ELEVATOR.

-two

"THIS is all your fault! it's all your fucking fault!" he slammed his fist against the elevator.

i sighed. "slow down, grasshopper. you can't change it anyway."

if gazes could kill, i definitely would be dead.

"okay sweetie. if you want your beautiful, little face to stay the way it is, shut up. or otherwise-"

"you'll murder me, blah blah blah. i don't give a fuck.." i looked at him, "what's your name by the way?"

the boy snorted.

"i'm not going to tell you, sweetie."

tsk. why was he being so stubborn?

"ok, then i'll just call you 'whiny bitch.'"
the boy looked even more angry.

then he mumbled something i couldn't understand.

"huh? can you repeat that, whiny bitch?" i smirked. it was fun teasing him.

he closed his eyes, "first, stop calling me that. second, my name is jungkook. jeon. jungkook. got ot? and third," he suddenly approached me.

i tried to escape but failed as my back hit the elevator-wall.

he placed his hands above my head and came closer to my face. 

i froze.

my eyes widened as the tip of his nose touched mine.

his gaze was intense. "you'd better stop smirking at me, sweetie." it was almost like he was staring right into my soul.

i felt my heartbeat getting faster and my knees weaker.

"get the fuck away from me, whiny bitch." i turned my face to the side, tried to avoid his stare. 

feeling his warm breath, i did my best to escape from this captivity.

"what did i tell you about not calling me like that?" his lips slightly came in contact with my cheek.

oh hell no.

"get the fuck away from me jungkook!"

i could see the surprised but still suffering face of him. he sank slowly down on his knees, trying not to cry out in pain.

well, i just did what i had to.

what every woman would do in a situation like that.

"what the hell was that for?!" jungkook was still on his knees, looking up to me with a pissed expression.

"that was for almost raping me you jerk!" oh yes. he definitely deserved being kicked in the balls. "plus, you already have a fucking girlfriend! and believe me, she would've done the exact same thing if she--"

"she is not my girlfriend." he suddenly interrupted.

oh.

"she isn't? wait, is it a 'he'?!"  i was getting way to exited about this. i even forgot to continue with being angry at this idiot.

jungkook chuckled softly and sat down, resting his head against the elevator-wall.

he was surprised as i sat down beside him.

honestly, i was too.

we looked at eachother, silence surrounding us.

i hate admitting it, but his special someone should be happy to have such an attractive friend.

"no, i have to disappoint you. it's not a 'he'." he looked away from me.

"she's just..a friend, kind of." why did he sound so sad, so broken?

"and why do you look so unhappy saying that?" i asked.

he started to laugh.

it was a quite, dark laugh.

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· lou