BTS Reaction To You Pretending Not To Understand What They’re Saying When You Get Into A Fight
“Oh jagi…you don’t honestly think you can pull that one with me,” he commented, rolling his eyes as he stepped closer to you.
You furrowed your eyebrows, feigning innocence and ignorance. Jin placed his thumb against the middle area in between your eyebrows, and brushed it over your left brow and down your cheek, causing your act to soften, almost turning timid.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear lobe. Jin began to murmur, “Surely you’ll at least understand this.” He paused, now looking you dead in the eyes, irritation still present in his eyes, but now darker, a mix of agitation and desire, before lacing his fingers around your wrist and dragging you to the bedroom.
His head head tilted to the side quizzically as you started to speak in English, as you pretended to have difficulty understanding what he was saying. He would have dropped it, waiting until both of your’s tempers had cooled and you were willing to actually face the matter instead of pretending you don’t understand what he was saying.
But you were stubborn and he just as much. Seeing as you refused to drop the matter, continuing on with your little act even as he started to walk away, he now refused to drop the matter as well.
Turning back to face you, his strides started out small before getting longer and faster and finally forcefully pushing you into the wall behind you.
“Oh Y/N, you should really be more careful when playing these little “games” with me.” His lips were inches from your. He let out a low growl along with a trail of harsh curses. “You know I can’t stand losing,” he murmured, before crashing his lips to yours.
Unsure of whether you were serious, joking, or simply acting, a sheepish, uncertain grin would form on his face as he mumbled out, “Are you serious?”
He knew your Korean wasn’t perfect, but for your understanding to be lacking now of all times, when you just so happened to be having a bit of a quarrel, seemed suspicious to say the least. You tried your best to suppress the light chuckle ready to escape your lips, but it was no use.
Hoseok’s head snapped towards you, his unsure, confused persona immediately melting. His gaze turning dark, he ran his tongue across the entirety of the inside of his mouth, trying his best to stay calm.
Of course it wasn’t a coincidence. Y/N is too sly, too cunning for it to be just that, he thought to himself. Briefly closing his eyes to maintain his composure, he stepped towards you. You had played this card before, he had just never realized it until now.
Hoseok dramatically sighed, pursing his lips together, making small tsking noises with the roof of his mouth as if he were getting ready to scold a child.
Just how many times had you played this card before? Just how many times had you gotten away with it? Just how many times did he have to punish you tonight…
At first his expression was slightly flustered. Your Korean was nearly flawless, why now were you messing up of all times? His expression was completely and utterly puzzled, that is, until he realized exactly what you were doing.
A sly grin formed on his face. You knew exactly what he had said earlier. You weren’t struggling with your Korean skills, you were just trying to dodge the situation. Oh, but he wouldn’t let you, far from it. He would have to “correct” this little act of yours with a helping hand.
Placing a strong hand on the inside of your thigh he squeezed lightly, patronizing you with both his touch and his words.
“Oh, sweetheart, you know your little tricks won’t work with me. Even if you can’t understand me, I can understand you perfectly,” he continued to speak in Korean; why bother putting in the extra effort to use English when he already knew you understood completely? You mentally cursed, realizing just how dumb it had been of you to attempt this method with Namjoon. How could you have been so stupid as to forget Namjoon was fluent in English.
Gently rubbing up and down your thigh, you let out a small whimper. His smirk widened. He had you exactly where he wanted you.
“Good, now why don’t we continue this little discussion of ours in the bedroom, hmm?”
You knew you were in the wrong. You knew you were at fault in this situation. You knew you should have apologized or given in earlier, when you still had a chance. But you were stubborn and refused to admit that you were at fault instead of Jimin for once.
“Y/Nnnn….Jagiii…” Jimin teasingly whined, dragging out the last syllables in a sing-song lilt. “Just admit you were wrong for once.” He bit his lip, no doubt imagining exactly what he was going to do to you tonight. “Just admit you were wrong…” he paused for effect, “and I’ll go easy on you tonight.” His hot breath trickled down your ear and against your throat. “I won’t punish you… at least not as much as I should…"
God he was so close, already pressing his chest to yours and your back against the wall. You let out a shaky breath, barely being able to respond to him.
Oh, but what a mistake you had made. You had responded in English. A weakness Jimin had always had, a weakness you knew would only encourage Jimin in his endeavors, in his endeavors of teasing. Oh, what a mistake it was indeed…
Jimin tilted his head to one side, his already wide smile turning into a Cheshire grin, a mischievous glint building in his eyes.
He tucked a loose strand from your ponytail behind your ear, his nose now centimeters from your own. "Fine by me. I wasn’t really in the mood for immediate cooperation anyways,“ he breathed.
And with that, Jimin threw you over his shoulder, thrusted the bedroom door open and tossed you onto the mattress, ready to have you in every possible way he wanted tonight.
His expression was blank as it always was whenever the two of you had a fight. He looked at you with near indifference. The only sign of his anger was the darkening of his eyes that were once a soft hazel brown, but were now black with a flame ablaze behind them.
He didn’t speak. He stayed completely silent as you mumbled forced apologies, even though it wasn’t your fault. Actually, the whole reason you fighting was completely unreasonable. Both of you had been, and were, being utterly irrational.
The reason you were fighting was irrelevant, Tae’s agitation was becoming frightening, and you weren’t particularly fond of conflict in the first place. That’s why originally you mumbled out small apologies, hoping to avoid any further battles.
Ah, but you couldn’t take it any longer. His silence was deafening. He wouldn’t look at you. You were trying to smooth things over and prevent conflict and here he was, refusing to even look you in the eye, even look in your general direction.
Your soft murmurs slowly grew in volume. As your "I’m sorry’s” grew in volume so did your agitation, so did the amount of English you used. It was a continuous loop, the louder you got, the sharper cut your words were and the more you started to slip back into using English.
Your tone became agitated, contradicting your original purpose of avoiding further conflict. Ah, your voice just kept getting louder and louder until you were full out screaming at him in English. And now you were the one who couldn’t look him in the eyes.
Abruptly you stopped yelling, realizing it wasn’t going to change the situation. You bet he still had that blank look on his face as he avoided looking at you, as you were now doing to him.
You turned to leave the room. You’d deal with damage control tomorrow, you were too mentally exhausted to deal with anything of the sort right now. You looked towards the ground and started to walk out of the room, unable to keep your chin high after screaming at Tae like that, only to be met with strong arms slithering around your waist, preventing you from taking another step.
“Please don’t be angry, darling.” Tae’s bottom lip jutted out as he bent down slightly to place his chin on your shoulder and began to pout. You tightly closed your eyes. He was knowingly using his puppy dog eyes against you. He knew you couldn’t resist him, especially with such a look of innocence in his face. “Please, oh please, don’t be mad at me."
You let out a short groan as Tae’s lips had found their way to your upper jaw, his tongue now lightly tracing your jawline.
"I promise… I’ll make it up to you.” And then you gave in, opening your eyes, whirling around to face him, wrapping your arms around Taehyung’s neck, and allowing him to do as he pleased with you.
In all honesty, it wasn’t a fight. It was never a fight. It was always just a one sided screaming match caused by Jungkook’s idiocy.
He was an adult, for Christ’s sake. He was an adult with the logic of a four year old. God, you were younger than him and here you were scolding him, or attempting to, like a mother.
As if having to scold him wasn’t enough, he wouldn’t listen. Whenever you yelled, he didn’t even flinch. Only a playful expression would be present on his face, like he was amused by your vexation, like he had acted like an utter imbecile just to see that agitated expression on your face. For fuck’s sake, couldn’t he feel at least a little bad for making you worry?!
“Goddamn it, Jungkook,” you gritted out, your voice rasping and raising the longer you spoke. “Can’t you think of the possible consequences…for once in your life?!”
Your breath hitched a bit as you continued to speak, saying anything and everything in an attempt to make him realize how idiotic he had been, how much he had made you worry.
You found yourself becoming more flustered as you continued to speak, gradually switching to English, unable to think clear enough to use Korean any longer.
You turned your head sharply to look him in the eyes. You had been so engrossed in everything you were saying, you hadn’t even bothered to look at him. Oh, and what a mistake looking at him was…
A look you only ever saw when he was in one of his moods was etched into his features. The type of mood that would make you scream, but not out of anger like just seconds ago.
Jungkook’s usual mischievous glint and playful eye roll was now replaced with a sharp look and a lazy grin. It just now hit you.
You swore. You had swore. You never swore, at least not out loud, at least not around him.
He took a step towards you and you instinctively took one back. He did it again only for you to follow suit. Oh, he was toying with you, and he was enjoying it, his grin widening with every second that passed.
“Oh baby girl, don’t be like that. Don’t be so angry with little ol’ me…” His voice trailed off as he gently caressed your cheek with the back side of his hand.
“You scold me as if you’re my noona, as if I’m the only one the wrong here.” Jungkook’s gentle caresses began trailing down your neck, your chest, your waist, your entire body.
“Don’t forget, my darling, I am your oppa, and you are in need of punishment yourself.”