Out Of Love [BTS ff]

《 11 》

As the kind soul he is, Jungkook let me go back inside for 20 minutes to eat or shower or whatever I needed to do. Well, it took a little bit of persuasion and leg muscle, but it still worked out well. My mind was conflicted, as I debated between running away or getting kidnapped. But I figured, hey, it's better to get kidnapped and smack and order that little cannibal around than run away only to come back and meet the same fate, right? I mean, considering that he's been here for so long, that must mean he has no schedule today. But just what does he want to do with me that he has to force me to go with him? I thought, ripping apart a loaf of bread.

I was in the middle of nomming on a piece of bread when the security guards pretty much ripped my door off. “YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE PAYING IF YOU BREAK MY DOOR!” I spat at them. Literally, bread crumbs flew everywhere, as disgusting as that sounds.

They shoved me into the backseat of the van, where Jungkook was waiting playing candy crush on his phone. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, mischievously, as he puts down his phone to look at me.

A sigh escaped me. “What do you want this time, Kooks?”

The boy didn't even bother to hesitate. “Ok so first, you have your fake glasses right?"

"Uhhh, yeah. Why?"

"Nooothing. Also, I wanted to look at the contact name you gave me and change it if I dislike it.”

I rolled my eyes. He's literally got me hostaged I could feed him cookies for all I care and he asks to see his contact name? Does he even realize that I'm most likely going to change it back if any changes were made? I pulled out --- and nearly dropped --- my phone to show him my, in my opinion, wonderfully picked out contact name for him. Jungkook just looked at me as if I just asked “1+1 is 5, right?”

“Ok so that's obviously gonna change…”

“Why? I believe that it shows my loyalty to you while bringing back beautiful memories, like despite what it says, I still pick up and regret it anyways. Why? Because I never check the caller ID,” I grinned and batted my eyes innocently.

“Yeah ok no. Let's change it to… there, it's perfect now.” He was beaming, wearing a smile that stretched from ear to ear, and showed me the phone screen which read, “The Golden Oppa”.

“Ok disclaimer, that is not the ‘perfect’ nickname okay, I've never called you oppa like EVER.”

“No! Don't you remember that time you called me oppa because I didn't give you a slice of cake? Or when you were sad I was leaving to pursue my dream?”

I placed my hand on his shoulder gently. “Two times, Jungkook, two times… not even three. I understand how you feel but, I've done something called moving on, okay? Those two times… they were enough times, understand?” Jungkook just stared at me weirdly. He didn't need to use words to convey the message: “you're not sane”.

“Uhhhh, ok just stop,” he threw my phone in my direction, which nailed me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain and silently cursed him. “So onto the next objective….” he turned to look at me mischievously.

“Oh no… oh no Kooks you can't do this to me. JUNGKOOK I'M SO GONNA KILL YOU YOU'RE GONNA GET IT THIS TIME. JUNG JUNGKOOK NOOOOOO PLEASE NO. OPPA! GOLDEN OPPA! JUNGKOOK OPPA JEBALLLLLLL DON'T MAKE A RESULT TO VIOLENCE YOU LITTLE --” the van that carried us was parked outside a nice apartment building, and I already knew what was going to happen. So I clung onto Jungkook’s arm like a koala, shaking him back in forth as if he was a salt shaker. Not that I cared anyway.

The security guards just kinda stood there and waited, watching in awe since Kook didn't tell them to do anything. Yet.

After 5 minutes of the same scene, I was finally forced out of the van and into the building. Yeah, we got weird looks but according to Jungkook, it was “worth it”.