two rotten apples | pt. 3 [preview]
“I’m not jealous, Jungkook,” you hissed. “I just came by to see what you wanted after you told me you waited outside my dorm room last night like a fucking pervert. I was a little bit… busy… so I’m sorry I didn’t reply.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, tonguing his cheek. “You were busy this morning, too.”
“What was that?”
It was silent for a few seconds as cars drove by the two of you standing on the sidewalk. Birds chirped over your heads as they flew by but the two of you continued to stare at each other, anger radiating off him in waves.
“Is there something you would like to fucking say?”
Jungkook weighed his options right then. He could either come out and say that he heard you fucking some guy in your dorm this morning and also come out looking like the pervert you were accusing him of or— Well, that was his only option, really. The other option was just to say nothing and go back inside. But that wouldn’t solve anything. Maybe he should just get it all out in the fucking open. You could say you weren’t jealous but he knew you—
“I know you want to,” you said. “Go on. Say it.”
He rolled his eyes. “I just think it’s funny that you’re getting mad at me—” You cut in to say that you weren’t actually mad but he kept going. “—when you were fucking some other asshole this morning. I heard you.”
“You were fucking spying on me?” you asked in pure disbelief but also not because you could actually believe that.
“I wasn’t spying on you,” he sneered. “I came to talk to you after you ignored me and just so happened to hear—”
Your cheeks heated up at the thought of him hearing you having sex with Jimin. “How much did you hear exactly?”
“Oh! That feels so good,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice. “You’re so big, unlike Jungkook, and—”
“I do not sound like that, you bastard,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You should’ve just left after—”
“I fucking did,” he shouted, catching you off guard. “You think I just stood in the hallway fapping?!”
“Well, I never know with you…” you mumbled to yourself.
He glared at you for a few moments, pursing his lips.
“Why the fuck does it matter anyway? Why do you care if I fuck someone else? You’re not my boyfriend and if you ever were, just fucking kill me because—” He scoffed at that, rolling his eyes. “What? Why are you acting like this?”
“I’m not acting like anything,” was his excuse.
“Uh huh,” you mumbled. “You’re acting like a jealous prick.”
"I’m not jealous,” he replied. “You can fuck as many guys as you fucking want.”
“Good.” If anything, his glare darkened at that. “I fucking will then.”