Jikook Oneshots

101. Me Under You Pt. 1

By: @vera_ba

Picture perfect.

That's what Jungkook's life used to be up until this day.

He had everything he has ever dreamed of: a stable relationship, a blooming career at the early age of twenty-four, a loving family, friends—-

How could it all fall down into shambles, you ask?

Well—-

Let's start with the stable relationship part, shall we? His brilliant, loving fiancé of two years who has been cheating on him with his goddamn assistant—— what a fucking cliché. God, he almost hopes that asshole didn't take it seriously when Jungkook told him he'd better get all of his shit out of the apartment before he gets home or he'll build a fucking bonfire out of his stuff, maybe dance around it, too, if he's up for it. Jungkook purses his lips, imagining Jae's face as he sees this lovely picture, taking a sip out of his drink, satisfied.

Yeah, take that, you stupid, lying dickbag——

If only said dickbag wasn't his business partner, too, whose face he is going to see every fucking day––– On that note, maybe he could burn his office down, too—- wait, no, that could turn into a huge fire hazard, be rational about this, Jungkook.

He could just throw his computer through the window.

Yeah, that sounds much better, good thinking —— okay maybe his revenge plans need some fine-tuning, but anyway it isn't even his top priority right now. How could it be, when he has to lead a whole ass company with said stupid, lying dickbag? Is it even a proper curse word? He isn't sure——

Doesn't matter. Jae deserves his own custom made swear word to match his custom-made Rolex, that fucking bastard—-

Jungkook sighs, the hurt of the betrayal suddenly catching up on him, slowly flowing into the thunderous ocean of his anger. He doesn't understand, where did they go wrong. Their life was perfect, it was everything Jungkook has imagined–––

Turns out it wasn't what Jae wanted, he realizes, the pang in his heart echoing deep down in his chest.

He didn't only lose his fiancé and business partner; he's lost one of his closest friends today, too, his confidant, which probably stings the most out of all things considered.

"Didn't peg you as the Old Fashioned kind of guy," a soft, melodic tone pulls him out of his thoughts. Jungkook blinks, whipping his head up to lock eyes with the bartender observing him with a lazy smile. Oh, shit, it's the hot one. Well, it wasn't him who has made that statement first, his brother was, but Jungkook has to give it to Jin, this guy really is hot. The only problem is that Jungkook has no idea how to deal with annoyingly hot people. He usually just gets tongue-tied and makes an idiot out of himself.

And god, this guy is smoking hot. How does he pull off the dark blue hair so well? To be fair, Jungkook is pretty sure he could pull off any hair color with a face like that–––

Oh shit, he's been staring, isn't he?

Jungkook clears his throat awkwardly, glancing at his glass. Right, the cocktail. Truth to be told, he isn't big on alcohol, and usually just lets Jae order for him–––

Old Fashioned was Jae's favorite, he realizes, the ache echoing in his chest again.

"I'm not sure I am," he murmurs, swishing the liquor around in the glass, "honestly, it's not even that good," he adds with a soft huff, because fuck that guy and fuck his stupid, pretentious liquor choices ––