Jungkook Oneshots

The Boy Is Mine

                                               "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳
                                                                𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 "

How can it be?You and me
Might be meant to be, can't unsee it
But I don't wanna 'cause no scene
I'm usually so unproblematic
So independent
Tell me why
 'Cause the boy is mine, mine

"Wow, your girl is so romantic." Jungkook almost dropped the letter in his hand when his bandmate, Wonwoo, spoke suddenly, leaning close to his ear.

He scowled, trying to mask his surprise. "She's not my girl," he replied stiffly, his tone colder than intended. His eyes shifted awkwardly to the note in his hand, filled with her familiar neat handwriting.

Before Wonwoo could respond, the rest of the group burst into the room, their laughter filling the space.

"Wah, why don't I have a fan like that chasing after me?" Jimin chimed in, shaking his head as he peered over Jungkook's shoulder. "She wrote you another one?"

Taehyung, ever the tease, smirked. "I still can't understand why she's after a coldie like you when I'm standing right here. Missed opportunity, if you ask me."

"Shut up, all of you," Jungkook grumbled, his grip tightening around the letter. His face flushed slightly under their teasing, but he kept his cool expression. He didn't want them knowing just how much Y/n's attention was beginning to mess with his head.

The girl in question, Shin Y/n, was far from ordinary. In her final semester of university, she was known as the top student on campus, a brilliant mind wrapped in confidence. Not only was she intelligent, but she was also captivating in her independence. With a natural elegance that came from her wealthy background, Y/n commanded attention effortlessly, yet she didn't care for anyone's approval.

She was the type who made her own rules and didn't hesitate to break them when needed. And somehow, out of all the people in the world, she had set her sights on him—Jungkook, the introverted, quiet guy coldie who just wanted to focus on his music and avoid any unnecessary complications.

It baffled him, how someone so bold and driven could chase after someone like him. He didn't fit in her world. He didn't want to. 

"What has she written this time?" Jimin nudged Jungkook's arm, curiosity getting the better of him.

Jungkook sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "It's just another letter," he muttered, though deep down, he had already memorized every word,Not like he will admit it.

"Come on, Jungkook," Taehyung pressed, "she's putting in the effort. Maybe give her a chance? At least you'd be less grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy," Jungkook shot back, folding the letter carefully and tucking it into his back pocket. He stood up, grabbing his guitar from the corner of the room. "Let's just practice, okay? I don't need your advice."

"Come on, Y/n, you're obsessed," Jisoo nudged your shoulder playfully, eyes twinkling with amusement.

You smirked, not missing a beat. "At least I'm obsessed with someone I can actually reach." Your teasing tone was met with an exaggerated eye roll from Jisoo.