jennie x bts one-shots

JENKOOK, just some kid.

( jennie is 19, and jungkook 18 here - high school au. )

Jungkook folded his legs as rested his head against the couch. A long sigh escaped his lips. All that was replaying in his head was the scene he walked in on— okay, more like, eavesdropped on— earlier.

"Aren't you dating that boy? Jeon something."

He could hear her laugh, "Me? Date?"

A scoff, "We all know it's true, Jen. You're changing."

He had been hiding behind a wall that time, but her unease was easily felt through that blockage.

"What—"

"You actually give a shit about rules now. And what is this—"

"Yah!" He could hear the dangerous undertone of her voice as he peeked to see her 'friend' violently snatch her bag. He saw the girl hesitate with the death glare, movements deliberately slowing to not anger the brunette.

"Give it back," she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Since when did you start giving a fuck about school?"

"Since when was that your business?"

"It's that fucking boyfriend of yours."

He saw her still as her other friend chimed in, going forward to stand in front of her with her arms crossed. Jennie was cornered by those two, and he badly wanted to intervene. But she had specifically told him not to the last time he walked in on them fighting.

"Boyfriend...?"

"Jung hoon or whatever. That kid. He's changed you, bitch."

Jennie rolled her eyes, getting off the railing she had been sitting on, "You know how my dating life is. Easy prey and good fucks."

Now, that had stung. It was not the first time he heard it, but it was the first time he heard it after she had promised to change. And thay made it hurt like a bitch. His shoulders tensed as his lips automatically dipped into a terse frown.

Vicious laughter resounded, "Yeah, that's why he got you to actually pass math and stop smoking, didn't he?"

The brunette sighed. Jungkook watched on, although he knew he should stop if he didn't want to get more hurt. His heart felt congested in his chest, as he tried to help himself by taking in deep breaths. But all that flashed in his mind was the words she said. Neon yellow, in an otherwise black room, blinking, unblinking. 'Easy prey and good fucks.'

Jennie could tell him how many ever times she wanted that she didn't care about her supposed friends’ opinion. But the truth was, she did. She did give a rat’s ass about what they said to her, and what they thought of her. And she knew that, deep inside her heart.

He felt extremely taken for granted.

"You know he's just some damned kid I'm playing around with."

Her voice was grounded, hard and firm. The two didn't question, the taller just taking her cigarette to her mouth before exhaling deeply to the side.