Warning: (M), Language
Length: 2771 words
Summary: “No strings attached”- that’s the rule I followed. Until it came to bite me in the ass.
As soon as he turned the corner, Yoongi’s smile vanished. He didn’t know why he was doing this again after so long. He had Yura, and even though she wasn’t an official girlfriend, they still went on dates and spent nights together. He hadn’t even spoken to her since he left her at that restaurant.
Yura didn’t know him like y/n did. Yura didn’t know about his anger or his drinking. He wanted to start afresh- not by stopping his habits, but by hiding them. Because y/n...the only girl he’d ever loved walked out of his life because of those very habits.
He had kissed her. After so long, he had kissed her. Yoongi didn’t know what came over him. The plan was to take it slow, wait until she was read to come back to him- which he knew she eventually would.
Y/n didn’t have to say it- Yoongi knew she still loved him. This Jungkook character was a concern a week ago, but Yoongi was secretly delighted to hear him and y/n were no longer friends. Him being out of the picture was a lot easier for Yoongi. He didn’t want to be competing with a younger, stronger guy.
So now he had nothing to worry about. All he could hope was that y/n would let the past go, and come back to him. After all, they still loved each other. Right?
I slowly crouched down to grab my keys, still in shock at Jungkook’s words. Now normally, I would have a comeback, or just start yelling in his face, but his words struck a nerve. I didn’t know why, but knowing that’s what he saw me as, hurt.
“You should get back”, I spoke quietly, my voice wavering. “Minhae’s gonna be wondering where you are.”
Breathing was becoming difficult, the tightening in my chest starting to cause me physical pain. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, still infuriated.
“And what are you gonna do once I leave? Huh? Get drunk? Call Jimin for a quickie? Call that son of a bitch?”
“What I’m gonna do”, I whispered, “Is have a nice, hot shower, maybe order takeout. Then I’m gonna watch some TV. And whilst I do all that, I’m gonna think about how saying ‘no’ to you was the best fucking decision I ever made.”
Of course I didn’t mean it. But from the furious glint in Jungkook’s dark eyes, it was pretty evident that after seeing me with Yoongi, he hated me. I turned to walk to my door. “And I was wrong. You and that lowlife? You’e perfect for each other.”
Unlocking the door, I turned around to add one more thing. “Oh! And good luck finding someone else to fuck when you eventually get bored of her again.”
I didn’t get to hear what he had to say because I slammed the door in his face. I heard his muffled voice exclaim “Fuck!”, in frustration, but shortly after he walked off, probably to get back to that date he left like the romantic person he was.
I quickly let Jimin know all was well, before hopping into the shower, trying to forget that the previous hour even happened. It was many hours later, when I was curled up on the sofa in my pyjamas, that I got a call from Jungkook.
I declined the call twice, but eventually answered, knowing he wouldn’t give up.
“What?”, I asked flatly, as soon as I accepted the call.
“Is this y/n?” An annoying high-pitched voice made me grit my teeth and I instantly knew it was Minnie.
“The one and only. May I ask, to whom to I owe the displeasure?” I knew already, but I thought I’d act innocent, in case Jungkook was busted- or for some crazy reason he had confessed to seeing me while he was with her.
“My name is Minhae, and I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend. I saw he had a girls contact in his phone, so I thought I’d call you up.”
“Oh, he told me about you! Yeah, I’ve heard a lot. Mainly how much of a whore you are but you know. Ain’t nobody judging.” Before she could respond, I asked, “Why couldn’t you just ask him who the hell I was instead of calling me at this hour?”
“Because he lies all the time. For example, I’m NOT a whore. So..who the hell are you?” I could tell she was getting impatient, and as much as I really didn't like her, I knew Jungkook ‘loved’ her as he’d reminded me many times, so I didn’t tell her the truth.
“Cousin. I’m his cousin, y/n.”It was the first thing that came into my head.
“His cousin?”, she sounded incredulous.
“Second cousin twice removed to be exact bitch, what the fuck do you want?”
“Huh. I guess having no manners runs in the family.” She moved away from the phone, presumably to talk to Jungkook. “I guess you’re in the clear”, before moving back.
“OK, have a nice night doing whatever the fuck you were doing. Bye now.” And with that she hung up on me. My blood was boiling. Jungkook was dating the she-devil. No doubt about it.
I sighed, shoveling more food in my mouth, trying to zone out to whatever mind-numbing programme was on the screen. Before, when Taehyung told me he had a girlfriend, part of me pitied him, having to be tied down in a relationship- I knew how tiring that could get.
But I was slowly starting to envy him. He was happy. He was content. And if I looked at a single person like Jimin, he was...kind of just getting through life. He even told me that at his age, having no one felt like a part of his life was still missing. He felt incomplete.
But what confused me were people like me and Jungkook. How could we be happy in relationships like ours? I didn’t know about him, but I felt trapped. This wasn’t what love should feel like. Love was those first couple of weeks I had with Yoongi before he ruined everything.
It wasn’t even five minutes later, my phone started to ring again. Lo and behold, it was Jungkook. I tutted in annoyance and declined it. I didn’t have time for this. This time I declined four times before picking up.
“What?”, I snapped in frustration.
“I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t think she’d call you”, Jungkook’s voice made me freeze. “I got so mad at how she doubted me and how she spoke to you that I kicked her out.”
“You can’t exactly get mad at her for doubting you”, I commented wryly. “You were cheating.” He stayed silent for a minute, before saying, “Thank you for not telling her the truth.”
“Hey, what are cousins for?”
The sound of his melodious laugh made me smile. We both stayed on the line, and as corny as it sounds, I sensed that he didn’t want to hang up either. “Y/n?...”
“Hmm?”, I hummed in response, having just taken another bite of my tea. “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean any of that.”
I swallowed hastily and replied indignantly, “Apolgy accepted...jackass. But you totally meant it.”
“Did to. ‘Some weak, pathetic girl wanting nothing but sex and approval.’ That’s what you said, if I recall correctly. And you meant it, I could tell.”
“Look, I saw you with him, and I snapped, OK? You’re not weak or pathetic. You’re y/n. You’re amazing, brilliant, beauti-”
“-Tell me something new”, I cut in, trying not to laugh at his terrible attempt at making me feel better.
“And I love you”, he finished without hesitation. The smile left my face. He didn’t...he couldn’t.
“N-no you don’t, idiot. You’re with someone.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“Yeah, you said you kicked her out. Not that you left her.”
“I left her for good. I don’t want anything to do with someone like that. She’s intrusive, loud, rude...the list goes on.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from saying ‘But I’m all those things too’.
“I love you”, he repeated. “In fact, why don’t you open the door, so I can show you how much I love you?” I put the food to the side and jumped up in alarm. “What? You’re here?”
I went to the window and peeked through the blinds, squinting my eyes to try and see him in the dark. I shrieked into the phone when his face popped up out of nowhere, and I saw him grimace at the sound in his ear. “Ow.”
I apologised and went to open the door, uncharacteristically nervous to come face to face with him. He stood there, phone still on his ear, gazing at me, an already intense look in his eyes. “Hi.”
I was mirroring his actions, my phone still on my ear. “Hi.” He grinned and stepped inside, pocketing his phone and pulling me into a hug. I reached out behind him to shut the door before I tentatively hugged him back. Jungkook rarely hugged, and it felt...nice.
“I’m so sorry”, he murmured into my hair. He slowly started to walk forwards- making me take small steps back, until my back gently hit the wall. His hands ran down my sides as he pulled away from me. “Why don’t you ever say it back?”
I looked up at him. “Say what?”
He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I love you.”
Jungkook was throwing that L-word around a lot, I had noticed. “I like the shirt you have on today”, I changed the subject, running my hand down his clothed chest. He grabbed my wrist to halt the movement.
“Look, if you don’t feel the same way., just tell me.” I shut my eyes and let my hand fall limp in his tight grip. “It’s not that I don’t feel the same way Jungkook. If I didn’t feel the same way, I wouldn’t have opened the door. It’s just...hard when I associate that word with someone else.”
For me, the word ‘love’ was a connotation for ‘Yoongi’, even to that day. I waited for Jungkook to up and leave but to my surprise, he gently placed his hand on the side of my neck. “Well then...let’s make you forget about that someone else”, he whispered.
He leaned down to press his lips against mine, excruciatingly slowly, which again was odd for Jungkook. I pulled him closer to me, the pace of my movements matching his.
Without warning, he lowered further to my jawline, leaving a trail of kisses up until my collarbones. He sucked at the delicate skin and I threw my head back at the sensation. I hadn’t been treated like this in a long time. No one took their time with me- I was only there to fuck. So this felt good.
When I finally elicited a moan, I felt his smile against my skin and he pulled back.”I just really wanted to see you”, he sighed. “Especially after what I said earlier.” He scratched the back of his head. “I guess I should go, it’s getting late.”
To his surprise, I grabbed his arm. “Please don’t leave.”
So that night, Jungkook stayed over at mine, and funnily enough, I had no nightmares haunted by Min Yoongi.
Jungkook felt relieved when he let that toxic bitch go. She had the audacity to accuse him when he had caught her a week ago. How did he ever love her? Why did he agree to go on a date when he couldn’t even stand to look at her face? He knew why- he felt alone.
He needed someone to fill the gap y/n had left- so he agreed to see Minhae. But calling up y/n like that was the last straw.
He wanted to see her again, hear her voice again. The image of her shocked face after he had yelled those horrid things wouldn’t leave his mind.
And he was surprised, but happy at how she wanted him to stay the night. The two of them snuggled on her bed as she started to nod off in his arms.
He was in deep thought, wondering if y/n would ever get over that bastard Yoongi when she whispered, half asleep “I love you too”, making his eyes widen. He could only hope she had mumbled that with him in mind, and not her ex.
Yoongi was woken up by an unwelcome phone call at 8 am. He was about to ignore it when he saw it was y/n.
He heard a familiar male voice in the background, pressing her to “Tell him, go on” and “It’s OK, I’m here”, and he was immediately fully awake.
“Yoongi”, y/n started in a small voice. “I’m...I’m sorry Yoongi, we can’t see each other again.” His face hardened.
“No. No, you can’t do this. Not again. What kinda games are you trying to pla here, y/n?”
“There’s no games Yoongi, I promise you. I just can’t trust myself around you. Who knows what would have happened yesterday if Jungkook hadn’t turned up?”
“Cut the crap. What’s really going on?”
“I...don’t see you in that way anymore. And I’ve moved on. It’s time you did too.” Despite himself, Yoongi barked out a laugh. “You’ve moved on? Very funny.”
“I have”, she insisted. She sounded like she was on the verge of crying. “I don’t love you anymore Yoongi.”
Those words were like a stab to the heart. And it didn’t help that she actually sounded serious. “Is Jungkook with you?”
“Like I said”, she whispered. “I’ve moved on. I’m sorry Yoongi.” And just like that she hung up. Yoongi stared at the device in his hand for a moment, and when her words finally sunk in, he threw the phone towards the wall in a bout of rage.
He screamed, letting out his frustration. Jungkook had won. He had lost. He had lost the thing he cherished most. He had lost his y/n.
Jimin smiled sadly at the phone in his hand. He’d just received a call on his way to work from y/n. She was crying and laughing at the same time- he honestly thought she had been drunk
She and Jungkook were together as of this morning, and she had called to say obviously no more hook ups. He told her he understood, and that they’d still remain friends. He also congratulated her and told he he’d pass the message on to Taehyung when he woke up.
Now it was his tun to find his other half.
Jimin laughed to himself at the memory of y/n and his parents at dinner. After all, if his parents could like y/n...well, they’d like anyone. Maybe he could bring along Taehyung in drag, see what they’d say to that. His smile widened.
He was happy for y/n. If anyone deserved someone it was her- he just hoped she was wrong about Jungkook turning out like Yoongi.
I leaned back into the sofa, feeling exhausted - and it was only 8:30 am. I had told the two people that needed to know about my relationship. Jimin offered to pass the message onto Taehyung too, and as much as I loved Taehyung, I didn’t know if I could deal with his overly happy phone call when he found out.
Jungkook caressed my thigh. “Well done princess. I know that took guts, I’m proud of you.”
I leaned on him. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad”, I lied. His amused hum was all the confirmation I needed to know he knew I was lying.
“Hey, Jungkook”, I said, grabbing his hand and intertwining my fingers with his.
“Promise me one thing. Promise me you’ll never change.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I promise you, I’ll never change.”
I knew the wee only words, but I still gave a satisfied sigh, as if his words were now law.
“Promise me you’ll never knee me in the groin again.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I remembered that day we argued and I had kneed him in self defence. “I promise to not never you in the groin.”
I stared at her hands with a small smile on my face. This must be what true happiness felt like- I had honestly forgotten the feeling. “Hey Jungkook.”
“I love you.”
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