It's Always Been Him (BTS Jungkook x Reader)

4

I kept my head down as I trailed through the school halls. I felt the gazes of the pupils weighing me down, but I pushed through until I got to my locker.

Looks like my 'confession' went viral within my school.

Namjoon was a few lockers down from me, and when he saw me, he didn't hesitate to interrogate me.

"Y/N!" I groaned. "It's true, isn't it? You really have a crush on Jungkook?!" I banged my head repeatedly on my locker, gaining some odd looks from nearby walkers. I snapped my head at him.

"No. None of it is true. I was being blatantly sarcastic. Why the fuck would I have a crush on a bastard like Jeon fucking Jungkook? It's beyond ridiculous." I stuffed my books into my locker, along with my jacket and slammed it, storming off in the opposite direction. But he quickly caught up to me as I headed to the break room.

"Is it though? From what I heard, he bought you a pastie. You love pasties. Aaaand he helped you on your music work. And you two sit next to each other in Music! You'd be a great couple." I quickened my pace.

"Everyone. Loves. Pasties. Namjoon. Aaaand  I didn't ask for that, he was just rubbing it in my face that I'm hopeless. I don't sit next to him voluntarily. You saw. We would in no way be a great couple." I huffed as we left the block and walked around the front lawn. I seriously regretted leaving my jacket inside. It was freezing, and I had goosebumps on my arms. I debated going back for it, but I just wanted to be done with this conversation. I hugged myself.

"Hmph. Maybe he feels the same way."

"You're right, he does! He mutually hates me." He rolled his eyes, but dropped behind and headed somewhere else. Finally, I was alone.

Another set of footsteps quickly caught up with me, and put their jacket over my shoulders.

Nope.

I couldn't catch a break.

"What are you doing?" I asked flatly. He shrugged as he slid his hands into his jean pockets. I hated to say it, but his jacket was really warm and nice. It smelt of him, and he kinda smelt nice. Again, I hated to say it. I didn't want to take it off, but keeping it would be like me admitting defeat to whatever the hell was going on inbetween us. So I took it off and chucked it at him. He barely caught it before it hit the floor.

"Suit yourself." Despite sounding mildly annoyed, he stayed at my side. I was too tired to complain. We got into the break room, and all eyes turned to us. I hid behind my hair, my face flushed. I sped to a nearby table and sat down, leaning into the wall as I whipped out my phone. I checked my notifications and saw a message from Maya. I almost didn't open it.

But curiosity got the better of me.

Hey.. I know what I did was a dick move, and I'm sorry. It was joke, but I guess I went a little far this time, huh? :( I'm really sorry. How can I make it up to you?

I sighed.

"At least she knows she was a dick. Saves you having to tell her." I turned around to see Jungkook peering over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you still here?" He pouted.

"Aren't I allowed to lead on the girl who has a giant crush on me?" He winked as he stepped out of reach of my punch.

"You know it's not true."

"Do I?" He pretended to think. I sent a quick Later to Maya and lay my head down on the desk, hating everyone and everything right then.

He sat down next to me, and I knew a group of his fangirls were nearly crying in the corner. He scooted closer. We stayed in silence like that for so long I nearly fell asleep. But an annoying voice pierced the peace.

"Oh. My. God. Jungguk?!" I recognised the voice almost instantly. It was the girl who wanted to sit by Jungkook in Music. I wanted to scream as I raised my head. She ran around to the front of the table, leaning on it in a way that pushed up her breasts. Great. "What a coincidence!" She didn't even glance at me as she grabbed his hands and put on a fake smile. Her face was smothered in thick, blotchy foundation, and her unflattering lipstick made her lips look dry and crusty.

"Mm." He moved his hands under the desk, away from her grasp. You could see how hurt she felt, but she appeared determined not to let it get to her.

"We should get a coffee together!" Her extraordinarily high voice made my head hurt. Jungkook looked very uncomfortable and stiff. He shook his head.

"Sorry Yeseul, I'm busy right now." She glared at me.

"Doesn't look like it."

"Well I am." He wasn't doing a good job at keeping the irritation out of his voice.

"Maybe later then?" She was so persistent.

"Uh.." I sighed, butting in.

"Sorry, Yeseul. He doesn't want to have coffee with you now, later, or ever. I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you fucked off and stopped harrassing him." Both Jungkook and Yeseul looked shock, and we'd caught the attention of some students on neighbouring tables. Yeseul however looked at Jungkook for confirmation, and he avoided her gaze. She let tears flood her eyes before dramatically wiping them away.

"I see. Why didn't you tell me?" She put on a fake 'hurt' voice. He bit his lip. What a pussy. She scowled and slapped him, hard. He winced. That would leave a mark. She was about to walk away when I stood up suddenly and blocked her path. She glared at me again; not a good look for her. And then she was on the floor. I shook out my hand as I sat down, annoyed that my knuckles would be bruised after that.

Jungkook stared at me. "What?" I stared back.

"Bit harsh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You literally sleep around with every girl in our year, and dump them once you're done." He bit his lip again.

"... Good point." He leant back in his chair and shut his eyes. Yeseul got up, teary. I smiled innocently at her, noticing her bloody nose. What a shame. She ran out of the room, and relief flooded me. I was gonna get in trouble for that. "We're even now, I guess." I heard the baby mutter. I scoffed.

"Grow a pair."