Okay, my sweets, in the grand old tradition of my writing history, I have nervously returned with a completely random sort of Drabble and I would just like to say in advance, I am so sorry that this is what I decided to return with, lmfao, fml. Idek, I just wanted to write something cliched and typical, and I’ve been taking my inspiration where I can get it, so I hope it isn’t as terrible as I worry it might be ^^
♡Lil’ Disclaimer♡ Genre: Smut/Fluff/AU/Might as well be a Drabble for me (less that 5k words) Requested: My apologies, no. Warnings: possibly crude smut, other than that, I can’t think of anything. This is a very, very tame one for me ^^)
“Just five more push ups, and you’re free to do whatever you want for the rest of the night, I promise…“ It sounds like a nice compromise, I know it does. But that doesn’t mean it actually is, or that it’s a manageable feat. Which it is not. What my boyfriend, the guy whose currently playing the role of my drill sergeant, can’t seem to accept, is that my core strength happens to be nonexistent. There is no way I’m doing even one more push up. It’s a miracle I made it to the first five, let alone the even ten this torturer is insisting I achieve. What more does this guy even want from me? I mean, to me, five seems like a nice solid number. Why try for more? "Jeon, I really don’t think I can,” I whine, without a hint of grace. My arms feel limp, and I’m not sure my brain can convince my muscles to tense up enough to lift my upper body, even if I wanted to. “What if I buy you ice cream, is that incentive enough for you?” He offers, quite literally sweetening the deal but I’m still not sure it’s enough, and to be quite frank I just don’t wanna. Honestly why my lazy ass thought it would be a good idea to date a personal trainer is beyond me. Three months in, and I finally see it was a stupid idea. “Stop sulking. You asked me to do this remember?” He reminds me, unnecessarily. I do remember, unfortunately.
Words: 772 Warnings: Angst (a lot okay sorrynotsorry), heartbreak
Everything was a blur. You looked outside the cab’s window, the buildings, the streets, the people, everything seemed to not be clear anymore. Maybe because of your tears or maybe because everything seemed so very unclear to you right now.
You hadn’t seen them in quite some time now. Their schedules were getting fuller and busier and you hardly even had any time to text, yet Jungkook and you always seemed to have the time to fight. Even though you were good friends with all of them, somehow your friendship with Jungkook was different. It seemed more tense. At least to you.
You loved him, so maybe it being an unrequited love made it seem harder for you. But your arguments were never really big, just small things that never got out of hand and after a day you would be back to joking with each other and nuzzling up on the couch together.
So after two weeks of not seeing each other, Yoongi, your best friend, complaining and another little argument with Jungkook about not having seen each other for so long, you decide enough is enough and give them a little surprise visit before a concert.
You had done that quite often, showing up before concerts and cheering them up, standing backstage and singing along. It always made them, and you of course , very happy, so you thought that this time it might be a good idea as well. But it wasn’t.
“Hey Y/N, haven’t seen you in a while !” Jonghyun, the security guard, said happily. “Yeah, everything’s been kind of busy, you know. College and such, of course they have a lot on their daily schedules as well.” You waved him a goodbye after he let you in and you were getting more and more excited as you took in the familiar smell of the corridor.
You were getting closer and closer to their dressing room and as you wanted to enter you heard someone shouting. “NO IT’S JUST ANNOYING. SHE’S ANNOYING, OKAY.” It was Jungkook’s voice. You tensed. “It’s complete bullshit ! Those arguments are stupid as hell and oh my god how I sometimes wish I’d never met her!” And from that point on you knew he was talking about you and you were sure a little bit in you just died.
“Jungkook-ah, calm down. You don’t know what you’re saying..” You heard Seokjin speaking. He was very calm and careful with his words. “NO! I’m done with all this stupidity that just adds up to all the stress we have every day okay! I’m just tired of her!”
You turned around, slowly going back the corridor, which now seemed so much longer and emptier than before. You could feel your eyes burning, your chest hurting and your head spinning. But at the same time, you felt nothing. Completely numb. So that’s what you think about me huh. You smiled to yourself, trying to not let the tears flow.
“You’re leaving again?” Jonghyun asked curiously, eyebrows raised. You forced a smile. “Oh..yeah. They were quite busy and stressed out and I still have an essay to write for tomorrow.” Lies. “I just wanted to check on them anyways.” You bowed and he greeted you goodbye, telling you to take care of yourself.
By the time you reached the cab it had started to rain. Your clothes were almost completely soaked. You sat down on the seat, told the driver where to go and the cab started moving. You took out your phone, hoping that it didn’t get too wet from the heavy rain. Your chest clenched when your wallpaper appeared. It was an old photo you took almost a year ago. It showed Jungkook and you, each one arm around the other’s shoulder, wearing those silly birthday hats and smiling brightly. There were hints of tears in your eyes. You can still remember how they had surprised you on your birthday, supposed to be back from their tour two months later and suddenly standing in your living room the next day, birthday décor hanging around everywhere. You smiled to yourself and opened Kakaotalk. But your smile faded as you opened your chat with Jungkook, looking at the stupid messaged you both had sent during your argument. You wanted to hit yourself, kick yourself in the ass for always having those stupid fights that had now led to Jungkook hating you. Right, he hates me. He’s tired of me. He wishes he had never met me.
You took a deep breath as you sent the message: “I’m sorry.” DELETE CONTACT? YES / NO ; you pressed.
okay so I don’t know if this is actually just bullshit or not but I was in the mood for some angsty jungkook and yeah this is the result. PLEASE tell me what you think about it and please remember English is not my first nor my second language so yeah I’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or something xD