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Pure love? Jungkook was not aware of such a thing.
count ➵ 2455 words genre ➵ fluff/angst theme ➵ romance warning ➵ explicit language, some amount of sexual scenes, mentions of sexual harrassment characters ➵ jungkook/oc/bts
[one] chapter TWO
Oh no.
Jungkook freezes in place for a few seconds, contemplating on whether to turn on his heel, head back to his car as quietly as possible, and go cafe-hunting which could waste his time and make him late for work or face the person who was just minding her own business and doing her job behind the counter. He thinks for a good few seconds, feeling a little pressured by an imaginary timer ticking only in his head, but realizes: what the hell was he so scared for? It’s not like he did anything wrong. So, he walks forward courageously, lining up, or rather, subconsciously hiding himself, behind a taller man clad in a brown coat.
The line to get his coffee on normal mornings always felt so long: it always felt like hours before it was finally his turn, but today, it felt like it had only been seconds. Jungkook, despite saying he was completely unbothered by the existence he was about to acknowledge after such an embarrassing event, inwardly curses once he takes a step forward for his turn, a little bit less than five centimeters from the counter.
“Good morning, what can I get for you?”
“U-uh,” he stutters, eyeing the girl who paid no attention to him...yet. “Two Americanos, please.”
He watches anxiously as the girl in front of him falters for a second, looking up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. She blinks, eyes widening, cheeks going red, and quickly ducks her head down to focus on the cash register. She sticks her hand out, which he immediately assumes it’s for the card and hands it to her, and she swipes it as fast as she can and hands it back to him as fast as she can. “T-Thank you,” she says.
The awkwardness was evident in her actions - Jungkook could even sense a hint of fear in them. He lets out a dejected sigh. Somehow, his heart felt heavy. The male sticks out his hand, dismissing the sounds of groaning customers from behind who just wanted to get their morning coffee. “I’m Jungkook,” he introduces himself, gathering himself and his sanity. “I’m sorry for what happened a few nights back - I... I was being a jerk.”
It takes a while for her to look up, and when she does, she’s wary of him. But eventually, she accepts his handshake. “I’m Yoojin,” she introduces herself, though her eyes still showed distrust. Jungkook remembers the way his fingers sneaked up on her thighs and the way she obviously didn’t want it. He immediately bows to apologize, wanting the scene to be erased from his memory. “I-It’s okay,” she continues, a hint and sign for him to move so she could focus on the other customers. “Have a nice day.”
And with that, Jungkook takes his leave and his two cups of Americano coffee.
“Hyung, I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life!” Jungkook rants as he shoves the cup of iced coffee into the elder man’s hands, driplets of coffee spilling from the lid and rolling down Yoongi’s pale fingers.
“At least be careful with your handling of my precious cup of coffee?” Yoongi rolls his eyes, taking a sip anyways, taking no interest in wiping the driplets away.
Jungkook sprawls himself out on the couch, groaning in absolute humiliation, eyes shut tight. The latter takes a seat on the office chair, moving in front of the younger with his eyes glued to the phone in his hand. Yoongi was disinterested in the sob story, but he asks about it anyways. “What happened?”
Jungkook glowers, not at Yoongi, but at himself. “You know a few nights ago? That night I actually caught Hyejin at my place with Tae right after I finished with that girl I took home?”
Yoongi lets out a hum, as if to say ‘yes’.
“Well, at the club, you could say I actually...uh... tried to touch someone without their consent,” Jungkook manages to admit. He knew Yoongi to be a stern man - one that hated injustice, especially towards girls - and never wanted to disappoint him: he was his role model. But for there to be trust between each other, one must tell the truth.
Yoongi’s eyes snaps away from the phone, staring at the younger in silent anger. He stares at the younger one, shaking his head in disgust, his lips turned downwards in disapproval. “You’re disgusting, Jeon Jungkook. How could you even do that?”
“I was drunk and horny!” Jungkook argues, pitch raising.
Yoongi only rolls his eyes, placing his attention back onto the phone.“Yeah, what about that girl?”
“She works at the coffee shop near my place.”
Yoongi blinks for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. “Serves you right, dick.”
Jungkook groans again, a couple of whines streaming from his mouth. Then he stops himself, sitting upright on the couch. “Oh, hyung, I heard we’re working with a new artist?” Jungkook asks out of the blue. He wasn’t trying to change the topic - he was just more worried about his work.
“Mhm,” Yoongi nods. “She’s coming in a few minutes.”
Jungkook nods back. “What’s her name?”
“Park Aera,” Yoongi utters flatly. Jungkook throws his head back a little, eyebrows furrowed as he takes an interest at the floor beneath them. How’s he gonna work with a trainee with a namesake of a girl he’s just screwed a few nights ago?
Knock knock.
“She’s here,” Yoongi says, grunting as he gets off of his chair, walking towards the glass door. He opens it, back facing Jungkook, and bows down to the girl in front of him as she did the same.
“Come in,” Jungkook heard Yoongi say, sure that there was a polite smile on his face right now. The younger tries to peek at the girl’s face from where he was sat, only being able to see a portion of her forehead and dark hair since Yoongi was blocking her from his view. She walks past Yoongi, revealing herself.
Jungkook’s eyes widen in horror. Was God really playing with him right now?
“A-Aera,” he sheepishly calls out, standing up to bow to her. “Nice meeting you.”
The girl, who wore a less revealing outfit than when he first met her, took a look at him. She looked fairly innocent in nothing but exercise shorts and a cute pastel pink sweater, her light brown hair freely flowing at the end of her shoulders.Her smile faded and her bright eyes were replaced with anger. “Nice to meet you, too,” she says through gritted teeth, not even bothering to bow back to him.
Yoongi’s eyes travel between both figures as he stood in the middle. Sensing the tension between the two, he walks over to Jungkook after gesturing for the girl to sit where she pleased.
“What’s up?” Yoongi whispers into the other’s ear, trying not to make it obvious to the newbie in the room.
Jungkook makes a face. “Shes’s the girl I brought home.”
The elder stops a smile from forming on his lips. He whispers back while Aera settles herself on the couch Jungkook just stood up from. “Again, serves you right, you dick.”
There came the sounds again. The sounds that drove Jungkook insane. They used to be solely only for him to hear: him being the cause of all the moans, the whimpers, the pants that Hyejin would make. He’d be right in between her legs, tongue flat against the folds of her womanhood, and she’d be in absolute euphoria, red lips parted open, pretty eyes shut tight as she’d yell his name out for the entire neighborhood to hear.
But that was before he fucked up.
“Taehyung - fuck, I’m cumming!”
He could hear them. Hell, he could feel them. The constant banging of Taehyung’s bed against the wall vibrated against his headboard, causing him to scowl.
“Why the hell are they fucking on a weekday?” he hisses to himself as he lies on his bed. “Fucking pricks.”
He sits up, lets out a frustrated sigh, and buries his face into the palms of his rough hands. The man gets on his feet, grabs his jacket, taking a box of cigarettes and stuffing them in his pocket along with his favorite lighter, and walks out of the shared apartment. Of course, he doesn’t fail to bang the doors loud enough when he left, hoping to disrupt the other two who were deeply engaged in their activities. That seemed to fail though, there was no pause in the sounds that managed to seep even through the thick walls. He rolls his eyes as his feet walk take steps to the elevator.
He was already stressed enough with the deadline for the album he and Yoongi were working on. The two composers only had three months to work on ten songs - it was nearly impossible. The deadline was drawing close and it was probably the stress that caused him to act out on impulse. That’s how he lost his Hyejin. But still... he was angry. She was just adding up to more stress. What was he expecting? He was much younger than she was. She needed someone to take care of her too but he was never there.
“Ah, fuck,” he curses, stomping his way out of the elevator and marching outside of the doors.
The streets around his neighborhood were quiet at night. Of course, he could hear some cars honking here and there, some cars beeping to signify they’d been locked, and some dogs barking and cats screeching, but they were all very faint. Walking at night was usually not dangerous - there were guards that liked to patrol every now and then - but the man kept a pocketknife with him at all times nonetheless.
Jungkook strolls around, just breathing in the fresh air to free himself of further tension. He wants to get rid of everything bad in his life. How hard could that be? All he had to do was run away. That was a stupid thought - he was doing so well at work. Whatever.
He could hear laughter and chattering and his head swings upwards to see a couple wearing uniforms. High school kids most likely. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous - he had never actually experienced that kind of love. One where it was just about being happy with each other, all innocent and pure. Puppy love.
He had been thrown into the music industry at such a young age, exposed to the wonders of the adult world. His talent for composing was beyond his age, hence, his having to work with people much older than he was. All the exposure to alcohol and older friends and women lead him to follow exactly what they did. Perhaps that was the only naive and innocent act he’s ever done: to follow what adults did, just as children would follow their parents. Other than that, he only knew of lust and love built on sex - but never the one that just brought him genuine joy. That’s what his songs lacked: sincerity.
He turns at a corner, finding a small pathway leading to the other side of the neighborhood with a few houses and the backdoors of shops separated by red brick walls on both sides. He lies lazily against a wall, taking out his cigarette and lighting one, sticking it in between his lips.
“Damn it, Yoojin, do you really think that was necessary?”
Jungkook turns his head to the right, where the source of the voice stemmed from. He could only see the silhouette heads of two people standing behind one of the walls: a man who looked a little chubby and a much smaller girl. The man was clearly scolding her, hands up in the air in frustration, as the girl bows her head in shame.
“I-I just didn’t think it was right!” she argued back.
“So what? They’re customers-”
“They were touching Mina!” she presses on. “Inappropriately too!”
“That’s Mina’s problem!” the male yells. “Don’t even think about your paycheck for this month.”
“Sir, wait, no!”
And a door was slammed. After a few minutes, Jungkook puffing circles of smoke in that duration, he hears footsteps coming his way and a few sniffles and sobs here and there. She was still covered by the shadows, Jungkook curiously staring at the vague figure as she approaches. Shameless? Yes, but did he care? No.
And then she reveals herself. Jungkook almost chokes on the smoke he was inhaling. It was her again. She looks up at him, stopping curtly in her tracks, eyes puffy and cheeks red from the crying she did. The man’s eyes widen, shying away from hers a little, but she walks away after recognizing him, faster than before.
“Wait!” he calls out, stopping her once again. “I...I’m sorry about that night!”
She barely looks over her shoulder, eyes cold. “It’s okay.”
He jogs over to her, grabbing her by the wrist. “Look, I’m not that type of person - I was just drunk-”
She flinches at his touch, trying to escape from him. He loosens his grip on her, forgetting that he did touch her without her consent - maybe being close to her wasn’t even a good idea. Jungkook purses his lips, wanting some sort of approval from the latter, as he takes his hand off completely off of her. He takes out his pack, picking op a cigarette and offering it to her suggestively. She looks at it, then at him, shaking her head. “I... I don’t smoke.”
He couldn’t hide the surprise on his face - he hasn’t met a woman who didn’t smoke yet. Jungkook knows they exist, he just never actually talked to one. “Oh.”
“It’s really okay-” she sighs, finally understanding that he wasn’t like that, but he stops her from saying more.
“Hey, you know what...” he says, throwing his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it to put out the fire. At times like these, he knew people needed to be heard. He was once one of them too, all alone and sad, just wanting for someone to listen to them. “There’s a little park nearby. The swings are kinda rusty but they work well - I could lend you my ear as an act of apology?”
The girl blinks. Jungkook couldn’t read her expression. “Why are you so eager?”
Right? Why was he so eager? Jungkook didn’t know either. He just wanted to rectify his wrongdoings. After seeing her devastated state and hearing what had happened, he was sure he’d be more stressed out and guilty once he gets home. “I just feel bad,” he explains.
A friendly smile forms on his face. “Again, Jeon Jungkook.”
She takes a moment, scanning him from head to toe. She bites her lip. “ Choi Yoojin,” she introduces herself hesitantly.
A/N: Quite a boring chapter, but I hope you guys liked it nonetheless. Chapter three will be coming soon and I hopefully finish fixing my blog soon! Please do send in asks - they motivate me a lot.
Just wondering, but every story has one lead female character. Can any of you predict who it is?
