A jungkook scenario in which he is your best friend, and you have to bail him out of dangerous situations constantly, even if it means putting your feelings aside.
Genre: Fluff and angst
The next week passed in a blur. Monday turned into Tuesday, Tuesday into Wednesday, and before you knew it, it was Thursday. You still hadn’t spoke to jungkook, nor had you paid him any mind as you saw him on campus. Why should you care? A break is a break right? That’s what you had to tell yourself at least. Every time you passed him in the hall, heard girls whispering his name, or had a class with him, you felt a tug at your conscience. You felt the need to talk to him, to ask how he is or see if he was staying healthy. But every time you did, the thought of yelling at him that night replayed in your head like a broken record. It taunted you in the day, and crept into your dreams at night. You weren’t going to let your conscious get the better of you though, not this time.You needed to finally stand up for yourself, and what better time than the present.
The end of the school day came sooner than you had hoped. That meant your hardest final was fast approaching, and of course it was your worst subject: history. Everyone had left school for the day, but here you were, heading to the library to bury your nose in stories from the past. You internally groaned at the thought of it. Reading was a hobby of yours, but when it came to history, you couldn’t absorb the words on the page. You have tried taking notes and making flash cards in the past, but your efforts were futile.
"Welcome back __________“ the librarian greeted as you entered your home for the next few hours.
She was used to your presence here, especially when finals rolled around. You waved back in response before heading to your favorite table by the window. It was hidden behind the shelves of math related texts, so it was never occupied. It sat next to a window that overlooked the school courtyard. It was a peaceful place for you during this week of stress. However, nothing was peaceful about the history book laying in front of you. It was menacing as it called your name, practically laughing at your inability to memorize the words.
"Stupid book” you muttered to yourself.
You opened to the first page and stared blankly at the words. It was almost as if they were in a foreign language.
"Arrrgghhh" you grumbled, running your hands through your hair with frustration. It hadn’t been 6 minutes and your were already over studying.
"Not a fan of history, are we?“ Asked a voice as smooth as silk. You looked up and saw none other than Oh Sehun standing in front of you. He was glorious really, the way he stood with his broad shoulders and perfect hair. It was a wonder you weren’t attracted to him like all the other girls at your school.
"I hate history so much. I can read the page 100 times and only remember the first sentence of the text. It’s so fustrating.” You replied, slamming your head on the desk. A melodious laugh filled your ears at your antics. You looked through your lashes and saw him laughing at you. His smile was beautiful. If you didn’t know any better, you would say it was almost charming.
"How about I help you cram in the rest of the material for tomorrow? I am a history whiz afterall" he spoke, pulling out the chair across from you. You couldn’t deny what he said. He always had the highest mark in history when the test scores came out. But it did seem odd considering he hated jungkook, and you were jungkook’s best friend.
"Why would you want to help me?“ You questioned, curiosity getting the best of you. He leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his golden locks.
Because I like you."
You forgot how to breathe for a moment, but quickly regained your composure before he could notice.
"You-you what?” Dammit! Why am I stuttering.
"I like you, simple as that. I just never approached you because you were always with jungkook. I always thought you were an item, but seeing as how he fucked my sister and my ex girlfriend this week, I think it’s safe to say I was wrong.“ You noted how he said ex girlfriend. They must have broken up because of jungkook.
"No we aren’t an item, never were. As a matter of fact, I’m not even talking to him at the moment.” You don’t know why, but the words spilled from your lips. Being open was not what you were like at all. If anything you were so closed off, you came off as cold. That’s why you didn’t have any girlfriends, you were the ice queen. The freak who only liked jungkook. The school outcast really. But for some reason, you were comfortable with Sehun, even though he was your polar opposite.
"Is that so?“ He asked with a smirk, "maybe I came at just the right time.”
His hand reached across the table and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. It was obvious he was flirting, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. It made you feel special, and gave you butterflies, something you didn’t think you could feel outside of jungkook. You weren’t complaining though. If this is what it took to forget about jungkook for a while, then so be it.
Jungkook was walking to his locker after class had ended. Normally he would meet you here, but after your argument, he hadn’t seen you. It made him sad not having you around. He missed how your smile always brightened his day, how no matter how tired you were, you always made sure he was doing well. You were a caring person and had the biggest heart of anyone he knew. It made him feel lonely not having you around. He tried to fill the void by sleeping with 3 girls on the cheer squad, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse. He felt as if all the air was leaving his lungs slowly. The sleep he used to find so easily seemed further away from him at night. He felt as if a part oh him was missing. He knew it was because he lost the light in his life. He felt like an idiot for abusing your friendship. He felt like an idiot for abusing you. Jungkook wanted you back in his life, no.. he needed you. He would be damned if he didn’t try to make things right today.
He slammed his locker shut with a new found hope and made his way towards the library. He wasn’t allowed inside anymore due to some atrocious acts he committed with the librarian’s assistant in the atlas section, but he did know that if you were there, he would see you in your favorite seat by the window. He was making his way through the courtyard, excitement growing by the second as your window neared. Just as he thought. There you were sitting in your favorite seat. You weren’t alone though. He couldn’t quite see who was with you due to the glare, so he moved to get a better view. There you sat with the last person he wanted to see: Oh Sehun. He watched as his enemy reached across the table and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Anger and jealousy boiled within him as his hands clenched into tight fists. He practically shook with raw hatred as the scene unfolded in front of him. If Oh Sehun thought he had a chance with you, he had another thing coming.
A/N: Sorry this took so long T.T I got so caught up in the holidays that I didn’t realize i never posted the next part. Please enjoy. I hope it is a length you all like. ^^