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“It’s nice to talk to someone that doesn’t judge you.”
Summary: Could Jungkook be cheating on her? The thought obsessed Yoona until she found the solution: you, her friend and psychology student. Her plan looked great in her mind, but what she didn’t realize is that you could become the problem.
Genre: Angst || Warnings: Mentions of sex.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
A/N: So the poor Jungkook will be the victim of these
evil women and their plan in my new fic. It was going to be posted yesterday but it was my birthday and I had a party and all those things you do in your birthday (?). But finally here it is. Will be just a few chapters long, so hope you like it.
He heard his name, but he ignored it and kept looking at the screen. Biting his lip, he moved his fingers on the joystick, trying to finish the level.
But then, the screen went black.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” He snapped, tossing the joystick on the couch and standing up, “I was almost done!”
The girl looked at him with an incredulous expression written on her face. Her mouth opened and two of her long slender fingers pointed at him, “What is wrong with you!? You don’t even care about me anymore!”
“That’s not true!” he rubbed his face with his hands and stepped closer to his girlfriend, “I performed all weekend, I’m tired! I want to play a stupid game sitting on my couch!”
They were the golden couple. The actress and the idol. Why was that so difficult? She watched him turn around and walk to the bedroom. Alone and in silence.
Was he cheating on her? Was that the reason why he didn’t care anymore? Nah, Jungkook was too shy for that. Or not?
The same question repeated like a mantra on her mind.
And that was how a week later Yoona and Jungkook were sitting on two red leather chairs, waiting for you to arrive and take a seat on the bigger black chair opposite to them.
His right leg could not stop trembling and his fingers moved nervously, drawing circles on his knees. He felt that this was some kind of test. Glancing at his girlfriend, he noticed that she looked way more relaxed than him. Did that mean she felt he was the only one that was wrong?
The door finally opened and a young woman dressed in white entered and made her way to that black chair in front of a big and clean desk.
He frowned and took a card from the pocket of his jeans with a name written on it, “Y/N?” He read, clearly confused.
You found it funny and a tiny smile spread on your lips, “That was my name last time I checked.”
“I thought you were a secretary or something. My therapy concept is an old woman wearing a sweater and showing us some weird drawings.”
“If that is what you’re looking for, you came to the wrong place.”