Goldilocks || 10 (End)
Rated M (language, and suggestive content)
Warnings: handjob, fingering, just generally cringey stuff- yknow, the usual
Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.
Word Count: 7.9k
Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“If I didn’t know that you used that atrocity to jerk off, I’d ask if I could have it.”
It takes a few minutes to get Jungkook to the car, but you finally coax him into the passenger’s seat. His cheek is already blotchy red, spiderwebbed with vivid crimson. It looks like his father doesn’t pull punches.
Scurrying back to the front of the apartment complex, you pick up the textbook you’d abandoned earlier before slipping into the small liquor store to grab the first thing you can out of the freezer section. Only when you’re purchasing it and get carded do you realize it’s alcohol. Hard cider. Perfect. Two birds, one stone.
Getting back into the driver’s seat, you hand Jungkook the bottle.
He looks like he wants to throw it back at you, but you hastily explain, “Put it on your cheek until we can get you an ice pack.”
“I’m not gonna-”
Jungkook presses the cold glass to his face, grumbling, but not loud enough that you can retort to any of it. The drive back to Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment is silent. You don’t really need directions anymore and you don’t have the energy or the desire to start a conversation. Apparently he doesn’t either.
What is there to say anyway? “Hey Jungkook, that sucks that your dad punched you?” Or “Sorry he’s an alcoholic?” Or maybe: “did you do something to piss him off because I think you’re an asshole and will project that image onto other parts of your life that you may or may not be responsible for or have control over?”
After parking, you lead the way up to the apartment door and immediately steer Jungkook into the kitchen, where you sit him down and none too gently press an ice pack to his face. You may have helped him with his textbook, but that doesn’t mean you’re about to make friendship bracelets and sing Kumbaya around a campfire. You take the bottle of hard cider from him and open it quickly, taking a swig.
The house is quiet.
From what you can see, Yoongi and Jimin have left the living room. Where have they gone? It’s not really your business, but you will have questions for the younger man later. As of now, you have questions for someone else.
You turn to Jungkook.
He probably won’t answer many, if any of them, but with your scalp aching from where Jungkook’s father had grabbed the hair at the back of your head, you’re hoping he’ll at least be able to tell you what’s going on.
Of course, his immediate response is, “It’s none of your fucking business.”
“Look, that man attacked me and I think I have a right to know why.”
Jungkook shifts his weight in the chair, scowling, “I already told you, I fucked a random girl in-”
“No, both you and I know that was bullshit,” you retort. “So take a moment, stop acting twelve, be a man, be vulnerable, and tell me why I got assaulted over a damn textbook.”
The golden haired boy’s gaze stays pinned on his feet, eyebrows knitted, looking like a chastised child. The silence sits heavily in the room. You don’t move. You don’t look away.
Jungkook finally mumbles, “My mom is filing for a divorce.”