The Playboy

3

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, meticulously adjusting her outfit for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. She had chosen a chic ensemble—a sweater vest layered over an Oxford shirt, paired with a button-front mini skirt and over-the-knee socks. It was the perfect blend of preppy and cute, a look that made her feel confident and in control. But something about it didn't feel quite right.

After staring at her reflection for a moment longer, she let out a sigh of frustration and turned back to her closet. There had to be something else that captured the mood she was going for. She rifled through the racks of clothes, rejecting one option after another as Taehyung stood in the doorway, watching her with thinly veiled impatience.

He glanced at his smartwatch and sighed heavily. "Do I have a Miu Miu handbag?" Y/N mumbled to herself, more to the clothes than to him.

"Y/N, you're just going to school. Nobody cares about your outfit..." Taehyung said, trying to sound reasonable but failing to hide the irritation in his voice.

That did it.

Y/N snapped her head around to glare at him, her eyes practically shooting daggers. "Well, I care," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "I don't care what people say about me. I like to dress up cute for myself."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from annoyance to curiosity. "Are you seeing anyone?" he asked, his tone suddenly more serious.

"What?! No!" Y/N responded, incredulous. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. "Dating someone is the last thing on my list right now. There's nothing wrong with dressing up nicely to impress yourself."

She gave him a once-over, noting his casual attire. "Hello, I'm gorgeous..." Taehyung flipped his imaginary long hair and sauntered out of her room with a smirk, leaving Y/N to shake her head in exasperation.

In their family, only she and Jin seemed to care about their appearance. Namjoon and Taehyung, on the other hand, were notorious for throwing on whatever was clean, regardless of how it looked. Y/N shuddered as she recalled the time Namjoon had paired a red blazer with green pants—a fashion nightmare that still gave her goosebumps just thinking about it. For her, fashion was more than just clothes; it was a way of expressing herself, a shield she wore to face the world.

Satisfied with her final outfit choice—a pastel tweed jacket over a white blouse, paired with a matching skirt and ankle boots—she grabbed her Miu Miu handbag and headed downstairs. As she stepped outside to wait for Taehyung, who was pulling the car out of the garage, something caught her eye.

She noticed a familiar figure washing a motorcycle beside their house. For a moment, she furrowed her brow, trying to place where she had seen him before. Then it clicked—Jeon Jungkook. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't Taehyung told her anything about this?

Jungkook, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants that clung to his wet frame, looked every bit the bad boy she remembered, but somehow... different. His short undercut highlighted his sharp jawline and enhanced his already striking features. For a split second, Y/N was rendered speechless, her eyes involuntarily tracing the lines of his toned arms.

Jungkook noticed her staring and squinted in her direction, a slow smile spreading across his face as he tossed the soapy sponge aside. "Good morning, princess," he called out, his voice smooth and teasing.

Y/N blinked, breaking the spell, and quickly averted her gaze, her heart inexplicably speeding up. She mentally scolded herself—this was Taehyung's friend, the same annoying guy who had smirked at her disdain the other day. But now, seeing him up close, she couldn't help but notice how he had transformed from a boy to... well, something else entirely.

She forced herself to focus on something—*anything*—else, trying to regain her composure. "Good morning," she replied curtly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd rattled her.

But as she turned back to check if Taehyung was ready, she couldn't shake the image of Jungkook from her mind. Maybe this day was going to be more complicated than she'd anticipated.

Y/N stood there, her patience wearing thin as she waited for Taehyung to finally pull the car out of the garage. It felt like forever, and her irritation only grew as she realized Jungkook was still standing there, leaning casually against the wooden gate that separated their houses. His eyes were glued to her, and it was clear he found her appearance amusing, if not downright fascinating.

She could practically feel his gaze lingering on her, which only served to annoy her further. It wasn't as though she wasn't used to people looking at her—she put effort into her appearance for a reason—but something about Jungkook's intense stare made her skin prickle.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was surprised by his own reaction. He'd been with plenty of girls before, each one more eager than the last to get his attention, but there was something different about Y/N. Maybe it was the way she seemed so uninterested, or maybe it was because she was off-limits as Taehyung's little sister. Either way, he couldn't stop watching her.

"What do you want, freak?" Y/N's sharp, sarcastic tone cut through the air, breaking his reverie.

Jungkook pretended to be wounded, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Ouch... That makes you even more interesting, you know, even though you hurt my feelings."

"Eww... Go away!" Y/N shot back, her tone filled with disgust.

Jungkook didn't move. Instead, he leaned further against the gate, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he studied her with curiosity. "Why are you constantly trying so hard to avoid me?"

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes at his question. "Because a good girl like me doesn't play with bad boys like you," she said, plastering on the fakest smile she could muster.

Jungkook's grin widened, clearly entertained by her resistance. "Why are you afraid of falling for me?" he asked, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

Y/N glared at him, her irritation reaching a boiling point. She decided to throw his own words back at him, her voice dripping with exaggerated emotion. "Oh my god, you're so handsome. I want you and I need you. Oh Jungkook, oh Jungkook," she said flatly, with all the enthusiasm of someone reading off a grocery list.

Jungkook couldn't hold it in any longer—he burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the quiet morning. He clutched his stomach as he doubled over, genuinely amused by her sarcastic display. "Oh my sweet Jesus, you're so funny, Y/N," he managed to say between laughs.

Y/N's face turned a deeper shade of red, not out of embarrassment but out of sheer frustration. She couldn't stand how easily he got under her skin, and seeing him laugh only made her angrier. She glanced down, spotting a small stone on the ground, and contemplated throwing it at him just to wipe that smug grin off his face.

Just as she bent down to pick up the stone, ready to launch it at him, Taehyung finally pulled the car around the corner, coming to a stop in front of her. "Y/N, let's go!" he called out, oblivious to the brewing tension between her and Jungkook.

Y/N reluctantly straightened up, shooting one last glare at Jungkook before walking towards the car. Jungkook, still grinning, gave her a playful salute as she passed by, clearly enjoying the little war of words they'd just had.

"See you later, princess," Jungkook called out, his tone as teasing as ever.

Y/N ignored him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response as she slid into the passenger seat of Taehyung's car. As they drove off, she couldn't help but steal one last glance at Jungkook through the side mirror. He was still standing there, watching them leave, that infuriating smile still plastered on his face.

"Taehyung, I swear, you better keep that friend of yours on a tight leash, before I call the animal control." Y/N muttered under her breath, her fingers gripping the strap of her handbag tightly. But even as she said it, she couldn't shake the feeling that Jungkook was going to be a lot harder to avoid than she wanted to admit.