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Reverse Heroine | V
parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5/ ?
a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader
summary: because platonic love is underrated
genre: college au, fluff/angst
word count: 4.9k
a/n: look who’s back from the dead! will proofread later.
It was raining so hard that you couldn’t even tell whether it was tears or rain running down your cheeks. You neglect the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothing sticking to your body, and just ran straight in the direction of your apartment. Your mind was in a state of shock except for the repeating loop of words that Jungkook had said to you.
Simply speaking, it hurts.
To imagine that your own friend saw you that way did major damage to your self-confidence and security. The worst part of it though? – he wasn’t entirely wrong. You knew better than anyone that there were some trust issues buried inside of you. It was just difficult for you to express your emotions when it comes to love, scaring you at how much power you would be giving to the other person – how vulnerable you would be.
Your thoughts are interrupted when a strong grip holds you from collapsing, turning to find yourself staring into a pair of familiar brown eyes.
“Joon…” Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, suddenly and painfully aware of the freezing chill that is hitting you like a thousand needles. You meekly try to pull yourself out of his grasp, but found no strength in your limbs to do so. “J-just leave me alone…” Your body is shivering against his, and he frowns at the sight of your slightly blue lips.
Namjoon holds you against him even tighter, making your body unconsciously curling into his to revel in the heat. “I know you don’t want to see me.” His voice is low and hoarse as you feel him murmuring softly into your ears. “But believe me when I say that you shouldn’t be alone right now.”
You open your mouth to object but realized that your body was too fatigue to argue against him. Instead, you nod softly at his suggestion and Namjoon smiles in response.
Sounds of shuffling and utensils clattering stir you in your sleep, not long before you find Namjoon tiptoeing into your room. His hands are holding a large cup, wafts of steam escaping from the drink.
“Yo-you’re awake–!” His eyes widen and he freezes momentarily before looking down in embarrassment. “Sorry, the noise woke you up, huh?” The sheepish smile on Namjoon’s lips make you chuckle, shaking your head softly.
“Nah, I was pretty much awake already.” The pillow feels soft cushioning against your back as you sit upright, taking the cup from Namjoon.
“It’s um – hot honey lemon water.” He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, “I saw that you just so happened to have the ingredients in the fridge, and it’s like the only thing that Jin trusts me with –”
“Thanks Joon.” You interrupt him with a soft whisper, taking a sip from the cup. “It’s delicious.” Your words put a shy smile on his face, while he stands stiffly in the middle of your bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” Namjoon suddenly asks, “I was contemplating whether to make something for you to eat but then decided against it so I just ordered some porridge for delivery.”
“Only a little.” You pause, “Actually Joon, come sit down.” Patting on the edge of your bed, you invite him to take a seat beside you. He hesitates for a brief moment, before making over to your side.
Now that your whole body is warm and dry with no tear-stained eyes, you were able to finally acknowledge Namjoon’s presence. Guilt is slowly seeping into skin, realizing how big of a coward you had been for avoiding Namjoon since the night at the arcade. He was pouring his feelings and opening up to you, and in the end of his whole confession – you just ran back into your apartment without saying another word.
“J–”
“I know that you’re feeling awkward about what I told you that night.” Namjoon suddenly speaks, his hand on top on your knee. Even with the duvet between, you could still feel the lingering warmth from his touch. “And I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” He holds his gaze on you, “but I’m not sorry for what I said – because I meant every word.”
When Namjoon catches your gaze, you could feel nothing but affection and sincerity through his words. “Please take all the time you need to come up with an answer, and until then –” He smiles, and a small dimple appears on both sides of his cheeks. “Just treat me like how you always did.”
It takes a short moment for you to absorb his words, before giving him a nod. “I’m going to need some time to decide, but you’ll be the first one to know when I do.” A soft smile reaches your eyes, and Namjoon cannot be any more relieved at the comfort in your voice– as if the broken strings are being fixed, piece by piece.
The doorbell interrupts the conversation, signalling the arrival of your delivery. Namjoon gives you a small smile before standing up and leaving your side to open the door.
As Namjoon walked into the kitchen to prepare the food, you make your way outside into the living room – sounds of shuffling slippers following your every step. The delicious aroma of chicken porridge made your mouth water, and a frighteningly loud grumble escapes from your stomach, making you cringe in embarrassment. “Careful, it’s still hot.” Namjoon places a bowl in front of you, chuckling as he watches you sip without giving a damn at how hot the food was.
“Are you not going to eat?” You ask, a couple of bites in. “You ordered a lot.”
He shakes his head, arms supporting his weight as his body leans against the counter. “Can I ask you something then?”
“Anything.” He smiles.
“How did you find me? I mean – how did you know where I was?” You ask, eyes still fixated on the food in front of you.
Namjoon’s gaze on you falls, and you can see his facial muscles slightly tensing at the topic. “I was on my way back to the frat when I saw Jin standing at the doorway.” He explains, “He looked really worried as he stood there so I asked him what was wrong. He then told me that you were out there in the rain, and I just ran in the direction of your apartment until I saw you standing in the middle of the road – close to passing out from the fever.”
When you looked up, you find Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed together – obviously irritated at something or someone.
“I’m guessing you know what happened then…” You mutter, just mindlessly stirring the porridge now.
Namjoon chuckles, although the look in his eyes tell you something else. “Yeah, your phone was ringing countless of times when you were asleep so I picked it up – sorry for doing that without your permission by the way, he was just calling too frequent and you really needed to rest without any disruption.” Namjoon explains before pausing to look at you intently, making sure you weren’t mad at him for invading your privacy. The brief shake of your head and smile on your lips dismisses his worries. “I finally answered the call and…well, he wouldn’t stop apologizing until I told him that it was me. I told him that you were in bed with a fever from the rain, and he insisted on coming here to make sure you were okay.” He pauses once in a while, eyes finding yours. “Anyways, it took a while for me to convince him to give you some space – he compiled, unwillingly.”
“Sounds like a very Jeon thing to do.” You joke with light heartedness, but Namjoon could tell that whatever happened is much more serious than you let on. It broke Namjoon’s heart when he recalls the image of you from afar, with tear-stricken eyes that showed weakness that he has never witness before.
“After a couple of texts with Jin…I just kind of put the pieces together.” He mutters, still feeling furious at how Jungkook hurt you like that. But he couldn’t complain, not when he has done much more damage in the past. Besides, Namjoon is not an impulsive person – he wants to understand Jungkook’s feelings before developing any sort of vilifying thoughts against the young man.
Your immaturity has prevented you to look at your phone since you’ve woken up. A part of you knew that Jungkook’s words were only said out of spite – the boy didn’t carry a single malignant thought about people. Perhaps that was one of the things you love so much about Jungkook – he always saw the best in people, even though he acts otherwise.
However, a part of you also wanted to punish Jungkook, to make him worry and anxious. It was almost like you wanted him to realize that you will not always be there for him, and to appreciate for the times that you do. You know that your current state of mind and behaviour was ridiculous, but for once – you didn’t want to be the one who always did what’s right.
And finally, perhaps – just perhaps, a small part of you actually envied Daeun for having the courage to tell Jungkook that she wanted him, regardless of her intentions.
Lazing in a café on a warm Sunday afternoon was one of your favourite past times. The earthy smell of coffee sitting beside you was the best kind of company, with an occasional ring at the door as people walk in to have their caffeine fix. Voices of light conversations linger in the back of your head like white noise, as the smooth notes of jazz sing through the speakers.
“Y/N?”
“Y/N?”
“Huh?” You tear your eyes away from your book to find a familiar figure with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.
“Is…this seat taken?” Park Jimin gestures to the chair in front you, and sits down when you shake your head with a soft smile.
“I haven’t seen you for a while, Chim.” You start the conversation, feeling a little awkward. “How have you been?”
Jimin’s careful expression beams with light when you start speaking, clearly delighted that you held no hostility in your voice. The both of you know very well that your last conversation did not end in the best way. He tries to downplay his relief, but evidently failing as your lips cracked into an amused smirk.
“I’ve been good,” He sighs before backtracking, “actually – I’ve been better.” Your eyes follow Jimin’s fingers playing with his own cup of coffee. “MCATs are swamping me, and I’ve barely gotten to spend time with anyone else apart from my textbooks.” He admits sheepishly, and you take a good look at your friend. His cheeks have indeed gotten much more hallow, face much thinner with dark circles apparent under his eyes. The stress of medical school hopefuls has taken a toll on the beloved campus prince.
Feelings of worry take over you, putting a frown on your face. “Nothing is more important than your health, make sure you get enough rest, Jimin.” You take a sip of your coffee, “We are all here for you.”
He nods, “Yeah, just talking to a good friend like this is helping me wind down.” His chuckles fill the air, eyes becoming into crescent moons before becoming serious again. “Hey…regarding that last conversation we had, I’m really sorry.”
It came as a surprise to you that Jimin is the one bringing it up – he was the type to avoid confrontations of any kind and just waited things to dissipate. “You were right, I was being inconsiderate and selfish.” He looks down in guilt, unable to bring himself to face you. “I should’ve talked to Kook before making a move on Daeun. Well – at least I’m getting the karma I deserve now.” Jimin jokes, but there is not a trace of humor on his face.
Wait, what did Jimin meant about ‘karma’?
He lets out a small chuckle when he sees the shock on your face. You’ve always been an open book when it comes to feelings, and your genuineness is exactly why Jimin treasures you so much as a friend.
When his laughter dies down, Jimin leans in to whisper to you. “And something tells me that you know too.”
You try to avoid his gaze – but you can’t, not when you knew exactly what was going on. And not to mention that Jimin can always read you, always. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Sighing, Jimin reclines back in his seat and looks out the window. His head perches in his palm, elbow against the wooden birch table. “Whether you really know or not…” His eyes shift attention towards you, and a subtle but mischievous grin sits on his lips. “I actually don’t mind. I think I owe them that much.” He confesses.
“What?” Your voice comes out as a sudden squeak. “Why?”
“I don’t think I ever truly loved her.” Jimin starts explaining. “To be honest, I think I was more infatuated with the idea of her – it’s fucked up I know.” He pulls his gaze to look at you, and his eyes reflected some sort of detachment. “It was just…so easy to choose another night of studying in the library over a night spent with Daeun – watching moves, cuddling on the sofa and what not.” The look in Jimin’s eyes showed that he was more than just indifferent – he was sad that he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings.
“It was like Daeun finally mustered up the strength to take off her mask for me…but I didn’t like what I saw.” His confession renders you speechless, unable to give a proper response. An amused smile appears on his lips once again, before twisting into a disapproving frown. “I’ve tried telling her how I felt about our relationship several times now, but she won’t have any of it.” You take a good look at your friend, who seemed so tired but guilty of what this once fairytale-like relationship had become. There was also a sense of pity towards Daeun settling inside of you, although that is no reason to condone her actions, and Jungkook’s – it takes two to tango.
“So now, I’m waiting for her to make the move, when she is ready…although it seems she has other plans in mind.”
“You need to tell Jungkook.” You blurt out, “Whether she is using Jungkook for some irrational plot to make you jealous – he has the right to know.” A couple pair of eyes suddenly turn your way at the sudden volume increase, realizing how agitated you have become.
“Calm down, Y/N.” Jimin tries to appease to you. “These are only my assumptions; I don’t know how Daeun truly feels about Jungkook. And I can’t take that happiness away from him, not again.”
You ponder for a moment, finding sense in Jimin’s words. Daeun is indeed the only one who can bring happiness into Jungkook’s life – and that thought makes your heart clench. Perhaps Daeun was serious about Jungkook, but just haven’t gotten the chance to officially end things with Jimin. Your bias towards Daeun made you always question the intentions behind her actions, but what if, just what if, they were actually caused by your own jealousy towards the girl? – the real best friend who has been with him since high school. It was hard to stay objective in this situation, not when you couldn’t even differentiate your own feelings towards Jungkook. You couldn’t trust your own judgement anymore.
“Anyways, that was a break too long.” Jimin’s voice captures your attention once again, bringing you back into the conversation. “It felt good to finally share that to someone, thank you for hearing me out.” His bittersweet smile causes you to return him one of your own. “I’m going to head back to the library now.”
He stands up to make leave, not long before you call his name once again.
“Wait Jimin –” His steps freeze, turning around to find you beaming at him with an encouraging and hopeful look in your eyes. “I know it’s a tough time for you right now, but in the end – everything will be worth it.” Your lips pull into a child-like grin, teasing him. “And you’ll find that girl one day, I promise.”
Jimin stands still for a moment, taking in how the late afternoon sunlight casts a warm glow on the apples of your cheeks, how your eyes twinkle with nothing but pure optimism. He can start to slowly understand why both Namjoon and Jungkook is in enamoured with you – if only the younger boy could realize his feelings before it’s too late.
“Yeah,” Jimin smiles, “thanks Y/N.”
The following week moved relatively slow when Jeon Jungkook is nowhere to be found in your life, although your days do not end without an occasional ‘katok’ in your phone. You read all of his apology texts, but couldn’t bring yourself to type a reply. It wasn’t like you were unwilling to forgive the boy for his impulsive words – although you do admit that you were still a little pissed. However, what’s holding you back is the fact that you needed space to get over whatever feelings you have for Jungkook – wanting to genuinely wish him happiness in his choices. If Jimin and Daeun do end up calling it quits, it would just a matter of time before Jungkook starts dating.
It was a regular Tuesday night when you find yourself catching up with Yoojung over a late dinner in the dining hall. Ever since she and Jackson have become more serious into the relationship, there weren’t many opportunities to meet up regularly.
“Something tells me that you’re a little off.” You look up at the owner of the voice whose accusation was spot-on. Yoojung’s crazy sense of intuition has always been very accurate, albeit a little over analytical and pessimistic at times.
“No, I’m not.” You say a little too quickly. Great – now Yoojung definitely knows that something is wrong.
There is a teasing glint in her smile as she leans forwards to make sure you spill everything. “Trouble in paradise – with our campus’ favourite sophomore?” The fact that you glare at her once her question is asked confirms her hypothesis.
“We aren’t dating, Yoojung. We’re friends.” The salad in front of you suddenly does not look so appetizing anymore, and Yoojung takes this opportunity to steal the grilled chicken sitting atop on the bed of greens.
“Right, that’s what me and Jackson said for an entire year before admitting our feelings for each other.” The knowing glimmer in your eyes makes her choke on the chicken, and Yoojung’s face gets beet red. “Fine, we were also sleeping with one another.” She mumbles incoherently when she sees the annoying I-know-it-all expression plastered on your face.
“Look, I know something happened because Jackson has been telling me that a certain quarterback has not been focusing in practices.” Yoojung tries to gain your sympathy by giving you her infamous puppy-eyes – but fortunately, you were not Jackson Wang. You had immunity to this femme-fatale tactic of hers. “Jungkook has been looking like he’s miserable and depressed for the past week, and it’s all thanks to my best friend right here.”
You snort at her dramatic choice of words. “Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.”
“Well, speaking of the devil…” Her eyes are following something – or somebody – behind your head.
The levels of testosterone suddenly peak high in the dining hall, where boisterous laughter and jokes can be heard near the entrance door. It appears that the school’s football team just finished their usual Tuesday practices, hoping to fill their deprived stomachs with delicious, hearty food.
“Babe!” A cheery voice shouts at your best friend as she happily waves back to her boyfriend. “What a coincidence that you’re here!”
Jackson was a terrible actor, you realize.
“Coincidence, my ass.” You narrow your eyes, hissing at your friend. “No wonder you insisted on meeting up today.” Yoojung laughs sheepishly as she pulls down your accusing finger towards her.
Jackson’s voice grabs the rest of the football team’s attention onto your table. You turn your head to find several familiar faces, especially Taehyung who’s sporting the cutest boxy grin when he sees you. “Y/N!” He shouts across the hall, and you definitely don’t miss the figure behind – who previously had his eyes casted downwards – to brighten up at the sound of your name.
You hate how you could feel your heart go soft at the sight of Jungkook’s doe-like eyes staring at you like he hasn’t seen you in forever. Even with some distance in between, his battered state wasn’t hard to miss. There were a few fresh cuts on his right upper lip and cheeks, obvious signs that football practice has not been smooth for him. The dark mop sitting atop of his head tells you that his hair is still wet from the showers – and all you wanted to do was run over to him and dry his hair before he catches a cold.
This, is how weak you were for Jeon Jungkook. It was overwhelming how much you cared about the boy – you had to get away.
Yoojung lets out an awkward cough to get your attention. “So um…don’t freak out but someone coming over here right no-wait where are you going, Y/N?” She shouts after you as Jungkook’s eyes follow your frame, disappearing into the crowd of students. His steps falter when he sees that you just avoided him. You – who he believed would be there for him no matter what – couldn’t even bare to be in the same room as him now, he thought. The football team frowns at how disheartened their beloved quarterback is, and an arm wraps around Jungkook’s shoulders encouragingly.
“Looks like our Jungkookie’s got it bad.”
The sun casts glowing colors of grapefruit in the sky – a breath-taking canvas of orange and pink spread above you. The walk back to your apartment was pleasant, as it marked the end of another day of brutal classes. Learning was fun, but when the lecturers’ ideas of teaching only include memorizing incessant information, you despised it.
All you wanted right now is to enjoy the beautiful sunset before spending an entire night buried in your textbooks.
“Honk!”
Your body jumps at the sound coming from behind, turning around to find a black pick up car coming at your way. Squinting your eyes to look closer, you realize that the driver was no stranger.
The first thing you noticed as the windows rolled down was how Jung Hoseok’s eyes swelled with nervousness.
“Y/N!” The wheels screeching when he slams the brakes, “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Hobi, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Jungkook, he’s in the hospital. You have to come with me before it’s too lat-” It doesn’t take another word from Hoseok for you to rush into the car. His movements halts when he saw how easily complied you were.
“What are you waiting for, Hobi?” You frown at him, “Let’s go!”
Without a moment to lose, the engine growls under the influence of the accelerator. The car cruises along the streets without any signs of traffic, and for once you appreciate the fact that you lived in this quiet college town. Hoseok continues driving without a word, as his eyes keep shifting between you and the road in front, like something was on his mind. “Hobi, if you don’t keep your eyes on the road – we’ll be the ones joining Jungkook in the hospital,” you threaten.
Hoseok laughs nervously, “R-right. Just one thing, Y/N.” – he gives you another glance – “About Jungkook’s condition, I may or may not have overreacted a little…”
“What?” You frown at the usually sunshine-radiating man, who is currently recoiling from your intimidation. “Did you lie to me?
“No!” Hoseok defends himself, looking rather offended that you held such little certitude in him. “Jungkook did get admitted…just–” The car slowly comes to a stop when the light turns red at the intersection, as did his explanation. “Please don’t get mad at me – it wasn’t my idea.” Hoseok speaks so rapidly that you couldn’t even give a reply before he dashes out of the car. A few seconds pass where you sit just there, blinking at the empty seat where Hoseok was just at. When the car door opens again, a familiar figure slips inside at the exact moment the traffic light turns green, hitting the accelerator to bring the car into motion again.
The awkward silence sets in the atmosphere, with neither one of you speaking a word. Jeon Jungkook grips the steering wheel as his eyes keep ahead, unsure of how to start the conversation. The two of you keep your mouths shut, as the car peacefully drives along the streets. Unable to hold it in any longer, you were about to tell Jungkook to let you get off the car when something else captures your attention. You feel your heart clenching at the sight of the gauze on the right of his forehead, with a hint of dark red seeping through. Without thinking, you reach for the spot of his injury – fingertips gently brushing the sides of the dressing.
“Does it hurt?” You whisper softly, and his mouth slightly gaps before shyly smiling at you – with a small shake of his head. The reminiscence of the orange glow follows, with the rays of the sun tenderly kissing the surface of his skin.
You are so in love with Jeon Jungkook. His smile brings you to realize that nothing else mattered as long as he was happy, which is why you decided to support his relationship with Daeun.
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook breathes, taking one of his hands off the steering wheel to hold yours. “I’m so sorry for what I said – they were all so untrue, and I’m a complete asshole for saying that to you. All you were trying to do was to look out for me but I-I was just-”
“It’s okay, Jungkook.” Your hand tightens around his own. “I forgive you.” Upon hearing your words, Jungkook looks at you in mild surprise before the grin that can outshine the brightest of stars appears on his face. Quiet and soft giggles escape his lips, unable to stop looking away from you.
“What? What’s so funny?” You ask him, raising your eyebrow in confusion.
“Nothing.” He chuckles again, “I’m just really happy right now.” You feel a warm squeeze in your hand, and it jolts you at how in love the two of you were behaving right now. You scoff, leaning on your side of the window to look away before Jungkook can see the red tinge flushing your cheeks. It was then when you realized that the view of small town buildings was no longer there, replaced by a beautiful coastline – where you can finally see the sunset in its entirety.
Your body jumps in excitement as your hands slam onto the dashboard, your reaction making the boy beside you emit laughs that chimed like morning church bells. “You planned this, didn’t you?” Your words came out more as a statement than questioning Jungkook himself, who feigns innocence by shrugging it off.
“I know that you’ve been saying how you’ve missed the sea since starting college here.” Jungkook explains, occasionally taking a peek to admire the ocean as well. “You don’t know how long I have been nagging Hoseok hyung to lend me his car to do this.”
“So, what did you promise him in exchange for this favor, Kook?” A teasing glint appears in the corners of your smile, making Jungkook groan at the reminder of this trade.
“He’s making me join his dance club next year. I have to balance between my art projects, football, Alpha Sig events, and now – dancing.” Jungkook pauses before giving you a quick glance and looking as if he remembered something. “Oh! And babysitting you, of course.”
You angrily slap him on the arm, encouraging his laughter to become even louder. “Jeon Jungkook! Have you forgotten how to respect the elderly without me being around for the past week?” He cracks up like your words were the funniest thing he has heard for months - before catching your hand once again and the atmosphere in the car goes from playful to serious.
“I missed you so much, Y/N.” Jungkook’s voice was calm, but was so heavy with emotions that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. “You have no idea how brutal the past week has been for me.”
With a soft smile at your lips, you reply, “Yeah – me too.”
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Reverse Heroine | IV
parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?
a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader
summary: because platonic love is underrated
genre: college au, fluff/angst
word count: 5.4k
a/n: its been too long. but i’m finally back to writing! that’s if anyone is still up for reading this 👼🏻 anyways, please let me know how u feel about this chapter! also i didn’t proofread.
“Hey-”
“Hey!”
You stop in your footsteps when you feel a hand land on your shoulder, meeting eyes with Jungkook – who’s catching his breath when he calls your name. With a small smile on your lips, you pull your earphones out of your ear.
“Sorry, I – uh -” You gestured at the white earbuds, “couldn’t hear you.”
Jungkook flashes his signature bunny grin, giving you a brief shake of his head. “It’s fine.” He looks down on the floor for a short second, before meeting your gaze again. “So, um - you suddenly left yesterday-”
Memories from yesterday flood in. After the realization of your growing affections for the boy, it was painful to witness Jungkook look at Daeun like she was his world, his everything. You were getting ahead of yourself again, false expectations of something more. Jungkook has always seen you with a friend, he never did anything that made you believe otherwise. No, you couldn’t ruin your friendship with him like that, you couldn’t betray Jungkook.
“Oh – I got a text from Tae, saying he needed my help for something.” Words flow out smoothly as you lie without hesitation.
Jungkook’s eyes flashes with worry, “Did something bad happened?” He takes a step closer and a rush of guilt hits you for lying to his face. “Are you alright? Yo- you didn’t get hurt or anything, right?”
You quickly shake your head, dismissing any uneasiness that was lingering in his mind. “It was nothing important! He was just asking me about the-” You pause, quickly saying out the first thing that pops in your head “-physics assignment.” You start nod repeatedly, hoping that you can convince him more than you convinced yourself.
“I see…” Jungkook mumbles, looking away to quickly scan the walking crowds on campus grounds. You stall for a moment, scolding yourself that you have to stop acting so weird before Jungkook realises that something has changed.
“Are you okay, though?” You ask, sincere eyes peering at him. “Your talk with Daeun, I’m guessing that it all went well…?” It was hard to miss how Jungkook’s lips pull into a grin again, beaming with happiness. There was no doubt that the boy had been waiting to discuss about this topic with you. That’s what you are good for – when he had girl problems.
“I thought about it, Y/N. I really did.” He tells you, “From now on, I’m going to really focus on being her friend again – someone that she needs. And whatever feelings I have right now, I’m sure they’ll go away eventually, you know?”
“Right…they’ll go away…” Your voice echoes after Jungkook, telling yourself the same exact words. You need to pull yourself out of this tangled web of suppressed feelings before you sink in even deeper. “I’m happy for you, Kook. I really am.” A warm smile is playing on his lips when he hears your response, making you naturally returning the gesture. “By the way, we’re still on for tonight?”
His eyes widen, before muttering a curse under his breath.
“….and you forgot.”
A surge of panic flashes across Jungkook’s features, creating a little knit between his eyebrows. “It-it’s just that I promised Daeun yesterday that we’d do a movie night just like the old ti- I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. You know how long it has been since we’ve – ”
It can’t be helped that you could only look away in slight disappointment, trying to focus on the scrambling students in the background rather than the boy in front of you. Jungkook seems to have sense your sudden change of mood, stopping himself immediately.
“Actually, I’ll just ask Daeun if we can do a raincheck. I promised you first, it’d be unfai-”
“It’s fine, Kook.” You interrupt him, suddenly feeling bad at how difficult you were making things for him. You told yourself to never be one of those girls, the ones that played mind games and guilt trip people around them. You’ve already decided that you are going to stick by his side as a good friend, and you should follow through. “You go have fun with Daeun, okay? We can just go to the new arcade another today.” A convincing smile plays at your lips, and Jungkook fails to hide the sudden look of relief on his face.
“You are seriously the best, Y/N.” He wraps his arms around you, so tightly that your laughs end up sounding like you were choking. “I’ll make it up to you next time – I swear. But for tonight, I think you should still go to the arcade, you deserve a break after your exams.” Jungkook suggests, a grin on his lips. “Besides, Taehyung would cry in happiness if he could go with you.”
“Tae? I thought you said that he was busy when I asked you to invite hi-”
Jungkook stifles a laugh, eyes shifting away from your gaze.
“-Jeon Jungkook! You didn’t invite him, again?” Your eyes narrow into slits, playfully slapping the boy on his arm. Jungkook backs away, eyes smiling so hard that you couldn’t even see them anymore. Before he runs away from your flaming wrath of fury, he shouts.
“I’ll tell Tae to meet you at 8:00!”
And it turns out that not only was your date late – but it was also different Kim that greeted you.
Kim Namjoon.
He was still catching his breath when you felt a tap on your shoulders, finding Namjoon standing before you. Even in a state of frenzy, he still manages to look strikingly handsome – expected no less from the boy who stole your heart in your high school days. He has a small dimpled smile on his lips when he shyly waves to you. You, on the other hand, did not look so pleased at the new visitor.
“Why are you here?” Your voice was cold, matching the stoic and emotionless expression on your face. “I was told that Taehyung would meet me instead.”
Namjoon frowns slightly, unable to hide his disappoint at the obvious distance that you’ve casted between the two of you. “Always the coldness, huh?” When he sees your lack of response at his comment, he quickly tries to gather your attention before you can turn your back on him. “I was beside Tae when Jungkook called him, and…kind of overheard about your plans on coming here tonight.” He pauses to take a look at whether you were actually listening or not. “Taehyung was supposed to be the one meeting you here tonight – but then he suddenly remembered about his Zoology midterm tomorrow and was kind of panicking because that kid has seriously not touched a single page of his material since school started but then he was afraid that if he told Jungkook he won’t get another chance to chill with you because Kook can be a little possessive piece of shit at tim-”
Namjoon halts when he notices your impatience ticking away – he appears to have gone off track, again. He quickly clears his throat, feeling a little jittery under your cold gaze and it’s just always been so entertaining to him how you – someone so small and endearing like you could always make him feel like a young boy with his first love. ‘Pull yourself together, Namjoon. It’s not the time to be reminiscing about how stupid you’ve been to have let this girl-“.
“I’m not here to listen about how much of a little shit Jungkook is, because I’m well aware of that already.” You calmly speak, interrupting his train of thought. There were no traces of humor on your face but Namjoon knew – that this was your way of telling a joke. It’s a little peculiar on how you expressed yourself at times but he could almost feel his heart tighten at how adorable you looked in this moment.
Namjoon chuckles softly before speaking again. “Pretty much, I watched Taehyung have a mini-mental breakdown and offered to go in his place, sincerely.”
You perch your lips. “Doesn’t seem that sincere considering that you were late for 20 minutes-”
A brown cup holder with 2 bubble teas appear within your vision, with a slightly flustered Namjoon in the back. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite drink.” He pauses when he sees the glint in ur eyes and a hint of your smile. “And I already exchanged the tokens for the games.” You look down at his other hand and find a plastic bag with numerous silver coins.
Namjoon stands still in front of you, eyes glued on the floor - afraid to look up and face the possibility that you were already gone. Instead, a hand snatches one of the drinks and walks past him. Namjoon immediately turns around and finds you raising your eyebrows at him.
“Well, are you gonna come with? Or…” You take a sip of your drink, attempting to hide your smile.
“Y-Yeah!” Namjoon almost jumps up with enthusiasm as he follows you close behind.
By the end of the night, you’ve already lost count of how many times Joon has made you laugh so hard that you felt tears at the corners of your eyes. To his dismay, they were not intentional - most of them were attempts to be cool but all ended up being the opposite. And with only a few coins left, the both of you decided to try your luck at the claw machine.
Namjoon almost broke the glass when he walked straight into a machine that had these baby blue koala pillows. You walked towards the other side of the machine and almost squealed at how cute the koalas looked with a soft sleepy smile. You chuckle when you see that Namjoon is still staring at the dolls - cheeks squished against the glass and eyes gleaming.
Perhaps its moments like these when you remember why Namjoon is your first love.
“Okay move over, Joon. Let the master show you how its done.” You stretch dramatically and smugly jut your chin forward.
“W-wait! That’s not how it’s supposed to be! I’m supposed to be the one who-” Namjoon doesn’t even have a moment to react before you give him a light push to slide over. A finger lands on his lips, and he stares at you in mild surprise.
“Hush, young one.” You whisper under your breath, “I need to be in my zone.” In response, you receive soft laughter emitting from his lips that was soon silenced by your glare.
“It’s all yours.” He bows at you teasingly. Neither of you spoke another word when you moving the handle, with absolute silence in the background. Namjoon watches in tension as the claw starts moving towards the doll, coming down to pick at the ear-
And it misses.
“Argh!” You let out a frustrated grunt. “Stupid Kim Namjoon! You interrupted me with your loud stupid voice!” At this point, Namjoon could only look at you with a loving smile on his lips – he has realised that he was absolutely weak for you. It was unbearable for him to see how damn cute you are. The revelation bring him back to a conversation with Yoongi hyung back in his third year.
“Honestly, she is just batshit crazy!” Namjoon groans as he slams the door shut, causing a surprised Yoongi to flinch.
“I’m guessing you’re talking about Jessica?” He resumes munching on the pack of chips in his hands, eyes unfazed as he continues his Nolan marathon.
“It’s only been like – what, 2 weeks? – since we’ve started dating and she’s already throwing her temper at me!”
‘Damn, Anne Hathaway really does make a good catwoman’, Yoongi thinks.
Namjoon doesn’t notice Yoongi’s lack of attention so he continues anyways. “I was just asking my classmate, who just so happens to be a female, about our midterm and she gets so fucking jealous about it!” His voice thunders across the entire house, finally bringing Yoongi to cast a glance towards his direction. At this very moment, the new Alpha Sig recruits downstairs shudder in fear at the shouting above. A silent remainder to never piss of the VP Internal – the man is not the composed and friendly person he appears to be.
“Okay…but –”
“And the worst part? She does all this in the library where everyone is trying to study!” Namjoon flops onto Yoongi’s bed and groans, oblivious to his friend’s eyebrow twitch.
Yoongi finally puts his chips down and turns his chair to face the younger man, fingers adjusting his glasses upwards. “First of all,” He blinks, “Get. Off. My. Bed.”
It doesn’t take another word for Namjoon to quickly slide onto the floor – eyes looking up towards Yoongi, who then grunts in approval and goes back to his laptop screen.
“Second, you don’t seem to even like the chick that much. Why are you even dating her?”
“Uhh –” It takes a few moments before Namjoon speaks again. “she’s hot?” His tone sounds unconvincing to Yoongi. “Plus, Prez been telling me that Alpha Sig always goes for the hottest girls. And the Kappas, are the equivalent to hot girls.”
Yoongi laughs, not the sincere ones – but more of the single “Hah!” that he always does. “So you’re dating a bimbo – who can’t tell the difference between HIV and HPV, to show our equally intelligent President, that you got ‘game’.” Yoongi’s words drip in sarcasm. “Sounds about right, kid.”
Before Namjoon can further question his friend’s presence in the fraternity, Yoongi speaks up again to defend himself. “Like I said too many times, I’m only apart of this frat for the credentials and the singles room. Also, my fossil of a brother was like the President a few decades ago so I didn’t even need to go through hazing.”
“Didn’t Joonki sunbae-nim like graduate only two years ag–”
“As I was saying,” Yoongi interrupts him, “Look Namjoon, if the girl is someone that you truly like, then everything she does will only make you fall for her harder. Even when she’s roasting your head in flames– it’d be cute.”
Namjoon snaps out of his daze when he realises that there were no more tokens left. He sees you holding the last coin, eyes tightly shut and suddenly widening them. As you insert it into the machine, you’re mumbling some sort of good luck chant and Namjoon could finally understand what Yoongi meant.
“Yeah, definitely cute.” He whispers.
You snap your head to the left. “What did you say?” Your attention on Namjoon was short-lived because before he could respond with some lame, made-up answer, the happy tune starts playing from the machine again.
“One last time, I got this!”
A little more right…more…mor–perfect!
You clench your eyes shut to press the button, slightly hesistant to make the final move. And right before you press your finger down, Namjoon stealthily tilts the handle towards the left. Oblivious to the change, you bob your head excitedly along with the music as the the two of you watch the claw coming down and catches the koala right in the centre.
You let out a squeal that catches the attention of your neighbours, who consisted of other college students releasing their stress on a Wednesday night. Oh yeah, Namjoon was definitely getting some familiar stares. “Joon! I did it!” You jump up and down whilst slapping your hand against his arm. He happily grins at you in return.
“Yeah, you did.”
The impatience and excitement running in your blood makes you pick up the pillow before it is even released from the claw. And in your arms, the pillow feels exactly as soft as it looks. As you gently brush your hands against the plushie, you notice that the koala’s smile oddly reminds you of Namjoon himself. It takes a short moment before you remember to hand the prize towards Namjoon. “Here! For you.”
If you were trying to hide the fact that you really like the doll as well– you failed miserably. The president was not short of being called ignorant by other girls, but let’s just say that the ignorance was selective. Instead, he just playfully pinches your cheeks and softly shakes his head.
“No, you keep it.” Namjoon pushes the prize back towards you. “You’re the one who got it.”
“Yeah, but I said that I’d win it for yo-”
“I have a lot of stuffed animals in my bedroom already. Don’t worry about it.”
You look up towards Namjoon, “You sure?” He nods in reassurance, lips pulling into a wide grin when you jump up in happiness. If you weren’t so occupied with your newly prized possession, you would be able to see that Namjoon looks at you as if you were the galaxy itself.
“Come on, let’s go.” He nudges you on the shoulder. “I’ll walk you home.”
The walk back was calm with a comfortable silence between the two of you. The stars above twinkled in the clear sky. For the first time since forever, you feel as if you can face Namjoon with a smile again.
Everybody deserves a second chance– you think to yourself.
Sure, Namjoon is your first love, but he was also your friend and confidant before you let your feelings control the best of you. And whatever that happened in your first year, he already apologised. There shouldn’t be a reason for you to hold onto the past if it only makes you miserable.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Namjoon clears his throat.
“It’s your stop.” He tilts his head in the direction of your apartment building– with a smile that has never left his lips for the entire night.
“Oh, right. Sorry, I was totally dazing off-”
“Actually, I have something to tell you.” He speaks up again, unsure whether he should continue. But when you are looking at him without a hint of hostility in your eyes, he takes it as sign to keep going.
“I just– I want to properly apologise for what I did back then.” Namjoon’s eyes stay on your own, unwavering and focused. “I wish I had a good reason, but I really don’t. My judgement was clouded by my peers and– wait no– I shouldn’t blame it on someone else.” His gaze on you lowers, letting his bangs cover his eyes. “I became too engrossed at how others saw me– I wanted to fit in so badly.” A sigh escapes from Namjoon’s lips.
“Joon, it’s okay. I get it.” You walk towards the boy, fingers softly brushing the hair falling down on his face. “We all make mistakes-”
“No, Peanut, it’s not okay.” Namjoon gives himself a moment before continuing. “I wanted to be validated by people who wanted me to be someone I wasn’t. So I did things– things that I shouldn’t have done and…hurt the people that meant the world to me.” He takes a short breath in between. “No, they still mean the world to me.” The last part came out as a soft murmur and Namjoon regretted it instantly.
He needed to tell you how he truly feels about you– no more hiding and being afraid.
You suddenly feel warmth against your hand, finding Namjoon’s hand wrapped around your own, so tightly as if he was afraid that you would disappear. “I must right my wrongs. And this time, I won’t hesitate to chase after what I want.” His brown eyes pierce into yours and all the uneasiness was now determination.
“I won’t let you go– not this time.”
“Just come meet me at the frat house first! The guys miss you, especially Taehyung.” A voice blares through your phone, “I don’t get why you’re suddenly avoiding the place.”
You let out an unamused grunt across the line. “I just– I don’t wanna.” A few seconds of silence pass through before Jungkook speaks again.
“Did something happen?” His voice comes out to be a lot more serious, changing the atmosphere of the conversation immediately. “If one of the guys did anything to you, I swear– ”
“Nothing happened, Kook!” A surge of panic rushes through you, not wanting Jungkook to overreact. “Fine, I’ll come. Meet you in 10?” You can feel Jungkook beaming in victory across the other line.
“See you!” He exclaims before you hang up in him.
The walk to Alpha Sig took less than 10 minutes, but that was considering the fact that you walked in a rather brisk pace. Before you knew it, you find yourself in front of the familiar brown building with white pillars. Upon entering, Jin immediately gives you his warmest smile and greets you.
“Y/N! It’s been a while. Looking for Jungkook?”
A nervous smile casts upon your face, hoping not to dwell in the foyer for too long. Jin doesn’t fail to notice how your eyes were dodgy and looking around the house as if you were searching for someone.
“Or are you avoiding someone?” He teases.
“Maybe– both?” You reply sheepishly.
Jin chuckles to himself, amused to the ordeal that you were going through. “He just left like an hour ago, said something about writing his midterm paper.”
Relief rushes through you as you say thanks to Jin before running up the stairs and heads straight to Jungkook’s room.
As you close the door behind you, Jungkook bounces up from his bed and comes to you with his signature bunny grin. “You’re finally here!” He sings, “God, that 10 minutes felt like forever.”
You can’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was. Sometimes you wonder if Jeon Jungkook is the same infamous campus fuck boy that you first met him as – which brings to you realise, Jungkook hasn’t seem to be sleeping around lately. Not since the two of you have been practically seeing each other every single day. Although the past week has been a little different, with Jungkook sometimes cancelling on you or telling you that he wasn’t in the studio.
Nonetheless– he was still your good friend.
“So, Kook,” You walk to his desk chair and sit down. “What do you want to do today?”
“Actually, I kind of wanted to go to this new vegan place downtown. But I just checked the weather report and it’s going to rain soon.” Jungkook looks like a disappointed toddler who got his candy taken away when he mentions the forecast. “I really wanted to bring you there because I know how much you love that health conscious stuff.”
“It’s alright.” You reassure him, giving him a soft tickle on the chin. “You know I’d always be down for a movie and delivery.”
“But we always do that.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, “I want to do more– I don’t know– date stuff?” The last part comes out soft, as if he was shy about saying it.
“Date stuff?” Now this boy was just making you very confused.
Jungkook scratches his ear, looking a little perplexed. “I mean like, dates between friends.” He speaks quickly, unsure himself of where this conversation was heading.
“Jungkook, leave all the fun date ideas and whatnot for when you actually start dating someone that you like.” Your tone is laidback and playful. And for a moment, it almost looks like Jungkook’s eyes are brimming with hidden emotions. You quickly brush away any speculations though, because Jungkook would never– yeah, you definitely thought wrong.
“But when you’re with your good ol’ pal– me. You know I’d be good with just chilling and doing absolutely nothing.”
“But-”
“No buts.” You interrupt him, with a sneaky grin on your face. “Now quickly choose a movie and a place where we can stuff our faces with food from.”
Jungkook looks at you for a short moment before giving you a smile. “Yeah, okay.”
“I’m going to take a quick shower first, okay? The walk here made me kind of sweaty and gross.” When he gives you a brief nod, you walk into his closet to grab a clean towel. It never fails to amuse you how organised Jungkook was when it comes to doing his laundry. Perhaps you should make him start doing your dirty laundry for you. You grab the one with a giant pig nose print on it – that brat bought it especially for you to use – and head to the bathroom. “You better be done choosing when I’m finished!” You pressure the boy behind you, who just laughs and throws his clean t-shirt in your way.”
“Aye aye Captain.”
Stepping out of the bathtub, you pat yourself dry before slipping into Jungkook’s tee and your own sweats. Right before you were about to open the door, you notice that there were voices on the other side. “Is Hobi back?” You mumble to yourself but then realise that it was a female voice. It starts with quiet and unstable sobbing, gradually calming down before the girl whispers her next words.
“Kookie, help me forget. Please.”
There is something unsettling stirring inside of you that made you feel like that things are about to go wrong, very wrong.
Jungkook sighs softly on the other side. “I-I can’t. This is wrong.”
You didn’t want to intrude on Jungkook’s privacy so you decided that it was best to stay in the bathroom until the matter was solved. It wasn’t like you wanted to eavesdrop into their conversation but they were not exactly being discreet with their voices. Silence fills the air before someone speaks again.
“It didn’t stop you from the first time.” It was the girl again.
“Stop mentioning that.” His voice bursts in pain. “I deeply regret for making it happen.” The agony in Jungkook’s voice makes your own heart to ache. And there is only one person you can think of who could make Jungkook suffer like that. “We shouldn’t have done that to J-”
“Well guess what?” She pauses before screaming the next part. “Fuck Jimin!” You start to hear louder sobs on the other side. “I can’t do this anymore, I should have chosen you instead. You wouldn’t have treated me like this, right?”
Jimin? What the hell was going on? All the puzzle pieces come together when you realise that it must be Daeun who was speaking to Jungkook outside, but the conversation was just making you very confused. Your scattered thoughts keep you deeply bothered for a few long minutes, blocking on the noises from outside. You were unsure of when to step outside the bathroom, but you knew that you couldn’t stay in here forever.
Oh screw it. You turn the knob and push the door open.
Stepping out of the bathroom, you were definitely not prepared to see what was in front of you. Lee Daeun was sitting atop of Jungkook – the two of them half dressed and passionately making out and with obvious intentions to go even further.
So this is what Daeun meant by ‘making her forget’.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck.”
You don’t even try to conceal the amount of displeasure in your voice, immediately grabbing the attention of the two bodies on the bed. When Jungkook sees you in his vision– it was like he has woken up from a trance – his eyes widen as he cusses under his breath. Jungkook quickly pushes Daeun off of him and sit upright in attempt to gain whatever composure he had left.
“F-fuck. Y/N, I can explain.” He stutters, flustered and ashamed of whatever that was going on. Jungkook struggles to fix his pants as Daeun sits on the corner of his bed with her head down.
You were not proud of your bad temper, but at this moment it was really something that you couldn’t control.
“This really crosses the line, Jeon.” You hiss, no patience to listen to what he had to say. “I didn’t give a shit when you were just sleeping around, but ruining relationships? And atop of that, a relationship between your two close friends?” Stepping towards Jungkook, you refuse to break any eye contact before whispering your next words.
“Now that’s low.”
Your statement has undoubtedly stab Jungkook right where it hurts the most. He lowers his head in shame, unable to face you. Instead, it’s another voice that speaks up– one that you were not very fond of.
“Stop criticising when you have no idea what is going on!” Daeun glares at you from the corner of his bed, eyes red and swollen from the crying. “Kookie has just been helping me with my problems with Jimin.”
Now you know that it must be your bias speaking, but you just didn’t have the tolerance to deal with Daeun and her little victim act. Not right now.
“No offence, Daeun.” Your laugh was humourless. “But I wasn’t talking to you.” You seethe. Before she can retaliate, Jungkook shoots a glare at her way to make her quiet down.
A few moments of silence sits dangerously in the atmosphere. You feel like your mentality was going haywire with all the emotions running inside of you. Anger? Disappointment? Or was it heartbreak?
Right before you decided that you did not want to be in this room anymore, Jungkook speaks up. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking visibly distressed.
“Daeun, do you think you can go home first?” He says softly, “I need to talk to Y/N.”
She nods timidly as she dresses herself and makes her way to the door. Right before she exits, Daeun gives the two of you another glance and leaves.
When you are positive that she has left, you find yourself releasing a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Energy strained and tired, you turn your back and start walking towards Hoseok’s bed to sit down.
To be completely honest, you had no idea how to face this situation. You aren’t sure of how you were supposed to feel in this situation.
‘You are his friend, nothing more.’ These words loops in your head before you start talking again.
“Jungkook, I can’t help you get over this heartbreak if you keep walking right into it.” You whisper. “Can’t you see that all of this is really unhealthy?”
Jungkook finally looks up and makes eye contact with you. His eyes are lost– so fragile as if they will shatter if you were not careful. “She said that she will leave Jimin soon. And-” He smiles weakly at you. “I really believe that-”
And that pisses you off – all your attempts to help Jungkook when he didn’t even want to be helped. It was frustrating to watch him put himself in this situation, he deserves so much better. You knew the next words would hurt him, but they were also necessary.
“If she had the intention of leaving Jimin, she would’ve done it before she start ‘this’ with you! She is using you for her own selfish reasons.” You don’t even realise how fervent your voice has gotten. “You are just her toy, Jungkook.”
The anger in his eyes almost frightens you, he has never looked at you with so much resentment. Jungkook’s fists are clenched as he starts walking in your direction, stopping when his face was right in front of yours.
“Why can’t you just be happy for me!” Jungkook has never raised his voice at you like this. “You know what?” He exasperates, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d judge me like this.” A low growl sits in his throat. “Do you just want everyone to be miserable and pathetic like you?”
The moment that those words left from his lips, he could feel regret flowing through his veins.
“Fuck. I-I don’t mean it that wa-”
His hand reaches out to grab onto your wrists, but before he could – you had taken a step back and the look in your eyes make Jungkook feel disgusted at himself. He is struggling to put the words he actually meant to say together but when he searches for your eyes again, you had already left him alone in his room.
You slam the door shut behind you, skidding to a stop when you see the boys staring right at you. Jin tries to give you a hug but your hand gently brushes it away. No, you couldn’t break down right in front of them, not when Jungkook was just right behind. Without saying another word to them, you ignored their worried expressions and sprint down the stairs.
Jungkook was right, it was raining outside.
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Reverse Heroine | III
parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?
a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader
summary: because platonic love is underrated
genre: college au, fluff/angst idk?
word count: 5.1k
a/n: this update is super delayed ㅠㅠ but i promise you guys, i’ll be updating alot more frequent from now on! anyways, i’m half dreading half excited to write the next few parts because...brace yourselves kiddo, the angst is coming.
After the very eventful breakfast, you watch as Jungkook hurriedly go up the stairs to return to his room. It was obvious that the boy did not want to be bothered. Quietly, you start collecting the dishes from the boys, stacking them up to bring to the sink. A hand stops you when you reach for Hoseok’s plate, meeting eyes with Yoongi who softly smiles at you. He nods his head in the direction where Jungkook disappeared to, and gently nudges you away from the table.
“You’ve done enough work already, let us clean up the mess.” Yoongi speaks in a low and calm voice, taking over your position. He grabs the plates away from you, setting them down in front of him. You ponder for a moment before quickly thanking Yoongi and follow Jungkook’s footsteps. Walking up the stairs, you briefly recall what happened during the breakfast.
There is no doubt that a sudden shift in atmosphere lingers in the air. People would have to be blind – or maybe as dense as Kim Taehyung – to not see the rising tension once Daeun took a seat at the table. Jungkook immediately stops making conversation with the rest of his fraternity and stares hard onto his plate, jaws clenched with an unreadable expression. You notice how Daeun keeps looking in your direction, eyes full of curiously until Jimin whispers into her ear to let her know that it was you who prepared the breakfast for the boys.
“You’re so impressive, Y/N!” Daeun praises you with eagerness, “Yoongi is so lucky to have a girlfriend like you!”
The grumpy, dark haired man beside you half grunts and chuckles sarcastically, showing no intention to give a proper reply. Yoongi seriously does not hold back on expressing his detest for the girl.
Awkwardly returning the smile, you open your mouth to clear up the misunderstanding. “Oh, I’m not-”
“-Y/N isn’t Yoongi’s girl!” Taehyung exclaims, joining the conversation. “She’s our Jungkookie’s ‘special’ friend.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, earning snickers from the rest of the table.
You weren’t sure if you just saw Daeun’s smile falter for a second, but she quickly regains her composure, finally looking at Jungkook for the first time since she’s entered the house. “Kookie, you finally got yourself a girlfriend? How come you didn’t tell me…” Her lips curl into a pout, and you swear that half the table of guys starts swooning at how adorable she looks.
Jungkook remains silent, his chopsticks fiddling with the rice that’s left over in his bowl. Tension starts to build in the atmosphere, with Jungkook showing no signs in responding to Daeun’s comment.
“What Tae means, is that Y/N is one of the few girls that Jungkook manages to not have a fucked up relationship with, literally.” Hoseok adds in teasingly, earning laughter from the table once again; but you don’t miss the soft glance he throws in your way. It was a relief that Hoseok never fails to read the mood well, preventing awkward situations from lingering on too long. Throughout the rest of the meal, you felt a pair of eyes on you, observing your every move.
Reaching to Jungkook’s bedroom, you knock twice to let him that you were going in – regardless to whether he liked it or not. Upon entering the room, you immediately find your eyes on the boy lying on his bed, eyes closed with his arm slayed across.
“Kook,” You close the distance between the two of you, sitting down on the side of his bed. “You know you have to face her at some point. She’s your best friend. You can’t avoid her forever.”
Jungkook lets out a soft grunt and turns his back away from you, words muffled against his pillow; but you make them out to be something along the lines of “Yes, I can” or “Fresh tuna can”. Betting your hopes that it was not the latter, you pinch his arm playfully to get his attention. “Stop being a baby, you baby.” You pull his arm away in hopes that he would look at you, “The feeling sucks, I know. But you have to stay strong and slowly let your broken heart mend itself, not run away from the problem.”
Jungkook finally turns around to properly meet your gaze, wavering eyes that showed his fragileness.
“How?” He whispers. “How am I supposed to get over this?”
The room enters a static silence. You carefully listen to Jungkook’s breathing, slow and even. The both of you stared at one another, immersed in each other’s presence.
When you finally speak again, Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Let me help you, Kook.”
“You know, this is really not what I imagined to be a part of the whole ‘mend your heart’ plan.” His low grumbles echo in the crisp morning air, where the school campus is yet to be awake with bustling students. “And why the fuck is he here?” Jungkook glares at the happy individual beside you.
You shrug as you continued stretching out your legs. “I know you football jocks probably spend a lot of the time in the gym doing deadlifts and stuff, but let’s see how fit you really are with cardio.” A mischievous and silly grin appears on your lips, which earns another growl from Jeon Jungkook. “You need to start anew, Kook, and the best way is to focus on yourself – some ‘me-time’.”
“Trust me, Y/N. We spend way more ‘me-time’ than you can-” Taehyung stiffles a giggle in a child-like manner before you silence him with a punch on the arm.
“And by that, I don’t mean the times you spend on your beds with hands in your pants, okay?” Your lips curl upwards sarcastically while Taehyung smirks at your words.
“I still don’t get why the fuck he’s here.” Jungkook speaks again, looking like a grumpy toddler who got woken up in his sleep – which, in his defense, was kind of the case.
“Tae’s eager to help out, okay? Besides, I could use the extra help when I’m dealing with a giant man-baby like you.”
“Yeah, but I thought it was just gonna be the two of us…” Jungkook mumbles to himself, obviously still unpleased with the appearance of a sudden guest.
“What did you say?” You raise your head in his direction, in which he just mutters a soft ‘nothing’ and looks away. A quick glance at your phone tells you the time of 7:00am, and the sun was just starting to show its arrival. You watch the boys continue stretching absentmindedly, before you suddenly take off and start running along the tracks.
“Loser has to buy coffee!” You shout, increasing the distance between you and two confused figures.
“That wasn’t fair. I even had a head start.” You grumble as you hand your credit card to the barista. “I’m going to sue Mother Nature for this biological inequality.”
Jungkook happily puts his arm around your shoulders, making you feel his body weight on you. “You asked for it, dude. To go against the two best players on the Football team?” His deep chuckles resonate beside you, putting a smile on your face knowing that he enjoyed his time and was able to momentarily forget about Lee Daeun.
“Whatever, Jeon. Just wait till we do long distance.” You scoff, jokingly pushing his sweaty arm away. “Sprinting has never been my forte anyways.”
Jungkook grins brightly, looking much more youthful than he usually appears to be. He was amused at your stupid excuses and competitiveness, in which he found endearing. He doesn’t hesitate to pinch your cheeks while you took a sip of your Americano. “You’re so cute when you get upset like this.”
His words bring the hairs on your back to rise, as a surge of warmth rush to your cheeks. Flustered, you quickly brush his hand away and mutter a ‘whatever’. It felt weird to suddenly feel shy about what Jungkook said, as you usually take his compliments as a grain of salt. The boy was so used to charming girls to get them into his bed, it was already in his second nature to flirt with every female species like this. But when Jungkook smiles at you so innocently like this, it was just him - Jeon Jungkook, the boy with a deep affinity for anime and Iron man. And it almost, almost, makes your heart skip a beat.
A voice suddenly interrupts you from your trance, finding your eyes on a familiar smiling face. “Jungkook, Y/N! What are you doing here?” Jimin lightly jogs to you both, looking a bit surprised and excited at coincidence. You give Jimin a small wave before quickly darting your eyes to Jungkook, hoping that his mood was still in good spirits.
“Hey Hyung.” Jungkook flashed a small smile, acting a little awkward but you felt relieved when he showed no hard feelings towards the older boy.
“Jeon Jungkook up and awake this early in the morning? I’d never believe it!” Jimin laughs, giving you a thumbs up. “I’m impressed, Y/N. Our Kookie has finally found his opponent.” You let out a small chuckle, shaking your head.
“It took both me and Tae to wrestle him out his bed this morning.” You playfully glare at Jungkook, massaging your arms as if you were in pain. Jungkook responds to your little complaint with a smug grin on his face, patting your hair and looking satisified.
“Aigoo, you did such a good job today.” He coos, obviously enjoying himself.
“Shut up, you brat! Is this how you treat your elders?” Jungkook throws his head back, and continues laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world – which it really wasn’t. From behind, you slowly see Taehyung coming out of the bathroom and walking towards you guys.
Even from a short distance away, he makes no attempt in concealing his opinions. “You two are being so sickeningly sweet that I could feel myself sugar high from like, a mile away.” He comments, a classic boxy grin on his face when you hand him his sugar-filled coffee, which at this point, wasn’t even coffee anymore – it was just milk and sugar. Jungkook pays no attention to the teasing from his hyung and just pulls you even closer.
"You’re just feeling sour at the fact that Y/N likes me more than you.” Jungkook bickers, and it still surprises you till this day at how ‘mature’ Jeon Jungkook was.
“Hey, don’t forget that I was there at the beginning of our budding friendship too!” Taehyung defends himself, as the memory of carrying a drunk Taetae up the stairs pops into your head.
“Me and Y/N’s budding friendship.” Jungkook argues back, “Hyung was just passed out on the bed like a dead cow.” Taehyung looks like he was about to say something again but stops himself, suddenly moving closer to Jungkook and breathing down his neck. You don’t miss the smirk that he carries.
“If it weren’t for me, would you even have the courage to face Y/N?” A mischievous smile appears on Taehyung’s lips. “Don’t forget, Kookie. Do you remember what you said in first yea-” Taehyung gets cut off when Jungkook quickly clasps his hand over his mouth, and you see how Taehyung’s eyes forms into a pair of victorious crescent moons, knowing that he has won. On the side, Jimin watches in amusement how this childish argument is unravelling before his eyes.
First year? Taehyung’s words piques you with curiosity, interested to know what is making Jungkook panic like this. You watch as Jungkook drags a smug Kim Taehyung away into the other side of the coffee shop, leaving you and Jimin alone.
“Hey, Y/N.” Jimin glances at you, “Can I have a word with you?” Nodding your head with a smile, you encourage him to continue. “About Jungkook and Daeun…you know, right?”
The sudden shift in topic catches you off guard, eyes widening at Jimin who chuckles lightly at your reaction. “Yeah, I thought so. Kook really opened up to you about everything, eh?”
Taking one more sip of your drink, you face Jimin again. “And…this is all alright with you? The fact that one of your best friends is in love with your girlfriend?” Your eyebrows furrow in slight confusion.
“Actually, I knew before we got together.” He pauses, watching Jungkook and Taehyung playfully wrestle with one another from afar. “Daeun told me.”
JImin turns back to you with a smile, “Anyways, the point of me telling you this…is that, I hope you make sure that Jungkook is okay. I’d hate to see Jungkook being upset ab-” Jimin halts when he gets interrupted by the sound of your coffee cup slamming against the table, not long before finding your angry eyes directed at him.
“I can’t believe you, Park Jimin.” You seethe, “You-you knew how much Jungkook cares about Daeun and the tw- the two of you still did this behind his back?” Your words are coming out as a hiss, getting louder as your anger starts to boil.
“Wait, Y/N. Let me explain. “Jimin grabs onto your arm, making you look at him properly. “I know. I shouldn’t have done this to Jungkook, but it just wasn’t something I could contro-”
“Don’t give me these excuses, Jimin.” You pull your arm out of his grasp and glare at him. “If you cared, you would’ve talked to him before walking into that party, hand in hand like you wanted the whole world to see.” The heated discussion was starting to earn curious attention from other students in the coffee shop. A flash of guilt runs across Jimin’s face; he wanted to tell you that it wasn’t true – things weren’t the way you assumed it to be – but the both of you knew.
“Jimin, I will try my best to make sure Jungkook recovers from his wounds. But no, not for your sake.” You frown at him, who was avoiding your gaze. “I’m doing this because I want to see Jungkook happy.”
Without another word, you march to the exit and leave the café, leaving Jimin stunned and a confused Taehyung and Jungkook to why you left so abruptly.
A female scream rings in your ears when you slam the door open, finding a cute brunette in a bra and a half-naked Jeon Jungkook– lips smudged with red and hands lost in somewhere around filmsy skirt of hers.
You wish you were surprised at the scene before you, but let’s be honest here, nothing compares to your first encounter with the boy.
You throw your shit-eating grin at their direction, feeling pleasantly smug at your little interruption. “Put on some clothes and meet me downstairs in 15.”
To your surprise, Jungkook comes down in less than 5 minutes.
“Whoa, somebody’s looking happy.” Hoseok comments with a smirk, “I’m guessing your little ‘date’ with Hyeri didn’t go so well?”
Jungkook mumbles something incoherently and takes a seat beside you, who was captivated by the latest photography project that Yoongi is currently working on. “Hey, don’t blame me. I was sent by those smiling idiots over there without any warning.” You defend yourself, hand pointing at Taehyung and Hoseok. “Besides, I gave you time to finish, didn’t I?’
“How could I finish after your little interruption?” Jungkook frowns, “All I could see in my head was that annoying little smile of yours afterwards.” He leans back onto the sofa, pinching your torso from behind, making you burst into a fit of giggles.
“You’re saying that you just left Lee Hyeri – one of the hottest girls on campus – on your bed, hungry and unsatisfied?” Taehyung exclaims with his mouth opened wide. “Dude, you’re…you’re a fuckin’ savage.” He turns his head to his friends, waiting for them to continue the bickering. But Instead, Hoseok just wolves down his unfinished pizza in silence like he hasn’t eaten for days, earning the attention of everyone in the common room. “Whoa there, slow down bro. What’s the rush?” Taehyung says, smirk on his lips.
“Lee Hyeri is currently in my room, half naked and probably pissed to death.” Hoseok whistles suggestively, “I’d be an idiot if I didn’t go up right now.” All the boys in the room starts hooting, giving him fist bumps of all sorts.
“You guys are disgusting.” You grimace at the topic of the conversation. “I’m out.” You hand back Yoongi, who was sleeping on the sofa, his camera and start heading out the door. And once you’ve stepped outside, you already find Jungkook standing behind you like a lost puppy.
“So,” He chirps, an excited expression on his face, “where are we going?”
You give him a side smile, and tugs his arm to start walking. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
The Matisse Building of Art and Design – the place where the school’s art students can be found spending their whole 24 hours at. The place where Jeon Jungkook, also an art student, rarely steps into.
“What are you doing…” His eyes shift around, catching the gazes of the whispering students who had their full attention on the boy. The infamous Golden quarterback slash campus bad boy in the art building? Now that’s something rarer than a blue moon.
“Step 2 to recovery from a heartbreak – redirect your attention into something new – well, not exactly new for you. But you get the deal here.” You reply, patting his back encouragingly. When Jungkook opens his mouth to resist, you put your finger against his lips. “Before you reject me and think that this is a ludicrous idea, please – just give me 10 minutes.” You speak calmly, a small smile on your lips. “Look Jeon, I know how good you are, and how much you love draw.” Jungkook squirms uncomfortably under the scorching stares of the crowd, but you tilt his head to face you properly. “The stuff – the drawings in your sketchbook.” A bright smile sits on your lips. “It’s amazing.”
Jungkook’s cheeks become furiously red at your comment, feeling a little flustered for being praised. Sure, he was used to getting compliments for doing well during football season, or doing anything in general. But something about being praised for his art – or maybe it was just the fact that he was being praised by you – made Jungkook’s heart swell and beam in shyness.
“Come on, let’s go to your studio.” You pull his arm, and start walking deeper into the building.
He stops in his footsteps, unsure if he had just heard wrong. “My own…studio? I thought only grad students were allowed-”
“I talked to the art director,” You slow down to turn around and face him, “and…I might’ve showed him your sketchbook.” You smile sheepishly at him when Jungkook playfully narrows his eyes at your sudden confession.
“Oh, of course you did. What is the great Y/N not capable of?” He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.
You place your hands on your hips, standing in a very firm stance. “That’s what you get for not telling me that you were the top student of your graduating class!” You defend yourself, finger poking at his chest softly.
Jungkook’s smile slightly falters, replaced with a grim expression. “Like that matters anymore…” He mumbles, kicking his shoe against the marble floor dejectedly. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not very welcomed here. They all just think I’m some basic, talentless jock who’s lacks creativity and character.”
“And when did you, Jeon Jungkook, started caring about what others thought of you?” Your question makes Jungkook smirk, failing to hide the rising smile on his face. “Anyways, that is why I talked to the Art Director,” You continue on, “and it just so happens that one of the grad students suddenly decided to take a gap year, meaning that there’s an empty studio waiting to be occupied.” You resume in your walking again, tugging the boy behind. “I thought that, maybe you’d might enjoy drawing a lot more if you don’t have to work under the scrutinizing stares of your peers, you know?”
Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks at you with slight doubt. “Th-that sounds too good to be true. Why would they just give me, an undergrad, the studio?”
“Well…there are…some conditions…” You mumble, “And I may or may not have threatened the director about his little affair with one of the TAs…”
Jungkook cracks in laughter, shaking his head again. “God, I don’t even want know how you got that info.”
“Anyways, it wasn’t just me that persuaded Mr. Kang.” You briskly walk along the hall, hearing Jungkook’s footsteps following behind. “Professor Hong helped as well – a lot actually.”
“Prof Hong? As in my current Oil Painting professor? The one that I keep skipping classes of-”
“This is where the conditions come in, Kook.” You finally come to a stop in front of a sleek black wooden door. “You can’t miss anymore attendances from now on.” Turning around, you meet eyes with Jungkook, a serious expression sitting your face. And behind your back, your fingers runs along to smooth metal doorknob before hearing a click to open the door. “You are also required to hand in a project in every 2 weeks from now on-”
“Oh, you’re kidding right?”
“No – not really...”
Jungkook starts to frown again, looking a bit nervous and anxious at the news. It wasn’t the fact that he had to hand in extra assignments that made him feel like this, it’s just that he hasn’t really been involved with his academic responsibilities ever since he joined Alpha Sigma. It scared him, yes – but Jungkook would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t miss it at all. Jeon Jungkook was so accustomed to getting approval from everything he did. However, he could not say the same when it comes to his major of study. Art is often viewed based on the individual’s subjective experience, making art the one thing that he had no control over – which is exactly why he’s so mesmerized by it. His thoughts are quickly interrupted when he feels your hand wrap around his own.
You tug Jungkook into the room, feeling a little excited to see his reaction to the new studio. It was a small space, but you made sure that all the working tables, chairs and easel carried a minimalist design – making the room feel comfortable yet chic at the same time. You glance at Jungkook, who still carries a hint of a frown but finally releases the deep breath that he’s been holding once he enters the studio. And his reaction did not disappoint.
“D-did you do all this?” He whispers, turning his head to give the place a 360 view.
You let out an embarrassed laugh, suddenly feeling a little shy. “Not alone, of course.” Jungkook’s gleaming eyes at you make you scratch the back of your ear awkwardly. “Your bros and I, we jus – we kind of just pooled some money together, and – it just happened I guess.”
Jungkook’s laugh rings in your ears like morning bells, slowly pulling his lips into a smile. “Bullshit. Anyone with a brain would know that this didn’t ‘just happened’, okay?” His fingers quote in the air. “This is- this is great.” He pauses, “No, it’s perfect.” You tense up when Jungkook suddenly walks to your side and throws his arms around you, your head tucking underneath his chin. “You’re the best.”
You brush off any weird tingly feelings that was bubbling inside of you, and pull apart to meet Jungkook’s bright smile. “To be honest though, Yoongi chipped in the most – ‘to make up for his lack of physical contribution’, he says.”
This makes Jungkook laugh again. “I wouldn’t expect any less from Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook smiles while walking to his working table, where the smell of fresh paper and various art supplies lingers.
“Also, about those projects with Professor Hong,” Your fingers play with the cactus plant while your body finds the seat across from Jungkook. “He told me that you should probably go talk to him – the man refused to let me know about any details.”
“Will do.” Jungkook smiles, “And – thank you so much, Y/N. For everything. I really mean it.”
You return his smile, watching as the warm sunlight from the ceiling window cast a glow upon his face. And it was at that moment, that you swore to yourself that you’d do anything to protect that smile.
“No problem. What are friends for?”
Everything was going well, or at least that’s what you thought. Apart from his football practices, Jungkook would always head straight to the studio whenever he had spare time. And naturally, you found a home in the seat across from him, working on whatever homework you had or sometimes, just sometimes, quietly admire Jeon Jungkook working in concentration while you pretended to be reading your Anatomy textbook. And during your breaks, the two of you would run down to the main street on campus to grab some take-out. Or on the days when you have upcoming exams or Jungkook had to rush an approaching deadline, the pizza delivery guy was the savior of two starving souls.
It was a Tuesday night when the routine was interrupted.
“Kook, I think I’m in love.” You confess, taking a bite of the fresh slice. “I’ve never been so happy to see another human being.”
Jungkook snorts, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Y/N, just because Chris is the guy keeping your stomach full every week with fresh, cheesy, goodness – doesn’t mean you can proclaim your love for him like that.” He glares you playfully, “Besides, I didn’t know that the ‘Star Wars fanatic’ type of guy was your cup of tea.”
“I mean, are you really surprised here? I’m friends with you, Mr. Team Iron Man.” You smirk, feeling the pizza grease drip down your fingers. “I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to admit that Batman is obviously better than that egotistic metal-suit-wearing playboy.”
“Oh come on, that’s completely bullsh-”
Jungkook’s yelling gets interrupted midway by a knock on the door, grabbing the attention of you both. Silence lingers in the air for a few more seconds before a voice speaks.
“Kookie, it’s me.” You can see Jungkook freeze at the sound, eyebrows furrowing in slight annoyance.
“I’m busy, Daeun.” He sighs, “I got a proje-“
“Can we talk, please?” Daeun’s voice is laced with desperation, like she was begging for the boy to open the door. Jungkook pauses for a while, eyes on the floor before letting a deep breath and walks to the other side of the room.
In the moment he opens the door, a pair of arms fly around Jungkook’s shoulders and you can’t help feel slight discomfort sitting in your gut.
“Kookie, I’ve missed you so much.” Her sounds are muffled by his t-shirt, but she appears to have no intention on letting go. “Do you know how awful I’ve been feeling recent-“
Daeun widens her eyes when Jungkook gently untangles her arms around himself, stepping away from the girl. Looking behind his tall figure, Daeun finally notices your presence – sitting comfortably in the office chair with a pizza in hand.
She doesn’t look pleased. But of course, Daeun quickly covers up her dissatisfaction and flashes a small smile in your direction.
“Hey Daeun.” You wave, feeling a bit awkward at the tension in the room.
“Oh, hey Y/N.” She waves back, “I – uh didn’t know you were here.” Her hands automatically fly to her hair, fixing any loose strands. “Um, is it alright that I have a minute alone with Kookie?”
You quickly stand up, but it’s hard to ignore the slight jealousy stirring inside of you. “Oh, um – sure, of course-”
“There’s nothing about what you have to say that Y/N can’t know about.” Jungkook interrupts you, stern gaze at Daeun. And you definitely don’t miss the flash of bitterness running across her eyes when she looks at you again.
You pat your shirt clean of any pizza crumbs, taking a single step towards the door. ““No, it’s fine. I can leav-”
“Stay, Y/N.” Jungkook insists, his face showing no signs of jest. You close to mouth shut to stop resisting, staying put at your seat.
A brief silence sits over the atmosphere, where neither Jungkook or Daeun is starting the conversation. She glances at you, eyes showing discomfort at the fact that you would be here to listen to whatever conversation she would have with Jungkook. No, she wasn’t just uncomfortable – she hated it.
Finally, her voice breaks the tension running in the air. “Kookie, why have you been ignoring me for the past few weeks?” Daeun takes a step closer, arm reaching out to touch him. “It’s like – you’re a completely new person or something…”
Jungkook scoffs, meeting her gaze once again. “People change, Daeun. Get over i-”
“Well I really miss my best friend right now!” She snaps, eyes glistening with tears that were threatening to fall. Jungkook looks a bit stunned at her outburst, his eyes softening with a flash of guilt. “Kookie…” Daeun whispers, “What did I do wrong…please, tell me.”
You can see Jungkook’s wall of defense slowly crumbling, something that took a whole week to build – easily broken down by her few words. The weeks of your hard efforts to protect Jungkook’s heart is no match against the tears of the girl that he loves. Anger and disappointment starts to stir inside of you, directed towards Jungkook for letting himself be so vulnerable again – but what right did you have?
It confuses you why you feel the way you do, and when realization hits – you can’t help but feel pathetic and ugly.
How could you, think that you were enough to replace Lee Daeun’s position in Jungkook’s heart? She was beautiful, smart, popular – the type of girl that no boy could resist, while you are just…you.
It was difficult to admit, but deep inside, you realized that you’ve developed feelings for the boy that went past the boundaries of friendship– and that is exactly why you feel so ugly right now.
And all these feelings, these pathetic anticipations – must go away.
You can feel your heart tugging in slight pain when Jungkook finally gives in and closes the distance between them, enveloping her body with his arms. She leans in to his touch, as if her body had been missing this sense of familiarity. Whispered apologies escapes from his lips like a mantra, hand running through her long hair to soothe her broken sobs.
“Yo-you lied, Kookie.” Daeun hiccups between soft cries, “You promised that you will never try to hurt me.”
As a bystander, the air was suffocating. You felt like a fish out of water, interrupting their moment. Catching a glance from Jungkook, it doesn’t take long for you to understand what he was trying to say – he wanted privacy. You force a small smile and soundlessly make your way to the door. Before closing the door behind you, you cast one more glimpse at the couple.
“This is all my fault, Daeun.” A soft smile sits on Jungkook’s lips as gently brushes the loose strands framing her face, “You know that I’d do anything to make you happy.”
Just like how I’d do the same for you.
#r.heroine#jungkook angst#jungkook scenario#jungkook scenarios#btswriters#bts scenarios#bts scenario#bts college au#jungkook college au#bts#bangtan#bangtan scenarios#bts angst#i feel sad#im sorry girl#y/n is going to go through alot of heartbreak#kookie u asshole
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Reverse Heroine | II
parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?
a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x
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summary: because platonic love is underrated
genre: college au, fluff/angst idk?
word count: 5.1k
a/n: I probably fluctuated too much with the comedy and angst on this but because i wrote on different days it just really goes by my mood. i also probably should stop thinking that I’m being really funny because i’m laughing at my own jokes like its so sad somebody halp me.
shoutout to the cutest baby that i need to protect from Jungkook the rude hip thrusting brat: @mintmintyoongi you’re so cute and sweet omg my grandma heart is alive and well when i think of you
let me know what you guys think of the new chapter!
After the interruption from the well-loved couple, the party resumed to its previous state. Smashed students downing on drinks and- wait, is that Kim Taehyung doing a keg stand right now? You shake your head in amusement; that boy never fails to go all out during parties. You’ve already walked around the frat house twice in search for Jungkook, seeing way too much going on for your liking, but the boy was still nowhere to be found. Popping a couple of beers yourself, your bladder was now urgently sending a signal – yep, it was definitely an emergency. You run to the closest bathroom, hand on the knob to find girl on the counter and your favourite fratboy standing between her legs, lips locked like they were about to devour each other.
The caramel locks are recognizable at first sight, which are currently entangled in Jungkook’s hand like a wild animal. The sophomore has taken it too far this time, messing around with someone like her. With anger bubbling in your stomach, you pull on Jungkook’s t-shirt, separating the bodies apart. With some space between the two, you realize that the girl was indeed Park Sora – daughter of President Park of the director’s board. She looks embarrassed and flustered in being caught in action, immediately closing her legs together in hopes of saving her prim and proper image.
“You’re coming with me, Jeon.” A hiss comes out of your mouth and Jungkook makes no attempt to resist, he was smart enough to know not to mess with you when you were fuming.
Dragging the drunken body outside, you muster all your strength and throw Jungkook onto the ground. He groans in pain at the contact and your heartstrings tug for a second before returning to your iron expression once again.
“It’s only grass, Jeon. You’ve been slammed countless of times like this in football, stop pretending like it actually hurts.” You roll your eyes as you wait for the boy to get up on his feet. The fresh and brisk air outside seems to have Jungkook sobered up a bit, who tries to push through you to get into the house again.
“Leave me alone, loser.” He mutters, alcohol stenching his breath. “I have to get back to Sora.”
You pull him back to stand in front of you, hands tugging on the collar of his shirt. “I’m saving your ass, you idiot! If President Park finds out about you messing with his precious little daughter, you can kiss your sports scholarship goodbye!”
Your hands release Jungkook when he seems to finally realize the situation that he got himself in, no longer demanding to get back inside. He sucks in a breath of cold air as he kicks the grass on the lawn, obviously aware of the consequences of his actions but still pissed off that you called him out like that.
“Kook, I thought you were better than this.” You groan, pulling your messy locks back from falling forwards. “You-you know that you shouldn’t mess with girls like that. She’s going to take everything for serious! And I can’t let you hurt her like that”
Everything falls silent. Too tired to keep yelling at your friend, you watch as Jungkook stands before you – head looking down with his bangs covering his eyes. The climax of the party continues in the back of the house, muffled music filling up the dead space between you and Jungkook. The unsettling tension is making you crazy until he finally decides to speak again.
“What if the one that’s hurt is me?” Jungkook looks at you for the first time since the two of you have been outside. His eyes are bloodshot and watery, and his pained expression makes your heart clench in sympathy.
“What?” A soft sound escapes your lips, confused to what Jungkook was saying. “What are you even sayi-”
“I lied. I lied to you, Y/N.” Jungkook whispers. “That night, when you asked me if I ever loved someone before and I told you that I didn’t.” He continues when you pull his hand into yours as support, feeling relieved at the contact. “I was wrong.” Jungkook looks up into the night sky, in attempt to keep his gleaming tears from falling. But it was no use, it was just too easy to be himself – not the infamous bad boy that the campus knew him as – whenever you’re around.
“That feeling you mentioned, I didn’t- I just didn’t know what you were talking about. Until today, when I saw Jimin’s hands around her.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath and shudder, needing a moment to get over his rush of emotions that was overwhelming him. You take this time to bring him to the sidewalk curb, sitting down with him beside you.
“I’m in love, Y/N. With my own fucking best friend.” A series of soft cries escape from Jungkook’s lips, leaning onto your shoulder as support. You didn’t realize that he was crying until you felt his tears staining your skin underneath the t-shirt. You should’ve noticed the signs. It was bound to happen – the way he looks at her, the way he smiles when she does, and the way he suffers when he saw Jimin with his beloved. You should have realized that Jeon Jungkook was in love with Lee Daeun.
Wrapping your arm around the boy, you slowly smooth down his back, trying to give the best form of comfort as you can. It hurts you as well, seeing your friend breakdown in front of you like that. You understood that at times like these, all you really needed was a shoulder to cry on and a person to listen to you.
“I know it’s hard, Kook. Just let it all out.” You whisper, feeling him tighten his embrace around you. Jungkook was drunk for sure, but it was the fact that he was drunk which made him able to express the feelings that he would have never done when sober. A regular bystander would have been confused at the scene of a tall and built boy hunched over a small girl like you for support. But that was the friendship you had with Jungkook, and you wouldn’t settle for anything less.
After a few minutes of silence, Jungkook was finally able to stop his sobbing and waterworks. He finally calms down and looks up at you in a pout.
“You lied too, Y/N.” He frowns like an upset puppy. “You told me that it would be the best feeling ever but I just feel like shit right now.”
Oh, he was definitely drunk. You never thought you would be alive to see the day where Jeon Jungkook is acting cute in front of you but boy, are you impressed at how good of a job he was doing. Letting out a small chuckle, you pinch his little scrunched up nose.
“Come on, you big baby. Let’s get you some rest.”
You swore to yourself that dragging up a drunk Kim Taehyung would be the last of your encounters with drunk frat boys. You were wrong. Dealing with a drunk Jeon Jungkook was a whole new experience. The boy acted like he was 7 again, curious at everything he saw - including that very interesting Alpha Sig flag hung against the wall - as if he hasn’t been seeing it everyday since he entered college.
After a tedious journey up the stairs, you turn right to bring Jungkook into his room. He falls onto his bed like a bowl of cooked spaghetti, making you laugh at the scene before you. It was not the first time you’ve been in his room, Jungkook always invited you over to chill whenever another girl wasn’t keeping him occupied or when Daeun wasn’t spending time with him. You still remember the first time when you met his roommate – “A GIRL ON JUNGKOOK’S BED THAT HE’S NOT FUCKING? Unbelievable.” – Yep, Jung Hoseok was definitely a memorable character. Without Jungkook constantly bothering you to show you his collection of funny memes and dog videos – which you swear, is like a bottomless pit – you could finally settle down to observe the artwork plastered on his walls.
It is easy to forget sometimes that Jeon Jungkook is an Art Major. But honestly, who doesn’t, when all he does is fuck girls in his spare time. Taking in a moment to admire his pieces, you realize that Jungkook doesn’t really like drawing people – most of his canvas illustrate breath-taking sceneries and complex building artwork. You were about to reach for his personal sketchbook – laid on top of his drawer – when a sound interrupts you.
A person behind you clears his throat to capture your attention. It was probably Hoseok though, curious to why Jungkook was in his bed when a party was going on downstairs. You realized that you probably had to make up a story to why Alpha Sig’s favourite sophomore was now partially passed out and hopefully, get some help with the very handful baby ‘Kookie’ – yes, Jungkook’s currently referring to himself in third person. Don’t ask why.
“Hey, Hobi. Jungkook and I were jus-”
The air in your throat gets stuck when you meet eyes with him, the one that you’d been low-key avoiding since you’ve befriended Jungkook. And it wasn’t Jung Hoseok standing at the doorway.
“So, you and Jeon, huh?” A familiar low voice speaks in the dark, as President of Alpha Sig – Kim Namjoon – walks into the room. “I never would’ve guessed.”
Great, it was your turn to be all emotional and overwhelmed. But you really shouldn’t. It’s already been like – what, three years? – since your last encounter with him. You were going to approach Namjoon with confidence, you’ve decided, you were no longer the shy teenage girl that asked him for help in Mathematics.
“Hey Joon, it’s been a long time.” You break into a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t see past your mask. “Great party, I must say.”
If you had only one word to describe Namjoon right now, it would be that he actually looks displeased at your lack of hostility towards him. It made sense though. Girls were either screaming at him in anger, sobbing uncontrollably over their heartbreak, or smiling like a vixen trying to get his attention. After all, it just wasn’t easy being the President of the biggest fraternity at school.
Namjoon takes a step closer to you, his lips between his fingers and looking a bit nervous. “I didn’t know that you came to our parties, Peanut.” You can’t help but quiver at the nickname that he had given you back in high school, it had been so long since you’ve heard that word again.
“Peanut, for your short size.” The dimples on Namjoon’s cheeks deepen as he grins, obviously very proud of the nickname he had come up with.
“I’m not short, Joon. You’re just a giant.” You mutter as you feign irritation, eyes not leaving the page in the textbook. But who were you kidding, how could you be focused when Kim Namjoon – the senior that you had been crushing on for 4 years – is now sitting in front of you, teaching you calculus.
“Fine by me.” He laughs. “That makes me even better at protecting my little peanut then.” Namjoon’s deep voice echoed in the library, earning an angry ‘shh’ from the librarian, and making you giggle.
Hiding the smile that was tugging at your lips, you raise your head to return the older boy’s gaze. “Perhaps you should protect yourself from Mrs. Oh’s flaming fury first.” Your eyes twinkle with playfulness, and the both of you burst into a small fit of laughter.
In your eyes, nobody shined brighter than Kim Namjoon. You had invested all your feelings and time towards the older boy, and although neither of you openly expressed your affection towards each other, you just knew that Namjoon felt the same way you did. And when he announced that he was heading to Seoul for university, it broke your heart and you went home crying for 5 hours – straight.
“You’ll come join me, right?” Everyone had already gone home after school, with only several student council members left to complete some unfinished work. You and Namjoon stood outside the school building, on a break before joining the rest of the members. “It would be really nice if we went to the same university, you know.” The tender smile on his lips make you blush, although your heart still clenched at the fact that he was leaving you.
“Yeah.” You mumble, looking away as you lean against the metal rail in attempt to hide your sadness. And in a split second, Namjoon closes the distance between the two of you until you could feel his body up against your own. It was the closest that you had ever been with the boy.
“Say it like you mean it.” A low whisper erupts from Namjoon’s throat. “I won’t take no for an answer.” His fingers wrap around your face to bring you closer, and his grip loosens when you finally meet his gaze.
“I’ll be there. So please wait for me, Joon.” You breathe and smile, faces still close to each other as you take a moment to appreciate the warmth that was being emitted from him.
In your final year of high school, you studied harder than you ever had in your life, with dreams of joining Namjoon at one of the top universities in Korea. There was no time to play and spend time with your friends, dedicating all your efforts to make it to your dream school. All your classmates and friends were surprised at how determined you were, unknown to the implicit vow between you and Kim Namjoon. It was difficult to understand how you had the faith to keep going, despite the fact that you had stopped contacting Namjoon after his graduation. And even when you received your much anticipated acceptance letter, you kept it as a secret, hoping to surprise him when September comes.
But perhaps he couldn’t wait long enough.
“You should’ve told me, I would’ve kept you company.” Namjoon smiles, acting as if there wasn’t any awkwardness sitting in the background. “What kind of a host would I be if I didn-” You raise your hand to stop him, not interested in continuing this small talk.
“Look Joon, I don’t know what you’re trying to do here and I’m not interested in playing your little games. Honestly, what do you even want fro-”
“I missed hearing that.”
“What.”
“I missed being called Joon.”
You can’t help but scoff. “Well,” The music from below suddenly dulls down, as if your ears automatically block the sound out. “you’ve lost your chance already.” There was not a hint of wavering in your words, it was full of confidence and determination – and Namjoon didn’t like that one bit.
The rooms still into an awkward silence, until Namjoon’s voice erupts in sudden anger. “Why-“ His voice cracks, his tone higher than usual. “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT EVEN MAD AT ME?” He shouts as the surge of frustration pent throughout the years rise in his veins. “Can’t you just do something- something. Yell at me, scream at me! Fucking hit me for goodness sake- because I’m sure as hell know I deserve it!”
You respond to Namjoon’s emotional outburst with a poker face, waiting for him to calm down before replying. “I can’t hold you against on some unspoken promise that we made as kids, Joon. It was child’s play for good-“
“So that’s all it was to you? A little joke that we made as teenagers? God Y/N- did you even care about me before?” His body was now so threateningly close to you, and if you just lifted your arm to reach for him, you would be able to touch that face that you had missed so dearly, but you can’t – you were no longer the naïve high school girl that believed in the lies that he fed you with. “Your passive attitude really pisses the fuck out of me sometimes, you know.”
And then it hits you, all the heartbreak and sadness from 3 years ago comes running back like a truck slamming against your side. You were just so sick of being misunderstood, pretending like you didn’t give a shit just to mask the constant ache that you were suffering from. “I’d been in love with you for 3 years before you even knew that I’d existed! And now you’re accusing me of never loving you back? God, Kim Namjoon, you’re just- you’re so dense sometimes, you know?” You pause to catch your breath before angrily running your fingers through your hair.
“Well, you obviously don’t show it enou-”
“Do you honestly not know why?” A cold laugh escapes your lips. “How could I? How am I supposed to forget the fact that you left me alone at my first party in college, only to find another girl’s mouth wrapped around your dick?”
“Peanut, I-”
“And you know what’s the most pathetic part? It must be the goddamn muscle memory because my heart still clenches in pain whenever I see you!” You explode, screaming as your tears stream uncontrollably down your cheeks. “It’s like a fucking constant reminder of how much I loved you before. And it hurts – a lot.”
Namjoon looks stunned at your outburst, hands reaching to wipe your tears away, but you slap it away from you – not wanting him to touch you at all. “You said you would protect me, but the only thing that I needed protecting from is you.” Your voice was as quiet as a whisper now, suddenly feeling drained from releasing your emotions.
Seeing you like this, all he wanted to do was to pull you into an embrace and hug you really, really tightly, as if he could squeeze out all the tears so that you wouldn’t be sad anymore. But like you said, he knew he had already lost his chance – so he maintains his distance before speaking again. “I was young, reckless, and really fucking stupid, okay? I know I messed up, and I wish that words could express how sorry I am but-” Namjoon croaks, unable to finish his sentence. “God, you’re making a mistake with Jeon here.”
“We’re just friends.” You murmur. “Just leave us alone, Joon. I’m too tired to talk anymore.”
The Alpha Sig President gives you one more look in the eye, knowing that it was useless to try to convince you right now – not when you were unwilling to talk to him.
“I’ll go, Peanut.” He mumbles, “But don’t think that I’m going to give up on you like that. I messed up once, I’m not going to do it twice.” Namjoon smiles softly with determination, then turns around and exits the room.
God, you were such a mess right now. You swore that you would never let Kim Namjoon emotionally wreck you like that – but here you are again. You could feel your makeup running down your face and body sticky with all that spilled vodka and perspiration, needing a shower. Grabbing a clean towel from Jungkook’s drawer, you enter his shared bathroom with Hoseok, ready to clean yourself up. As the bedroom dims when you shut the bathroom door behind you, Jungkook lies on his bed – eyes opening and facing the ceiling.
Showers are magical, and you thank the Ancient Greeks for this wonderful invention. Feeling refreshed and clean, you walk out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your wet hair. However, it still slightly bothered you that you were wearing your dirty and alcohol stenched clothes, but there wasn’t much you could do about it though.
“Mmmpfh…” Jungkook groans, face rubbing against his pillow when the light from the bathroom stirs him in his sleep. You walk over to sit on the edge of the bed, smoothing out his bed head through your fingers.
“Hey Kook, you feeling better now?” You chuckle at his squished cheek, making his lips perch like a rubber duck. “I used your shower by the way, I hope that’s okay with you.” Jungkook lets out a muffled ‘Mmmm’ as a response, probably still semi-conscious for trying to rupture his kidney.
“I’m going to head home now, the party’s probably ending soon. I’ll go let Hoseok know and-”
“No. Stay.” Jungkook’s arm suddenly wraps around your waist, whining like a baby.
Yeah. He’s definitely still drunk.
“I can’t. You know I can’t fall asleep in dirty clothes.” You laugh, trying to untangle his tight hold around you. But you underestimated him, a drunk Jeon was still a strong Jeon.
“Just take something from my closet, or something…” Jungkook’s voice ends up being a mumble and you were sure that he wasn’t going to let go unless you were here to stay.
“Fine, fine. I’ll stay.” You reassure him, which oddly reminds you of how a mother talks to her child. “Just let me go get changed first.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Jungkook cautiously releases his arm, eyes following your figure as he watches you walk to the closet – feeling relieved that it wasn’t the door instead. The boy looks away to give you some privacy when you start removing your jacket, before grabbing something from his wardrobe.
After changing, you slip into the covers beside Jungkook, feeling warm at the body heat that he was emitting. With the comforter softly wrapping around your body, you were surrounded by Jungkook’s smell. Honestly, you had expected it to be a combination of wet dog and freshly mowed grass – not that you had imagined what his sheets would smell like before – but instead, it was a mixture of washed cotton sheets with a hint of sea breeze. And you definitely didn’t hate it. It wasn’t in your nature to just sleep with a boy like this, making you wonder if you were stepping outside the boundaries with Jungkook. But then again, you trusted him. Jungkook would do nothing to hurt you, just like how you would make sure that nothing could harm him.
Your worrying thoughts eventually carry you past the stage of consciousness, falling into deep slumber and mind wandering to dreamland.
You would imagine waking up to a boy to be something like – opening your eyes to find his chest right in front you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his gentle, even breaths on the top of your head. You also guessed that if Jeon Jungkook had the experience of sleeping with so many girls, he would have at least decent sleeping etiquette. But boy, were you wrong.
Instead, you find yourself on the carpet floor, shivering cold without a single blanket around. Jungkook’s head slowly appears in your vision, peering at you from above with eyes still half closed.
“Why the fuck are you down there, loser?” He mumbles incoherently, obviously still dazed from his sleep.
You take a deep breath. “Don’t get angry…don’t get angry.” Shutting your eyes, you talk to yourself to calm this raging fireball that was threatening to explode. “He’s going through a bad heartbreak right, be nice…be kind…be considera-”
“Stop talking to yourself like that, you’re being weird – why am I even friends with you?”
That’s it.
Grabbing the pillow on the bed, you quickly raise to your feet and slam it against his face. Jungkook’s face falls flat onto his mattress like a ragdoll, before a loud groan escapes from his throat. The boy would never lose any opportunity to be dramatic – you’ve realized. Finally, after a long moment of ‘recovery’ – even though it’s a pillow for goodness’ sake – Jungkook turns his head to glare at you in a very threatening way – he thinks.
“What was that for!” He whines, hands still clutching his cheek where you had hit him.
“Punishment for kicking me off the bed, you brat.” You mutter angrily. “And being an asshole this early in the morning – I didn’t get my coffee to deal with you yet.”
Jungkook frowns at your rough attitude, obviously missing the gentleness you had talked to him with last night. “I don’t care, it still hurts.”
“Dude, it’s practically feathers and-“
“I don’t care. Make me breakfast as compensation.” He grumpily crosses his arms – but quickly stands up when he sees you walking away from him. “Wait– where are you going?”
Turning your head, you peek to smile devilishy at Jungkook.
“Kookie, you should’ve just told me that you wanted to try my cooking.”
And Jungkook’s cheeks redden furiously.
When Jungkook requested that you make breakfast for him, you didn’t know that he was going to be following you wherever you went. He was constantly asking whether you needed help doing this, doing that – desperate to take part in this ‘fun activity’, he quotes. But honestly, getting Jungkook to stay away from the scorching stove and sharp knives would be the biggest help he can bring. So instead, you handed him small tasks to keep him occupied, like washing the rice and potatoes for the stew.
“Why do we need this many potatoes for 2 people anyways? I’m a big eater but I can’t eat that much.” He groans, but still diligently scrubbing the root vegetables with a brush.
“Jungkook, I’m not going to breakfast for only two people when there’s a whole pack of hungry wolves- I mean boys in this house.” You chuckle lightly at your own joke – god, you crack yourself up sometimes.
“Uh – yes, you can.” He states matter of a factly. “We can just let them starve!” You feel his grin at the back of your head, amused at the idea of making his brothers suffer in hunger.
“That would be mean, you little shit.” The kitchen starts to fill with the smell of pork bone, simmering in low boiling heat. “And you know, I’m just too nice of a person to do that.” Jungkook groans and mutters something unintelligible, the running water blocking out his sounds. “Why are you so grumpy anyway? Last time I checked, you’re too old to get cranky after waking up.”
The sound of the water running stops behind you, feeling Jungkook’s presence right beside. He seems unwilling to move away unless you give him your full, undivided attention. You mouth ‘what’ at the boy and he is still carrying that frown on his face.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” He squints his eyes narrowly at you. “You had only one job, Y/N.” Jungkook’s hand is now holding yours, stopping you from stirring the stew. He was really keen on making you stop multi-tasking, huh? “And you decided to mess that up by wearing Hobi hyung’s clothes instead of mine!”
You let out a loud and very unattractive snort, amused to what was keeping the boy so bothered all morning. “You guys share the same closet, how am I supposed to know?” You shrug apathetically, stifling the smirk on your lips from upsetting Jungkook even more.
“Mine is obviously the side with the better clothes, duh.” Jungkook replies. “And what kind of girl wears this when she’s stealing from a guy’s wardrobe.” He points to your fuzzy green sweater and loose sweatpants that was mopping dust everywhere you went.
You slap his hand away, before resuming on stirring your stew. “Hey! Don’t make fun of Hobi’s sense of style like that. It just so happens to be that I love this look, okay?”
Jungkook groans, leaving you alone to go back to his dirty and neglected potatoes. “God, do you know how many girls nag me to wear my t-shirts? That’s what normal girls do, okay? They steal a loose tee that shows off their legs, with goals of igniting a man’s protectiveness ov-”
“AGHHHHHH!” A loud, animal-like screech come out from the sofa in the living room. You and Jungkook turn heads to the source of the sound, finding Hoseok running over to you like a wild horse. He puts his hands on your shoulders, leaning in a bit too close for your liking.
“Y/N!” He gasps, still catching his breath for waking up too abruptly. “Did – did something…happen between us last night?” Hoseok’s eyes are widened to an abnormal size, strangely reminding you of an owl.
“Hobi, you slept on the sofa whole night.” You snort again, but still trying to sound convincing that nothing weird happened between the two of you. And Hoseok’s panicked expression finally dissipate at your words.
“Oh...Oh right.” He slows down, finally giving you a space to breathe. “But why are you wearing my clothes?” He asks, confused to how his favorite green sweater was on you. Your index finger immediately points to the boy beside you without a moment of hesitation.
“Jungkook told me that his clothes were too precious and told me to wear yours because they were ugly.” You innocently blinked at Hoseok, feeling Jungkook’s widen eyes evolve into a glare burning a hole at the side of your face.
There was a brief pause before Jung Hoseok let out his most ear-destroying cry yet.
As expected, food was the true love of all living males. The aroma of your freshly made breakfast attracted the whole house to the kitchen, wanting to get a taste of food that made their mouths salivate. It was rare that homemade food existed in the house, let alone a piping hot breakfast that was perfect for post-party hangover. Even Min Yoongi, a non-believer of mornings, decided to join the rest of the boys for the meal.
Jungkook was cautiously sitting away from Hoseok, who you’ve always thought to possess a deadly uppercut– and proved your point today. The younger boy chewed his rice angrily beside you, still unpleased with your little joke from before. You cheerfully pick a huge piece of meat from the table, putting into Jungkook’s bowl as a peace offering.
“Don’t think that I’ve forgiven you yet.” He mumbles, but takes a bite of the meat without hesitation.
Breakfast had successfully brought all of Alpha Sig – Kim Namjoon included – together for a nice bonding time with overlapping conversation so loud that nobody had even noticed the sound of the front door opening. Kim Taehyung was just grabbing the last piece of rolled omelette when a female voice catches the attention of the whole table.
“Wow, it really smells amazing in here! Is there some left for me?” Lee Daeun walks into the dining room – her long, straight hair swaying behind her as she makes way to sit with Jimin.
You don’t fail to notice how Jungkook freezes at the sight of his best friend – the one that he’s so deeply in love with.
#r.heroine#just some happy parts#before the angst comes#wowowow#get ready for part 3 kiddos#i love ruining myself like this#i need to study#fml#jungkook scenarios#jungkook angst#bts college au#jungkook scenario#btswriters#jungkook#bts#bangtan#fanfic#bts fanfic#bangtan scenarios#bts scenarios#bts angst
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Reverse Heroine | I
parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?
fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader
summary: because platonic love is underrated
genre: college au, fluff/angst idk?
word count: 2.9k
a/n: i’m so sick of the fics where oc’s are always leading on the boys. so let’s put a change in perspective for once.
Office hours are open for students who has any concerns or questions for the professor. For Jeon Jungkook, however, it was a completely different definition.
It was frustrating how your TA had given you a 70 on the recent paper that was assigned. You followed every criteria that was on the rubric, and took extra time to find extra sources to support your argument. It was obvious that your TA didn’t really like you due to your passive attitude during tutorials, but you attended every class and completed all the assignments on time. And for goodness sake, participation wasn’t even mandatory! After your brief and futile argument with your TA, you decided to go talk to your professor about the situation. Ms. Choi was one of your favorite professors of all time, she was fun and fairly young – for a professor that is, and her lectures were never really boring.
The door was closed when you arrived at her office, with muffled noises coming from behind. You knocked twice quietly, hoping to get her attention. However, things took a different turn when the door creaked open and you saw Ms. Choi spread across her desk with Jeon Jungkook thrusting into her from the back. The muffled noises became apparent as the quiet moans Ms. Choi was trying to hold back and the heavy pants that Jeon Jungkook was making. The two of them looked up at you, standing near the doorway with eyes that looked like they were about to jump out of their sockets.
A normal person would have been flustered at walking in on their professor fucking one of the biggest campus fuckboys, running out of the room immediately. But then again, you never really considered yourself normal.
“Shit, I thought you said you locked the door!”
“Uh…” You zone out, watching the very entertaining scene unravel before your eyes, “I’ll come back another time, Professor.” The amused grin was threatening to spill on your lips, but you took all your years of mastering indifference to excuse yourself and quietly close the door behind you.
As you walked away, there was only one idea that popped in your head.
“There’s no way that I won’t be getting that A now.”
The next day, you find a tall and familiar figure standing in front of the lecture hall, waiting for someone. You can’t help but observe the shapes of his biceps, even under that loose white tee of his. Jeon Jungkook turns around and immediately catches your eyes, not hesitating to briskly walk – more like zipped, in your perception of speed – towards you.
“Y/N, right?” He asks, eyes widened that’s showing a hint of nervousness but he quickly looks away to look at you again with confidence.
“Yes, that is I.” You reply, arms crossed. “What’s up, Jeon?” He looks a little surprised at how you knew his name although the two of you haven’t talked before. But then again, who on campus didn’t hear of Jeon Jungkook and his infamous little stories.
“Okay, so I’m just going to get straight to the point here.” Jungkook takes a deep breath, “What you saw between me and Lisa- I mean Prof. Choi, I hope you won’t go around tellin-”
“Contrary to the majority’s interest, I don’t really care about your personal life.” You interrupt Jungkook, wanting this conversation to not get longer than necessary. “I already talked to Professor Choi about it and I told her that I won’t say a word about what I saw. Besides, Jungkook, who you have sex with is nobody’s business but yours, who am I to comment on it?”
Jungkook looks a little stunned, as if he didn’t expect your nonchalant response to the whole issue. It wasn’t the first time that somebody walked into Jungkook getting it on with someone he’s not supposed to, like the time with Jessica - the girlfriend of the football team captain and President of Alpha Sigma Phi, Kim Namjoon. The little brunette that caught them was the best friend of Jessica, and she literally begged Jungkook for a quickie in exchange for keeping their secret. But the rumors soon erupted around campus and everyone started talking about it. It was not hard to guess that the two girls ended their friendship immediately, and Namjoon dumped Jessica’s sorry ass upon hearing the news.
“Look babe,” Jungkook regains composure and catches your waist when he finds you walking away from him, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. But I’m just saying, I don’t mind establishing a little agreement between the two of us, you know, to repay you as thanks. Doesn’t that image of me and Prof make you all hot and bothered?” He leans closer into your ear, whispering, “Don’t hesitate to come ask me for some help.” Hot breath panting against your neck.
You almost laugh out loud at the suggestion that he was implying, but it was in your best interest to not attract more attention. Swallowing the fire that was burning inside your throat, you look up and smile to meet eyes with Jungkook, who seems to believe that you had fallen for his charms.
“I’m curious, Kookie. Your relationships with all these girls-”
“Women.” He corrects.
You roll your eyes. “-women, is it true love or just purely unsatisfied sexual desires?”
Jungkook scoffs as he looks away, a smug smile on his lips. “Babe, it’s normal for two hot people to feel attraction and fuck, alright? All the girls I’ve slept with, its consensual. Everyone knows what they are getting into. And come on, look at me. Who would reject this hot b-”
“Wait, if it’s not love. Then why would anyone touch that little carrot stick of yours?” You let out a mocking gasp, feigning shock. Jungkook’s pupils waver as a flush of pink stains his cheeks, feeling embarrassed at your rejection. He opens his mouth to retort before you interrupt him again, unwrapping his arm around your waist and walking away.
“Best way to repay me is to keep that dick of yours away from me!” You yell out, dismissively waving at the boy behind you. Before entering into your class, you hear the rupture of snickers and laughter from the crowd outside, drowning Jungkook in humiliation.
The week ends without any more disruptions from the school’s star athlete. Although sometimes in your shared anthropology class, you would find Jungkook frowning at your direction, obviously still unamused at your little joke.
And of course, the week would never end without a party hosted by one of the school’s fraternities. You weren’t that much of a party person, but you promised your best friend that you would go, as it was her boyfriend’s fraternity that was hosting it.
Walking into the frat house with Yoojung hooked around your arm, the two of you were immediately greeted by Jackson. He invites you and Yoojung to meet the rest of his brothers in the fraternity, but you let them know that you’ll join them later, wanting to get a drink for yourself first.
Bodies of tipsy university students were mingling in the center, with upbeat music blaring through the speakers. You recognize some familiar faces around before a very drunk Kim Taehyung - another Alpha Sig fratboy, you reckon - enters your vision as he dances wildly in the middle of the living room. You laugh amusedly at his drunk form swaying his limbs messily, whacking into anyone who was near him. Your source of entertainment was short-lived when a familiar figure steps into the center to stop Taehyung making a fool out of himself, pulling him away from the crowd. You watch as the crowd makes room for the two popular fratboys make their way out. With Taehyung’s arm dangling around his shoulders, Jungkook comes to a halt when he finds you standing in front of him. It was obvious that Jungkook was struggling on balancing his drunk hyung, who was still desperate trying to get on his jam.
“Need any help?” You smile at the boy.
Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, trying to step around you but almost falls to the side due to the fact that Taehyung was now purposely making things difficult for the younger boy.
“Let me go, you Coconut Head!” A whiney pitch escapes from Taehyung’s lips, groaning and squirming to get out of Jungkook’s hold.
“It doesn’t hurt to accept help when you need it, you know.” You offer again, before Jungkook grumpily mumbles okay and you take Taehyung’s other arm. Trekking up the stairs was probably enough to count as your workout for an entire week, along with your dying ears as Kim Taehyung drunkenly sings to ‘Let It Go’ right beside you.
You and Jungkook open the first available bedroom door, thanking the lords that it was empty despite the first try.
“Hyung, stop resisting.” You hear Jungkook quietly groan, before the two of you dropped Taehyung on the bed. A moment of silence passes by and the awkwardness was too much to take. Turning around, you reach for the door knob but halts when Jungkook finally speaks to you.
“Thanks, Y/N.” Jungkook mumbles, turning to your side and a hint of a smile appears on his lips.
“Well, I mean all I did was help you bring a friend up the stairs-“
“No, I mean for not saying a word about what you saw.”
“Damn, Jeon. Didn’t know you had a conscience.” You tease, earning a dirty look for the said boy, but then he can’t help but let out a light laugh at your joke.
“Look, I actually really appreciate you not telling anyone about what happened between me and Professo-“
“You mean, Lisa.” You smile playfully and Jungkook squints his eyes at you at your constant teasing. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” He waits for you to finish your burst of giggles before continuing.
“It was pretty fucked up of me, I admit. I could’ve ruined her career right there.“ Jungkook sighs as he runs his hand through his hair, disappointed at himself. “And I had the idiocy to disrespect you right after.”
You walk back to the bed, and sat beside Jungkook, slinging your elbow on his shoulders. Sure, you were annoyed when Jungkook made that ridiculous suggestion and categorized you as someone that would blackmail him. But it was obvious that he reflected upon his own actions and sincerely apologized to you. There was no reason for you to hold grudges against Jungkook.
“Well truthfully, yeah, it was pretty disturbing to see your professor banging a classmate. But, Ms. Choi is a grown-ass woman, okay? She had all the power to say no if she really wanted to reject you. She made her own choice, not you. So please, Jeon. Stop looking at me with those big doe eyes of yours like I killed your pet Iguana.”
“I- I don’t have a pet Iguana though?”
You turn your head to shrug at the boy and smiled at him. Jungkook stares into your eyes, as if he was trying to read what you were really thinking, but he saw nothing. You didn’t carry a façade, you were just stating what you believed in.
“Wow, um, thanks.” Jungkook’s lips slowly curl into a shy smile. “I didn’t expect that…at all.”
You lean back on the bed, arms supporting you. Something at the back squeaks – probably Taehyung – but you and Jungkook were too occupied to care about blubbering nothings that was Kim Taehyung was mumbling about. “Don’t get me wrong though, it’s not like I agree with your…way of lifestyle. But its your life, and I don’t have to right to tell you how to live it.”
“Yeah, Namjoon Hyung always tells me to live my life th-wait what’s wrong with how I live?” Jungkook suddenly straightens his back, catching you off guard at the sudden shift on the bed.
The base of your throat feels stuffy, feeling a bit nervous on how to tell a fuckboy about your conservative opinions. Clearing your throat twice, you open your mouth to speak. “Well, I get it. You’re an young, attractive male-”
“So you think I’m attractive.” Jungkook smirks, and you roll your eyes.
“-with an ego that’s too big for his little carrot stick.” Jungkook opens his mouth to retort but you raise your finger to silence him. “It’s basic human needs to have sex, I guess. But I just kind of feel bad that you don’t…love these girls.” Your eyebrows naturally furrow into a small frown, a bit conflicted on how to phrase your words. “You know what I’m saying?”
“Uh…nope.” Jungkook replies without hesistation. “Why do you feel sorry for me? I’m not the one that gets hurt in these relationships. Casual fucks, that’s all.”
You finally tear your eyes away from the gray wallpaper and fully turn your body to Jungkook’s direction. “Because, Jeon. The feeling you get when you love someone, is the best kind to exist.” The smile on your face was so loving and full of happiness that it could make a blind man blush; much less, Jungkook, who was staring right in front you.
You watch his glassy eyes search for any piece of memory that made his heart so full like it was going to burst. Jungkook was only able to return with a blank look on his face, and a subtle shake of his head.
“God, Jungkook. Have you ever been in love before?”
After that night of closure, you found Jungkook to be everywhere around you. He invited you to all the parties he attended. It didn’t mean that the infamous playboy changed his ways though, no. Many nights of the parties, you would often find Jungkook pressing a girl against the wall or staggering out of the bedroom, clothes and hair disheveled. Eventually, you found a way to spent most of your nights lounging on the sofa and teasing the younger boy with his friends, Jimin and Yoongi. Well, Yoongi was really just sitting there and zoning out, throwing an occasional chuckle at the jokes that you and JImin made.
It was one night when a party was held at his own fraternity, Alpha Sigma Phi, that you noticed some changes in Jeon Jungkook. Like usual, you sat on the couch with Yoongi, talking about casual stuff relating to his recent work on music.
“You know, I’m kind of glad that Jungkook has a friend like you by his side.” Yoongi calmly says, taking a sip of his beer. “I mean, none of us can stop him from dickin’ around but you’re like that conscience he has buried deep inside of him when things get too far.” Yoongi takes your silence as a sign to continue what he’s saying. “Besides, you’re one of the few girls that can actually carry a conversation with us without trying something. And…I kind of like that.”
Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but Yoongi’s words make blood rush to your cheeks. Among all of Jungkook’s friends, you felt most nervous around Yoongi, but you also liked his company the most. Yoongi’s calmness and passionate for his work made you admire the man. And although he doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it makes your heart palpitate and warm.
“God Yoongi, you’re making me sound like I’m a saint.” You laugh quietly, “You’re kind of forgetting that Daeun is his best friend, not me right?” You turn to Yoongi’s direction to wait for his laugh but his face suddenly turns cold and detached.
It was true though. In the conversations with Jungkook, he would always mention Daeun, his best friend from high school back in Busan. It was later that you realized that he was talking about Daeun, the school’s famous soprano singer and considered one of the most admired girls on campus. However, it appears that Yoongi thinks otherwise.
“Let’s not talk about Daeun, she makes my mood go down.” Yoongi angrily mutters, not hiding any despise he had for the girl. “Anyways, where the hell is Park Jimin?”
As if Jimin was on standby, he suddenly appears at the doorway of the frat house, capturing all the attention of the party. You realized that everyone was not just focused on the presence of Jimin – who was also pretty captivating, in his defense – but the hand he had wrapped around, his plus one. Park Jimin and Lee Daeun stood at the center of the party like the perfect couple they are, announcing their new relationship to the crowd.
Cheers were erupted amongst the boys, nudging Jimin with endless congratulations. It was not a surprise to you though. Jimin, though a member of Alpha Sigma Phi, had a perfect GPA and an amazing personality to top. He didn’t fool around with other girls like the rest of the Alpha Sig guys, and was easily deemed as the campus prince by many girls.
“Fuckin’ great.” Yoongi mutters under his breath, “As if she hasn’t ruined us enough.”
You turn to Yoongi who was too absorbed in his frustration to give you any answers about what he meant. Scanning across the room, you immediately find Jungkook standing at the corner of the room and drinking his vodka. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking again, but if looks could kill, then Jeon Jungkook was extremely lethal right now.
#bts scenarios#jungkook scenarios#jungkook angst#bts college au#r.heroine#jungkook scenario#btswriters#jungkook#bts#bangtan#bangtan scenarios#yoongi#jimin#rap monster#suga#inks#didn't proofread oops
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so i lied. i’m trying to finish reverse heroine and theres like definitely going to be more than 2 parts? im just so into the concept of oc reversal that i kind of wanna do a story, new characters of course, for like all the members? UGH idk what do you guys think?
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if you're revamping the story, does this mean you'll be rewriting some parts already uploaded??? but i'm super glad to see that you have a clear direction!! [not saying that you didn't, but like... i feel that struggle when i write my essays u_u] i'd be keen to see how you'd sway from my current stance of team namjoon, though!!!
hello anon! seems like my previous ask has made you a little confused QAQ
the story that i will be revamping is actually my other one, called scattered fragments!
whereas for r.heroine, i was struggling with finding the direction of the story (planning the ending, character development etc.) but i’m kind of outta my slump now so i’m pumped to have a full writing session for tmr!! or something
altho i do agree, team namjoon is a hard ship to sink…
or prevail…
who really knows…hehe…
#im actually so excited to write it?#i WISH THE WORDS WOULD JUST MAGICALLY APPEAR BUT I GOTTA BE THE ONE#full honesty tho#ever since i've started the series#ive been so weak for joon cause i start to notice all his SOFT AND ADORABLE MOMENTS OMG#protectourleader2k18
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Hello, Ollie(?) I'm a new reader, I just finished reading the Reverse Heroine and I just want to say this is by far my most favorite main character ever. I love how you crafted her character! I love this story overall. Thank you for sharing with us this amazing fic, I wish you a happy week and abundAnt life. :**
#THANK YOU ANON#i love it when i get compliments about oc#because asdfjkl#a major reason why i wrote r.heroine was because i couldn't stand some oc in other fics i read#i support the entire embrace your imperfections and all but it doesnt give you an excuse to be a bitch
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