"I believe but not in you and me, so fuck yourself and fuck your feelings." ~ Turbulent [Waterparks]
When Jungkook had met her, it was at a bar.
Not your typical diner bar with burly men on the stools and sports playing on the TV. This was an expensive bar. One where only those of high class could come.
It was more like a fancy club, but Jungkook couldn't be bothered to dance. He was cracking open the peanuts left in a small bowl by the drinks and was more than aware that he probably looked like a loser, sitting here in his rich suit all alone.
"The peanuts haven't done anything to you," a voice teases as he crushes it in-between his knuckles.
Jungkook looks to his side and raises a brow at the woman who had just sat down next to him, her red lips asking the bartender for a martini. Her dress matched her lips, enticing and mouth watering.
"They looked too good to pass up," the ravenette answers simply, causing her to giggle.
"You look too good to pass up," she shoots back, thanking the bartender as she grabs her glass.
"Are you flirting with me?" Jungkook asks in amusement, his eyebrow raising in amusement as she downs her glass.
"Would it be bad if I was?" she asks, matching his playful attitude.
"'Course not," he chuckles, shaking his head.
"Great," she beams, picking up her toothpick with the olive. "What's your name, stranger?"
"Jungkook," he cocks his head to the side. "You?"
"Jungkook," she grins, biting down on the olive. "I'm Skyler."
Time went by, the spider luring the fly into her sticky web with her charm and body.
Until she wrapped the fly into her silk and choked him of his life.
When she had met the boys, Jungkook was excited. Those boys were basically his family, so bringing a girl to meet them was an important moment in his life.
Except, the boys didn't like her. At all.
First off, she clung onto Jungkook's arm like eye candy and laughed too obnoxiously at everything they were saying. She didn't have any manners, and she was being too flirty with Yoongi, but of course Jungkook didn't see that. He was blinded by his infatuation with her.
And then, she targeted Jimin.
Jungkook wasn't around, of course. He was getting drinks from the basement when Jimin, who, at the time dyed his hair black, was getting snacks in the kitchen. He was just shying into the person he was figuring out to be, wearing a soft, pink sweater and some eyeliner on his eyes.
"Hey," Skyler says as she enters the kitchen.
"Oh," Jimin blinks up from pouring the chex-mix into a bowl and smiles slightly. "Hey, Skyler."
"Are you wearing makeup?" she asks, and it was the way she asked it that had Jimin setting down the bag.
"Um, yeah," he mumbles, smiling shyly. "Jungkook went with me actually to buy-"
"Oh!" Skyler slams her hand down on the counter as if she just had a huge epiphany. "You're gay, aren't you?"
"W-what?"
"I mean, that would obviously explain what you're wearing," she snickers, gesturing towards his sweater.
"I'm not gay," he frowns, clutching onto his sweater.
"Please," she rolls her eyes. "That's okay, you're kinda on the smaller end, you know? No girl is interested in you anyway."
When Jimin opened his mouth to defend himself, she walked away. He was left humiliated and stood there hugging himself, swallowing the lump in his throat. He was not gay, and even if he was, she should't have said those things about him.
He wanted to be happy for Jungkook, he really did. But the comments kept coming when nobody was around and she started making him feel uncomfortable in his own skin, which in turn made his health drop.
"I'm going!" Jimin sings, gym bag slung over his shoulder.
"You just went this morning," Namjoon frowns.
"Yeah, bro, you were there for like, two hours," Yoongi adds.
"I just want to go work out more, what's the problem with that?" he huffs.
When Jin stood and walked towards him, Jimin shrank back into the wall. The black-haired boy hadn't been wearing anything like he used to, instead working out constantly and trying to wear clothes to make him appear more "manly."
"Let's go upstairs for a minute, Jiminie," Jin smiles warmly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
All of the boys sat in the living room worried. All of them, except Jungkook. He was with her.
"Jin, I'm fine," Jimin sits down on the bed with a frown, though he felt like his voice was failing him.
"Jimin," Jin says knowingly, and the black -haired boy looked away with tears in his eyes.
"I thought you were so excited when we went out and bought some sweaters," Jin continues, taking the gym bag to the opposite side of the room.
Jimin doesn't say anything, because he was excited, but the sweaters were tucked away in the farthest corner of his closet.
"The pink one was the cutest, in my opinion," Jin sits back down beside him and smiles. "Don't get me wrong, you look great in everything, Jiminie, but what's with the sudden change of clothing? I thought you and I had talked about exploring different stuff."
"Jin, I-" Jimin's throat clogged and he fiddled with his fingers nervously.
"It was her, wasn't it?"
The question made Jimin break, falling into his hyung's ready arms as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He had been holding in everything for so long that when he finally cracked, all the anger and sadness washed over him like a tidal wave.
Jimin was just as manly as any other guy. What was the definition of manly anyway? Jin was the first person he opened up to about wanting to try different types of clothing and accessories, and of course, Jin was supportive. So supportive, in fact, that he took Jimin shopping right after their heartfelt conversation.
Jin was confused because the Jimin he knew wasn't the Jimin that has been around for the past couple of weeks. They all had to stay fit for their job, but Jimin's gym time was increasing way too much.
So yeah, Jin was pissed. He knew that bitch was behind it. He had a feeling one night when they all gathered for a movie night, and Jimin clutched onto his hand tightly underneath the blanket when Skyler sat near him.
At first, he didn't think much of it, because skinship was normal for the boys since they were so close. But the more he studied his younger brother, the more his suspicions grew.
"I'm not gay, hyung," Jimin's voice was muffled by Jin's sweatshirt. "But she kept pushing and pushing me and... and then anytime I wore something I wanted to, she would humiliate me. Remember Yoongi's birthday?"
Jin nodded, because how could he not? Jimin had worn an innocent amount of makeup because he wanted to feel pretty, and apparently Skyler thought that was just the thing to target.
"Honestly, Jimin," she scoffed, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it under the sink water. "I don't care if you're gay or not, you're not supposed to be wearing shitty makeup."
And before Jimin knew it, Skyler gripped his chin and wiped off all of his makeup. All of his hard work that he spent two hours in front of the mirror, looking at various YouTube videos and learning as he went. It looked amazing when he was done, and he was so proud of himself—more proud than when he went and stole the jewels for the mission a week prior.
Jin had just walked into the kitchen when Jimin flew by him and Skyler threw away the paper towel. He didn't know what happened, but by the smirk on her face, he couldn't imagine it was anything good.
"Happy birthday, Yoongi," Jimin spoke through trembling lips, hugging his hyung quickly with his face smeared of makeup. "I have to go, I'm sorry. My present is on the mantle."
"Wait, Jimin, what-"
Jimin left before anyone else could talk to him, driving home through a blur of tears. It was probably one of the worst things she's ever done to humiliate him.
"I know, Jiminie, she's making you uncomfortable," Jin sighs, running a hand through the sniffling boy's hair. "I'll tell you what, how about you and I go out for awhile? Remember that clothing store that has that station with makeup?"
"You don't like makeup," Jimin smiles slightly, pulling back and wiping his eyes.
"Yeah," Jin shrugs. "It doesn't matter, though. But seriously, you can wear whatever you want to, Jimin. She can go fuck herself."
But that was only the start of Skyler's torments.