JUNGKOOK calls you clingy part 3
Request: Hey!! can i request a fake text about a fight with jungkook where the jungkook is being snappy but they’re havinf a normal conversation but the reader catches on and like they have af ight and jungkook ends up saying something like “youre clingy” or anything else that really hurts her and then tries to make it up to her?? the ending is up to you happy/sad. i hope i made some sense!!! thank you
Part 3 because I’m a nice person.
“I called her clingy.”
Namjoon sat there shaking his head at what he was hearing. He knew that Jungkook was an ill tempered kid, so he hadn’t been too disturbed by the frantic call he had received from Jungkook an hour ago to ‘leave everything and come meet him’. Only, now that he was listening to Jungkook, he couldn’t help but look at him with disgust.
"I understand that you were not in the best of your moods…but who the fuck calls their own girlfriend clingy, you idiot?”
Jungkook groaned, letting his head fall in his hands while he listened to his elder brother chastise him for his actions. “That isn’t the only thing, hyung.” Jungkook said as he held out his phone for his elder brother to see. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and took the phone in his hands as he went over the messages that Jungkook had exchanged with you more than 15 days ago.
“Holy fucking shit. You are a dick, Jeon Jungkook. No wonder she left you.”
Jungkook cringed at the reiteration of the fact that he did not want to accept. He sighed. “I know, hyung. I am a huge idiot.”
"Nope, you’re not an idiot. Being an idiot is a relatively forgivable sin. You, brother, were an absolute arse to her. Forget it, she isn’t coming back.”
Namjoon shook his head, giving Jungkook’s phone back to him and standing up to leave. “Oh no no no, hyung please, help me out.” Jungkook got up and stood in front of Namjoon blocking is way. “You know how much I love her.”
“Jeon Jungkook. ____ may have been your girlfriend, but don’t forget that she was my friend before you guys started going around together. You just hurt my friend, hm? What makes you think I’ll help you out with anything?” Namjoon said, his anger fianlly showing itself but Jungkook wasn’t in the position to back off. Namjoon was the only one who could help him.
"Because you are my brother and you know how much I love her. Please, hyung, don’t I deserve one chance?” Jungkook said as he desperately held on to the elder boy’s shoulders.
Namjoon sighed. “Even if for a moment I consider helping you, and I’m not saying that I’m considering it at all, but let’s just say that I do- do you have anything in mind?” Jungkook frantically shook his head to express his affirmative.
"Yes, but I’ll need your help.”
You looked at the crowd of people bustling in for your friend’s mini concert and gave a half smile to yourself. Namjoon had always been very passionate about rapping but a year ago he had finally decided step out in the underground and let other people hear his rap. Needless to say, he had been a huge hit.
As you entered the club, you saw people dressed in clothes screaming hip-hop, a huge contrast to your attire- a plain black hoodie, house shorts, converse and hair so messy, it would give Bellatrix Lestrange a run for her money. You didn’t mind, though. You were never the one to give too much thought to your appearance save for special dates with your ex-boyfriend. In all fairness, and not an ounce of boastfulness, you knew you could step out in nightwear and still look bomb. You just had that confidence about you.
You pushed your way through the crowd and towards the bar, greeting the bartender with a nod. This was your favourite seat to view his performances. It was comfortable, in good distance, away from people and of course, you could drink peacefully and enjoy the performance.
"The regular, ___?” The bartender asked you, ready to pour in a 60 ML of Smirnoff-regular into your glass.
You shook your head, “I’ll have blue label today, Hoseok.”
“Whiskey? That’s new.” He said as he turned around and poured you your drink.
“I need new.” You shrugged.
He hummed in response. “What will you have it with? Coke, soda?”
You scoffed. "On the rocks, boy.”
Hoseok chuckled as he fake saluted you, “Yes ma'am.”
You smiled and turned around as the lights dimmed and Namjoon or Rapmonster, as he was known in the underground, came on the stage and the crowd erupted into cheers, you being the loudest. He scanned the crowd and as soon as his eyes landed on you, he smirked and waved at you. You raised your drink and nodded at him in acknowledgement. Then, his demeanour completely changed and the crowd went silent. It was beginning.
Rap monster continued firing curses at the speed of light. You could only keep up because you had heard this before. You turned in your seat to face the bar to ask for a refill from your friend only to find him missing. You frowned.
You turned back round and realised the music had stopped and the crowd had gone silent again and on the stage were six men apart from Namjoon, all standing in front of their own mics. Hoseok was up there too. You recognised all of them, of course. They were all your friends. Part of the same group they liked to jokingly call ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.
What unnerved you, however, was the man standing at the front mic.
It was him. Jeon Jungkook. And he was looking directly at you.
You narrowed your eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Namjoon wiped his sweat with his sleeves and came near his mic. “There is a new song, a bit different from my usual style, that we want a very special person to hear. It has been written by my younger brother Jungkook. You all have been with me since I began my journey and I know you came here for something else but would you mind giving me 5 minutes of your time? I swear it’ll be worth it.”
The crowd instantly burst into encouraging cheers. In midst of those cheers you noticed Jungkook coming closer to his mic, his eyes not leaving yours for a second.
“____, I’m so sorry. I love you.”
And then he began singing.
Your eyes widened at the choice of his song. It was a song he had composed, you knew because he had shared a verse with you when you were together. It was called Butterfly. As the words poured out of his mouth and made their way to your ears, you found yourself wearing a sad expression. Here he was, singing about how he didn’t want you to disappear and yet, he was also the one who had called you clingy. That was one term you absolutely did not like. You always gave each other the space you both required and you were definitely not the kind of person who would try to invade his space. Seeing that word had made you, for the first time, question yourself. You felt bad about yourself. You felt humiliated. You were determined to stay the hell away from him for some time, if only to gain back your self respect.
Only, he was making it really difficult.
You could practically feel the sadness from his voice seeping into you, begging you to not go and to stay with him. You could see it in his eyes, the guilt. You could see how sorry he was for what he had said and how scared he was to not have you with him.
You sighed as you felt your resolve break into a million pieces and decided to give him a chance. Everyone deserves one chance to correct their mistakes and you were not about to take it away from him.
So you looked up into his eyes, and you smiled. A reassuring and forgiving smile. He instantly understood and stopped singing as tears made their way down his face before he could hurriedly wipe them. He took in a large breath as he stepped away from his make and bolted down the stage towards you, wiping his tears with his hand the entire time.
You stood up, bracing yourself for the impact as Jungkook crashed into you, and burst into tears, not bothering to wipe them this time, and hugging you for dear life.
“Oh god, I thought you’d left me for good.” He said, tears still falling out of his eyes and now, on the hoodie. He pulled away to stand with his hands in front of him and looked down at his feet. “I am so sorry for whatever I said, ___. I am so so sorry.”
You smiled as you stepped forward and took his face in your hands before planting a kiss on his lips, to which he responded eagerly. You pulled away and hugged him, your head on his chest and his arms around your waist. “ I almost made up my mind to not come back, Jungkook. Only, you deserve one chance. I’ll forgive you this time, but please don’t ever hurt me like this again.” You said, your voice breaking.
Jungkook put his chin on your head and pulled you against him tighter. “I’m so sorry, ____. Never again. Thank you for coming back.” You smiled into his chest and were relishing the moment until you heard a random duo of teens shouting behind you.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled away to look at the drunken boys indifferently.
"Really? Gay? How the fuck is that even considered an insult?” You growled.
Jungkook snickered above you knowing what was about to come. He looked at you fondly as you bullied the kids to the extent of making one almost cry and made a silent promise to himself.
Never again am I doing anything to lose her.
gotta go now bYe