Tomorrow • A Jungkook X Reader Fanfiction

#7

"You shouldn't have sneaked out in the middle of the night to meet a girl Jungkook-ah", says Namjoon reproachful. "You could've at least told us." Taehyung chuckles beside me at his words. Ha. So funny.

"I know. But I'm not a child anymore Namjoon-hyung." Even in my own ears I sound whiny. "You can't keep me locked in the dorm just because our managers wouldn't like it if we dated someone. Y/n and I aren't even dating."

I mean, our leaders motivations make sense. One of us dating would send a huge wave through media and it'd be a big scandal that we can't allow us in the moment when we just had a big success with our new album.

Not even considering the fact that our schedule is so packed that it's hard enough to get some freetime or even enough sleep.

But still. I want to do something normal that's not overshadowed by my existence as an idol, just as a normal person.

"That's not the only thing", Yoongi says from the couch, where he's sitting with his laptop, probably writing lyrics like he always does. "Say it already, Namjoon."

What could there be other than that I got caught doing something I shouldn't do?

"Well, there are already... rumors. And photos, or rather one." Though his voice is calm, I can tell that Namjoon is really upset.

"What?" This can't be true. "How's that even possible? We've met like, three times and always at night." Everyone remains silent.

"This is a joke, right?" We're not in some bad drama on TV; things like that are too unrealistic to happen in real life.

Namjoon opens something on his phone, then turns it around without saying a word so I can see the picture they're talking about, together with a short article from a newspaper I don't even know, seemingly some minor gossip rag.

The picture itself is grainy because it was taken at night probably with a phone; you almost can't make out the two people standing in the middle of the road, hugging. This photo has to be from the second time we met, when y/n cried. I'm quite sure who took it: the two girls from the café who seem to have recognized me.

When you look really closely you could think it was us but never make that out for sure.

The article isn't anything significant either. It just says that this picture showed up on social media, the owner asserting the guy on the photo was me, but Bighit hasn't stated anything about it yet.

They probably won't. This is so small you can't even call it a scandal.

I sigh relieved. "You could never recognize us."

"So it is really you." Namjoon' tone is still accusing.

"But it doesn't matter, right? There might be some people speculating, but in a few weeks, if not days, this'll be forgotten."

"It's the whole thing that's the problem. You can't just jump around, date girls, or just meet them, even if it's at night, even if your wearing a mask and a hood or whatever. If it's something serious you'd have to make it public at some point to prevent a scandal, if it's nothing serious she could talk to the press and -"

I interrupt Namjoon. "I get the point, hyung."

"You don't." Yoongi stands up from the sofa. "Seokjin told us she doesn't even know you're an idol. You have to tell her at some point."

"Have you even thought about what you're doing? How this will carry on? I can't imagine this not ending in a mess." I haven't noticed Seokjin standing in the doorway. Although he's the oldest of us he never sounds this bossy. 

"What you're saying is you don't want a scandal", I say harsher than intended. "If there won't be a scandal, it's no problem, right?"

"Jungkook-ah..."

I ignore Taehyung. "Why are you all even like this? You're making things worse than they actually are."

"Finding out on the internet that you're seeing a girl was not fun at all", Seokjin sighs. "You know we are just worried, Jungkookie..."

I stare at him for a moment, trying to swallow my anger. "I know, I should've told you before. It's just all - quite new for me. Everything seems so chaotic."

"Soo... Tell us. How did you two meet?", Taehyung asks with his big smile from one ear to another.

But although the argument is forgotten that fastly, I still ly awake this night, thinking of the photo, the article and Seokjin-hyung's words.

"I can't imagine this not ending in a mess."