STUCK WITH YOU || JJK x Reader (ETL)

20. Unraveling Tensions (E)

Unraveling Tensions: A Hair-Raising Confrontation

Jungkook's POV

"NINA!" I shouted as I jolted out of bed. "Not again!" Elijah groaned in response from the next room. Messing with me had become Nina's favorite sport, and once again, she'd managed to ruin my morning—this time by embedding chewing gum deep into my hair. How on earth was I supposed to untangle this mess from my hair and scalp? I was fed up, and I resolved that today, she would finally face the consequences. Ever since she stumbled upon the revenge list I'd been planning, Nina had taken her pranks to a whole new level.

Day 1
After a long, exhausting shift at the bar, I was finally on my way home, a bag of food from my favorite burger joint in hand. I could already taste the juicy goodness as I stepped out of the elevator. But before I could even take a step, my leg slipped, and I found myself sprawled on the floor in a painful split. My dinner was ruined—soaked in a lake of spilled Coke and Oreo shake that covered the hallway. As I lay there, trying to process the situation, I heard a familiar, sinister laugh. "What are you doing on the floor, ballerina?" Nina taunted, her door swinging open. 

I struggled to stand, but each attempt ended with me slipping back onto my knees, the slick floor refusing to cooperate. Nina gasped dramatically, "Be careful; that butter was expensive," before slamming her door shut with a smirk. I wanted nothing more than to strangle her, but I was stuck on the floor for what felt like an eternity until Elijah finally arrived. Cleaning up the mess took forever, and the tiles stayed slippery. But I didn’t care; it was just Nina and me on this floor. Maybe next time, she’d be the one to slip and fall.

Day 2
I trudged home from the bar late that night, every bone in my body begging for sleep. With two of our workers on leave, I'd been pulling extra shifts, and my so-called friends—the best of the best—were nowhere to be found when it came time to lend a hand. At least they paid their tabs. The street was eerily quiet, and the only sound was the echo of my own footsteps, until I heard another set approaching from behind. I stopped, turning around just in time to see Nina sprinting toward me, clutching a... chicken drumstick? What on earth? It was 11:20 at night! What was she even doing outside?

As she got closer, it became clear she wasn’t alone—a dog was chasing her, barking wildly. Was I still dreaming, trapped in some bizarre bar-induced nightmare? Nothing about this made any sense. When she finally reached me, Nina shoved the chicken into my hand and took off without a word. I stood there, completely dumbfounded, until I realized that now the dog was after me! 

"Why is he chasing me?" I shouted, though I knew the answer even as the words left my mouth. "You stole his food!" Nina hollered back, already halfway down the street. No, I definitely did not.

With no other option, I scrambled up a nearby pole, clinging for dear life as I dropped the chicken to the ground. It took a few agonizing moments before the dog caught the scent and turned its attention to the meal. Meanwhile, I held onto the pole like my life depended on it, desperate to avoid becoming the dog’s next chew toy.

"I need to capture this," Nina said with a smirk, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture. "Tomorrow's headline: 'Jungkook Does a Pole Dance for a Dog,'" she typed furiously, the tapping of her nails echoing through the night. "Goodbye, and have a splendid evening," she called out, her laughter trailing off as she disappeared into the darkness.

Day 3
Once again, I found myself at the bar—a daily ritual after school to unwind. Today was busier than usual, with a group of guys from my school crowding in to celebrate a friend’s birthday. But with two new staff members hired recently, I was able to sit back and enjoy my glass of homemade red wine in peace. I knew my so-called friends were probably wandering the streets like stray cats, but none of them bothered to join me.