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

9

I felt uncomfortable around Jungkook after the bathroom incident, and wasn't sure what to think of it, it'd really hurt me, but I knew that was just the fridge side of me thinking I'll be alone forever. Which is probably true, but ah well.

I completely ignored him in Music for a while, but he didn't even try to talk to me anyway. Maybe he felt the same discomfort.

No, what am I talking about. It's Jungkook. For a lot of our music lessons, we were just working on our melody. It didn't have to have words, just a tune for the our partners to dance to. Every time I'd done another section, I'd send it to Hoseok and he'd work on it. We meet up every fortnight to see what we had to offer etc. Sometimes he'd cancel, but that was okay. He had a life, he was social.

I chuckled at my thoughts. Jungkook gave me a weird look. I ignored him and continued composing. Every so often, I'd see him glance at my work, as if judging my progress.

By the tenth time, I grew sick of it.

"Jesus, Jungkook. You've got your own work to get on with, so don't look at mine." I didn't look at him, just made some hand gestures and leaned back in my seat a little. He didn't respond, but he stopped.

A little later on in the lesson, he started tapping his pencil against the table. He was thinking, I could tell. It wasn't intentionally annoying, I hoped, but it was starting to grind away at me and I snapped. I snatched his pencil from his hands and he stared blankly at me. He held out his hand, and I nearly put my hand there instead of the pencil. That would've been an awkward mistake.

"Stop. Tapping." He said nothing, just kept staring. I reluctantly gave him back his pencil. He didn't tap his pencil again. It was weird, he was doing everything I asked. Well, yelled.

Normally he'd do it more to annoy me, and then tone it down. I cocked my head to the side. Was he okay? I know we hadn't said anything to each other since what happened the week before, but still. He'd been acting extra weird for the last few days.

After class, I caught up with him. I didn't care that he was with Namjoon, and soon after Jin. I pulled him off to the side. He refused to meet my gaze.

"What's up?" I wasn't concerned, just curious. I think. He shrugged and went to go, but I put my arm there, against the wall. "Don't fucking ignore me, dickhead." I was losing my patience. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall. He still didn't look at me. I was about three inches shorter than him, so he only had to look over my head to avoid me. But he didn't even do that - he looked to the side. I felt like slapping him, but instead I poked his cheek.

He finally looked at me, and I grinned. I could see he was trying not to at that.

He mumbled a response. "Nothing." He tried to go again, but still I kept my arm there.

"You're not leaving until you tell me. You've been acting like you're on your period for over a week now. What's wrong?"

"Why do you care?" I bit my lip. Why did I?

"I don't. I'm just curious." An obvious bluff, but he didn't seem bothered, nor inclined to call me out, tease me. What the hell had happened?

He shrugged. "Like I said, nothing."

"Jungkook, come on. I've taken time out of my day to ask you, so you better fucking tell me." I was losing it, but I also grew concerned.

"Now who's on their period." He mumbled. I slapped him.

Yes, I slapped him. I didn't mean to, it just kind of happened. He looked mildly stunned. I cupped my hands around my mouth.

"Oh my god, sorry!" I don't know why I was apologising, he kinda deserved it. But the politeness in me took over. "I didn't mean to." I winced as I saw nearby girls glare at me. He just rolled his eyes.

Then I was pulled back by my hair so roughly and so suddenly that I fell to the floor. I groaned as I looked around to see who the hell had done that, and I saw a girl from my Biology class standing over me. I hopped up, ignoring the stinging gash on my elbow.

"What the hell?" I was trying not to get physical with her, but if she tried anything, I wouldn't hesitate to do so. I knew a few moves, so I could have her on the floor in seconds.

"Don't you ever slap Jeongguk again!" She screamed. I flinched at her tone, a little shocked.

"Uhm, excuse me. I can slap whoever I want. And let him stick up for himself, jeez." She was fuming, anger radiating off of her. She lunged for me, so I went in to meet her halfway and threw her over my hip. She hit the floor with a CRUNCH, and she burst into tears. I left her there and looked back to the space where Jungkook was.

But he was long gone. I groaned and walked away, going to the break room.

What was up with him?!

**

I met an unfriendly face in the break room - Yeseul. She decided to sit opposite me on the small table, despite my protests.

"So you and Jungkook huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry?"

"You and Jungkook? A thing? Right?" She glared at me accusingly. Oh please don't let this be a rumour going around.

"No, not even close. He's a dickhead to treats girls, like you, like shit. Why can't anyone see that, jeez." She looked a little offended. "Is that what people are saying?" She looked pissed as she nodded.

"After you confessed you liked him, rumours went around, as I'm sure you know. And then some girls saw you follow Jungkook into the Science bathrooms. Apparently you.." She gulped. "Did it." My eyes widened. Oh no. "And then you beat up a girl and stuck up for Jungkook. That's why you punched me as well!" I shook my head rapidly, about to explain, but she cut me off. "I mean I know I may not be his type, but you're even worse!" I didn't take it to heart, I knew she was frustrated. I didn't think highly of myself anyways, but I knew other people thought of me in an even worse light. I couldn't blame them.

"Yeseul, let me explain!" She looked at me, confused. I took a deep breath. "Listen, listen. Me and Jungkook are not together. He's a playboy, and I really don't like him." She frowned.

"But everyone's saying-.. The bathroom-..." I shook my head again, my brain rattling from side to side.

"It's a misunderstanding. I was being sarcastic with that stupid stupid confession, and my mate just so happened to have been recording. It was a prank, okay? And I punched you because you were annoying both me AND Jungkook, so y'know." She looked a little hurt. Ah well. "That girl attacked me first, so I therefore repayed her. She was being weirdly overprotective over Jungkook, like she owned him." I shuddered. "I was just saying he could stick up for himself. And the bathroom.." It came flooding back to my mind, and I had to block it out before I got distracted. "We didn't 'do it'. I would never 'do it' with him, okay?"

She bit her lip, sighing. "Oh. Well, what did you do then?" I tried to think of an excuse, but my mind went blank.

"Uhm, we didn't do anything. We just both went into the bathroom, to.. do different things." I hoped she didn't notice me hesitating. She shrugged.

"Well it's no good telling me. Everyone else still thinks you're sex buddies, or in a relationship. Others are saying he's too good for you, you know, stuff like that." Another blow to my descending self-esteem.

"Could you maybe try and tell some of them otherwise? Just a few! Word'll spread that it's not true, and it'll all blow over, right?" She shrugged.

"Hm. I don't think I will." I glared as she left, throwing me a snarky smile over her shoulder.

What a bitch.