he wanted to push you under a rock and leave you there. You hated it. He hated you. All you could do was try to pound the words into his head to find a way back into his heart. The door stilled, Jungkook folding his arms to stare at you.
"You dragged me to a fucking party full of shitty people who hate me and then let Felix mark you like his territory. I was gone for two fucking minutes and you turned into some whore."
"What? Can't handle it? Sorry princess, I'm done sugarcoating shit for you."
His words were sharp and painful, intentionally cutting into your skin. You'd never seen Jungkook so full of hatred and it scared you. It was one thing if he was mad at someone, but hating you? That made you want to crawl under a rock and let him leave you there.
"I was drunk, Jungkook you know that—! I barely even noticed Felix next to me, cmon-"
"I'm done with your shit, seriously," he said, opening the door, towering over you as he stared down, muscles taut with frustration. "You live in a perfect bullshit world where everyone does what fits your story."
You looked up at him, frowning as the weight of his view of you pulled you down. Jungkook knew what he was saying wasn't true. You'd shown him you weren't like that- so many times. One mistake is all it took for him to turn on you. The realisation of that made your skin burn. Suddenly, you were done being the one apologising. Your spine straightened and you matched his anger, staring up at him.
"You know what? No, stop with this shit. You're pathetic, I made one mistake that wasn't even mine to be blamed for. Felix made this mess, and suddenly I'm a whore?"
"No, you're fucking pathetic. Too scared to disobey daddy because she knows that's the only thing going for her. Immature little girl who can't figure out how to fucking act right."
It was heavy, the silence that followed. No cars drove past, no neighbours had stepped out to watch the argument. You guessed it was normal to hear stuff like this in his neighbourhood. You didn't recognise who you were, spewing insults back at the boy you loved. In your defence, he started it.
As soon as you thought that, you backtracked. What kind of child were you? "He started it"? Maybe he was right, maybe you were immature.
Jungkook didn't budge, nor did you. All he did was blink down at you as if you were the outcast in the dynamic.
"You're so caught up in your fairytale shit, aren't you? Think you can do shit like this and then mumble an apology and I'll bend over backwards for you step all over me again."
"That's not fair, Jungkook. I panicked the first time. You're mad about something I wasn't even fucking aware of! Do you think I would've let Felix do that?"
Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he shifted his weight back, stepping away to lean against his doorframe.
"There are rumours about you, y'know. Not just about people like me."
Why was he bringing this up now? Of course, there were rumours, there always were. You just never bothered to investigate, preferring to ignore them all.
"Why are you bringing this up?"
"Y'know who started the rumour that you're a whore?"
Okay, Felix wasn't your best friend by any means, but you didn't believe him. You'd never done anything to Felix for him to start that rumour... right? Nothing intentional anyway. But if Felix had such an issue with you, why was he always so friendly?
"You know what, I don't care. This isn't about that."
"Oh right sorry, I forgot we're only allowed to discuss what you want to talk about."
You sighed, staring up at him as you mirrored his stance, arms folded across your chest, glaring at his hard exterior.
"I was drunk off my ass last night. I barely felt Felix stand next to me let alone touch me. I don't know what you saw, but that gives you no right to start calling me a whore."
The sarcastic remark makes you pause, a mix of frustration and confusion filling your chest. You'd never seen Jungkook so bitter and you couldn't figure out what to do. Every part of you wanted to fix it but every part of you kept spitting back the insults. Didn't you just tell him you loved him last night? Over text, but still. Right?
"Get out. Go home to your daddy who controls you like a little desperate fucking puppy begging for attention by being a whore"
"At least my dad cares about me enough to stick around"
Low blow. You felt it too, just by looking at the reaction Jungkook had. It wasn't like Jungkook wanted to know his dad, but hearing you say something so petty still hurt. You knew it was difficult to grow up without a father figure, let alone in a struggling neighbourhood. In that moment, Jungkook made his decision. You saw the finality on his face and it made something inside you break. You'd been the one to go too far, not him. Shame formed a cloud over your head as your eyes dropped to the floor, panicked mumbled words failing to form an apology.
"I'd say that's low for you, but you probably get low on your knees for anyone who looks twice at you. Maybe even once."
The door slammed shut in your face, the force of it pushing a heavy puff of air to your face, blowing past you like a slap.
Jungkook truly hated your guts now. Yet, despite the guilt, you were equally as angry. He knew you were drunk, he told you to take it easy- so why is he still acting like you got up and started making out with Felix?
You huffed, kicking a pebble as you walked off, frustration rolling off of you in waves. It was the last thing Jungkook said to you for a while, and you couldn't bring yourself to talk to him after that either.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟
It took six days for Irene to finally drag it out of you. No one really knew what had been going on with you for a while now, but no one pushed to be told the truth.
You'd been sulking for almost a week, saying no to going out and ignoring your Instagram like it was the plague. Irene was sick of it and so being your best friend, she came over and demanded you actually talk to her.
The two of you were sitting on your swinging chair in the garden, a bag of chips between you, the warm air wrapping comfortably around you like a hug.
"Cmon you whining baby, tell me why you've been sulking for like.. a week."
"That's what people who aren't fine say"
Irene sat up, adjusting herself so she could nestle into the corner, body angled towards you. The look on her face told you she wasn't taking anymore shit from you and forced a heavy sigh out of you. It was meant to stay a secret until things were fixed. But it's your best friend, Irene.
Reluctantly, you told her. Told her about how it started, then you started going to Jungkook's house. How you'd gone to his house just to see him. Then you'd spilled further about how you royally fucked up despite being borderline in love with the guy. You saw the way she cringed when you told her about the argument last week and then softened into understanding. Irene knew what it was like for you. Sure, you were rich and pretty. Didn't stop you from having issues.
"Listen- I think you were both really shitty to each other."
"I also think you should bite the bullet and apologise first"
"So go, why're you still here?"
"He won't talk to me, Irene. He blocked me on everything, he doesn't come to chem anymore and I can't show my face at his house again. His mom probably hates me."
Irene sighed, biting down on the salty chip, eyeing you before shifting closer. She let you think for a few minutes, knowing how you worked, even if it was messy most of the time. It was difficult to watch the cogs turn in your head.
Clearly, you didn't think Jungkook would give you another chance.
"Listen, I love you to death, you're my best friend. But I can't sit here and watch you torture yourself over something you don't even know," Irene paused, putting the bag of chips down and looking over at you. "And yeah, it's weird seeing you mope over the guy everyone hates and is literally labelled the outcast— but you wouldn't fall for him for no good reason. Clearly, you both care about each other, don't waste time worrying about 'what if's."
Irene was right, she always was. You couldn't ask for a better person in your life than her. As she said, Jungkook was the outcast but you'd fallen for him because he understood you. Odd, two people on opposite ends of society somehow understood each other perfectly. But it worked, and now you'd managed to fuck up the best thing in your life.
"I—" you cut yourself off with a sigh, frowning into your lap. "Yeah.. l'll—.. go to his house on Saturday or something"
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟
It was pouring down when you knocked on Jungkook's front door again. His mom worked night shifts, you knew that. So, as expected, Jungkook opened the door again.
But this time, you didn't start with a beg for him to listen.
Instead, you pushed your way in, hands tightening in the soft material of his shirt, contrasting the soaked sweater that clung to you. One of your hands rushed up to his neck, pulling him in as you let out a sharp, heavy breath.
Jungkook barely had time to process that it was you before you were kissing him, arms wrapping around his neck firmly.
Jungkook was still mad at you, yet he found himself clawing at your sides to pull you impossibly closer. The press of your lips against his was messy and incredibly hot, but there was lingering anger between you. He shifted, kicking the door shut as he kissed you, his body working on a completely different timeline from his mind. His lip rings pressed into the plush of your bottom lip, the cool metal only making you want him more.
You were still mad at each other, yet neither of you could stay away for too long. Jungkook bit at your lip gently, swiping his tongue over it to sweeten the bite- god he made you hot. You tried to pull away for air but he wouldn't let you, instead, he pushed you to the wall gently, his hands slipping under your sweater to pull it off. Under the heat between you lay concern, as if Jungkook couldn't help but worry about you in the back of his mind.
The sweater peeled off you, giving you a chance to breathe before you were on each other again. His hair was slightly longer and your fingers tangled in the locks by his nape, manicured nails lightly scratching his soft skin.
As you tugged him impossibly closer, Jungkook tried oh so hard to push down the noise that caught in his throat. It was when you bit at his lip rings, tongue pressing against them, that he whined. It was a soft, involuntary sound, and you felt a sudden need to hear more. Your fingers tightened in his hair, chest pressed to his as he let his hands wander, squeezing at your hips before settling just above your ass.
The thought of Felix touching you fuelled Jungkook further, tongue begging your lips to part. Suddenly he was the one asking to be let in. Ironic. When you pulled away, Jungkook huffed and let you breathe for barely a second before pulling you in again, taking you in like an addict. God, the heat of your mouth against his almost made him forget that he was mad at you. Almost.
"Why're you here?" Jungkook mumbled into your mouth, brows furrowed in confusion. "I hate you"
You didn't really care about what he was saying, the pure need to be close to him overtook your rational guilt for your actions.
"No-" he huffed, pulling away to nip along your jaw, hands tightening around your shirt. "You don't."
"Jungkook, stop pushing me away"
"Physically not pushing you away-"
You cut him off, hardly in the mood for his sarcasm and directed anger. "Give me a chance"
"You said that last time"
The memory of the last time you were like this, in his house with an apology, crossed your mind. There was a clear difference, yet you felt the same. Jungkook was pressing kisses to your neck, clearly more lost in a haze of heat than you were. Your hands pressed into his shoulders, trying to get him to look at you.
"You shove your way in here and kiss me and now you wanna talk?"
Jungkook sighed, pulling away from you with a frown. He glanced down at the goosebumps on your skin, remembering the cold and wet sweater you'd walked in with. His lips were kiss-swollen, matching yours.
He stepped closer again, pupils wide with something you couldn't quite make out yet. "You're a mess."
You barely got your response out before he was on you again, tongue pressing against yours, his hands slipping under the back of your shirt to grip firmly at your waist.
"I told you I was fucking drunk and also that Felix is just a friend," you mumbled as you pulled away, trying not to moan at the string of shared saliva connecting you to him. "You called me a whore"
"D'you expect me to let another guy get cozy with my girl?"
"You could've said something instead of--" you frowned, huffing against his neck as you bit down gently, a faint bruise forming under the skin. "fuck, jungkook, you just shut me out without a word"
"Yeah, you let him touch you. You were drunk, not blind."
Jungkook tilted his head, looking down at you as his hands slipped away from under your shirt. The gaze that had not-so-long-ago made you hot inside now made the guilt rise in your throat like acid.
Something set in his jaw as he shifted, tugging at his belt before turning around and walking into his kitchen. You couldn't help but smirk at the way he tried to fix himself slyly, quickly pushing away the thought to focus on why you came in the first place.
You followed his steps into the kitchen, quiet as you watched him settle against the counter.
“Wh— okay, uhm… like I said I was drunk, right? And.. I barely saw Felix and I don't know what you saw but I should've tried to find you and stick with you like I said I would. I'm sorry for whatever he did, for letting it happen but— I'm also mad at you.”
“You’re mad at me?” Jungkook scoffed, clearly not understanding what you had to be mad about.
“Yeah, you didn’t give me a chance to talk to you before you were calling me every name under the sun and being horrible!”
You frowned at him, hands rested on your hips as you felt your heart pounding at your ribcage. The fact that Jungkook genuinely believed you were the only one to be blamed only made you more upset.
“Don’t tell me I deserved it, I didn’t.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I was frustrated and it built up because you weren’t giving me a chance and I let my anger out in the wrong way. Im sorry”
Ouch. You felt defeated, posture deflating into one of resignation.
“I know you’re mad at me but it wasn’t my fault and I hate that we’re blowing this so out of proportion” You sighed, looking over at him with a look of desperation. “Please just give me one more chance. I swear to you I won’t fuck it up and if I do then you can hate me and I’ll never talk to you again”
Maybe it was time to give up, you thought. Jungkook had made up his mind, he hated you. Now you wouldn’t get a chance to make anything up to him. Good job for royally fucking it up.
You frowned, head dropping as you nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“Yeah, okay,” you mumbled, picking up your sweater as you turned around, walking out of the house.
It had stopped raining, the sun had even come out from under the clouds. You couldn’t feel more opposite from the weather. Maybe it was laughing at you. Maybe it wanted you to feel how Jungkook felt walking out of that party.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
When you get home, your sweater is still soaked. Your shirt had dried slightly but it was still clear that you'd been caught in the rain. As you shut the front door, you look into the open space and notice your mom leaned over the kitchen island, mid-conversation with your older sister, Eunji, whilst your younger brother Leon was staring at the tv as he played games.
Your mom noticed you first, frowning at your soaked sweater and damp hair.
“Honey, you’re soaked— where have you been?” She exclaimed, eyes raking over your dampened posture.
“Uhm— just walked home from cheer… didn’t have a ride home so…”
You shrug, tilting your head at her as you drop the sweater into the laundry basket, earning a soft tsk from your mom as she pulls it out to dry it.
“Go get changed,” she sighs, noticing the way you don’t meet her eyes. “Come down when you’re better”
When you do emerge from your room again, it’s later in the evening and yet your brother is still sat there shouting at the tv. As usual, you think. Your mom looks up from her book, sending you a soft smile as you sit on the couch opposite her.
You barely manage to respond, nodding slightly as you stare at the tv. “Yeah, ‘m fine”
Your mom studies you for a moment, her expression softening as she notices the way you're still fidgeting slightly—like your mind is elsewhere.
“Fine?" she repeats, eyebrow raising. "Sweetheart, I saw how soaked and upset you were when you got home. And don't think I didn’t notice that boy driving up to drop you off." A pause as she leans in slightly, "...Was that Jungkook?"
“What? No. No. It was just my friends brother… why would I even be near Jungkook?”
It was a painfully obvious lie, but you still hoped she’d get the message and stop asking about it. Your mom raises an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and now unamused. Of course she can tell you’re lying, especially when it’s this obvious.
“Oh? So, the boy with dark messy hair, facial piercings and a tattoo.. was just your ‘friend’s brother’?” She shakes her head, book closing fully as she sets it beside her. “You know the rules, yet here he is driving you home.”
When you don’t respond, only staring into your lap and tugging at a loose thread of a cushion, your mom continues.
“You’ve been hanging around him haven’t you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, mom.”
"Okay. Just be careful around that boy, honey, you know what people say about-"
You cut her off with a groan, shoving the pillow away from your lap as you stood, phone clutched in your hand tightly.
"He's not some rabid animal, mom!" You frowned, voice strained from trying to avoid breaking down into another sob. "Maybe if people pulled their heads out of their asses they'd realise he's actually really sweet."
If your mother had ever looked offended, it was now. You'd rarely been short with her or lost your cool, leading her to believe that Jungkook had become someone much more important to you than he should ever be.
"You should be with someone stable, like Jaewoong--"
"I hate Jaewoong, he's a fucking asshole!"
"I said he's an asshole. He just sucks up to parents so that they don't think he'd be capable of being horrible. But he is, mom. All he ever does is look down on people. I'd rather die than date someone like him."
The room was quiet now, save for the soft sound of the tv playing in the background.
"Jungkook is a delinquent. That boy walks around getting into fights, smoking, skipping class, hanging around gangs. What could you possibly want from him?"
Your mother's face showed her genuine confusion at the mere idea of her sweet daughter defending such an outcast. It only made you feel worse, knowing how many other people thought about Jungkook the way she was displaying now. It broke your heart to act like those people when he'd been nothing but sweet to you. Now, you'd fucked it up and lost him.
"I'm not talking about this with you, mom. Not when you haven't taken so much as a second to actually find out what Jungkook is like. If you treated him like a human, you'd find out he's the opposite of what people make him out to be."
It was painful to try and get your parents to change their views. Your mother was much softer, sure, but still difficult. So, you turned and huffed your way up the stairs, door slamming shut behind you as the faint click of the lock indicated your permanent abandonment of the conversation. All you could do was hope that Jungkook would give you a chance to make it all up to him.
