𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 .
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i looked at my palm and knuckles, seeing them all bloody with a few cuts. i brought my back hand up and gently wiped the blood off, my now busted lip.
"fuck.." i cursed to myself. i brought out my phone, swiping to the camera and flipping it, so that it can show what my face looked like. i examined my face
as my jaw slightly dropped seeing bruises and cuts that were displayed on my cheeks, all over my face.
what have i done to myself..
i mentally face palmed, as the events that occurred earlier, flashed through my head. i couldn't get my mind off of y/n. she's interested me, a lot. but with jaehyun, and his group talking about her i couldn't keep myself focused and in my own business.
it pissed me off as he proceeds slut shaming her to
his friends; those filthy animals. and what was the most shocking thing to me it was that i have never gotten into a physical fight, for a girl.
i've never felt this way before.
once i made it back to campus, i quickly ran o the men's restroom. i push against the door, multiple times, but soon realized that the door was locked.
"fucks sake." i cursed out, pounding my fist against the door. "who the hell locks the restrooms, damn."
i rolled my eyes, and my hand began to throb. but i endured the pain as i turned on my heel and ran to the main entrance of the building.
to my surprise the rest of the restrooms were all of
the sudden locked. i groaned having to go with the only choice i had left. going back, to my dormitory.
𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕.
i sat up from my bed and stretched my arms out as
an exhausted yawn leaves my mouth.
i advert my gaze to my phone, checking the time. it was getting late, and jungkook still hasn't returned yet. for some reason, thinking about him no longer angered me. i felt so worried, that he has not come back to our dorm, when i returned back, just a few hours after my leave.
should i be worried?
thinking about that last encounter with jungkook,
and that harsh event that occurred earlier, i slowly
to feel pity washing over me. i was being too harsh, and i didn't even allow him speak. i begin to regret saying such things to him, and blaming him for all
of these mishaps, without hearing his perspective.
my train of thoughts were put to a pause. suddenly,
i heard the door quietly open.
i hear footsteps entering further into the room, and
i notice it's jungkook, but he was turned away from me. his face was turned away from me. i upraise up from my bed, lifting a brow.
"jungkook," i spoke softly, "where have you been?"
he didn't respond. jungkook's back was still facing
me so i called out his name again. "jungkook, look
at me." i added.
ignored.
as a couple moments pass then i hear a sigh. "y/n,
go to bed." i hear him softly reply, except his voice sounded completely tired — i didn't know what he
was up to or where he was. though i wasn't able to
see his face, i could tell that he was exhausted.
"jungkook," i continued, but with more sternness filling my voice.
i began feeling impatient with his stubbornness. i approached his figure grasping on jungkooks arm
and making him face me. i let out a gasp of shock, seeing cuts and bruises all over his face.
"what happened to you?" i question in shock, after seeing him in this injured state. jungkook brushed
my hand away from his forearm, turning away. "it isn't much." he replied, avoiding eye contact.
"sit on my bed." i lastly spoke before walking off. i enter the bathroom, grabbing a first-aid kit; which each individual dorm should be supplied with and approach jungkook who's waiting on my bed like i asked. he was quiet, the whole room was silent.
as i've gotten back, i noticed jungkook, seated onto
my bed slouching. i take a seat next to him. i began opening the first-aid kit that's displayed on my lap.
i pull out a small bottle of disinfectant spray, and a small cotton ball. i removed the cap from the spray bottle placing the cotton ball on top of that opened bottle, tipping it over — and once i felt like it was a good enough amount i put the opened disinfectant bottle over top of my nightstand.
i turn back to jungkook who kept his eyes glued to
the ground.
"hey, look up." i said causing him to slowly look up and face me. i inched closer to him, leaving a small distance between the two of us.
but close enough to make my heartbeat fasten. with my free hand i gently placed my hand onto his chin, turning his face, to examine the cuts — i clicked my tongue, examining hi state.
"what'd you get into," i mutter, feeling pity hit me.
but i found myself growing surprised when he did reply instead of remaining silent.
"a fight."
"why did you..?" i proceed to ask. "it's nothing," he
is cut off mid sentence as i gently placed the cotton ball over his busted lip. the man flinched, groaning
in pain. "fuck y/n, i-it hurts!" he complained. "stay still!" i demanded, hitting his shoulder.
"i'll be gentle." i inform him, as he scoffed. "gentle
my fucking ass, you better be." he swore.
i carefully rubbed the cotton ball against his lip, as jungkook slightly flinched, from this stinging pain. but after a more more daps he eventually got used
to it. "so, what happened? why're you all beat up?"
"it's nothing." he adverts his eyes elsewhere in the dormitory. you knew there was a reason to why he
got into a fight. there obvious is a reason, because,
he would not just randomly get into a fight unless
he did it out of boredom.
"aren't you still mad?" he abruptly asked.
"i'm sorry." i spoke, neglecting his previous saying.
"i shouldn't have assumed it is your fault." i added, with my eyes somewhere else — i felt embarrassed and whatever i said to him, was out of rage. "i was
just upset." i lowered my voice.
"it's fine." jungkook respond. i flash a smile, as he does the same. making eye contact i found myself caught off guard. busy staring at his face as he did
the same as well i felt my heart skip a beat.
without realizing, i slowly began to lean in, inching
in closer towards his figure, closer towards his lips.
jungkook put his thumb over my chin, as his index finger is underneath, and gently lifting my chin up
for him to see my face more clearly. he leans in, as
he closed his eyes and i do the same a few seconds after he did.
was this it? are we about to kiss? me about to kiss
a man who i barely even know?
perhaps i was wrong, because suddenly my phone went off. that loud alarm of my phone going off as jungkook and i pulled away from each other made
my heart fasten. i hold onto my chest, in surprise.
jungkook and i advert our eyes towards my phone screen, seeing the name baby tae, displayed.
how. fucking. embarrassing.
"what the fuck is that?" he asked, as i snatched my phone. "baby tae? really?" he mutters, but i ignore accepting the call. "hey, you know where jungkook is?" taehyung questioned.
"he got into a fight with jaehyun, and run off." he hurriedly explained, out of breath. "and fuck!" he exclaimed making me flinch. "that shit was crazy,
but i swear he ran back to campus." he continues.
i looked at jungkook, shocked. he shakes his head
"say you don't know." he whispers, but my mouth
was slightly agape, hearing the news.
"explain." i mouthed, to jungkook.
he rolled his eyes, giving me a serious expression. i sighed, "he isn't here right now." i lied. "oh, alright well, i gotta go. the guys and i are looking for him." taehyung lastly said, before he hanging up the call.
i place my phone down, "why the hell did you fight with jaehyun?" i wonder, then raising a brow. guilt washed over jungkook's face, "he was talking shit,"
he paused. "about you.." he finished.
but immediately instead of anger overcoming me, i suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over me. "so you
got hurt," i pause hesitant to continue my sentence.
"because of me?"
i questioned in disbelief. he then rolls his eyes and nods. "you aren't special, y/n." he adds. "jungkook you should not hav—" he suddenly cut me off, mid sentence. "jaehyun deserved it y/n. don't make me think otherwise." he warned.
"i'm sorry," you awkwardly said. he advert his eyes
at me, making direct eye contact. "you don't needa apologize.. c'mon girl, you did nothing.." he added.
"it was my decision." jungkook finished. "but i still feel bad." he groans, "ugh, stop.. i'm fine and i said
it's okay." he reassured. i flashed him a weak smile moving closer to his figure, and continue carefully tapping the cotton onto his lip.
"um i just," he pauses, "didn't like the way jaehyun talked about you in that way."
"but thank you." i thank. "y/n, listen. i know you're going through a hard time right now.." he paused. i raise a brow at his statement, "but i'm hoping i can
at least, make you feel better."
"like, a favour in return?" i asked, and brought my hand away from his face.
he shrugged, "i don't know, similar?" he responds.
confusion invaded my mind, as curiosity did so as well.
what was he talking about?
curious, i shrugged it off and brought my hand up
and started dapping the cotton ball against his lip.
jungkook grasps onto my wrist, bringing my hand down away from his face causing me to stop in my movements. "wait what're you..." i stop, confusion then filling my mind.
being this awfully close to jungkook, made me feel some type of way. for the first time i didn't feel like beating the shit out of him or yelling at him either.
i was frozen and could not move regardless of how much i wanted to — there was a moment of silence between the both of us as we are seated on my bed staring at each other.
i was stuck in his gaze and for an odd reason i felt
like i enjoyed being this close to him.
being close to the man who i thought i hated most,
i am able to take in all of his features realizing how handsome his actually was — my heartbeat fastens
as he slowly inched closer towards me, closing this last amount space, between our figures.
he cups both of my cheeks, pulling me into a kiss.
with our lips pressed against each other, moving slowly in sync i opened my eyes and placed both
of my hands over his chest — pushing him away
from me. he fell back onto the bed looking at me
in shock.
"this is moving way too fast," i said, taking a step away from him. he stood up, "so?" he asks. "why
did you push me away?" he questions.
you shook your head, "you asshole," i crossed my arms. "you stole my first.." i pause. "you stole my
first kiss!" i raised my voice as jungkook let out a
sigh and stood up from the bed.
"no wonder why you were a bad kisser, damn." he lastly said before walking into the bathroom.