Fight for You | JJK

09

Jungkook glares at himself in the mirror, mentally smacking himself for indulging in your wishes to accept the suit you'd purchased for him so he could "look the part," if needed. But he has to admit, it's a very nice suit, probably the nicest one he's ever received. It fits him perfectly, unlike the ones from his past clients that were usually too big on the shoulders or too loose on the waist; those he had to have altered so he could properly move in them.

He accompanied you to the store where you ordered it from, and even you looked surprised that no alterations were needed.

"How did you know my size?" He'd asked.

You merely shrugged, mumbling about your ex-boyfriend being the same build as him, and he scowled when you said that you "have a type," earning him a laugh from you, as you've already gotten used to his reactions when it comes to your flirting attempts.

Jungkook bitterly laughs at the memory from two days ago, as he exits his apartment and heads to you.

He tails you from behind as you enter the lavish nightclub of a 5-star hotel that you rented for your 26th birthday party. You had it designed for the occasion - vintage with a touch of elegance - you'd told him, as you both toured the venue a few days prior at Jungkook's request, so he can make sure that everything is in order. He'd met the staff who'd be on duty during your party as well, prompting you to laugh and be impressed at the same time at how detail-oriented he is when it comes to his job.

It's now packed with people and everybody cheers as the DJ calls out your name. You proceed to the podium and briefly thank everybody for coming and tell them to have fun, as the drinks are free-flowing and the music will last until the wee hours of the morning.

Jungkook watches from the bar, as you'd instructed him to not act like your bodyguard but instead to blend in, so he follows, ordering a can of soda and subtly keeping an eye out for you.

He feels a little awkward dressed in his blue suit, with his arm propped by the bar and lifting his glass in acknowledgement of the women who approach him and ask for his name. He's used to standing upright against the wall, eyes assessing every corner of the room - not smiling and nodding at strangers, although he admits being good at feigning interest.

This isn't his crowd, this isn't his people. He already knows he doesn't like them because well, they're your friends, and you're not exactly his favorite person. But he powers through as he's supposed to. He keeps in mind what Mr. Han had told him over the phone on the way here, to always keep his eyes on you and be mindful of those who aim to take advantage of your vulnerable state.

He lies about the drink to anyone who approaches, and goes on his second can as he moves positions. You're quite the social butterfly, as you go from one group to another, and he's mindful of the unfamiliar faces who stay too close or have their hands too low.

Lia, your friend whom he's most familiar with, stays by your side, and he's at least comforted that someone has your back in case he loses you in the crowd.

He sees you enjoy yourself though, taking drinks from whoever offers and laughing your way to the next set of people. There are at least two men he's noted who linger - one was grinding with you on the dance floor and the other one had you pinned against the wall, his head trailing down your neck as you drunkenly looked up. You'd pushed the man away before Jungkook could get to you from across the club and you proceeded to the bar for another drink.

The night goes on like this, with Jungkook's heart rate beating irregularly, increasing when he thinks you're in danger, and steadying when he sees you stand on your two feet.

It's after Jungkook's third glass of soda that he decides he really needs to go to the washroom, and he spots Lia, who's no longer at your side.

"Oh, hi Jungkook!" She squeals. "I'm just a tiny bit drunk but god, you're so handsome," she drags her words. "I would totally fuck you but I'm trying to get Jaemin back and you know, he's rich and well... you're not."