[before....]

It was quiet at first, the both of you walking in awkward silence just as you imagined

-until he said the most shocking question you ever imagined. Causing you to completely stop in your tracks and almost drop your damn phone! Who the fuck did he think he was, DID THE RETARD WANT TO DIE?!

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(A/N: I know I haven't posted recently but I will soon don't worry, it's just i'm dealing with all these tests and school shit before thanksgiving break. Its a little long [2514 words] because there was originally supposed to be a part three as well but i just decided to put them together into pt2. So here's the ending you all finally wanted!)

"Don't kill me but why do you still have that Disney bra?" Jungkook questioned out with curiousness, abruptly breaking the silence.

"E-excuse me?" You questioned out, startled. Your vision went from the ground to immediately glare into his eyes. Lips pressed into a thin line as you felt a wave of anger bubble up instead of you, fuming with what to say.  First off you wanted to take the umbrella and stick it up his asshole, but then again you were also surprised he remembered it. Your mother had got it for you when you were younger, still best friends with Jungkook. It was too big on you and you both were joking about burning it in a bonfire, laughing at how ugly it was. You never threw it away though, just in case in the future maybe you could make a bonfire together.

"God its not my fault your shirt is see through," he muttered out while rolling his eyes, pushing you forward to get you walking again.

You knew your cheeks were bright red at this point, quickly glancing down to see the water had drenched your shirt, making your purple bra visible. Murmuring curse words under your breath you quickly zipped up your jacket, crossing your arms across your chest in frustration.

The rain had grown by this time, the heavy raindrops belting down on the flimsy umbrella. A shiver was constantly running up your spine, teeth chattering as you wished you were back home in your bed. In tune Jungkook was also equally freezing, but just didn't show it, more worried about you at the moment. He had been trying to ignore your shivering and sniffles while you both walked in silence again, but it got on his nerves after a while.

"We're closer to my house then yours, you can stay there until it stops raining, then i'll walk you back home," He finally spoke out, shoving his hand in his pocket as he fumbled to find his keys.

Biting your lip you again considered your choices for the multiple time that day. A warm house was too tempting though, so you swallowed up your pride and just gave him a small nod in agreement.

"See agreeing with me for once isn't that bad," he smirked out with a teasing laugh, breaking away the awkwardness you both had since talking.

"Shut up your getting on my nerves," you shot back with a grin, pushing his shoulder slightly.

You both continued to bicker back and forth, calling each other names and laughing. It helped take away the bitterness of the rain, and the coldness you both were walking through. Even filling up the emptiness between both of your used to be friendship as well.

After a couple more minutes of walking, you both finally arrived, stopping in front of the driveway to his house. Sighing, you tried to conceal your small smile at the sight in front of you. The small one story house still had its faded blue color, the windows now filled with potted plants though, the lights brightly lit inside. A different car besides his dads mustang was now parked in front of the small garage. The old door repainted dark brown, while wind-chimes hung over the small patio. It changed slightly in appearance, but you could still remember the countless times you hung over after school and on weekends.

Jungkook glanced down at you, watching your eyes take in all the changes and differences since you were gone. "You know we should probably go inside before we both get even more wet," he suggested with a shrug, smiling when you laughed.

You quickly jumped up the steps, following Jungkook as he entered the house. Nervously placing your hands in your pockets, and taking off your wet shoes by the door since that's what he did. The last time you came over to his house was before his dad remarried, and you guys stopped talking around the time his parents were going through the divorce. So now you sort of felt like an intruder in an unknown place, you could clearly see the differences right as you stepped in the living room. With all the new family photos, furniture, and stuff pilled everywhere. So unlike his last mother who had everything clean, always teasing you both when you were little kids for running round and making a mess.

"Janet's probably in the kitchen, she's not very good at Korean though," Jungkook added as he slug his backpack on the sofa, glancing at your confused expression, "Oh...she's my dads wife, best if you try to ignore her," he bitterly added, walking down the hallway to his room as if he expected you to follow. Instead you just stood in the same spot, leaning back and forth on your heels.

Nervously fixed the straps of your backpack though, you peeked through the dinning room that would led to the kitchen, but then glanced back at the hallway. You knew you should have followed Jungkook back to his room, but the temptation was getting to you. Besides his stepmother wouldn't be that bad right? Why did it sound like he despised her? With those thoughts in your head you quickly made the decision in haste, walking to the kitchen and opening the door quietly. Although the floorboards squeaking under you gave away your position, causing Janet to suddenly turn to face your direction.

Blonde hair with brown streaks, and big green eyes framed with eyeliner, she was totally a foreigner. Her fingers were holding a wooden spoon, in front a pot of something sweet smelling cooking on the stove. An apron was covering her black vintage skull T-shirt, ripped jeans with panda socks underneath. Basically something you desperately needed in your wardrobe, where did she even find stuff like that? You can only get those clothes if you shop online, but it takes ages to deliver. 

"Uh can I help you? Also who are you in fact?" The lady asked with confusion in fairly okay Korean pronunciation. She snapped you out of your shopping daydream though, embarrassingly bowing and stepping forward to stop in front of her.

"Ah sorry I'm jungkooks classmate, y/n. It was raining when we were walking home, so he said I could stay here until the rain calmed down. But don't worry i'll leave now, I don't want to bother or disturb anyone," you quickly replied in fluent English, bowing again. Honestly right now you just wanted to leave, this was an awkward day.

"Wait you don't have to go! I was just curious that's all, in fact your English is really good...way better then my Korean," she laughed out, setting the spoon down on the table as she wiped her hands on a towel, a chuckle slipping past your own lips.

"My name is Janet, nice to meet you darling," she spoke out, putting her hand out for you to shake, which you did with a smile.

But before you could reply Jungkook walked into the kitchen, staring at the both of you with his eyes switching back and forth on who to look at. A heavy silence filled the room as you both slowly let go of each other's hands.

"I thought I said follow me...," he finally muttered out at you, glaring slightly as he grabbed your wrist, and pulled you behind him, out the kitchen. You tried protesting, pulling your hand away from his when you both stopped in front of his room.

"Yah! Why are you being like this? I was just talking to her for gods sake," you shot back, frowning as you crossed your arms.

"I'm not mad at you talking to her you idiot, I'm mad that your talking to her instead of me. The rain is going to stop soon and I need to tell you this before you leave," he sighed out with frustration, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall.

You wanted so badly to scream at him and leave this house, to go back to how you both used to be a few days ago. You didn't want to be reminded of this broken friendship, and you definitely didn't want his pity. In fact there was no point of you staying here, sure it was nice talking to him. But it's only going to cause pain and longing later on.

"Well I don't want to hear it. I'm going to go now, goodbye. I'd prefer we don't talk about this, or talk to each other, again," you quickly muttered out, turning to walk away.

He stopped you though, just like he always managed to do. Grabbing your hand this time, he pulled you into his room, shutting the door behind him with a loud click. Teeth clenched and eyes sharp he pinned your hand and body against his wall, leaning in close to look down at your bewildered form.

"Three years ago I was convicted of injuring your father in a car crash. Three years ago I was out with my friends. I was stupid, I got drunk. I was walking home alone when your father pulled up next to me on the highway in his car. When he found out what happened he demanded to take me home, I was too wasted to argue so I got in. Later on when we were still driving someone passed a red light, your dad tried to turn left but we still got crashed by the SUVs trunk. It was a hit and run, they left their car and ran away before the cops came. Your dad got hit by impact the most, I just got scratched. Turns out the person driving the other car was one of the people who got drunk with us, he used my car that was still at my friends place to pick up his girlfriend without telling anyone. I-I was scared so I called the police, they found out the car was mine and thought I was drunk driving and hit your dad. When I found you sobbing in the hospital...and you actually thought I hurt your dad- I wanted to throw up. I would never do something like that, I thought you knew me...but you didn't believe it. Which I wouldn't blame you with the evidence against me. When your dad woke up I thought he would be able to tell everyone what really happened that night, but he couldn't remember what happened. Thank god he still had the rest of his memory intact. After that day you avoided me and we became like this, and everyday it kills me that you still have this memory of me as an almost murderer."

The words that slipped past his lips we're like knifes cutting through you. You blinked back the tears from your eyes, but that didn't stop your shaky breathing. You felt the weight on your chest finally fall away, now you could look at him without felling a stabbing sensation of betrayal.

"You r-really didn't do it..." you whispered out, your hands falling limping to your sides as he let go, enveloping your sobbing self in a hug. Burying your face in his chest finally letting the tears fall, clenching on his shirt tightly as you cried out your frustration and heartbreak.

Your life had spiraled out of control when you heard about your fathers incident and what Jungkook had to do with it. From that day on you just couldn't look him in the face, you ignored him because it was too hard to look into his eyes and be his friend- with what he had supposedly done.

And he gave you time to heal you realized, he let you drift away from him to get better. He waited all this time to finally explain, so it wouldn't shock you. Because if he would have told you this two years ago, you would have never believe him.

Pulling away from you he had tears in his own eyes, his lips forming a sad smile as he let out a shaky breath, "Remember we were going to go out on our first date three years ago? W-we had everything planned out?" He murmured out, a small smile on your own lips as you remembered.

"We were really looking forward to that...even had the time precisely set up," you laughed out, wiping away your tears as you glanced back up at him.

warning: sort of intense 13+

With him looking down at you- you felt your heart and time just stay on pause for a moment. One action after another led to something you only dreamed of, and scolded yourself about, to happen. His lips got closer, your eyes shut, his breath on yours as you felt your heart beating so hard that it would bounce out of your chest.

Softness parting over your own lips, that's how it started. Tongues clashing and you both gravitating towards each other. In an emotion you could only describe as longing.

His body pressed up against yours as you tried to mold yourself to his. Intense and breathless, you could feel the need of both of you as he slid one of his legs between yours.

Temptation, it was driving you insane the way his hot breath traveled to your neck and fluttered against your skin. His teeth leaving hot trails in its wake, his lips making you press yourself harder against him with every point of contact.

Moans, you could feel his grunts and breath by your ear, making a shiver run up your spine as his arms snaked their way around your waist.

Well at least they did for a second before you heard footsteps outside the door, killing the mood completely as you both looked at each other with wide eyes. As if a dear caught in headlights, stunned to the spot. Until you finally realized the situation and hurriedly separated, fixing your hair and clothes, Jungkook jumping on his bed while you stumbled to the bookshelf and pulled out a random book.

Janet peeked into the room, her eyes bright as she has a curious smile on her face. The both of you just gave her nervous smiles as well, trying to calm your own breathing down.

"I heard a lot of noise, are you two watching Fifty Shades of Gray?"