Whiplash | jjk.

[18]: Stubborn

"You're lucky it's a Friday."

Without even turning your head to look at Jungkook driving the van beside you, you respond.

"Why's that?"

"Because even though weekends don't normally mean shit in narcotics, Captain decided to give us all the weekend off after hearing the news about what happened."

You glance out the window.

The night sky outside is starting to turn a beautiful twilight purple as the sun is set to start coming up soon.

You were all exhausted.

Jimin and Taehyung were knocked out cold, cuddling together in the back seat. After spending the whole night in the hospital waiting room, they deserved to rest. You all did.

You were lucky the hospital discharged you on the same night even with your concussion, so you knew you'd at least be able to go home and rest.

"Okay."

"Captain thinks we need some team bonding."

Then, you turn to Jungkook. His one hand is clasped tightly around the steering wheel. His eyes are heavy and he looks sleepy. He probably shouldn't be driving, but you weren't in the position to argue.

"What?"

"He's not happy with how much you don't fit in. He wants us to all spend the weekend together, to get to know each other. And since me and the others are basically family at this point, and you stick out like a sore thumb," Jungkook pauses to stare at you. "-He's not wrong."

"What do you mean 'spend the weekend together'? You and I will never get along," you argue. "I can work beside you without liking you. It's not going to stunt my abilities in the narcs. If anything, spending more time together will just make me hate you more."

"You might be right," he looks like he is about to smile. "But he calls the shots. So, i'll explain how this weekend will go."

You narrow your eyes at him, your legs starting to grow numb and shaking just from severe exhaustion.

Like hell.

"We're all going to crash at Tae's tonight." he says boldly, not up for compromise. "And tomorrow, whenever we decide to get up, we're going to Jimin's place, and we're throwing a party."

"Let me stop you right there," you hold out an argumentative finger. "In no world will I be attending any sort of party where you are the type of company. I'd rather eat glass. And if you think this is up for debate, you're-"

"You're coming." he interrupts. "And, relax, it's not much of a party. It'll just be us, and Jimin's inviting his dealer. He's a cool guy. There might be one or two others, but it won't be some crazy rager, like i'm sure you're used to."

Dealer?!

A narc has a dealer!?

"Why the fuck would I want to go to this thing?"

"Because you don't have a choice."

"Bullshit I don't."

You roll your eyes and look back out your window in a huff. You're not going to let yourself be bossed around by Jungkook, not in any world. No way.

But, you didn't come this far to only go this far.

You were in a marathon, not a sprint. As much as Jungkook may be a delusional, obnoxious, violent hellspawn, he's not wrong about you sticking out in the group.