Fight for You | JJK

38

You crane your neck to the window to check for perhaps the fiftieth time in the last half hour if Jungkook had returned yet. You left your parents' house over an hour ago, having stayed a little longer to entertain the Parks.

Mr. Sim hums from the driver's seat, meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror from time to time to give you a comforting smile, while Namjoon busies himself with work on his phone. You sigh and sit upright, lolling your head to the side, hoping Jungkook would come home already.

Then there's a knock on the door.

"Jeon!" You say as you exit the car. "I didn't know you left the party early."

"Yeah," he nods with a half smile, clutching on the bag strapped over his shoulder. "Mr. Han told me it was okay. I wanted to get a workout in."

You take in his exercise shorts and oversized hoodie. "I dropped by the gym, actually. Jin said you didn't stay long."

"Oh," Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. "I wanted to run."

You nod, trying not to worry yourself about his unusual lack of energy around you, especially after what happened earlier.

"Why'd you wait? You could've just gone home. It's been a long day for you."

"I wanted to see you again," you smile.

"Well, we're seeing each other tomorrow."

"Yeah, but, you know, it was pretty fun earlier," you giggle. "Just thought maybe we could..."

You see him sigh and you deflate in return.

"What's wrong?" You move closer to him to see his face more clearly.

"We can't do that again, okay?" He looks at you with a tinge of sadness and disappointment. "It's too risky."

"But we didn't get caught," you nudge him.

"Yeah, but what if we did?" His voice raises slightly, catching you off guard.

"That was in your house where there was a party happening and anyone could've seen us. That was so reckless, ____. And I'm so stupid that I let it happen."

"You make it sound like it was such a terrible thing," you say softly.

Jungkook's heart breaks a little at the sight of your sullen face, looking down on the ground to avoid his glare. He wants to comfort you but he can't bring himself to, given all the noise in his mind.

"Your father was right there. He could've found out!" He cries out in frustration, surprising you and himself.

"So what if he finds out?" You respond, your tone getting higher as well. "I'll tell him the truth then, that you're my boyfriend and I want to be with you. What can he do? Exile me? Disown me? You and I can make it work; we said we would. We can run away together somewhere if we need to."

"Then what about me?" His face hardens. "It's easy for you because you have the money to make it work. I don't. What if the agency finds out? What if your dad gets angry at me? He trusts me enough already and this is just breaking it."

"So what, suddenly it's a mistake that we're together?" You say, in shock at the implications of his words.

"That's not what I meant, I just... It's different for you, okay? I can lose everything."

"But it's okay if you lose me?"

The silence that follows causes your heart to slowly crack.

"You're not getting it, ___," he huffs. "This job means a lot to me. And there are still rules I have to follow and that—"