The Bad Boy Next Door {A Jungkook Fanfic}

Horror movie night

Me and Jungkook went home after an hour of talking. Since it was getting late, might as well just go home and go to sleep.

If you by any chance are confused by what happened between me and my father and mother, I'll explain it.

When my farther got back home, he didn't do anything. He just ignored me. It was better than a beating and personally, I really liked it that way. My mom and me have been speaking a little bit more, but just like my father, my mother has been going off on business trips a lot also.

That's basically what happened between me and them. Everything has just been so messed up lately...

I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling. So much shit has been going on and it's driving me nuts. I brought the palms of my hands to my face and just laid back.

Someday soon, this will all end hopefully...

~Time Skip~

"Come on, Jaemun!" He yelled as we walked down the hallways of school. I took my time, to tired to walk at his speed.

He grabbed my hand and looked at me with a annoyed expression, "Just because you are my girlfriend doesn't mean I'm gonna pick you up and Carry you the whole way there. Walk faster." He tugged on my wrist, jerking me forward. I'm so tired, I can't even begin to walk straight.

"What's the matter?" He stopped all of the sudden. I looked up at him with my red, tired eyes. I rubbed my eye with my free hand and looked back at him.

"...I'm tired." I yawned and leaned on his arm. Jungkook looked at me surprised before pulling his arm gently from my grasp, causing me to open my eyes. He was in a squatting form when I opened them.

"Thank you, Kookie." I jumped onto his back and he began walking to our class.

"Yeah, yeah."

***

"Are you still tired?" Jungkook walked out of the school with me, his hands in his pockets and his posture, broad.

"No... I was up all night studying for the upcoming test."

"Really?! Jaemun, I want you to get proper sleep from now on. You'll kill yourself at this rate," He said before walking into his house without another word.

I was somewhat touched by his words. It baffles me that he can go from being completely ignorant and careless to kind and considerate within 2 seconds. I shrugged off the feeling, telling myself it was just Jungkook being Jungkook.

It won't really matter, 'cause in just two days it'll be christmas! (A/N: Please don't blame me for wanting christmas to come earlier.)

About an hour or two later, I was sitting on the couch while watching a movie. The lights dimmed and myself curled up into a ball on the leather couch. I popped some popcorn into my mouth and stared at the screen.

My eyes filled with tears as the movie went on. I was watching "Marley and Me", one of the most saddest movies of all time. I began sobbing like a baby before the doorbell rang. I paused the movie and stood up, sniffling continuously.

I opened the door, my face stained with tears. Of course, like usual, Jungkook was the one who rang the doorbell.

He looked at me before his eyes grew slightly wider.