Fight for You | JJK

26

You got through the art exhibition smiling like an idiot, even if you couldn't understand the pieces, even if some snotty rich person talked to you, even if the artist was narrating a serious moment of their life that inspired them to create.

All you could think of was Jungkook and the way he felt against and on you. It sent a tingle down your spine when you recalled how deliciously hot he looked, swallowing your breasts and moaning into them the way he did, and how breathtakingly sexy his low voice was as he talked you through your act, his piercing gaze boring into you.

You were so giddy the rest of the night. The feel of him was inescapable, reminiscing the afternoon as you enjoyed a hot bath and prompting you to touch yourself before you slept.

You excitedly walk to his front door the next day, iced coffees in hand, as Jungkook said he'll be preparing breakfast this morning. As unpredictable as the weather has been, the rain pours right as you ring the doorbell, causing a worried looking Jungkook to quickly pull you inside.

"Shit, I should've picked you up from the car."

"Don't be silly, Jeon. I'm okay, nothing that a hot bath can't fix."

"Except I don't have a bathtub, ___," he deadpans.

"A shower, then!"

"Fine. I'll grab you a towel and you can wash up while I cook. That good?"

You nod and proceed, glad that the rain had only compromised your sweater and not your top. You call out to Jungkook that you'll dress up in his room, walking to his closet to find a jacket that you'll most likely keep to yourself until it loses his scent.

There's a maroon one at the bottom of the pile that he mentioned he's outgrown, and you pull it out gently, smiling at the monochromatic sweatshirts, polos, and jackets inside. You retrieve the one you want but something falls on the floor as you do.

It's a photo of a young Jungkook and a girl. They can't be older than teenagers but they look happy, in love. You turn it over to find the words Jungkook and Soo-ah Forever written on the back. He's never mentioned her, or any woman for that matter. It's not that you expected he'll open up but clearly, she means a lot to him.

The thought of where she is - if she's still around - plagues your mind as you stare at their smiling faces, removed of all the stress and worries of life. It's just them and their little bubble of happiness.

The doorbell rings and you wonder who it could be, given that Jungkook didn't mention having a visitor and that Namjoon would call if he needed to talk to you.

You gingerly walk to the living room, your heart sinking at the sight of the woman you'd just seen - the older version of the one in the picture you're currently still holding.

"Kookie!" She says, hugging him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay. Has the wound healed? Are you back at work? Did the company pay you while you were recovering?"

"Soo-ah, what are you doing here?" Jungkook asks. There's a mix of surprise and frustration in his voice.

"I came to check on you. I figured you wanted me to visit you after being shot."

"I called for days after I got out of the hospital. You never picked up."

"Well, I was on a work trip and couldn't just leave," she reasons. "Can I come in?"

"No. Look, it's been months and—"

"Is she why you're not letting me in?" The woman's voice grows louder, and you see her eye you up and down, her glare intensifying as she takes in the jacket you're wearing.

Jungkook turns to you like a deer caught in headlights as he spots the picture you're holding.

"___—," he calls out.

"Oh, she has a name!" Soo-ah says. "I thought you don't even ask the names of the girls you sleep with. Also, since when do you take them home?"

You're rooted on the ground as you stare at Jungkook, feeling your heart break with every passing second that he stares back at you with a guilty look on his face. It's like deja vu and the humiliation this time is even worse.

You thought yesterday meant something. Turns out, you're just another one of the girls meant to fulfill a carnal need and nothing more.

Jungkook is too much in shock to know what to do. He's paralyzed as he looks at your quivering lips and pained eyes, the ones that tell him just how badly he messed up.

Soo-ah breaks the silence. "Kookie, I came because I thought that since you saved that rich girl's life, maybe they'll give you a hefty sum and let you quit and you can come back home to me. The lot I want for our house is..."

The tears keep falling. You wipe them away but they don't stop, and maybe you don't want them to. Maybe you want Jungkook to see how much more he hurt you this time, want him to see you break in front of him, want him to feel helpless because there's nothing he can do to ease your pain.

"___, this isn't—" Jungkook finally finds his voice but it doesn't matter now.

You drop the photo and run out the door, past the woman who's still talking about some house by the ocean, and towards your car where Mr. Sim greets you worriedly.

Jungkook runs after you, calling your name shakily, desperately, unable to process what just happened. He's lost you before he even got to tell you how he really feels.

So many times he'd had to watch you get hurt by the people you trusted, and here he is again. He's never hated himself more.