BRAT TAMER | jungkook ✔️

♠︎ one

  

CHAPTER ONE

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

       

"...I'm sorry?"

Jungkook couldn't help those two words as they tumbled out of his mouth, which remained slightly parted in surprise. 

Across from him, Yoora flicked her shining poker-straight ebony hair over one shoulder nonchalantly, scanning the lively upmarket rooftop bar that they were sat in. There was a crowd of people all around them, and Jungkook thanked all his lucky stars that most of them were far too drunk or distracted to bear witness to what was happening in this small corner of the room.

She blinked prettily at him, and gave him a small grin, which though he found as alluring as always, was now definitely tinged with pity, and Jungkook hated it. This never, ever happened to him.

Jeon Jungkook was not used to rejection.  

"I'm sorry, Jungkookie!" she replied after a moment, eyelashes fluttering at him as she played with the hem of her mini-dress. "I just... don't think of you that way."

"Okay..." Jungkook was struggling to find the words now. He wanted to ask her what it was that held her back from seeing him that way, but he refrained. It wasn't Yoora's job to like him back, after all. He wasn't going to be some guy with a crush who wouldn't leave a woman alone and back off when he was told.

It just sucked that this crush was so... one-sided.

"Look," Yoora leaned over now, placing a hand on top of Jungkook's in a determinedly non-sexy way. "It's nothing to do with you, Jungkookie. It's me. I have very specific tastes."

"Any chance of you letting me in on what those are?" he asked with a laugh he hoped was light and breezy, but probably came off strained and awkward.

Yoora did that awful sympathetic smile once more, and Jungkook was struck again by how gorgeous she was even in this moment of humiliation. "Well... I like confident men, you know? Ones who can throw me around, tell me what to do. You get it."

Jungkook looked down where his biceps strained below his t-shirt as if to make a silent point in response. Yoora spotted what he was doing, and laughed.

"Oh, I don't just mean physically," she trilled, as if she were internally rolling her eyes at his naivety. "I mean someone who is dominant, Jungkookie. To the core. Someone like... like Namjoon!"

Jungkook winced. 

He hated being compared to Namjoon, someone he looked up to immensely. But Yoora was right. Namjoon exuded a quiet dominance that even he as his friend could sense. If Namjoon set his sights on a woman, they often ended up in his bed, with rosy cheeks and a pronounced limp when they left the hotel the next morning.

He glanced around now, spotting his hyung in question as he chatted to Jimin across the bar, both of them looking happy and at ease. They had all come here to celebrate the end of the band's scheduled activities, and Jungkook didn't know whether it was a relief that the bar was filled with his fellow members, staff, and friends. Somehow he felt it might be better if he were being rejected in a room full of strangers.

Sure enough, Jimin glanced over now, catching Jungkook's gaze. He quirked an eyebrow, as if asking a silent question, but Jungkook ignored him. 

"So... you're saying that you want Namjoon?" Jungkook asked Yoora now, equally confused and incredulous.

"No, I mean... not necessarily," Yoora clarified, seeming uneasy and wanting to escape the conversation now. "I just mean... well, you're a bit too shy for me, Jungkookie. Don't get me wrong, you're super cute and funny, it's just... you know... I'm looking for someone a bit more... assertive."

Even over the pulsing music in the bar, Jungkook could barely believe what he was hearing. 

For the last two years, he had been admiring Yoora from a distance. BigHit had hired her to appear in some of the group's music videos, but her primary career was in modelling, and Jungkook was enamoured with her. She was unfathomably cool without seeming to try, surrounding herself with only the elites in Korea for her friend circle, and every time she tossed her smooth black hair over her shoulder Jungkook longed to bury his face into her neck.

His hyungs had joked for months now that if he wasn't careful, he'd go blind from looking at the same girl for too long. But Jungkook didn't care. He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was Yoora.

It was exceedingly unfortunate that she did not, however, want him back.

And all because of how shy he was? 

Jungkook wanted to protest that he was confident - he was just less willing to give his energy to anyone outside of his close circle of friends. He often came across as shy, but in the bedroom he certainly was not. There were people in that very bar who could attest to that.

He had a sinking feeling, however, that just telling Yoora this was not going to change her mind. She clearly saw him as the shy, reserved youngest member of the group, and a couple of words from him wasn't going to reverse that.

But Jeon Jungkook was no quitter. He was competitive to a fault, and to him, this sounded like a challenge. 

If Yoora wanted a dominant man - then a dominant man is what he would become. 

"What if I could do it?" he asked her now, careful not to come across too pushy. "What if I could become... that man?"

"Mhm," Yoora hummed, but she wasn't looking at him any more. Her bambi eyes were ranging across the bar, clearly searching for someone else. "Sure, Jungkookie, sounds good."

In the blindness of his crush, this offhand comment was as good as a business deal. 

And so Jungkook had a plan forming in his mind. He glanced over at Jimin, who seemed to have sensed that this conversation had gone south now, and was smirking in amusement. 

Jungkook's determination only doubled.

The band were on a break, after all. So he had six weeks. Six weeks to find a way to make himself more sexually confident, and win Yoora over.

Nothing could go wrong. 

Right?

    

    

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