It was pouring buckets and my life was falling apart slowly, as Mom and Jungkook had apparently decided to become best friends all of a sudden.

Neither of them have ever been that nice to me.

"And look," Jungkook scrolled through his phone, mom's umbrella protecting it from the rain while he showed her even more photos, both of them having disgustingly delighted smiles on their faces (both for different reasons), "-here she's babysitting Jee. He regularly comes over to spent time with us."

"Oh, I would've never thought that my little gremlin child would like to take care of kids!" Mom exclaimed happily.

"I DON'T!" I shouted at them, pissed that she'd rather protect Jungkook's phone than her own daughter.

"Here she's reading him a book." Jungkook went on nonchalantly, "Look, she even let's him sit on her lap."

"WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE PICTURES OF THIS?!"

I got ignored again. God fucking dammit.

I can't believe these two were really bonding over photos Jungkook, this creep, had taken of me in secret, as if I was a newborn whose pics are being passed around.

"We're here!" I hoped to grab their attention, when we reached the large gym hall were my cousin would have her performance, but of course they didn't react, too immersed in a picture of me and Jee watching TV together.

Besides changing the topic for my traitorous mother and roommate was I really happy to get somewhere warm and dry. Out here it was pissing it down, water soaking through my jacket and making me feel all gross and uncomfortable - not to mention my wet socks, god I hate wet socks.

There were occasional grumbles of distant thunder, sounding threatening the closer they approached and the grey clouds covering the sky had me wishing to be bundled up in a blanket and watch the thunderstorm from the safety of my apartment, rather than walking out here in he cold, were raindrops were piercing though my clothes and freezing my fingers.

I stopped in front of the entrance of the gym hall, briefly considering waiting for the two menaces trailing behind, before I realized that my personal comfort was by far more important that politeness.

Hot air fanned into my face as soon as I pushed the doors open, immediately wiggling out of my soaking wet jacket to hang it up to dry.

Mom and Jungkook were just entering the building as well, as I assessed my surroundings, my usual anxiety in unknown places setting in. Mom had been right though - there weren't quite as many people as I originally imagined, maybe around forty, which would thin out in the huge hall.

But right now they were all gathered around a group of six girls styled in an overwhelming amount of glittery tops and makeup, short school-girl skirts and white trainers adding to their trainee look.

"Let's greet Miyeon, should we?" Mom proposed, reaching out a hand for me, who eyed the small crowd of strangers skeptically.

Jungkook's eyes jumped between me and the group of girls, before he tapped on my shoulder lightly, "How about we go find our seats already? And your mom can go ahead and greet your cousin?"

I nodded thankfully, shoulders slumping down in relief, while I followed Jungkook up the rows of seats, until we reached the very top of the auditorium.

"Really?" Jungkook looked at me blankly, "All the way up?"

I shrugged, "Your eye sight can't be that bad, Jeon."

"That's not what I meant--"

"Shut up, they're starting."

Mom ended up not following us up here, throwing me a slightly vexed glare while she sat down in one of the lowest rows, arms crossed while she watched Miyeon dance her ass off for the minuscule audience in front of her.

I don't really know Miyeon that well, all I remember is short visits at my aunts place, where my cousin had a room full of posters with various boy groups and actors. She's a really beautiful girl and has always been rather confident about it, as far as I remember.

It makes sense that she'd want to become an idol and I really wish her all the best with it, but to be honest - as I was watching her performance I kind of saw why the audience was so small.

"God, they suck." My elbows were resting on the seat in front of me, chin resting in my palms while I watched the six girls try their best.

"They're making an effort - you can see their passion for this." Jungkook retorted, leaned back into his seat with crossed arms. His hair was still wet from the rain, looking wild and untamed in the way he'd just carelessly brushed it back, legs spread apart as his whole posture was relaxed, "I can appreciate that." He side-eyed me, "Unlike certain others."

My head whipped around, recalling the past night that I spent awake working on my new manga update, parallel with finishing my uni assignment, "What is that supposed to mean, asshole?"

"Hey, hey that's not what I meant." He threw up his hands dismissively, "You are incredibly talented Bambi, you know what I think about your art. I've just never seen you look passionate about anything."

I frowned, "Or maybe that's just my resting-bitch-face, dipshit."

He shrugged, dropping his hands into his lap again, "Maybe." His eyes darted back to the dancing girls underneath us, expression neutral.

Their performance was over sooner than expected, the next round of trainees swooping in, together with new audience members, who I assumed were relatives who only came for their little girls dancing.

Miyeon joined her mother first. I watched them discuss something excitedly, both mother and daughter's hands flailing in exaggerated gestures while my aunt had a wide smile on her face. After sometime of talking, my mom pointed up at where Jungkook and I were sitting, Miyeon's eyes following her finger until we made eye contact, sour expression appearing on her face.

Woah there, I'm sorry you little shit. Whatever I did to you.

Soon, Miyeon joined us in our little isolated space, looking very upset with her sour frown and crossed arms. Her eyes were stubbornly fixated on the group performing, trying her best to ignore us.

"Why is she upset?" Jungkook asked, loud enough that she could hear us, eyeing her.

"She's stuck up here with us losers." I answered plainly, before looking back at he stage as well.

Jungkook was quiet for a quick second, before he nodded, "...oh. Yeah. I can see that."

"I am not stuck up here with you." Miyeon corrected, addressing me for the first time tonight.

"Okay." I gestured down towards my aunt and mother, whom I know were the reason for why she was sitting up here with us, "You're free to go then."

Miyeon snorted, looking away. God, she was in a bad mood.

"S' that like... a family thing?" Jungkook asked, looking at me with an impish grin, "Being a little minx?"

I elbowed him in the side, making him hiss out in pain - he totally deserved that though.

The sudden movement made Miyeon avert her gaze, looking fully at Jungkook for the first time. As expected, she smiled.

"Are you a trainee too?" She asked sweetly, voice having gone up a few octaves.

I rolled my eyes, leaning back into my seat. I really didn't need to hear their flirting.

I heard the friendly smile in Jungkook's voice when he answered, "No, no. I just came here to watch you with Y/N."

"Oh, you came to watch me?" She said the last word with a little too much excitement. Not cute, Miyeon.

Jungkook nodded, "Yeah, I think you did great."

"Thank you." She giggled idiotically, "You know, I almost mistook you for an idol just now."

"Oh? Why?" Really Jungkook?

"You just look like one. Have you ever modeled?"

Jungkook chuckled, "No, not at all. I'd rather be the one behind the camera than in front of it."

"You do photographing? That's so cool!" 

While these two were immersed in their conversation I took out my phone, opening my mother's contact.

Mom, we'll leave?

Already?

I just came here for Miyeon, mom

And there are a lot more people coming

...fine

but let your aunt drive you, the weather is fucking terrible

sure, thanks

I locked my phone, looking up at my aunt, who was slowly climbing up the stairs. Again, I don't know her that well but in that moment she seemed like the nicest person I ever met.

"Hey, Miyeon darling, I'll quickly take Y/N and her friend home, okay?" She smiled friendly down at us, like the older copy of her daughter.

"Already?" Miyeon pouted, eyes like that of a kicked puppy.

Yeah, Miyeon. Already. 

My aunt dropped us off a few meters away from our apartment, which wasn't really a problem since the rain had pretty much stopped by now.

"Did you really hate the whole event that much?" Jungkook nudged my side, "That we had to leave so early?"

I grimaced, "If leaving meant I'd be freed from  witnessing your gross flirting I'd do it anytime."

"Aww is lil' Bambi jealous?" He cooed when we reached the entrance door.

"Nu-uh not a chance, you delusional fuck."

He cackled, "Then would you do the same if I started flirting with you?"

"Totally. 100%, Yes." I answered decidedly.

Jungkook's eyes lit up and I could practically see the sign 'challenge accepted' flicker over his head.

Oh no-

He crowded me in front of the door, playful glint in his eyes while he did that cliché move where the guy puts the hand against the wall, next to the girl's head, "Is that so, Bambi?" He said in an overly sweet tone, lips very close to my ear, "Do I make you feel like running away right now?" I could feel his breath on my skin.

I stared at him unimpressed, lifting up my keys, "Yes. Now could I please...?" I prayed that Jungkook didn't notice my shaking hands.

My idiot roommate laughed, backing off while he wouldn't stop wheezing, head thrown back and hands holding his sides. I grumbled something to myself while unlocking the damned door, shaking hands making that not very easy for me.

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Miyeon performed Hip by Mamamoo, if you want to know why Jungkook liked it

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