Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Jungkook

"Jungkook-oppa! Please, accept this!" Your voice was loud and clear, your cheeks, however, were burning because of embarrassment.The moment those words left your lips, you knew that it was going to end badly.

You carefully looked up at him through your lashes, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest but soon dropped as you noticed his amused expression.

"What?" He chuckled, looking at you in unbelief.

The whole purpose of giving your long-time crush his birthday gift in front of everyone at your school had been to put a bit of pressure on him. As childish as your plan sounded, you truly believed that this was your master plan to his heart. Jungkook was well-known for his cold attitude, he had never accepted any gift from any of those fangirls of his. But he would if you did it in front of everyone right? It would be so rude of him if-

"You want me to take that?"

It was when your heart dropped, those eyes that you had admired for so long looked at your hand-made cupcake in disgust and displeasure before they returned to meet yours.

You watched him lean closer, so close to the point where you could feel his minty breathe against your ear, his plump lips almost grazing it.

"You think you would be able to satisfy my needs with that body of yorrs?" His voice was like velvet, but sharp as a knife as it hit your aching heart. "What a pathetic girl."

Jungkook had probably not expected your reaction, it was quite obvious actually by the way he almost fell after being pushed so roughly backwards.

"You bastard!" Your hands were clenched, your eyes glossy but held so much hatred and anger that Jungkook almost couldn't believe it.

His long-time stalker, the one he had tried to get rid of so many times before were now raging, looking at him as if you wanted to separate his head from the rest of his body.

"Touched a nerve?" He said mockingly, smirking as he saw you clench your hands even more.

"I hate you, Jeon Jungkook." You said, your lips trembling slightly as you spoke because of all the bottled up anger inside of you. "I fucking do."

With one last heated glare at the smirking boy, you turned and left.

"What an asshole."

"Poor ___."

"She was stupid, I heard that she even burned her hand while baking that cupcake for him."

"Really? What a heartless jerk."

"How can he be so-"

Jungkook had never been one to take people's insults seriously, but for some unknown reason, his lungs suddenly felt a lot heavier, they were struggling to work as the thought of your bandaged hand worked its way inside his thick skull.

~*~

"You think you would be able to satisfy my needs with that body of yours?"

"What a pathetic girl."

It wasn't until you made sure you were alone, on top of the school's rooftop, when you finally let yourself let go of all the sadness. The anger and hatred were now long gone, leaving one scared heart and salty tears behind.

It hurt.

Jungkook might have felt some kind of guilt after the incident with you, but the feeling was soon gone because he knew that you wouldn't give up on him that easily. Like come on, if you liked him enough to confess in front of the whole school while knowing how much of an asshole he was, you must have liked him a lot right?

So he went to sleep that night with those high expectations and confident that he would soon find out to be something impossible.

The next day came and as Jungkook made his way to his first class, with his signature smile and hands inside his pockets, his eyes were searching for a certain someone. What he didn't expect though, was for that someone to completely ignore him. As your eyes met, Jungkook couldn't help but send a teasing wink your way, however, it was returned with a bored expression from you.

Like seriously, what did this kid expect? To you to run back into his arms?

Jungkook's goofy smile soon dropped once you turned back to talk with your friends, leaving him feeling frustrated and confused.

Could you possibly have given up on him, for real, this time?

For some odd reason, the thought caused his heart to beat quicker, his stomach twist as his jaw went slack.

~*~

After his jerk acts towards you, Jungkook suddenly gained a lot of antis throughout the whole campus, his fangirls, however, were still faithful as ever. They were especially mean to you, blaming you for the hate that their precious oppa was gaining but you couldn't give a damn about their pathetic asses and jerk of an oppa.

However, you didn't expect them to go as far as doing something physically to hurt you. Like they were doing now.

"Yah!" You sighed, feeling frustrated as one of them grabbed your hair. "Let go before I do something both you and I might regret later."
You were speaking the truth, with the latest five years that you'd spent doing martial arts, you were more than ready to kick their asses right now.

"Do you even know how much Jungkook-oppa had been going through because of you dirty bítch?" One of them yelled, shoving you against the lockers as she continued. "You shitty-"

"Hey, hey. Another word and I won't hold ba-"

"What are you guys doing?"

Both you and the brainwashed ladies looked at him.

"Oppa-"

"Let her go and get out of my face." His voice was stern and icy as he spoke.

You watched one of them sobbing before letting go of your hair and ran away. She was soon followed by the rest of her group, who were shouting after her by the way.

Did they think that this was some sort of K-Drama or what?

You couldn't help but snort loudly, before running a hand through your messy hair in an attempt to fix it.

"Are you alright-"

Your lips were tightly pressed together once you heard him and his annoyingly velvet voice. But you didn't let him play the oh-i'm-so-caring self, before he even got the chance to finish that question of his, you were already leaving.

"Hey-" Fuc-ntastic. "I was talking to you."

His hand had shot out to hold your elbow, keeping you from moving away and causing you to turn around and face his once again, annoying, perfect face.

"What do you want?" You watched him visibly flinch at the harshness of your voice.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Wow. Your acting skills are really no joke!" You couldn't help but laugh before pulling your arm away from his hold. "Will you let me leave if I answer that question?"

"Since you can still find this situation so damn funny, I assume they didn't." He almost hissed, obviously annoyed at frustrated with you. "How's your hand?"

The amused expression on your face soon faded away once he mentioned your burned hand. You had somehow manage to burn it while taking that cupcake out of the oven, being the clumsy potato that you were. But of course, you weren't going to let him have the satisfaction to know that and then laugh at your face.

"I don't know what you mean." You glared at him. "I have to go."

"___-"

"I really don't have time for this, alright?" You said. "Just leave me alone, both you and your fangirls-"

"I'm sorry."

You would have believed him.

If you hadn't known better.