being best friends with jungkook pt.2
it has been three months since jungkook had called you that night.
when you answered his call, he basically told you that he doesn’t want you to be around the dorm anymore. he doesn’t want you to text him, call him, no interaction at all. he asked you why you kissed taehyung and kept it a secret. he kept asking and asking, you couldn’t help but cry as you tried to fumble for an answer. you were losing your best friend- you lost your best friend.
he said so much stuff to you, but the seven words that you can’t get out of your head are “i can’t believe you- i loved you.”
you stayed in your apartment for a week. you called in sick at your work and continusly ignored the texts and calls from the boys. six boys messaged you, but the one boy that you hoped would, didn’t.
you thought about calling jungkook, but then you remebered his words. “no interaction at all.”
after that week, jimin came knocking at your door. you and jimin have been friends for a long time, longer than you and jungkook. so, him knocking at your door wasn’t really surprising. jungkook told him what happened and jimin was beyond pissed off. he was mad that you and taehyung would kiss and not tell anyone. he was mad that jungkook drunk called and texted you.
“jimin? what are you doing here?” you asked, as you held the door open.
“what am i doing here?” he asked as he brushed past you and walked into your living room. “i’m here because you won’t answer your phone and you’ve practically made the whole dorm hell.”
you closed your door and sat in the chair across from where jimin sat on your couch. “how is the dorm hell?” you asked confused.
“well, since jungkook found out you kissed taehyung, the two are constantly fighting. the night that he drunk called you he gave tae a bloody nose and a black eye.”
your jaw dropped as jimin explained to you what was happening. you never imagined that jungkook would punch taehyung; they were best friends. you placed your head in your hands, unable to say anything to jimin. you couldn’t really process anything that was happening. “i kissed tae because it was a dare. it didn’t mean anything. how was i supposed to know that jungkook loved me?”
“i don’t know how you didn’t know. it was obvious.”
you flicked your head up to look at jimin. “what?”
“the way he looked at you. the way he acted around you. how he would have done anything for you.” you stared at the floor, thinking about what jimin was saying. you didn’t think there was a certain way he looked at you. or that there was a certain way he acted around you. he would have done anything for you though. and you would have done anything for him. you would make him laugh when he was sad. god, you missed his laugh. you would comfort him the night before a big event. you missed those nights. but the nights you missed the most were when you and jungkook would go sit at the park late at night. you would look over at him and see his big brown eyes staring up at the sky, the stars reflecting in them. he looked beautiful.
that’s when you realized how much you missed jungkook. you needed him. you loved him. “okay y/n, i need to go, please call me okay?” you heard jimin say to you as he got up. you mumbled an okay, still looking at the floor in shock. you couldn’t believe that you just finally realized that you were in love with jungkook.
now, three months in to not talking to jungkook and you’re standing in line to get in a club with your friends. you’ve been going to three places for the past months; your apartment, your work and the grocery store. you’re friends were worried about you so they made you come out to the club with them tonight.
your friends knew about you and jungkook not being friends anymore, so they wanted to get him off of your mind. you initianally thought about not going, but then you thought maybe the loud music will block out your loud thoughts of jungkook.
for three months straight he was all that you thought about. you are in love with him, and he hates you.
when you finally got into the club everything was fine. you and your friends got drinks and started dancing on the dance floor. it’s halfway through the night and you’re a little bit tipsy, you don’t like drinking that much. you’re sitting at one of the booths with your friends when you saw him. jungkook.
your jaw drops instantly. he looks different. or maybe he looks the same and you’ve just been imagining him in a better way. his hair would fluffier, his eyes would be brighter and he would be laughing a specific laugh that only you could coax out of him.
that’s not how he looked. his hair was flatter, dark bags under his eyes were showing, and a smirk and his fake laugh came out of him as he spoke to the girl in front of him. you don’t know if it’s because you’re jealous of him talking to the girl or not, but she’s slutty.
you thought your jaw was hanging pretty low, but it must’ve lowered even more when you saw jungkook grab the slutty girl and kiss her roughly. his hands gripped tightly onto her hips as he practically smashed his lips onto hers.
your heart broke.
but it broke even more when jungkook opened his eyes and stared right into your own.