Midnight Circus -drabble- | #1 #3
Anon: Drabble and #1 and #3 midnight circus please?
author’s note: idek what to say, midnight circus I guess, enough said. Be sure to check out the series to follow the story line! Enjoy~
There you were, in the diner bathroom, kissing the man you call the scum of the earth—how low could you get? He insisted he’d help you clean the (purposely) spilled root beer on your shirt, they asked two people to pick up some bags of ice. You were one of those two people. Jungkook said he was hungry so he stopped by some fast food place and you went inside with him. To get him to pick up the pace you decided you’d go inside with him.
“Hold this.” That’s the last he said before shoving the drink at your chest—you cursed at him before running off to the bathroom.
After a few minutes you heard a knock at the door and before you could answer he walked in. An extra shirt in his hand and a slight smile
“What the hell!? This is the woman’s bathroom, get out!” You were dabbing your top with a damp paper towel, it just wouldn’t come out.
“No, I brought you shirt.” He shrugged.
“I don’t want it, get the fu-” He grabbed your wrist, causing your napkin to fall to the floor and he was just glaring at you.
“Would you just shut up and take off your damn shirt, people are gonna get suspicious.” He furrowed his brows, corning you against the wall so you couldn’t leave.
You couldn’t believe him. “You’re the one who decided to walk in here, I don’t care who sees you.” You pushed his chest with enough strength to get him out of your way so you could get got the paper towel dispenser. “If someone sees me though, they’re gonna think I’m a hoe. So, I’m not gonna say it again. Get out.”
You reached for the door knob and he grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall. “I’m trying to help you. Why do you have to be so annoying…” He kind of giggled and his eyes darkened. “I like it better when your lips are shut…or on mine.”
“Well, too bad. Get out, or I will scream.” You threatened him but he decided he’d take his chances. He kissed you. For some reason you kissed him back, and he hooked his arm under your thighs, sitting you on the counter. This was. already going too far for you—his hands traveled up and down your waste until stopping at the hem of your shirt, attempting the pull it up.
“Hey!” You jerked back, your head hitting the mirror behind you. “I don’t know what you think your about to get but it’s nothing from me, Kook-” You jumped off the counter and shoved him out the way.
“I was helping you change.” He smiled, handing you the shirt and you snatched it. You went behind the stall, ripped off your shirt and throwing it over to him.
“What is wrong with us…” You sighed, leaning against the stall door as you situated the top. “We shouldn’t be doing this, it’s not right. We literally don’t get along unles we’re…” Your cheeks heated at the thought—this situation was so raunchy looking, you could understand why anyone would assume you were an easy girl. You put on his extra shirt, fixing it to make it look cute before walking out. “We’re not doing this again. I’m serious this time, it’s not happening again.”
“You keep saying that, but I don’t believe you.” He watched you walk out, looking you up and down. You glared at him, peeking out of the bathroom before walking out with a red face. His hand brushed pass your butt and your first instinct was to slap him in the face but you held your hand—you wanted to slap the heck out of him.
You turned around, holding your skirt down consciously. “Stop trying to grope me.” You looked around, seeing a woman with her young son at the register—you weren’t about to be responsible for her son witnessing indecent exposure. “There are kids in here…” You grumbled.
“You’re skirt was hiking up, I fixed it.” He scoffed when you let the door slam in his face. “You’re welcome…”
We’re unreasonably different,
but this is our fate baby