Sweeter Than Fiction | JJK
PAIRING: Boxer!Jungkook x Ballerina!Reader
GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXING AU, DANCE AU, SMUT, FLUFF ANGST
WORDS: 15K
SUMMARY:
Youre so in love yet miles apart–when navigating trust and distance–What's left to lose? Besides yourselves.
WARNINGS: Angst, JUNGKOOK SMOKING, toxic mom, toxic mindsets, high expectations, mom living her dream through y/n, naive Oc (lowkey), drugs, Jungkook is mad and sad and curses a lot, they are SO whipped for each other, MRS. CHUU SLAYYYYY, its kinda sad tho-, cursing, they're complete opposites, cringe nicknames (obviously), ANNOYING inner thoughs AGAIN, reader is insecure (even more now) shes sad :(, emo boy Jk, inexperienced reader, she feels anxious and alone, bad thoughts
A/N: lord have mercy
You can't pinpoint the exact moment you returned to the hotel, got off your sweaty clothes and into the shower. It was as if time had stopped and everything around you was unreal. The water streaming down your shoulders, hips, and legs, eventually collecting at your feet, scarcely registered in your mind.
You let out a big sigh as you reach for a bottle of shampoo and began massaging it into your hair, savouring the unhurried and careless action. After all, you didn't have anywhere else to be anyway.
Youre pretty sure your moms fast asleep, so you could take your sweet time getting ready for bed, doing your way too long skincare and maybe putting on a movie while youre at it.
The thought of some much needed selfcare puts a smile on your face.
Tomorrow, when you drive back, the trip that would normally take only two hours would probably seem to last forever or to pass in the blink of an eye. Youll soon find out. It's almost as if you've been gone for a few hours, not a whole day.
Everything passed by so fast...the competition, the performance, the drive back to the hotel. It all passed in the blink of an eye and its almost as if your body is moving on its own at this point, your soul just existing within.
Now staring at the mirror fresh out the shower a hollow version of yourself reflects in it, eyes staring into your own as you refelct on every decision that lead you to meet Jungkook.
What would have happened if you hadn't sneaked away to the beach that day? What would have happened if Jungkook hadn't shown up? What if you hadn't scolded him?
"The fish... you know, you could've unintentionally harmed them with the size of those rocks you threw,"
"Fuck the fish,"
"I don't care about some damn fish,"
A giggle leaves your lips at the memory, your hand brushing over your face to clean of the rest of the makeup from today.
You notice a pool of red and grey forms in the water. You can't help but feel relieved as you wash your face, knowing it's now cleaner than it was before.
Its relieving
Applying makeup has always been your least favourite aspect of ballet. Sure, it made you look nice, but taking it off was always a pain. You actually looked better without it, in your opinion. However, whenever you applied makeup, especially when you had a date with Jungkook, there was still a sense of excitement and fun.
Aaand there he was again, filling your thoughts all the time.
Jungkook
Jungkook
Jungkook
Your mind wanders to what hes up to. Was he thinking about you, as well? Or had he gone on with his life?
It's a scary thought.
Maybe that was it? That he might have ended your relationship that day by abruptly leaving your house.
You take deep breath in then out again.
Calm down.
The possibility had never occurred to you before. Could that have been his way of silently saying "we're done"? The ambiguity persists, putting you in a fit of emotions and unresolved questions.
Theres no way hed broken up with you...right? Its true he hasnt texted you in a few days but thats...that was normal after a fight right?
But then again, you didnt even fight, hed just...left.
"Darn it," you murmur as you drop the moisturiser you were using, your hands trembling as you pick it up and close the lid, cleaning up the spilled product.
Fortunately, this diverted your attention away from the tension that was building up in your entire body as you turned off the light and went to bed, ready to leave first thing the next morning.
-
"Do you plan on staying in here all day?" Your mother's voice stops your train of thought, her small figure stationed at the hotel room's entryway.
You take a breather from cramming the last few items into your small pink Remowa suitcase, a gift from Mrs. Chuu on your 16th birthday five years ago.
The memory brings a grin to your face. While you've never been one to seek out the latest Chanel bag or any other high end brand, this thing holds a special place in your heart.
"For when i cant accompany to any competitions" she winks
Your smile grows wider, cheeks roud as you look up at her in adoration "wow" you sigh "thank you so much mrs. Chuu" you hug her tightly, causisng her to let out a huff, patting your back.
"Y/n!" Your mother's voice calls out again, leading you to zip up the bag and apologise to her as you walk to the door. Taking one last look at the room so you wont forget anything.
"Sorry," you begin, knowing that ignoring her is a fast way to irritate her. You've already crossd the line thanks to the shower and long skincare routine in the bathroom that disrupted her "precious" sleep last night. Oh well, you think, brushing off the slight inconvenience.
Your mom wouldnt accept a sorry anyway, so you wondered why you still continued to say it over and over again.
"Have you heard anything from Dad yet?How is his arrival in Australia going?" You ask nonchalantly as you walk past the beautiful reception of the 5 star hotel.
You feel a pang of regret for missing out on the breakfast buffet–you're a sucker for those, but it's too late, and you need to get home before dinner to enjoy the last rays of sun at the beach before it gets dark
"Hes doing fine," your mother says, nodding. "He's pleased with how well you did. I sent him the video of your performance yesterday," she says, a proud smile on her lips. The pride, however, isn't for you; it's because, once again, shes the center of attention of other parents. People admire her for your performance.
You notice how her sense of accomplishment grows with each competitionyou win.
There was a time she used to show you old pictures of herself when she was your age or even younger, she seemed happy, beaming with contentment.
That bliss, however, appears to have hidden deep within her, only to resurface when shes able to live her ballet dreams vicariously through you.
You really appreciate your mutual love of ballet.
Its something that bonds tbe two fo you together.
However, with each tournament you win and price you receive, you can't shake the idea that you're progressively transforming into your mother. What if you end up acting just like her? After all, like she often points out, you two were so similar when you were younger.
You sigh.
Sometimes You can't sleep at night because you're afraid of becoming just like her. You find yourself overthinking, considering whether or not you should have children in the future for that exact reason. What if you put your failed dreams on them, like she did on you?
Shaking your head you drift back to reality.
"Remind him to bring those cookies he got last time," you grin, recalling the treat your father brought back from his previous business trip to Australia two years earlier.
"Don't you think those aren't exactly healthy?" your mother asks as she slips into the car, dragging her new chanel bag with her as you get in from the other side. You roll your eyes.
"It's not like I'll eat them all in one go," you say with a sigh. "Plus, after yesterday, I think I deserve a sweet treat. I'm sick of the same rice and chicken routine," you complain, hoping to persuade her.
Your mother, on the other hand, chooses to disregard your complaints. So you make a mental note to text your dad about those cookies, determined to get what you want. Besides asking him how hes doing of course.
You: hope your flight wasnt too long, mom and i miss you.
You: do bring back some of the cookies you bought last time😋 love you
With that you turn off your phone, the car having started driving a few minjtes ago as you now stare out the window.
Going back home and having to face your problems again was the least you wanted to do right now.
-
"Youre looking for y/n" she breathes out. And Jungkooks world clashes down.
Her words are soft. But hold more meaning than she probably knows. If she found out about you two, that would mean your mom would as well.
He remembers you telling him the two of them were close;
"They hang out from time to time for tea or lunch"
Shit.
Lie, Jungkook. Come up with a good fucking lie because this woman looks like she knows every fucking unholy thing hes ever done
"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about," Jungkook's voice trembled with agitation. His tattooed fists clenched hard at his sides, the pressure turning his knuckles white.
His skin was burning hot, the desire to take off his annoying leather jacket becoming stronger by the minute.
But he was out of here soon enough for him to need it again. So he kept it on. Sweat forming on his forehead.
Youd be so mad if you found out he was here without letting you know beforehand. Fuck. What was his plan anyway?
What would he have done if you were, in fact, here? Finishing up your class, cleaning up the mirror and floor, in your cute pink outfit-
Goddamnit.
"Im sorry for fucking running away from the truth like a fucking idiot" ?
Now thinkjng about it, Jungkook came here unprepared. More than he thought.
For fucks sake Jungkook, get it together.
It wasn't that he was unfamiliar with lying, or that he was particularly awful at it. On the contrary, hed lied about a bunch of shit in his life. Ditching school, ditching family funktions...
But this situation had him in a vice grip, choking the words right out of him. The questions that ran through his head were never-ending. How did she find out? That Was he the one? Did you tell her about him all along? Did she find out the truth on her own? His thoughts were a swirl of perplexity and distrust.
What. The. Fuck.
"If I hear one more obscenity from you, you'll be asked to leave," her calm but firm voice said. It was undoubtedly similar to how you had described her in the early days of your relationship–kind, yet demanding respect and obedience.
"Shes lovely...but you have to have a certain etiquette to..." you drift off, your eyes narrowing. "-to be on her good side?" You tilt your head and Jungkook tilts it right back "i think shed love you regardless, but lets still not...make a big fuss about us being together" you sigh
"Listen," he says, his voice husk and shaky "I don't belong here." His words vibrate through the air, heavy with his desire to leave. "And I'm not going to fucki-" Her strong gaze abruptly ends his sentence. So he takes a big breath and clears his throat before continuing. "What I mean is, I'm not going to pretend that I do."
His arms cross over his chest, creating a protective barrier. Its something hes always done, as if his much stronger-than-before arms would protect him from anything.
His palm then automatically seeks for the cold metal of his Harley keys in his back pocket not even a milisecond later, a way of showing his intention to leave.
But then the woman in front of him speaks up, her words slamming into him like a train. "Y/n left," she says, words piercing through him like a knife.
The words repeat in his mind, echoing in the vacant places of his heart. Even if she said it ten thousand times, he wouldnt believe it.
You...left?
-
The travel home is relatively laid back, with only some soft music playing on the cars radio. As you get closer to Seoul, you notice the buildings getting bigger and the streets increasing, very different from what the countryside looked like just a few hours ago.
Home sweet home is only a few minutes away. And you can't wait to relax in your own bed, and maybe continue the book you were reading. One you bought with Jungkook a few weeks back.
Darn it.
On the other hand, the beach was calling, remindingbyou of your plans of watching the sun set this morning.
It would be a good way to relax, away from home, away from the proximity of your mom.
Just you and a few birds maybe, although it was getting colder...
Your lips purse as your mind wanders through many thoughts, your gaze examining the passing highways and farmland.
The clothes you're wearing become a little too snug, and the thought of changing into your comfy leggings and hoodie becomes more appealing.
What if you put on Jungkook's? The ones he "accidentally" left at your house?
Shit...
Would it be weird? Wearing your boyfriends or ex boyfriends–you still werent sure–hoodie?
You wonder if they'd still carry his smel–that combination of expensive cologne and a tiny hint of smoke
God you hated it. But it reminded you of him.
A sigh escapes your lips, and you notice your mother's faint eye roll in your peripheral vision. She, as always, refrains from asking any questions.
Good. You didnt want her to.
What would you say anyway?; "yeah im sad cause i have no idea if my boyfriend, that ive been keeping a secret from you for months now, broke up with me"?
Yeah right
You notice your lips getting dry as your fingers absentmindedly scrape away the remnants of chipped nail polish, causing you to grab for your favourite vanilla chapstick.
The familiar aroma reminds you of Jungkook, who, ironically, liked this exact chapstick. It's almost annoying how everything seems to point back to him. You can't help but wonder why the world keeps bringing him up. Even the clouds in the sky have become almlst symbolic- wait is that one shaped like his head?
You accidentally smack your head on the window, causing your mother's head to snap back in disapproval.
"Sorry," you mumble as you apply the chapstick and return it to the pink Dior bag.
You need to get out of here. Now.
A heavy sigh escapes your lips once more, and your mother appears to be about to speak out when the car abruptly comes to a halt.
You've arrived. Finally.
-
"Class is at 5 tomorrow!" your mother yells from downstairs as you take two steps up the stairs, eager to get to your room
"Got it!" you yell back, without looking her in the eyes, not wanting to see the stern look she had in them.
Your bag swings violently from side to side, as if you're fleeing from someone, as you reach the last few steps–you're only trying to catch the sunset thats in...you glimpse at your phone–in exactly 25 minutes.
"You can't be late on your first day back after the competition," she adds, her words reverberating in your ears. As you rip your door open, discarding shoes and garments with eager eyes, quietly praying that your favourite leggings made it into Mrs. Lin's washing machine, you dismissively repeat your earlier statement.
After you, in fact, found your favourite leggings, you reach to your closet for a hoodie.
Your wardrobe was big, but each hoodie you see is either too thin for the weather or just plain ugly.
Ripping out a dark grey one hanging at the very end in a split second choice, you smile, only to see it's one of Jungkook's.
Shit.
But, really, could you expect anything else?
A quick peek at your watch informs you that there is no time for a wardrobe change, so you run back downstairs, praying your mother doesn't notice you wearing a man's hoodie...–under your raincoat at least.
It was supposed to rain today, so walking outside without a jacket wasn't a good idea.
The last thing you needed was to get sick now.
As you pass by the kitchen, a breeze messes up your hair, and the fragrance of coffee slows you down slightly.
Coffee at this hour?
A quick check to your right reveals your mother, clutching a mug of what you suppose is coffee and inspecting you.
Looking up and down, raising a brow and then going back to her magazines. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun like she always had, white expensive sweater over her petite frame as she browsed through what you assumed was the latest issue of vogue or some other of he magazines.
You made a mental note to steal them later to take a look as well.
"Where do you think you're going?" She speaks in that irritated, harsh tone that makes your fingers tingle.
Calm down y/n, you've done nothing wrong. Nothing.
"The beach?" you ask, out of breath from the haste of getting dressed, phone clutched in your hand, even if you didnt exactly need it. No one was gonna text you anyway, and music wasnt the vibe you were going for. It was raining anyway, your headphones would just get damaged.
"This late?" You mom speaks up after a second of finishing the last page and now fully turning her attention to you, something you hated. Feeling seen, by her–her judgement. What didnt she like about you today? Your hair? Your shoes? Your makeup?
Maybe too much make up? Or too little?
You merely nod as she snaps back. "Got a bit of a headache, thought some fresh air might help-" your sentence is cut off, your mom letting out an annoyed sigh as she opens another magazine, Elle, interesting.
You can tell she's trying to care. Sorta. But it never quite lands.
Each and every time. You witness her effort, and while it warms your heart to see her try, it also hurts you since she constantly gives up midway.
"You've been going out a lot lately," she says as she takes another sip of the hot beverage, making you choke as you gaze away from her, your fingers playing with the fabric of Jungkook's sweatshirt that's covered away by the coat. Thank heavens.
It's a difficult position, with a little drizzle beginning to fall outside your windows, making you sigh at the thought of taking a shower after returning from the beach. However, not even the weather could stop you from going out tonight.
You needed this.
Freedom.
Fresh air.
You take a deep breath in, then out.
You needed time alone. For real this time.
"Well, I've been making some friends at the academy, so I've been hanging out with them," you explain, a half-truth hanging in the air. Sure, you've made friends, perhaps more than friends, but not at the academy–rather the contrary.
You don't want your mother to dive into the details–instead, you wait for her to hum, look away, and let you go.
That is what you are wishing for right now. However, she surprises you by turning towards you, her brow furrowed, indicating she isn't going to let you off the hook so lightly.
"Really? Who? Do I know who their parents are?" The question catches you off guard, and you clutch your bag anxiously. Oh, no.
"You don't," you say a little too fast, almost stumbling over your own words before you catch yourself and breathe normally again
Your chapsticked lips let out a frightened laugh. Laughable. You mentally roll your eyes as your mother tilts her head. Please don't ask any more questions, please-
"I hope they're not distracting you too much, you know how I feel about that," she says with a shake of her head. "Perfection can't be achieved by anyone but-"
"Yourself," you finish her phrase, causing her to grimace. "I know," you confess. "I swear I'm fine," you say.
Well, you were, till you weren't.
Why does your mother have to speak to you now, of all times? You're on the verge of missing the sunset! So you take a few steps back saying "I'm going to head out now, I promise I won't be home too late," you say, your steps speeding with each syllable.
Ignoring her calls, you rush out the door, over the patio, into the small forest, and finally to the shore.
Only 10 minutes to go.
As you take in your surroundings, a smile spreads across your face. The sight of birds flying in the air adds to the beauty.
This is home.
The beach had a way of taking away your worries, making them disappear.
The slight aroma of Jungkook's cologne from the borrowed hoodie brings you back to reality as you stand there.
Talk about perfect timing.
-
Despite Jungkook's initial attempt to remain calm and appear unconcerned about Mrs. Chuu's statements, the undeniable truth hung in the air–he came here for you.
Mrs. Chuu was onto him. That was for sure.
Yet, Jungkook avoids looking back at her for the first several seconds, allowing her words to sink in like heavy weights.
'She left.' The words repeat in his head like a endless loop, running marathons around his mind, each repetition amplifying ihis dizziness.
The, the realisation sinks in–he made a huge mistake. Obviously.
'What if' possibilities swirl in his mind like a storm.
"She's at a competition," Mrs. Chuu says, breaking the silence. "You must have really messed it up with her because she decided to participate very spontaneously." The weight of her words hangs heavy on Jungkook as he gulps and turns to face her.
Mrs. Chuu shakes her head in despair as guilt is engraved all over his usually composed features. "I offered her to go a few weeks ago, and for some reason, she immediately denied," she adds as Jungkook remains silent. "Now I know why."
Jungkook's brows knit in bewilderment as a realisation dawns, causing his face to relax for a brief minute.
You refused to go because of him?
You didn't want to be apart from him, even for a day?
The weight of that realisation strikes him like a punch to the gut.
Fuck.
He needed to fix this.
"I was surprised when her mother called me a day before and said she agreed to go after all," Mrs. Chuu's voice fades into background noise of Jungkook's rushing thoughts. As the gravity of the situation sinks in once more.
Then, he fjnally speaks up, his voice huskier than he expected. "Where is she?"
3 words. 3 words that change Mrs. Chuus features into something unreadable.
She sighs, her brow furrowed at him now, aggitated.
"Busan," she says as she crosses her arms. "She comes back tomorrow at around 7 pm.". She doesn't know why she is disclosing so much information to Jungkook. There's a nagging worry that he made a huge mistake, and you'll be mad at her for revealing your whereabouts in the first place.
What if you two had broken up and you never wanted to see him again? And here she was giving him all your information without hesitation.
But her gut was never wrong.
Jungkook's mere presence says a lot. He's come to make things righg, to admit he made a mistake. That must be a good thing, right?
"Busan?!" Jungkook groans, tossing his head back and pacing back and forth, muttering "fucking Busan" under his breath as he shakes his head. His hands play with the key of his harley, fidgeting nervously as he goes through option after option for a way to see you
Mrs. Chuu disapproves of his choice of words once again, forcing him to clear his throat and retort, "How am I supposed to get to Busan this late?" He almost whines, and Mrs. Chuu sighs as she comtinues on cleaning the mirror of the studio, leaving Jungkook to his own
"This boy" she mutters under her breath, making sure to bring him up whenever you have class again. Which was the day after tomorrow, that long she had to wait.
"I'll arrive there at the ass crack of dawn if i head there now" his words feel as helpless as theyre supposed to sound as he looks up the fastest way there on his phone, turning it off right after. It had no use. Youd be asleep whne he arrives.
Mrs. Chuu smacks him with the towel she was cleanig with, and he promptly apologises, easing the tension in the air.
He needs to go find you
Jungkook's thoughts are all over the place, making the room feel stuffy. He can't talk to you today since you're too far away, and calling you now would be a total jerk move. He may not be a relationship expert, but he understands that's not the way things go.
Checking his phone, a few strands of hair fall over his face. It's already 8 pm. Going to Busan at this hour? Yeah, not gonna happen. Plus, if you think about it, you'd definitely hate for him to drive so late at night.
With that in mind, he raises his head again, his eyes round and honest, a stark contrast to his dragon-like gaze just moments before. "Don't tell her mum," he exhales. "If she finds out y/n is with someone like me-" he runs his fingers through his hair, the leather jacket making an uncomfortable noise, breaking the silence.
Mrs. Chuu scoffs and turns back to him.
"What? Do you think I'm a traitor?" She sighs and shakes her head. "You've been with her long enough to know what would happen if she found out," she continues, now turning her entire body towards him, tossing the towel she was using to clean the mirrors as she steps forward.
Jungkook gulps.
"You're not the kind of guy I expected my Y/n-ie to be with," she grimaces before continuing and Jungkook nods, about to say something.
What exactly? He doesnt know. Fuck, he didnt know shit right now, his mind full of you, you and you.
"But she's never been this happy, so I won't say a word to her mum or anyone," she continues. Her face softens, and Jungkook finally sees what you see in her–love and care
It takes Jungkook a minute to process her words, having expected her to say anything but that. But hes glad, relieved that one of the most important people in your life approves of him. Well, sorta.
"Thank you," he exhales, slightly uncomfortably. He usually despised acting nice, but he wasn't acting right now–it was genuine.
There is a little pause before Mrs. Chuu sighs, "Now get out of here." If someone else finds you, you're in big trouble, young man."
Jungkook quickly obeys when she orders him to leave. Finally exiting the academy and heading straight for his black Harley.
His lungs fill with fresh air rather than the delicious perfume of the academy, and the weight lifts off his shoulders as if its never been there in the first place.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow hed talk to you, for real.
-
The rain isn't as severe as expected, and you're relieved since it means you can stay at the beach a little longer without becoming too cold.
It was your last free day, or rather the last few hours before returning to your mundane ballet sessions from 5 am to 1 pm.
The early morning hours had an unmistacable allure that made you feel more productive, therefore the ideal 5 am wake-up call each morning.
But, you frequently found yourself staying in the studio for longer periods of time, going over techniques, polishing routines, immersing yourself in music, and analysing other performance films.
It was your way of relaxing after preactice, something you did instead of reading or redecorating your room for the 10th time in a month.
Being a dancer was definitely rigorous, a never ending pursuit of perfection, but it was also strangely peaceful and satisfying. It was your comfort zone, something you enjoyed doing.
Regardless of your mother's persistent pestering, in the back of your mind, you felt personal growth as you submerged yourself in the steps and melody
A shudder runs down your spine when the rain grows heavier
Jungkook's hoodie is incredibly soft and warm–none of yours came close. Then again, it could just be the fact that it was Jungkook's hoodie, because he had a way of making you feel warm without even being present.
You don't try to shift your thoughts this time. Perhaps this is exactly what you need right now–to let your thoughts wander, to reflect on the wonderful and difficult moments with him, the ups and downs, even if there were more ups than downs.
The thought makes you smile, your fingers lazily fiddling with one of the rings on your finger as you stare at the sea
The waves are quite aggressive, and the storm is getting stronger by the minute. Still, you want to remain a little longer–the sun is about to set, and maybe, just maybe, you'll see a shooting star and make a wish.
I want everything to turn out good, for both of us, youd wish. And if that means splitting up, so be it.
Jungkook and you both need to find happiness.
People, like the books you've read in your 21 years, aren't always meant to be.
The thought makes you shudder, why couldnt you have one good thing last in your life?
A nervous sigh escapes your lips as you detect a single small tear flowing down your cheek.
But you're quick to dry it up with some tissues youd packed in your bag at all times. Spotting your favourite vanilla scented hand cream, you also apply that one and take a wiff when you bring your hands close.
"That one smells like you, babe," Jungkook says softly beside you, handing you a what seems to be travel sized hand cream.
After taking a sniff, you sigh, "Vanilla?"
Jungkook simply hums against your neck in affirmation "sweet like my sugar" he teases
The piercing sound of thunder jolts you out of your reverie, and you take that as a sign and decide it's time to go back. The rain is getting heavier, and you don't want to be entirely soaked when you get home.
You hoped your mom had already gone to bed or was in the livingroom watching some of her shows when you arrived home, not wanting to deal with more questions.
You hum as you stand up from the rock under the tree where you were sitting and grab your yellow tote bag, letting it hand losely over your shoudler as you take the first few steps careful not to fall.
The sand scrunches up under your feet, and the slight wind of the storm makes you shiver
You take a different path than usual. You know the forest would be a muddy mess by now, so you choose a different route. As you stroll through the park nearby, rain patters on the leaves, creating a calming sound.
The distant roar of thunder adds urgency to your steps. You lips letting out a sigh when you still manage to spot a bit of dirt on your shoes.
Great, youd have to clean those up later.
Because your eyes are locked on the ground, you don't even notice a few people passing by. You don't want to engage in any more talks today.
Not wanting to ruin anyones mood with your own. You werent mad, nor sad, maybe it was a mix of all emotions at once. Anyway, you didnt wanna make anyone feel the way you felt right now.
Lost
Confused
Relieved?
When you trip over a rock that must have tumbled into the path, the odds don't appear to be in your favour. Your eyes instinctively close as you prepare for impact, gasping and anxiously groping for anything to stop a fall.
But the fall never occurs. Instead, two arms reach out and grab you before you hit the ground. A wave of relief washes over you.
Just what you needed right now. You mentally roll your eyes.
"Y/n?" A strangely familiar voice calls out to you, a hand softly smoothing over your now messy, damp hair as he gets a closer look at you.
Jimin.
Park Jimin is standing right in front of you, unexpectedly saving you from what you thought would be a day long headache.
Talk about wanting to be alone, but Jimin hasn't done anything to irritate you, so you force a smile on your lips–one Jimin knows is nonsense.
"Shit, what's wrong?" As he examines your face for scars or unfamiliarities, his voice becomes more concerned. When he doesn't find any, only smudged lip gloss and unclean mascara, he exhales a sigh of relief, his concern still written all over his features.
His, now too, damp hair is a few shades darker than his usual blonde, messy like yours, and his brows furrowed deeply
For a little minute, you remain silent, feeling burdened by the weight of what you should say. Lie? Tell him the complete truth and prepare for a long peptalk? The latter does not appeal to sound good, so you opt for a half lie. "Just a bad day," you sigh, hoping to minimise the situation. "Happens," you explain.
Jimin simply nods, removing his jacket and draping it over your head. It's a thoughtful gesture, and you appreciate it, but it feels wrong–too close.
You remind yourself that, last time you checked, you still had a boyfriend and you'd believe it unless Jungkook said otherwise.
Jungkook.
You needed to talk with him.
"Shit, be careful," Jimin says again as you slip on the damp ground, still reeling from the fall, or, almost fall from earlier
"Sorry," you mumble beneath your breath, a giggle leaving your lips at your clumsiness.
"Where are you going?" He asks, wanting this to feel less awkward. You feel bad, it was you who was making this weird in the first place.
Careful not to overwhelm you, he places his hand against your shoulder as he leads you across the street. "Home," you answer quietly, "I was at the beach," you add, your mind racing again, adrenaline rushing after your almost-fall.
"In this weather?" Jimin cries out, his bag of shopping–which you hadn't noticed until now–almost falling down.
"Careful," you chuckle, eventually looking up at him as you both pick up some tangerines that fell.
However, the euphoria is short lived as another, stronger thunder strike reverberates, this time sounding closer and the rain intensifying tenfold.
Darn it.
Looking about close to tears–because, for the love of God, you despise thunder–you see you're not even close to home. Instead, you're on a street that looks all too familiar.
Of for f-
Shit
-
In the early morning hours, the gym walls pulse with rapid beats of music. Motivation for those who need it.
People rushing in for an exercise, whether for a pre work session or simply because they're insanely over motivated.
Jungkook walks through the crowd, head held high, boxing gloves swinging from one hand, gym bag nonchalantly thrown over the other.
Walking inside the changing room, giving no flying fucks if someone greets him or attempts small talk along the way, he places his black designer workout bag in its official spot in front of the lockers.
Well
It's an unofficial rule–Jeon Jungkook's spot isn't officially marked with a name tag all shiny and golden, but everyone in the gym knows not to occupy it.
Crossing paths with Jungkook, especially if you want to be on his good side, is nearly impossible. He didnt talk to people that didnt benefit him. He's not arrogant about his celebrity status in boxing–he recognises it but dislikes broadening his social circle.
Jungkook appreciates his inner circle, and–some might say–you've earned a spot in it.
He shakes his head–hed earned one in yours.
As he thinks about you, a curse escapes his lips, realising that today requires him to do an outstanding performance to repair the damage done by being the shittiest boyfriend ever.
He cringes at the memory of himself walking out your room, to his harley, and leaving you standing there. Alone.
Feeling the weight of the day's stress, he runs his fingers through his hair. The gym is his saviour right now–so, he can vent his frustrations in the ring.
He almost feels bad for those unfortunate souls who were planned to train with him today–Namjoon won't arrive until later, and Coach Chan is out of town, leaving Jungkook with a solo session to release his pent up energy with somekne other than them
But for now, he'd ease into his regimen by doing a warm up by himself. Striding out of the changing room, grabbing his water bottle and shrugging off the stares of others in the room, he takes a nice spot near one of the punching bags, his hands already wrapped tightly–because, God forbid, you see his bruised up hands today, that would definitely result in a full fledged fit on your side.
Nonetheless, your scolding was preferable than having you being mad at him for any longer.
A slight smile appears on his face. In the middle of the thoights that linger in the back of his mind, the idea of you forgiving him becomes a motivator, a light of hope.
-
"You know he has a girlfriend right?"
Lisa's voice breaks through the gym's loud music–the usual suspects gathered around the ring, each in their own world–some hooked to their phones, others engrossed in watching people fight, and a few simply hanging out.
"Shark's" was the gym in Seoul, the big shot where everyone hung out. It had everything–a spa, an entire floor dedicated to showers, every training gadget imaginable, and, of course, the boxing rings.
That section was only for members like Jungkook though, professionals.
But then how could Wendy, Irene, and their gang get in here every day to keep an eye on the boys? Easy. Money
Wendy scoffs at Lisa's remark, locking eyes with Irene and exchanging a giggle that echoes throughout the gym.
Ew. Why were they here again?
"How long, though? I heard they haven't talked in days," Wendy giggles, ignoring the significance of the relationship even further, looking lisa up and down as if she was anything less than them.
Lisa rolls her eyes and shifts her sight to Jihyo, who is deep in conversation with one of Irene's friends. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for Jihyo–Wendy and her strange circle were the polar opposite of Lisa's interests.
Lisa watched the most of the matches religiously, having grown up in this gym due to her dad owning it.
She grew up on sports, boxing, and just the people around here in general
While her mom worked in teaching, her dad took care of this gym. Lisa had always been a daddys girl.
Wendy and her girls, on the other hand, only had a single goal, and their aim at this time was none other than Jungkook.
Well
Wendy has been after Jungkook for years now, which causes Lisa to roll her eyes again. The amount of times Jungkook has rejected this girl is more than one could count with their hands.
It was pathetic, really.
It must be exhausting for him. While some felt that this kind of attention bolstered their ego, others, like Jungkook, despised it, especially since he now had a girlfriend.
You
"Who said that?" Lisa responds, scanning the area for Jungkook, who is warming up at the punching bags.
He's been quiet recently, so maybe Wendy wasn't just talking shit for once–maybe something happened between you two.
She never got to meet you because of Jungkook's overprotectiveness and his tight rule against allowing you to come to the gym–something about "oh its too dangerous, too this too that yada yada"
She rolls her eyes again, her gaze returning to Wendy, Irene, and the other girls.
"People talk," Irene responds, both of them giggling as they see Jungkook's drenched form from afar. Lisa simply hums in response and grabs Jihyo's hand when she returns, abandoning the group and going over to him.
Enough gossiping for the day, the last thing Lisa wanted is for them to start pondering her about the guys again.
Lisa was a girls girl through and through...just not for these snakes.
"Sup, Kook," Jihyo js the first to speak up when they reach the ring, first bumping him after Lisa, earning a hum and nod from his part.
Damn
Jungkook ever the talkative
They've been friends since Jungkook began attending this gym. While Jungkook had a crush on her for...probably.even less than a day, Lisa quickly put him back in his lane when he discovered she doesn't swing that way. They've kept a strong friendship since then.
"Yo," Jungkook exhales, still a little winded from his warm-up, also greeting some other guys who enter the area.
His hair is damper than before and Lisa rolls her eyes when he takes his shirt off and throws it beside her, groaning she flicks him off.
"How much you think they'd pay for this one?" Lisa chuckles, indicating towards Wendy and her crew, who are ogling Jungkook's wet shirt.
Jihyo simply smacks her on the arm, mumbling, "Probably thousands."
"Shit, that's fucking nasty," Jungkook shakes his head, casually tucking his shirt into the bag he carried with him.
Their talk is interrupted by a few guys who start talking to Jungkook, and when they leave, lisa speaks up again
"Hey, just so you know," leaning against the wall and popping a gum in her mouth, lisa starts "the snakes are talking about you again, saying you and Y/n broke up or something."
Jungkook's face drops for a split second before groaning. "We're okay," he assures her. "I'm not planning on breaking up with her anytime soon."
He shakes his head, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel before nodding to one of the newcomers. "My turn," he says, motioning towards the ring before approaching it.
"Yeah, talk to you later, loser," Lisa jokes, rolling her eyes at him before sitting down at the benches close by with Jihyo, starting to set bets on whod win.
The answer is Jungkook.
It was always Jungkook
-
The rain is pouring so hard that you can feel every drop at this point, it hurt, your vission blurry as you can prpobably only see the first few meters in front of you before everything goes foggy. It doesnt help that its nighttime by now, providing even less light.
What exactly did you do in your past life to deserve this treatment.
A frown forms on your face. You never frowned. Not for no reason anyway.
But your day was going to bad, the drive with your mom, the the talk with her and then those intrusive thoughs about Jungkook. And you loved thinking about Jungkook.
Just...not right now. It hurt. It hurt thinking about him.
Another drop of water lands on your nose, and you flinch, wiping it away.
"Damn," Jimin mutters, scanning the area for cover as the storm grows. There are trees everywhere, just fucking trees, as if nature is making fun of you. You were in the middle of the city for heavens sake, how did you end up in the only area with no buildings?
This really felt like a joke. A bad freaking joke.
You also felt bad for Jimin who wouldve been at home by now if you hadnt bumped into him not even 15 minutes ago.
You were just bad luck if it was a person. Ruining everyones day.
But Jimin and you keep walking, looking for a convenience store or whatever, just something to hide you from the rain and warm you up. Because of course it was cold as shit too.
And your feet were wet. And so was your hair, and face. And you wanted to yell out. But you couldnt. And you wouldnt. Because thats not how your mom raised you.
"Sit still look pretty"
Darn it.
"There," Jimin says, pointing to a large structure with neon lights flashing. Of course, it's familiar.
You havent been here yet but darn it if thats not the exact building youve seen in the background of Jungkooks fotos several times.
"Whats that building" your head rests on his shoulder as you look down at his phone, in awe at the pretty neon lights that read 'Shark's'.
A smile forms on Jungkooks lips, piercing standing out even more now as he answers "my gym"
The white and grey walls, flashing lights from inside, and big windows letting you poeple watch.
Just great.
No really, lovely
You're almost wet, water dripping from your skin as if you'd just jumped into the sea–which you didn't, but Mother Nature didn't care.
You swallow hard as Jimin motions to the large building again.
There in bold neon lights the Sharks logo beamed in all its glory like it wasnt about to be your downfall.
Sharks, Jungkook's gym.
Because, obviously, there's nowhere else to go to escape the storm but your boyfriend's gym. Today couldnt get any better. Note the sarcasm
"Great," you mutter, "no really" you sigh again following your friend inside, because yes, this was about to be so awkward if Jungkook saw you like this, but also, you were so freaking cold that youd do anything for a warm blanket or even a shower.
It turns out that staying here wasn't just your idea–a swarm of others rushed in behind you, and many were already inside.
You're torn.
This is not how you planned to face Jungkook after so many days. So much and so little has happened since your last talk, and you're convinced that if he sees you like this, he'll just laigh and turn away. But then again, Jungkook wasnt like that.
Your mind, on the other hand, doesn't seem to grasp that message. It liked playing with you by painting worst case scenarios. Always.
"Doing alright? Look, they're handing out towels." Jimin, ever the gentleman, leads you to the lobby, where he grabs two warm towels for both of you to dry off.
You take your time, burying your face in it in case Jungkook happens to pass by. You're pretty sure he'd notice you from a mile away. Because you most certainly would
His dark hair. Sometimes long sometimes short. His many piercings. His broad shoulders and breathy laugh. Everything about jungkook stood out like a sore thumb. In the best way possible
"Im okay" you speak up after a while, answering the question Jimin asked way too long ago. You give him a small smile and its then that Jimin knew–youre definitely not.
-
"Hey, what's happening out there?" Lisa squints as she looks out the window on the fifth floor.
Rain was falling like a waterfall, and thunder was terrifying the fuck out of her girlfriend, who clings to her with her eyes screwed shut.
Not just her, though, most of the people inside this gym looked confused and terrified. It's been a long time since the weathers been this bad, and besides, it happened so fast.
"Shit," Lisa mutters, her phone flashing with a single notice amidst her messages–Hurricane.
-
"A fucking hurricane?" Jungkook mumbles, his gaze fixed on Lisa's phone. Shed rushed up to him immediately after to show him how severe the weather was outside–not like Jungkook had two proper working eyes that couldve figured that out if he just looked outside for a second
You hated thunder
It's much later now, and Jungkook has finally taken a break after hours of training, only to be confronted with this news.
A fucking hurricane, another thing stopping him from seing ypu and he might as well just break anything in sight. His chest heaving from anger and frustration and sadness and relief? That he didnt have to face the embarrassing truth just yet.
For fucks sake he might as well never talk to you if he continues this way, making excuses not to see you, not to talk tk you, not to make things right...like he should be doing.
"We can't go out right now," Jihyo says next to Lisa, "the news says it's best if we stay in."
Fuck the news. Is what he wants to say, but honestly the weather outside was not optimal to drive his harley in right now.
Youd hate for him to drive in the weather.
And there you were agian, occupying his mind. Your face, smiley as ever, your giggles ringing in his ears, your-
"Jungkook" lisa speaks up, trying to catch his attention by snapping her fingers in front of his face
But Jungkook no longer listens to her, his thoughts on you. Shit. Are you already at home? Or are you still driving back from husan? In that instance, what if you got in an accident and the last thing you remembered him for was being a jerk? No. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Hed go insane. Hed actually fucking go insane.
"She'll be fine," Lisa says, as if she could read his mind. Before taking Jihyo away from the window and the terrifying scene of the hurricane outside, her hand momentarily brushes his shoulder, as if to console him.
Goddamn it, today of all days. He couldn't even leave the gym, so how was he meant to go talk to you now?
It was now dark, and he should've been at your house a long time ago. Screw that.
How much longer can he prolong the talk until it was too late?
Until hed lose you.
When a drop of sweat falls on his nose, he wipes it away without hesitation. He needed a shower, which he usually took at home because, no offence to Lisa and her father, gym showers were disgusting. Period.
But sweat was flowing down his upper torso, which was still completely visible to everyone around–not that he was the only one, but he was the only one that mattered. It should come as no surprise that Jungkook was in great shape, even more so after you stopped talking. He'd been working out and eating like a maniac since nothing could fulfil his craving for you. Jesus. Calm down.
He lets out a sigh.
Calm the fuck down. He thinks to himself when his chest starts heaving again.
Wendy giggles as she walks by him. He scoffs, finding it disgusting.
He throws his bag over his shoulder and walks to the showers without looking at her. His feet make contact with the icy tiles, sending shivers down his spine. It's fucking cold.
Fuck.
But he still needs a cold shower. A way to punish himself because he broke you. That is, at least, how he sees it. You're broken. Nothing can change what he's done.
He once again beats himself up for what he ddi, and with good reason.
This wanst some kind of movie. You werent gonna come running into his arms–not that you had to.
You werent gonna accept his apology–not that you had to.
You just werent gonna be his again–not that...you had to.
But you had to.
In his head, you had to because if not Jungkook wouldn't be able to live with himself again. And he was being selfish because who wouldn't if they were convinced they lost the love of their life.
As he walks out of the shower, the water stops, his gaze darting to other guys in the room but he walks right past them. There is no time for small talk. He ruffles his hair as he dries it, then pulls a random shirt from his locker and puts it on, then a hoodie on top and loose dark pants. It's strange.
He pauses midway on his wya out, staring at his locker and then down his frame.
He usually kept one specific hoodie in his locker, just for the gym because it wasbt his favourite and he didnt mind getting it dirty. Then he recalls coming to your house after the gym one night. He most likely left it there.
He bites his lip, playing with his piercing as he zones out for a second remembering that night. Your giggles, his complaints about totally not wanting to get his hair braided. But eventially giving in.
Then taking that hoodie off when he got to hot by the way you were making out on your bed.
Then your mom knocked on the door. Asking why you were giggling so much, and you scold Jungkook. And he pinches your side.
A smirk forms on his lips.
And then you decide to keep his hoodie as a punishment.
Did you already get rid of his things?
As he walks out of the changing rooms and out to the ring, he is startled by the sound of thunder. He looks around and out the window–the weather had calmed down a little.
Instead of the pouring rain not even 20 minutes ago, it was a lot softer now–not quite gone yet–but enough to drive home.
Definitely enough.
Hes unsurprised to watch a large crowd of people waiting for the rain to stop when he steps down the last stair of the second floor. Each person immersed in their own world, whether it's talking with friends or lazily scrolling through their phones.
Staff was handing out towels and water, some poeple were even heating up some food in the cafeteria close by. And jungkook just knows he had to get out. Not wanting to deal with a big crowd of people today, even if they werent here for him, it made him uncomfortable. So step by step, he walks towards the big entrance, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes inside his pants when he stops in his tracks.
His ears start ringing, everything except one sound going numb in his ears.
Your laugh
-
"Sit here. I'll go over there and get us some hot tea." Jimin gestures to the cafeteria, which is already packed with people eager to grab something hot to eat or drink.
You werent thirsty, but anything that would warm up your body and dry throat sounded like heaven right now.
Your modest nod indicates that you're fine with it and appreciate the gesture. You don't stop him when he walks away, even if he was hoping you would. And he watches you sit at a little area on one of the couches, barely visible in the midst of the mob.
One would have to look for it specifically, to make out your form. Your face is more hollow than it was when you came in here. Did something happen in here that made you feel uneasy? Was there anything that bothered you while he was here that he didn't notice?
When he bumps against a 6-foot-something guy on his way, hes yanked out of his thoughts as he apologises. The thought entirely vanishing from his thoughts. Perhaps for good.
Another loud sound of thunder makes you jump, apologising as you slightly hit the woman beside you, your head resting back into your palm as you close your eyes and sigh, feeling like you could finally breathe that day.
It stinks in here, maybe using a gym as a place for shelter wasnt a good idea, but also, you shouldnt be complaining. This was better than staying out there in the rain and getting sick.
Youd never hear the end of it from your mom.
Talking about her, shed definitely scold you for coming home later than planned. Great, another issue you had to deal with. Because of course youd nothing better to do.
Jimin reappears as quickly as he left, holding two steaming cups of tea in his hand, which you gratefully accept with a little "thank you."
As you take a sip, you're surprised he chose your favourite, green tea. You sigh as it hits your chilly, dry throat, unknowingly showing your appreciation, making Jimin grin as he teasingly pats himself on the shoulder.
"I'm such a good friend," he jokingly says. "Always thinking about your well being," he adds, and you smirk because, yeah, he was right.
He was a good friend. He didn't have to be here with you right now–he could be at home, all cosy, but he decided to take you home before the weather decided otherwise. Your lips quiver at his mocking, and you slap his arm playfully.
"You're so funny," you ironically say letting out another giggle
And for the tiniest second. You feel the way you felt a couple days ago–careless. There was absolutely nothing on your mind, no anxiety, no worries, what would happen next. But then again–just for a couple of seconds.
Because the moment you look up, that beautiful smile of yours, real and able to make anyones day better just by looking at it, fades.
What.
The.
Frick.
-
Jungkook could find you in any room, blindfolded, with noise cancelling headphones blasting music. He was so in love with you that it seemed like he always knew if you were alright or not.
Jungkook had known you weren't fine for days. He wasn't feeling well either, but fuck him, and damn his gigantic ego, and damn his big head for making him overthink that night.
Jungkook could spot you from miles away. If you were a grain of sand, he'd search across all the world's beaches. It sounds ridiculous, given that all he accomplished in the previous days was the opposite. He wanted to blame it on you being at your competition, but he couldn't because he'd never not look for you. Hed never lose you.
Well, maybe be did.
But not physically, because youre in front of him, well, just a couple meters away, sitting there. Fuck, youre giggling, and its not his imagination, youre actually in front of him. Soaking wet.
Wait- soaking wet?!
Fuck. The hurricane.
Jungkook doesn't waste any time in closing the gap between you two, his steps and presence forcing you look up, and he watches as your breath becomes laboured. You look at each other for one, then two, then three, four, and five seconds before standing up. You get to your feet and meet him halfway.
His palm reaches for your red and frigid cheek. Has no one handed you one of the stupid blankets that are being handed out here? Fuck
Unless you've just arrived, in which case your hair is soaked, as are your clothes—your trousers and shoes. Those were your favourites, as well as your hoodie. His. The one he left behind
And yet. Yet you looked fucking beautiful, breath taking. Your hand meets his, running over it, probably enjoying the warmth and comfort.
This is not how he expected to see you again–he thought youd avoid him forever, denying him the opportunity to apologise.
"Kook," you manage to say, your voice gentle and lovely, so... you. Jungkook nods, understanding all you meant by merely speaking out his name, and shakes his head among all these people who dont even care about you two.
"I know," he admits, sighing. "I-damn, I know," he groans, pressing his palm against your cheek, softly, not wanting to let you go, his other hand reaching out to bring your waist closer. You're freezing and drenched all over
He cant take care of you.
"Lets get out of here" he whispers, and he feels selfish because he doesnt have a right to tell you what to do. All you do is stare at him, and then at Jimin who he just now notices. Oh for fucks sake.
His harsh gaze meets Jimin's, who is holding two cups awkwardly in his hand. They exchange blank stares for a few seconds until you pull Jungkook's fingers away from your cheek. "I can't," you say quietly. You can't, of course.
Jungkook simply nods because what else can he do? He'd lost you. He'd lost you and at what cost?
Your gaze returns to him as he holds up your jacket, the rain having ceased and people walking out one by one. Soon, it was only you and a handful others in the lobby. Jungkook's hand is still on your hip because why not?
But he shouldn't, so he attempts to get rid of it but physically cant. His body will not allow it. So you stand there, his dry self holding you tight as your gaze darts between him and Jimin, perplexed, pondering what to do, where to go.
Okay. You think to yourself. Jungkook looks regretful. You almost feel sorry for him.
Who are you kidding?. You'd give anything right now to be back in his arms because hed just proven that silly voice in your head wrong once and for all. He still cared
"Y/n," Jimin says softly, offering your jacket towards you, and you take it, lowering it on the floor, your hand lazily barely holding on to it as he continues to speak, all while Jungkook's stern glare is fixed on him. "Sorry to interrupt," he indicates with his hands at you two, "but my cousins are waiting for me at home for the groceries," he holds his bag up, and You nod so quickly that you become dizzy.
"Oh my god," you exclaim, "I'm so sorry I didn't-" he cuts you off,
"it's fine, you're in good hands," he glances towards Jungkook, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" All you have to do is nod.
As you stand in the lobby, your eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, your ears beginning to ring in uncertainty.
So, what's next? Do you talk? Do you walk away because you're angry? Because you were both thrilled and irritated to see him. And sad and frustrated.
Jungkook's hand twitches at your waist, causing your sight to return to his, and he's already looking at you, as if waiting for something in your eyes to start his apology, since, of course, he had to be the one to apologise.
You didn't do anything wrong. In his opinion, you never did. You were flawless. He didn't deserve you. And he didn't deserve your love–on the other hand, you deserved his tenfold.
His tattooed hand reaches out for you again, this time stopping at your cheek and softly caressing it, and you almost melt into his touch, coming in closer.
"I'm so fucking sorry," he mumbles a second later, his voice heavy and deep, almost drowning you in it.
And you missed it. His touch, his voice, him.
But how quickly are you willing to forgive him? How much would you let him do to show hes sorry? You simply nod because you don't know what to say, do, or know how to act.
Theres another sound of thunder, this time gentler, and Jungkook grabs your trembling hand in his. You're freezing. Of course, you still were. So he removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
And you let him because what else could you do? You breathe in, then out, and then you take his hand, all bruised from fighting, and flinch a little. Then you look him in the eyes again and sigh.
"I-" your voice breaks and Jungkook nods erratically encouraging you to speak, but you dont. And you feel stupid because its not that hard. You wanna go home. Climb into bed and forget about today. But that also meant forgetting about seeing Jungkook.
Youre still mad at him. But the thought of having to deal with your mom at home makes you wanna run and hide in Jungkooks chest. Like you always did.
He was your safe place till he wasnt.
But you needed him right now. And maybe it was selfish, but you were willing to put anything aside now–just for some closure
Listen, Jungkook had all the patience in the world with you, but as he watched and watched your trembling state and hollow face, he needed to get you somewhere warmer, washed up, and under a blanket as soon as possible.
Because youre his girl still, until you told him you werent.
And even if you did, hed still give you the world becaus eits what you deserved.
The issue was that he came here on his Harley–it was only a 10 minute drive. And it was still sunny when he arrived this morning.
It was fine to drive you to his house just to wash up and then bring you home right? Youd done so thousands of times when you two were sweaty from staying at the beach for too long or when he picked you up from practice.
And fuck, right now, he sounded so selfish because he wouldn't even let you fight with him about it.
He was determined to take care of you because you didn't always know what was best for you, but he did.
Okay maybe he fucked up once, but the rest of the times he did know what was best for you. Because for him you were this everything, and Jungkook would do anything to protect you. Even if it was just from some stupid cold.
So he softly takes your hand in his and pulls you towards the exit, and when you don't object and just follow his lead, a slight smile tugs on his face. Because he had you again.
Even if it was only for tonight.
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