Masked Off ~ Vkook Fanfic (SLOW UPDATES)

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In this chapter I made Jungkook kinda sassy and weird......kinda.

WARNING: I WROTE THIS DURING DIFFERENT TIME PERIODS, WITH DIFFERENT MOODS. SO IT MAY OR MAY NOT AFFECT THE TYPES OF THINGS I'M WRITING IN THIS CHAPTER.  

Jungkook POV

Awkward.

That's one way to describe the car ride.

I kept fidgeting and tugging my mask for something to do. My long, slender fingers adjusting it around my face. The man, whose's name I learned was Boe-Yeon, hadn't said a word since I got on. The car was sickeningly beautiful; sickeningly because of the undeniable wealth that went to make this gorgeous junk; beautiful because with its glossy coating and slick shape, she was a rare beauty. Sure the car was pretty, but the driver was less so and I found myself hating this "Bo-Yeon" In just a few minutes he was one of the 'lucky' people on my "I-want-to-kill-you-but-you-can't-plan-murder-out-loud list". I heard him muttering about how I was lucky because I had a slender body figure. I mean, EXCUSE ME?! I may pride in my body shape, but this Boe-boe guy was muttering about me like an object. Which, for your information, is something you shouldn't do in front of a person twice their size. As I got on the sickeningly car, I silently cursed at myself ,wondering how I got myself into this situation.

(2 hours before) {SOUND AFFECTS}"WOooaaAAAHhhh"

I held my hand out, wanting to help her up, but she subtly flinched. All warmth and softness from before, quickly evaporate as my eyes harden into shards of ice. My posture stiffened as I clenched my fists and awkwardly retracted my arm. The crowd was now whispering and spreading messages full of lies and daggers. 

Revolting people, I thought as I glared at the horny pimps, the lustful men, and the Visors that can't keep their skirts on. 

I kept my face neutral though, my lips pressed into a straight line, eyes looking straight ahead. The strange man was one his phone now, still glaring daggers at the Visor struggling to stand and was wincing at the smallest movement. As he talked, ahem YELLED, on the phone, I realized he was sweating. But OH NO, he wasn't just sweating, no he was drenched, his skin reflecting the light and giving off a oily sheen. His mouth was moving furiously, and his chubby hands were making gestures that were anything but relaxed. 

I was standing there, like a idiot, when a rough hand clasped my shoulder and I visibly stiffened. My mind went on defensive mode and, without thought, I turned around and punched them in the face.

Not a smart idea but hey, when you're an Untouchable you tend to be on high alert when someone willingly comes up to you and pats your shoulder. 

The person I (accidentally) punched let out a "manly" scream. (note the sarcasm)

"OWWW-MY GOD! HOLY MOTHER OF BEJESUS. THAT HURT." a familiar voice whined, clutching his nose in pain. 

Instead of some drunk dude, I punched Chanyeol in the face, which left him angry (a understatement) 

AND with bloody nose, may I so humbly add.

"It's not my fault that you chose to touch me; if you wanted my attention then you should have said something. You don't have a loud, blabber-mouth for no reason!" I complained, not caring if I sounded like a five-year old kid.