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Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (One)

Part of the ‘Married to You’ Series

Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter One

You watch silently as the dark red, mahogany casket is slowly lowered into the ground and as it disappears from your view, you send one final goodbye to your grandfather.

A sob emits from your left and you turn, placing a comforting arm around your mother, giving her a reassuring squeeze. You all knew that it was coming but it was still hard. The only comfort was knowing that your grandfather had lived a full and adventurous life. He had worked hard and built himself up from the bottom, opening a successful cafe which he had passed down to your parents before his death. He had travelled the world in his youth and made many friends along the way, one of them being your grandmother. He had two sons and four grandchildren and as he took his last breath in his bed, he was surrounded by those that loved him. He left with a smile on his lips.

After the burial service you stood outside with your parents and thanked the guests for attending. You bowed respectfully to each person, shaking their hands and hugging them when offered.

“Sweetie, you remember Mr Jeon don’t you?” your mother gestures to the old man standing beside her and you recognise him immediately. Mr Jeon was one of your grandfather’s closest friend and your families have always been close. In fact, his grandson had been your best friend growing up and you would often be over at his house, playing. He treated you like a granddaughter and him and your grandfather would always joke that when you and his grandson were older, the two of you should get married and make it official. Back then you had no problem with that idea.

You note that he looks just the same and adorable in his black suit and black bow tie. “Of course, I remember Mr Jeon” you smile in response.

“Pfft and yet I still have to remind you to call me grandpa Jeon not Mr Jeon. Mr Jeon sounds so stuffy” he scolds you light-heartedly, opening his arms for an embrace, which you happily accept.

“Sorry, sorry I forgot. How have you been, grandpa Jeon?” you ask politely.

He lets out a dramatic sigh and pretends to stare off into the distance “I’m getting older and that grandson of mine still hasn’t found himself a wife yet!”, he grumbles.

You ignore the flicker of emotion at the mention of his grandson. The last time you had been in the same room as him was almost three years ago. Since then you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him, which as it turned out wasn’t that much because you didn’t exactly hang out in the same social circle as him so the chances of bumping into each other were slim to none.

“-and you! Why have you not come to visit me?” grandpa Jeon’s remark pulls you from your thoughts and you glance at him in surprise. You hadn’t realised that you had zoned out whilst he was talking. “Why don’t you come over for dinner anymore?”

“Now, now grandpa Jeon you’ll pull a muscle” your mother gently says to him, patting his back. “You can’t blame the poor girl for wanting to explore and live her life. You and father did the same thing when you were younger, remember? Now let’s get you in a taxi and home safe”.

You send a silent thank you to your mother for helping distract grandpa Jeon. He was a kind old man but he also had a stubborn streak. Once he had an idea in his head, no one could talk him out of it.

“I don’t need a taxi; my grandson is coming to pick me up. Ah there he is now. Jungkook!” he waves his arm at someone behind you and you freeze at the mention of his name.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook was here?

“I have to go to the bathroom” you lie and excuse yourself, hurriedly making your way towards the bathroom, hoping that Jungkook hadn’t spotted you. You sneak a quick glance behind you as you leave and catch a glimpse of his side profile. He still looks the same, if a little taller. He’s wearing a black suit with a black dess shirt, forgoing the tie. You hate to admit it but from what you saw, he still looked as handsome as ever.

As if noticing your eyes on him Jungkook turns his head towards you and you quickly turn away before your eyes could meet. Praying that he hadn’t caught you. The last thing you wanted to do was be anywhere near Jeon Jungkook. Especially since your last encounter wasn’t a very pleasant one. It was crazy to think that you two had been good friends once, now you were barely acquaintances.

–

You and Jungkook had grown up together and you had considered him your best friend. Your families were close and so you spent most of your childhood with him, at his house.

As you hit puberty and your body went through changes, so did your feelings towards him. You had always treated Jungkook as nothing but a friend, however one day you caught yourself staring at his lips and thinking how nice they were. You tried to brush it off and tell yourself that it was a once off and that you had temporarily lost your mind but as the years went by your feelings for Jungkook deepened. In the span of a few weeks he went from your childhood friend to your first crush and boy did you crush hard.

You weren’t the only one that changed though. As you both got older, Jungkook grew more and more distant, spending less time with you until you two barely talked, except at family events, where you were forced to sit next to each other. At first you were hurt but then other things caught your attention, for example books and boy bands. You were also content with watching him from afar.

You watched as Jungkook matured from an awkward and dorky child into a charming, rebellious teenager. He was the popular one in school and everyone loved him, especially the girls. He was rowdy and often disturbed the class, running down the halls with his friends but yet he still managed to get good grades, which annoyed you to no end because even though you studied constantly, your grades were mediocre at best.

You were one of many girls who had a crush on Jungkook. The only difference between you and them was that you actually knew him, which only made you like him even more. Every day you woke up excited for school so that you could stare at him from your seat, two rows behind him. You were young and in love and at the centre of your universe was Jeon Jungkook.

Finally after years of pining, when you turned fifteen you finally mustered up the courage to confess your feelings to Jungkook. You had decided to write him a letter, which included a poem you wrote especially for him and one day just before class ended, you had slipped it under his desk and into one of his books.

What you never expected was that one of his friends would ask to borrow his book and when he opened it your letter fluttered out. Your heart had stopped as his friends had gathered around and when they realised the letter from you, they read it aloud, stopping every now and then to laugh and mock you.

The entire time you sat there, wishing the ground would swallow you whole, as they made fun of you. The entire class joined in on teasing you and when you looked to Jungkook for help, he had ignored him, refusing to make eye contact. He even laughed along to some of their comments.

In that moment your heart was crushed and humiliated you grabbed your bag and left. You hid yourself in the bathroom the entire day, crying, not knowing that word about your letter had spread throughout the school like wildfire. You became the joke of the school.

The next day when you arrived, the kids greeted you with a nickname, Jungkook’s crazy stalker. It was humiliating and soul crushing. Wherever you went the students would mock you and quote your letter back to you, twisting your words and making them sound crude and perverted. It was the hardest few weeks of your life but what hurt the most was that during the entire thing, not once did Jungkook approach you.

He continued to ignore you and eventually you gave up hoping that he would come to your rescue. You forced yourself to get over your crush for him, which to a fifteen-year-old girl was like asking her to stop eating carbs, tough and near impossible. However, it was easy to get over someone when they ignored your very existence. You convinced yourself that Jungkook was not the hero you had painted him out to be in your imagination.

You stopped attending the fortnightly family dinners, using the excuse that you had to focus on your studies, which your parents believed and just like that the rift between the two of you began to grow. You managed to avoid each other for the next few years as you both went to different universities. Sometimes you would see something that would remind you of him every now and then but it was easy to brush it aside.

The next and last time you would be in the same room as Jungkook was when you had turned twenty. It was Christmas and his parents were hosting their annual Christmas party. You had heard from your parents that Jungkook was currently studying overseas so you had agreed to attend.

Sometime during the night, you had picked up a glass of champagne, and then another glass…and then another. By your fourth glass, or at least you thought it was your fourth, you were pretty drunk. Your head started spinning and so you went to upstairs to find yourself a bed to rest in. As if by instinct your body took you straight to Jungkook’s room. You had spent most of your childhood in there and so it was the one place in the house that you were familiar with it. You collapsed onto his bed and closed your eyes, kicking off your heels, one foot at a time.

Suddenly you heard the sound of the door to the en suite open and someone mutter “What the hell?”. The next thing you knew Jungkook was towering over you at the edge of the bed. His hair was wet and he had on nothing but a black towel wrapped around his waist.

You must be dreaming, you thought to yourself drunkenly. You watched as a droplet of water falls from his wet hair onto his shoulder, leaving a happy trail down his bare chest before disappearing into the edge of the towel, which was hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Suddenly you felt hot so you reached for the bottom of your sweater and pulled it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your nude bra. You tossed the jumper behind you without a care. Still feeling hot you rose up onto your knees on the bed and your hands made their way to the button at the top of your jeans.

“Woah, woah what are you doing? Stop!” Jungkook exclaimed in shocked and lunged forward catching your hand in his hand and effectively stopping you. “No, don’t do that” he scolded you, his face only inches away from yours.

You gave into your urge and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, you inhaled his scent. He smelt like citrus scented soap you noted to yourself. You opened your eyes and found that his lips were in your direct line of sight. You had always wondered how soft they were and so taking advantage of the situation, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his.

At the touch of your lips your heart fluttered at how soft they were. It was then that you realised the kiss felt too real to be a dream.

Shocked, you immediately pulled back and separated yourself from Jungkook by giving him a rough shove which caused him to topple off the bed. His towel got caught between his legs and it loosened as he fell, falling open, showing you everything.

Embarrassed you covered your eyes and looked away but it was too late. The image was forever imprinted on your brain. You scanned the room for your jumper, which was laying on the edge of the bed and slipped it on and then got out of there as fast as lightning. You hadn’t even bothered to put on your shoes.

–

To this day you weren’t sure if Jungkook still remembered what had happened but just the thought of it still sent you into a ball of embarrassment. You couldn’t believe that you had stumbled into Jungkook’s room, kissed him and then-

Every time you think about it, you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. Jungkook was definitely very well endowed. The knowledge itself was enough to almost kill you and you don’t know how you were going to face him ever again.

Thankfully though, after that night your paths never crossed again.

Until now.

To be Continued.

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