Hello Mr Bad Boy

Jungkook & Jin

The house was quiet, dad was probably in bed, sleeping. I took the chance to sneak in without getting attention from him. I didn't want to hear his barking this late.

I got into the kitchen to get something to drink when the lights turned on. Surprised, I drop the glass on the floor.

"Oh, you're home, Jungkook-ah?" That voice I recognized and turned around.
"Ahjumma! You startled me! I thought it was dad..." I said as I looked at the shattered glass on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Oh and don't worry Kookie-ah! I take care of that." She said in her normal nice, calm voice. No matter what I did she would always keep calm, and she would never shout at me. She was nicer than others to me. Better than mother, too. I missed her, but Ahjumma Kim was like a second mother to me. But I see her more than mother, so we can say that she is my mother, just not biological.

"Go, before Mr. Jeon wakes up. I take care of this." She smiled as she pushed me to the stairs.

I nodded and bowed as I walked up the stairs, to my room.

I could hear how dad walked past my door. He was apparently awake at this time of the night. I could hear his voice when he talked to Ahjumma Kim. I couldn't hear what they where talking about, only that they talked.

I looked myself in the mirror a while.

"Why?" I asked myself as I looked at my cheek. It was still red from her slap. I didn't really care about what that woman does. But why did she take it so serious?
Why does everyone take it so serious? Now that's the question.

They've all heard about me and my actions. So why become sad when I leave them after a one night stand? That's how I am. I mean, I'm a player so why even get sad that I leave them in the middle of the night?

I sat down in bed as I looked at my legs. The spot where Hana had kicked was red and almost bluish.

"Agh! Why did she kick me?" I ruffled my hair and fell down in bed.

"Does she hates me that much?" I didn't want to believe that thought. She couldn't hate me. Never.

"Am I really that bad towards her?" I lay my arms over my face and close my eyes. I felt like crying.

"But I'm not bad... I'm only showing my charm... So why doesn't she fall for me like the others? WHY?!" Just by looking at her I feel so frustrated. Maybe she likes that Yugyeom guy... That is a good point. Good job Jungkook!

But what if I get to know her more? Maybe she will like me then... right? She have to like me just a tiny bit. I mean, hey look at me, I'm gorgeous. No one can not fall for me.

But what if I make her fall for me? I mean me and her are both good looking so we would make a good couple.

"Wait, Jungkook! What the hell are you thinking about?!" I sat up again, I just caught myself thinking about Hana.

"Why was I even thinking about her?" I asked myself as I slap my own cheek.

"Wake up, Jeon Jungkook. You can't think about a girl! At least not a girl like her! Pull yourself together!"

I got home pretty early today. I opened the door and inside where a lot of shoes.

"What the hell? Is dad having a conference here at home?" I asked myself as I took of my shoes and walked inside.

"Oh, Jin. You're home early." My mother came up to me. Her smile couldn't fool anyone, something have happened. I wonder what.

"What's wrong? Is dad having a conference at home?" I asked as politely as I could possible do.

"Yes, kind of. He's having a meeting with CEO's from different companies." She said as she shushed me.

I nodded and walked to my room.

My father has two sons. Me and the company he has. He would rarely be home under my childhood, he would work hard so that his company would grow big and famous. Which it did. I can't even remember the last time I spent time with him, where he actually listened to what I was saying. He doesn't care about me.

Me and Jungkook has something in common. Both our fathers don't care about us. They say that we are a disaster to the family, that we are just ruining everything they do.

It says that you have it easier to get friends that are the same, or are like you. We can say that it happened to Jungkook and me. Just one day when he started in our class I noticed that something was wrong, something was bothering him. The same thing that was bothering me.

We became friends, but we have our ups and downs as everyone.

After all, we are also humans.

I laid down on my back in bed, my limbs over the whole place. I could hear small sounds of them all talking. It wasn't loud or anything, just small sounds I couldn't actually hear anything but I knew they where talking.

My mind flew away, this quiet peace made me calm. It made me think about something else, something that I couldn't stop thinking about.

I closed my eyes, letting the pictures forming behind my eyelids.

Her hair was floating in the air, together with her white dress. She had a sunhat on her head and she held it so it wouldn't fly away. She slowly turned around and smiled at me, the sun forming a reddish, yellow Gloria around her head. She smiled towards me as she came closer.

Her hand touching mine as she brought me towards the sea. Her cute little laugh, echoing in the air as it was only us two here.

We sat down in the sand. I held her hand in as we sat there watching the sunset. She rested her head on my shoulder, I felt the warmth from her cheek filling my heart.

"Jin." She said making me look at her. "I love you." She touched my cheek as her lips formed a smile.

"Hana..." I breathed out as she came closer. My hand went around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

"Jin..." She breathed out as her godlike soft lips touched mine. I kissed back and laid her down in the sand. The kiss deepened and I licked her underlip, asking for entrance. She gladly gave it to me.

I stuck my tongue inside and explored her cavern. It was soft and warm.

"Jin..." She moaned in between my kisses. "Jin.." It became louder. "Jin." Her voice became darker, what was happening?
"Jin!" What?

"Jin wake up! Dinner's ready!" I shot up my eyes. It was a dream... Dammit!

"JIN!" It was mother's voice.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I shout back as I go to the bathroom with a pair of new boxers in my hand. Dammit!