Jungkook Short Stories Compilation (Editing)

Riding Your Ex

This was a collaboration with KOOKS_FICS who wrote this part. Please check out their other works on Instagram.

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You want to admit that you don't care, you want to feel as though you don't care, you want to think as though you don't give a shit, but you do. Your heart cares, your mind cares, the familiar sound of his make makes you care because if you didn't you wouldn't feel this aching pain traveling through your body. A pain you shouldn't be feeling. You broke up six months ago. Why do you still care? You broke up with him. You made that choice he has the right to do whatever he wants.

But you can't stop caring. Selfish as it sounds you don't want to see him going on dates with other girls. You don't want to see texts from your friends spamming you on how Jungkook went on a date last night. You thought you moved on. You had just a month ago come to the conclusion that, damn, maybe I can move on. The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach was finally gone. I was slowly healing from the break up. But now that I realise, I only thought I moved on. It was far from the truth. Because the truth is I didn't move on. I just thought I did because I haven't heard his name for over six months, haven't seen him, don't know what he's doing. Until now, when I see his name on my phone screen, see details on what he did last night.

My friends saw him, in his own car, at our special spot, with another girl. The lookout point me and Jungkook found one night when we were on a road trip. The same place where he grabbed me by my waist and sat me on his lap while slowly taking my clothes off. HIs lips on my skin, his hands on my ass, while he whispered filthy words into my ear. The same place where we made love over and over again. However, this time when you imagine those moments with him in that special spot, you can only imagine another girl in your place.

On his lap, grinding on him just the way he likes it. Backwards and forwards before running her core circular motions on his bulge. While he whimpers out her name and pushes her closer to him, kissing her neck desperately. Ripping her pants impatiently. You subconsciously press harder onto the gas paddle, letting your mind run wild on why he would take another woman there and what he did with her. In his car, the same car that used to be ours.

You don't know where you're heading but it's late in the afternoon. The sun is already setting and you hadn't noticed how hard you were clutching the steering wheel until you felt a sudden ache bloom in your hands. You blink into reality, stare ahead at the road in front of you and throw your phone onto the passenger seat. Only when you catch a glimpse from the corner of your eye of the police car hiding behind a small road behind trees you turn to look at the velocity you were driving at.

60km/h on a 50km/h road. Shit. You think quickly gazing up in your rear-view mirror to find the police car already racing towards you.

"For fucks sake," you whisper under your breath, pressing the gas pedal even harder now.

Flashing lights and a piercing alarming sound makes its way inside your car causing your heart to race even quicker in your chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you mutter repeatedly under your breath.

Quickly you take a sudden rough turn to the left thinking this will buy you some time to escape the obvious ticket you'll get after this but just a few seconds later you look up and see the same police car rushing to catch you.

"Just please leave me alone," you whine frustratedly, clenching your fingers around the steering wheel even tighter.

You hit the break immediately at the sudden tight turn before quickly jerking your foot back on the gas paddle. Dust lifts in the air behind your vehicle, blurring the vision in your rear-view mirror. A smile of victory forms on your face when you see that the police car has stopped following you. You take a right and make your way down a stony road, the smile that was on your face seconds ago immediately dropping at the sight of a dead end road in front of you.