Jungkook woke up the next morning in a daze. His head was heavy with a hangover. His body felt like play dough as he tried to sit up.

He hardly slept.

Jungkook spent most of the night watching you as you slept. He forced himself to stay awake, eyes trailing over your delicate skin and your peaceful sleeping face. He didn't want to forget a single thing about you.

He wanted to know what you were dreaming of.

Was it him? Was it the two of you? Did he ever cross your mind?

You were always on his.

The last few times he slept at your house, he fell asleep first. His body was constantly in energy saving mode from the grueling hours he worked... so he had the tendency to fall asleep the moment his eyes closed.

Not this time though. This time, he made sure to stay awake. He struggled with his fight against sleep. His body overcome with exhaustion from working, traveling and fucking you for hours on end almost every day this week. Despite his exhaustion, he felt as if he always slept better when he was with you. But tonight his nerves were all over the place.

He was anxious.

Feeling as if he fell asleep, you'd wake up and leave.

He studied the way you slept. Taking mental notes of the way you clutched the blankets around you and never moved an inch. You snored quietly. Your face pressed into the pillow, hair all over the place. Skin soft and delicate. Your face calm and tranquil.

You looked like an angel.

He wanted to know everything about you. How did you get to this city? Where were you born? What was your past like? What did you like? What did you dislike?

As he played 21 questions with himself, Jungkook realized he was in deep.

His mind was in shambles. Now he was fucking scared. Scared he fell in love too fast and too hard. Was he in over his head? Did he go too far?

Not that it mattered now anyways.

There was no going back now he thought to himself as he watched you. He wasn't ready to let you go. He didn't think he had it in him to leave you. He was selfish for it but he wanted you so bad he was ready to give everything up for you. 

How could he let this happen? Why didn't he listen when you warned him that this was your job?

He felt as though he roped you into something that could get you hurt or put you in danger. Jungkook laid there all night, head and heart in turmoil. He tried to rack his brain for ways this would workout but he came up short.

But somehow and someway he would figure it out.

He always did.

He wasn't going to let you go.

The problem was, would you let him have you?

He wanted so bad to hear you tell him that you were his but did he think of how this would effect you? If he had you... Like really had you. If you really were his... would you stay? If he told you about his life, would you still want him?

He still hadn't told you who he really was and this part of his life was major. Would you be able to deal with that? Would you be fine being away from him for months at a time? Would you be okay if you both didn't talk often? Time differences, scheduling, commitments.

He could buy his own plane and fly you out to him but he knew you'd never allow him to do that.

He also couldn't leave his career behind. It was his life. His Hyungs were his life. Bangtan was his life. But he considered it. If it meant getting to have you, he'd let it all go. 

Jungkook sighed softly, his fingers ran through your hair as you slept in his arms. While his thoughts ran through his mind.

He thought of you.

He thought about why he loved you. He had a million reasons but one was how independent you were. You never really needed him. And even when you were with him, you still took the lead. Maybe that's why he fell for you. He's always loved women who had their shit together. You respected him and treated him like you were his lifelong friend. You were patient and didn't pry about his private life. You hardly knew him when he thought about it. Even though you could probably google his entire existence, you never tried to find out who he was and he knew it bothered you that he was never straight with you. 

He remembered that night he first saw you.

He fell in love with you the minute you came out on that stage.

A woman full of mystery. Perfect body. Even more perfect face. A smile that could make him burst a nut on the spot if he wanted to. Everything about you allured him. You dragged him in with your eyes and persona. 

He knew he had to have you and he vowed to do anything to make you his.

He thought about the way your moved like a current on the stage. Making every single man there question your existence. He didn't even think you were real himself. 

Jungkook thought it was just attraction at first but something about you captivated him and sparked a fire within him that has since never burnt out. 

He's had relationships way in the past when he was younger. They honestly shouldn't even count. He left relationships behind when he decided to become an idol. The stress and demand of work making it hard for him to have a serious comittment. But from the moment he saw you, his thoughts about relationships changed.

It wasn't only about pussy, drinks and money anymore. He thought about a future. A future with you in it.

His mind drifted to the vague details of last night that he remembered.

Didn't you tell him you loved him?

He could have sworn you did but the details were so fuzzy he couldn't be sure. He remembered wanting to tell you he loved you but he didn't know if he did himself. The only details he remembered was the way his skin lit on fire whenever you touched him. He could remember your lips on his skin. He could remember your touch, your smell, your face.

But whatever words you both exchanged were lost.

When you stirred in your sleep, Jungkook decided he needed to get out here before you woke up. He didn't want to face you yet. He felt as if he was going to lose his mind.

He slowly crawled off the bed, pulling on whatever clothes he could find in his luggage before coming back to you and tucking the blankets around you tightly.

He picked up your clothes from last night, folding them neatly and setting them on the bed with your purse before taking your ripped panties, stuffing them into a secret pocket in his luggage. Like hell he was going to leave them around for a snooping Jimin or Taehyung to find. 

He didn't want you to wear the same clothes you wore last night. So he left one of his long tshirts and a pair of his sweatpants for you to wear. He remembered your shoes that were still by the door and figured you wouldn't want to wear those either so he took out a pair of brand new pair of Nike slides he bought and set them near the clothes he left for you.

Nothing would fit you but he knew you loved wearing his clothes. At least that was one thing he knew about you. It was something.

That should count, right?

He chewed his lower lip as he watched you. So beautiful and so peaceful. If you stayed this way forever in his bed, he wouldn't mind.

As long as you stayed with him.

Jungkook walked over to the bed, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, smoothing your hair away from your face before walking out of the room. He brushed his teeth and splashed cold water onto his face several times before going downstairs, completely ignoring his Hyungs as they talked amongst themselves.

They all went silent when he came into the room and they watched him closely. Namjoon stopped Jimin and pulled him back when he was about to say something to Jungkook.

Jungkook ignored them and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a water and a bottle of pain killers, walking back upstairs and setting them down onto the nightstand for you before disappearing from the room again.

Jungkook trudged back down the steps, heart heavy and mind foggy. He finally greeted his Hyungs and they noticed something was off about him. He didn't explain to them what was wrong. He just asked them kindly to leave the house with him for a few hours to let you sleep in peace.

They didn't question him. No one made any silly jokes. No one teased him.

Did they know too? Did they know things were coming to an end?

They were all quiet and followed him to their ride. Deciding to go get breakfast and head to where they will be doing an interview today.

He pulled his mask over his face and fixed his hood over his head before taking his phone out of his pocket and sent you a quick text before leaning back in his seat and puffing his cheeks out as he leaned his head back, eyes closing as he struggled to keep it together.

He wanted to scream.

Or punch something. Preferably punch something. 

"We need to talk, Jungkookie."

Jungkook felt a poke to the back of his head as he heard a gentle voice behind him in the car. He opened his eyes, turning around and looking at Jimin.

His Hyung stared at him with sad eyes and Jungkook sighed, nodding.

"We do."

...

You grumbled in your sleep, eyes fluttering open for a second before closing quickly when the sunlight drifting into the room blinded you. You moaned, rolling onto your side before feeling over the bed.

What the fuck?

These sheets didn't feel like yours. Where was your silk pillow? Pikachu?

This bed felt different.

Your eyes flashed open and you jolted up.

Fuck.

You held your head, a splitting migraine greeting you the minute you sat up. You looked around, hair a complete mess, eyes barely opened. You peeked under the blanket that was wrapped around you and gasped, realizing you were completely naked. Your head pounded, body stiff and tense as you looked around the room.

Oh God.

'How did I fucking get here?'  You thought to yourself as you kept the blanket wrapped tightly taround you as you slowly crept off the bed, tiptoeing to the door and opening it, peeking out and listening for noises.

Silence.

"Fuck me." You muttered, locking the door and dragging yourself back to the bed to sit down.  Rubbing over your face before looking around for your phone.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You grabbed your bag and unlocked your phone as you pulled it out. The first thing you noticed was that you had a wire transfer notification that hit the bank at midnight.

You opened your bank account and gasped,

! WIRE TRANSFER !SENDER: Jeon JeonggukAMOUNT: $20,000AUTOMATICALLY DEPOSITED 12:00AM
"Who the fuck is that? Wait... oh." You shook your head and groaned when your head throbbed from the movements. You quickly exited the bank app. You'll deal with that later when you went home.

You opened up your messages now.

Lord.

You had almost 100 unread messages from your group chat. You didn't bother to go back and read anything. You just texted them quickly to let them know you're alive.

Then you opened Jungkook's text.

Kookie - 9:30AM
Sorry I couldn't stay.. I had an early meeting :((

There's water and pain killers on the nightstand. 

Drink em and change your clothes, driver will wait for you to take you home.

You read the message slowly before your eyes flashed to the night stand. You grabbed the water and pills, gulping them down before sighing softly. You rubbed your forehead, looking over to your clothes that were folded carefully and set on the bed. You felt embarrassed that he had to pick up your clothes. He could have just left them on the floor.

Then your eyes trailed to folded pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt set neatly next to your own clothes.

He really was thoughtful when he wanted to be, huh?

You smiled a bit before reaching for the clothes, pulling them on slowly. Your body ached all over. Your chest hurt for some reason. Your thighs ached. Everything hurt.

Wait until you see yourself in the mirror later.

You looked around for your panties. You had no clue where they went but oh well. Maybe he stole them.

You slid off the bed, looking for your shoes before noticing a pair of slides set out for you too. You pursed your lips before biting over your lower lip. You slid your feet into them. They were way too big but comfort was key right now. You didn't care how you looked.

You grabbed your belongings, carefully waddling down the steps to the front door. You picked up your shoes and opened the door, making the walk of shame out the door.

You felt so awkward.

It didn't help that you literally couldn't remember shit.

The driver of a black van stood patiently by the door, a warm smile on his lips as he greeted you.

"Good morning, Ms. Y/N. Mr. Jeon arranged for your safe ride home."

Mr. Jeon, huh?

You tried to smile as he opened the door for you. You dragged yourself into the backseat awkwardly and hugged your stuff against your chest. You looked down at your feet, checking out the slides that made you look like you were wearing clown shoes.

It was cute.

You closed your eyes, head leaning against the window of the car. You were trying to remember last night. You could recall the bar. You could recall your friends. Drinks. More drinks. Music. Hungry gazes on you.

Blurry memories started to come back to you.

Dancing with Jungkook.

Your body pressed up against the wall as he grinded on you.

You remembered leaving with him.

Your breath hitched in your throat when a flashback came into your head of you begging him to fuck you against the club doors. Your eyes opened instantly and you shook your head, "Fuck." You whispered a little too loud and the driver cleared his throat.

He eyed you through the rear view with a gentle smile, "Are you alright, Ms. Y/N?"

"I'm fine." You croaked out, voice coming out hoarse and hushed.

You finally arrived to your house and you've never been so glad to come home.

The driver helped you out to the car and you gave him a light smile as you thanked him. He watched you until you got into the house before leaving.

You locked the door and dropped your stuff on the floor, kicking the over sized slides off and leaning down into your purse, tugging your phone out. You sighed, running your fingers through your notted hair as you walked through your house.

You stared up at the long staircase that led to upstairs. You felt like you just did leg day at the gym. You took a deep breath and your legs shook as you walked up one step at a time up the stairs, clutching tightly onto the railing before you made it to the bathroom.

You walked inside, setting your phone down by your jacuzzi tub. You flipped on the light and your eyes bugged out.

"Oh my fucking God...." You took in your appearance with a mortified expression. Your makeup was smeared. Hair in a bush, sticking up all over the place. Your neck brandished a dark hickey. You didn't even want to see how you looked under the clothes.

You leaned over to the tub, sitting on the edge of it as you turned the warm water on, letting it fill up. Your dropped a shitload of bath salts and bubble bath into the tub, letting the water get bubbly.

You stood up and went back to the mirror. Taking a shaky breath as you lifted Jungkook's shirt off you and slid his sweatpants down. You stepped out of the clothes, turning around to face yourself in the mirror.

Oh.

Your fingers brushed over a light bruise on your chest right between your breasts. You touched it and flinched lightly. "Ouch." Your eyes then widened as you studied a hickey on your breast.

You've never let a man mark you. How drunk were you?

You trailed your fingers down your stomach before turning around and sighing as you looked over your ass, running your hand over your asscheek. You flinched lightly in pain.

It sucked so bad that you didn't remember anything. You made it a mission to rack your brain and try to remember if it's the only thing you do today.

You turned the sink on and leaned down, washing your face and brushing your teeth before sighing as you turned the tap off. Patting your face dry and slinging your hair into a bun on top of your head.

Your head felt better from the pain killers. But your body was sore. You moved at a turtle pace to the tub, shutting the water off before it got too full. You slowly lifted a leg and made your way into the tub. Sighing out loudly as you sunk into the water. You closed your eyes, head tipping back and resting along the edge of the tub. Your toes poked out a bit from the water and you wiggled them. You sighed again, sinking so that just your head and toes were sticking out of the water. The hot water relaxed your muscles and you groaned, eyelashes fluttering.

Come on, Y/N.... think.

"Wait. I need to deal with fucking Jungkook first." You leaned over the ledge of the tub a bit and dried your hand off before unlocking your phone and opening up your bank account again. You read the wire transfer information again, shaking your head.

Why did it feel wrong to take his money now?

Where did he even get this money?

Not a mafia leader, my ass.

You needed answers. This was getting out of hand.

You rested your cheek along the edge of the tub as you stared at your phone screen. You exhaled softly and leaned back, deciding to leave it be for now.

You closed your eyes again, biting over your lip as you thought back to last night.

You went over the night again. Club. Friends. Drinks. Right, got it. You sighed quietly. Playing with the bubbles surrounding you in the water before his face came into your head.

Jungkook.

Jungkook...

Your mind drifted to him. You thought about his beautiful face. His voice. His touch. How sexy he looked last night. His soft lips on yours.

His big, strong hands.

God, you missed him.

Wait...

You gasped, eyes round as a flashback came back to you suddenly. You touched your chest. Running your fingers over the bruising on it. Your mind played a flashback of him choking you. You recalled his strong forearm pressing into your chest with all his might. The way his eyes looked into yours as he wrecked you.

You could literally feel him right now.

You exhaled shakily. You were throbbing with need. It was still crazy how fast you can get turned on by just thinking of him.

You sunk deeper into the water. Fingers gliding from your chest down to your entrance, running your fingers between your folds before your legs squeezed shut and you sat up abruptly.

"What am I doing? Fuck." You sighed quietly. Eyes closing again as you laid in the water, thankful for your heated tub. The water never went cold. You could stay in there forever. That's what you planned to do until you heard your phone ringing.

You frowned, opening your eyes and seeing that it was your friend calling you.

'If it's not Jungkook, I don't wanna answer.'  You thought to yourself.

You groaned, deciding to ignore her but ended up reaching over and answering anyways.

"Hey girl." She yelled into the phone and you groaned,

"Please don't scream. I have the worst migraine right now."

"I can imagine why." You could feel her smile through the phone.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing... just the fact that you left with that guy last night. Didn't get to see his face. But that ass he had on him was good enough. You had us all worrying about you. But I'm guessing you had a good night." She laughed.

You groaned in response and she laughed even more before speaking,

"Listen, Y/N. I'm on my way over right now. Let's go get some food and do some shopping."

"I'm literally laying in the bathtub right now and have no intentions to move. Please count me out."

"Oh come on. Don't be lame. We're driving to your house right now." You heard her say.

"We?! Who's we?" You asked, looking at your wrinkled fingers from being submerged in the water for so long.

Your other friend chimed in, "Me! But yeah, Y/N. We need to get outfits for this party tomorrow night. I'll explain more in the car."

"Fuck.... wait, what party?"

Wasn't Jungkook making you go to a party as well tomorrow? Or was that next week?  You pretty much lost track of all time. 

"I'll explain more in the car. Don't worry. Just get out of the freaking tub and get dressed. Fast!" They both yelled and you groaned louder before reaching over and ending the call.

Great.

You crawled out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, drying yourself off as you stepped out. You wrapped the towel around you and picked up the clothes you were wearing, tossing them into your laundry hamper before leaning over the tub and letting the water drain.

You walked into your dressing room, plopping down onto your vanity chair and looking at yourself.

"You've had better days, Y/N." You muttered to your reflection. You grabbed your skincare stuff, patting your face with your serum and moisturizer. Before taking your makeup out. You did a minimal look, staining your cheeks with tint and patting highlighter on the tops of your rosy cheeks to give yourself a glow. You concealed the marks left on your neck and breast by dabbing and blending color corrector on your skin. You tapped some lip tint onto your lips and smoothed over some clear lip gloss before getting up.

You slid on a white lacey thong and a matching push up bra before pulling a pair of white Nike tights that made your ass look phenomenal out from a drawer and a tight white crop tank top.

You dressed in the simple but cute outfit before pulling on a fuzzy pink cropped jacket, zipping it up halfway. You brushed your hair out before fixing two pink butterfly clips into either side of your hair so your face was on display. You put on a pair of white hoop earrings and kept Jungkook's necklace on.

His necklace always matched really well with your outfits.

You picked up your favourite white Prada shoulder bag and put your essentials inside before walking out of the bedroom to your shoe closet. You grabbed a pair of white custom Nike sneakers and slid them on after pulling on a pair of socks. 

Your phone buzzed several times and you plucked it out of your bag, thinking it was your friends waiting outside for you.

Your stomach did a flip as you unlocked your phone to Jungkook's texts. 

Kookie - 12:58PM

Hey, princess. You good? Didn't hear from you... 

Princess.

Another flashback came to you. It was Jungkook on top of you, whispering that same nickname against your lips as he kissed you. Good lord. You ached inside to feel him again. You felt like fucking That's So Raven having visions in the middle of the day. 

Your lips pressed into a line as you scrolled down his messages and read the rest of his texts. you inhaled sharply before exhaling, biting over your lower lip. 

Can I come see you later?

I miss you.

You could see him pouting as he texted you. You sighed out dreamily before catching yourself.

"What's wrong with me?"

Deciding not to answer him, you shoved your phone into your bag and made your way down the steps. You walked out of your house and locked the doors before plopping down onto the porch steps and waiting for your friends. You needed to get out today. You couldn't stay indoors and drool over Jungkook all day. 

Was it becoming too much? 

Your friend's white Mercedes pulled up and you sprang up from the step, pushing all thoughts of Jungkook to the back of your mind. A pep in your step as you walked to the car. You still ached but it felt good to get out and hopefully get your mind off Jungkook. 

Well at least that was your intention... 

You slid into the backseat and greeted your friends. They both instantly spun around and demanded for you to spill the tea on last night. They gushed about how hot Jungkook must of been. They only saw the back of him and his side profile because they claimed he was all over you. They wanted more details but you shook your head, 

"I literally don't remember much." You lied, "I mean it's little details here and there." You told them vague details about what you remembered. You didn't want to gush about your sex life like you used to. Sleeping with Jungkook was different. You wanted to keep what little you knew about him to yourself. 

They babbled about the bomb dick they had last night as they drove and you listened. Engaging in the conversation every now and then. You all arrived to the mall and you exited the car. You and your friends all checked each other out, showing off your outfits. You each were sugar babies and loved to show each other what your men gifted you with all the time. For you, it was you custom Nike's gifted to you by a sugar daddy that also happened to be a main shareholder for the brand. He hit you up a few times but you've been too busy with ahem, Mr. Jeon. 

Mr. Jeon. How sexy. 

Your friend linked her arm with yours as you walked into the mall, immediately going to all your favorite stores. You helped your friends find their outfits for the party fairly easily. You were the last one to find an outfit. You were picky with clothes and everything you owned had to fit perfect. You sat in a plush chair with a flute of champagne in your hand, the Givenchy store associate showing you dress options. You politely shook your head at what she showed you before turning to your friend when the associate disappeared to find something else. 

"What's the party about again? You said you'd explain in the car." 

"Oh right! Sooo... there's a little surprise guest coming to the party. Well... not little. Really big. Like we're talking seven member big. If you get what I'm saying." 

The fuck was she on about now? You never understood what your friend was talking about. She was a publicist that always seemed to know all the gossip on everyone. You were never into celebrity gossip. 

"No I don't know... I'm gonna guess and say One direction?" You mumbled, raising a brow before putting your empty champagne flute down as the store worker came back to you. 

You've pretty much been listening to the same five songs for years. You didn't follow Hollywood and all that nonsense. Your friend however was very invested in all of the latest celebrity parties and functions. She was the one with the invite to that club last night. It was probably a good thing knowing her then since that's how you met up with Jungkook last night.

"No, silly! It's- oh." Her mouth dropped as the worker came out with a dress. Her round eyes popping out as she took a sip of her champagne. "This is it, Y/N." 

"Yes! That's the one." Your other friend pointed to the white, backless dress. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at it and then at you, "You need to try it on, Y/N. It's going to look perfect on you." 

You shifted in the chair, eyeing the dress. You hummed and glanced at your friend's faces. They were awestruck by the dress. You glanced at the associate and the poor girl looked like she was done with all three of you. 

"Alright. I'll try it on." You nodded and stood up, unzipping your jacket and draping it over the chair before following the worker to the dressing rooms. 

You stood in the dressing room after taking your clothes off. Thankful for the white underwear you had on. You slid the dress on, having to shimmy a bit to get it up but other than that, it was a perfect fit. You turned around, looking your shoulder at yourself. It was completely backless. It was extremely tight and fitting. It hugged every curve you had and even made you see curves you didn't know existed. You turned around and admired the dip at the cleavage, making your girls look nice and round. The dress cut off mid thigh, shaping you out nicely and making your ass look perfect. 

It was the one. 

You took a breath and stepped out of the dressing room, your friends waiting for you with eager eyes. Their mouths dropped to the floor as they took you in. 

"Damn girl. I'll fuck you myself tomorrow if you don't meet anyone." Your friend whistled at you and you laughed, turning around and looking at yourself in the full length mirror. 

Everyone in the store stole glances at you. Even the workers eyeing you with curiosity, desire and even jealousy. You smiled, taking one more look at yourself before nodding to the store worker with a smile, 

"I'll take it." 

...

After paying for your dress, you and your friends browsed the mall. Your shopping bags hung at your sides, hair flipping back and forth as you walked. You felt even better after putting on that dress. You couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

"Yeah so you were telling us who'd be at the party, right?" You looked at your friend as you both joined the massive lineup for the Samsung popup store. She wanted to get the newest pair of headphones that came out and forced you all to wait with her in the line. You didn't mind anyways. It was nice catching up with your girlfriends. 

"Oh! Right! So as I was saying... it's not one direction, Y/N... it's even bigger than that. How could you not know?" She leaned in extremely close to you as she whispered, her voice octaves lower than the way it usual is. She could of kissed you if she wanted to with how close in promixity she was. 

"I literally still listen to backstreet boys so..." You whispered back with a laugh, looking at her, "What's the big secret? I mean who are they? How famous can the be that you can't say?" 

"They're that famous." She whispered as she pointed with her eyes to the large LED display infront of you. 

You blinked. Trying to register what she was saying before a bunch of girls near you pulled their phones out, almost screeching as the display came on the screen. 

Drake? 

No... not even close. 

Justin Bieber? 

Try again, babes. 

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the screen. Throat closing up on you. Your eyes widening like melons. Jaw dropping to your feet.

In front of your face was fucking Jungkook smiling right at you promoting the newest gadget that was released. The shopping bags in your hands almost fell. Your knees buckled and you had to leaned against a wall for support.

Frantic eyes trailing over the screens. You counted seven faces. Seven familiar faces. 

"W-Who..." You whispered, voice coming out in a strained croak.

Your other friend looked at you as if you were an alien, tilting her head and in the most matter of factly voice she said, 

"That's BTS, Y/N. Don't tell me you don't know these guys. Where have you been living? Under Patrick's rock?" Her voiced drowned out as you stared at the screen. 

You looked at their faces. So handsome. So happy. Smiling right fucking at you as they showed off these phones or were they computers? You didn't remember now. All you were focused on were their beautiful, flawless faces looking back at you. 

Your mind went to those nights at the clubs where you saw them. You remembered their smiles as they chilled at the tables and stripper stages. Drinks in hand, women in their laps. Jungkook's sweet baby face looked at you through the screen as you stared in horror. 

That wasn't the face you were riding last night. 

Your legs trembled, all color in your face drained. You stayed propped up against the wall. A cold sweat trickling down your back. 

"Right... silly me." You tried to laugh but you couldn't move your face. You heart was thumping in your throat, your head throbbing at the same time. Your friend's didn't even notice your silent meltdown. 

"Who's your favorite, Y/N?" Your friend grinned as she stared in awe at the ad, basically drooling. 

"I-I don't know..." You stammered, chest starting to pain as you struggled to take a breath. 

"Mine is Jungkook. I'd definitely throw it back for him." Your other friend gushed, hand over her heart. 

You felt as if you were about to puke. Your hand went to your mouth and you steadied yourself before putting on a face and looking at your friends, covering the J.K necklace over your neck as you faced them, pulling yourself off the wall as you tried to stand up straight. 

"I'll be right back, girls. I need to pee." You tried to smile, lips tense and face muscles strained. You probably looked like the green fucking goblin right now. "Stay in the line." You told them, knowing they would want to leave the line to go with you. 

They smiled and told you to hurry up and you nodded before getting out of the line. You turned and walked in the direction of the washrooms at a calm pace until you were out of sight. You moved straight pass the washroom and headed to the exit of the mall instead. 

Once you were outside, you started walking, eyes on the ground. Tugging your bags with you. Your pace quickened as you walked until you were almost running. You had no idea where you were going but you just needed to go. 

Tears blurred your vision, making it difficult to see where you were going. You stumbled a bit and almost fell before you gave up. You slumped onto a bench at a random park, bags falling to the gravelled ground. Your head hung, shoulder slumping into yourself as you cried. 

You couldn't give a damn if anyone saw you right now. 

How could he hide something like this from you? 

You were hurt. Scared. Disgusted. 

How didn't you see. Their faces are all over the place. You weren't living under Patrick's rock. You were living in his fucking asshole. You sniffed, tugging your phone out of your bag and opening up Google. You typed up BTS and searched them. You scrolled through the articles about them, running your fingers over a picture of them smiling brightly. 

Y/N.. what did you just get yourself into?

You slammed your phone down onto the table, head going into your hand as you tried to breathe. 

You needed answers and now. 

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it. A trembling finger hovering over Jungkook's name. 

You wanted to call him up and scream at him. What was he thinking? Is he fucking out of his mind? But you didn't want to talk to him at the same time. You were too angry to talk to him right now. 

Feeling confused, lost and in pieces, you hovered over the only name you knew you'd be able to talk to without having to face Jungkook. 

You pressed the name and held the phone to your ear, sniffling again and wiping your tears away as you tried to sound casual, 

"Hi Jimin, it's Y/N. Do you have a minute?" 

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A/N Thanks for reading :)