Fight for You | JJK

18

The shot of vodka travels down your throat and it burns. And it's this intense feeling that's having you ask the bartender for another one.

It's hot and it stings, but it's still not enough to quell the ache in your chest, the one that's been present since that night when Jungkook told you he doesn't like you then quickly left your house as if he couldn't bear to be near you.

Every time you've seen him since then, which wasn't frequent, he's had a blank expression, pretty much the same look he had during his first few weeks with you. But you know this time it's worse - he's angry and you don't really blame him; you crossed a line, one he'd gone out of his way to remind you not to do all the time.

But it also doesn't mean it didn't make you angry; you suppose at some point, the hurt and sadness will eventually turn to displeasure. He'd torn your heart and acted like he didn't. He doesn't owe you anything, you remind yourself, but you hate the fact that he knows this and you hate yourself for wishing he didn't.

Much as Yoongi and Hoseok helped you in listing down the reasons not to like him, all his characteristics endear you.

"I wish I was just angry," you'd told them one time as you snuggled with Hoseok on your living room couch. "That'd probably help more in getting over him."

You trust Yoongi with everything, and that includes telling you the painful truth. "Easy, ___. He doesn't like you, he doesn't care about you."

That had been enough, and it's what you tell yourself repeatedly, especially tonight as you recall the last time you were at a club - when Jungkook, looking impeccably handsome in his white suit, held you close.

You shake off the memory, as you'd mistaken the way he looked at you for having feelings for you when he apparently didn't.

You'd run out of excuses not to attend these parties that your mother requires you to go to, and so you put on your brave face and party with the rest of your social friends and act like you weren't wishing you were home with your best friends instead.

You're forcing yourself to be interested in something that Lia's saying when you feel someone approaching you.

"Hey," the stranger says, a gentle smile painting his beautifully structured face. "Mind if I keep you company? Mine aren't too great." He cocks his head towards the back, a group of familiar people grinding with each other, clearly drunk on alcohol and something more.

You chuckle. "Not into that?"

"Gives me a headache," he laughs.

It's a sweet sound and you think it matches his boyish features, captivating in a mysterious yet wholesome way. You noticed him earlier at the bar, and you'd turned to the side to see him smiling at you, as he waited for his drink while you waited for yours. He'd caught your attention because of his chiseled jaw and the way his eyes roamed your figure.

Normally you'd back away but he wasn't shameless and disrespectful. There's a calming way about him and he's also ridiculously good-looking, so you settle in one of the cocktail tables at the side, laughing at his jokes and commentaries about the people in this party, his bluntness a welcome reprieve from the shallow conversations you've been forcing yourself to be interested in this whole night.

You barely notice the time pass, as you and the man talk about the places you've traveled to, the sense of familiarity allaying any worries you may have, especially as he names a couple of people you know, some of whom are from college.

A message from Namjoon bursts your little bubble, as your bodyguard asks where you are. It's soon after when he finds you, his eyes a little droopy and you take it as him not taking the rest you told him to take earlier, knowing he'd been staying up late the past nights to work on something for your father.

You excuse yourself and quietly converse with him, telling him to take a breather in the couches outside, as the bar is getting fuller by the minute. Namjoon insists on staying with you so you decide to stay outside to appease him while continuing the conversation with the handsome, not-really stranger who's slowly getting comfortable with you, as the distance between you two gets shorter and shorter.

He's a breath away and you don't miss the way his eyes travel to your lips then to your eyes, perhaps trying to gauge your willingness to share something more than just stories.

You're perfectly sober and perfectly willing. That's why as you turn towards the painfully familiar voice calling your name, the once piercing stare of your former bodyguard turning into worry, you wrap your hands around the neck of the man in front of you and pull him into a searing kiss, something he eagerly returns as he pulls you by the waist and bucks his hips against yours.

You don't question why Jungkook is here, but seeing him again is enough to make that pain and anger resurface.

You see the discomfort in his face as he catches you in a moment of you giving in to your carnal desires and it's an effort for you to make him feel uneasy.

"I want some air," you tell the man after you pull away, licking your lips and wanting more. "Why don't we go outside?"

The man smirks and pulls you towards the stairs that lead outside. "I know a spot."

Jungkook watches in silent frustration, not expecting to catch you in such act, knowing there's a continuation of that about to happen.

He'd come here after his shift ended, Jin's words from last night ringing in his head the whole day. He'd been angry for so long and his friend was right - the least Jungkook could do was apologize, not because he didn't feel the same way but because of how he communicated that he didn't.

He knew about this party and thought of passing by before heading home, thinking you'd be disinterested. Clearly you aren't, as he'd just caught you in another one of your intimate moments with a man.

"Jungkook?" He hears a familiar but shaky and panicked voice.

He turns to see your bodyguard in a terrible state, his eyes dropping and lips chattering, weakly walking over to him.

"Where is she?" Namjoon asks frantically.

"She left with someone," Jungkook replies, stopping himself from pointing out that if it were him protecting you, he wouldn't let you out of his sight. But that's not his job anymore, and after everything that transpired, he doesn't know how you'll take to him running after you.

"They went outside."

"I think I've been drugged," Namjoon coughs. "Call for help, Jungkook. She's in danger."