Escape From Breylin || •JJK• ✔️

The Bite

Namtiddies, holy shit.

Y/n sighed dreamily as she stared at those gorgeous tiddies. They were bouncing in the light of the lecture hall, Y/n's heart eyes following each movement. Although she had to admit a part of her felt disgusted. Not because she was staring at the man's obnoxiously large chest, rather because she felt loyal to Jungkook.

It had been a week since he rescued her from the party. Being a damsel in distress was not on Y/n's agenda, but shit, if it meant she'd get saved by Jungkook, she wouldn't complain. If she had to choose between women's rights and Jungkook's deep voice, she'd probably choose Jungkook's voice. Same with Namtiddies. Namjoon violated her rights just by existing, so why did she need them anyway? He was so hot, she lost all motivation to exist after seeing him.

Regardless, her relationship with Jungkook was... intriguing. Jungkook and her had barely talked at work since it happened. They were awkward around one another, kicking at their feet and pretending everything was fine. It wasn't. Her boss kissed her head and comforted her after she went to a frat party. How weird was that?

From every other perspective, it wasn't really that weird. Jungkook was only in his twenties, and Y/n was too. They had a perfect age gap, they were both financially independent, they both had passion in life, and they both respected the other's boundaries. If he wasn't her boss, it'd be the perfect relationship. Why did he have to be her damn boss?

"Miss L/n, can you give me an example of symbolism in book four?" Professor Kim asked, snapping Y/n out of her thoughts.

She jumped to attention, staring at the whiteboard. They were looking at The Aeneid by Virgil, and they were a little over a quarter into the book. It was pretty much historical fanfic, a story about the Trojan warriors and their journey to discover Rome in Italy. Yes, it was as boring as it sounded.

"Fire, sir," she said. "Dido is burning with love for Aeneas, and fire is also a prominent part of her death. Fire is a consistent symbol throughout to represent passion of some sort. Same with snakes often representing death or bad omens."

"Very good," he said, eyeing her a second longer than he needed to. "Everyone, try to be more like Miss L/n."

"A nerd?" she asked.

"You said it, not me."

The rest of the class went smoothly with Professor Kim lecturing about the history surrounding the twelve books of The Aeneid. It was a slow class despite how much she adored staring at Professor Kim. When it was time to leave, she stayed and spoke with Mr. Kim about upcoming grades. He assured her she'd do well, they studied for ten minutes, then she went back to her apartment.

Her roommates and her hadn't spoken since the incident. Fiona was furious with her for ditching them there, but Y/n paid them no mind. Ever since Jungkook drove her home, she decided she wouldn't tolerate this bullshit behavior from her roommates. They were using her for status, really. To make it seem like they had more friends than they did. Plus, like Y/n said, she was a party trick. If they needed a story that would break the ice, they'd push her forward and make her tell the tale of her adoption and the struggles that came with it.

Constant questions plagued her mind. But it went deeper than that. She didn't just question her own existence, she questioned how she knew anything about herself at all. What did she get from her mom? What did she get from her dad? What were they like? Would they be proud? Would they even care?

She wished she could bang herself against the wall, but knowing Mr. Jeon would scold her if he saw the bruises, she decided against it. With that, she got ready for her internship. Her roommates were about to come home, and she didn't want to be around for that. She was early. Jungkook wouldn't care.