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

17

Despite arriving late to Music, Jungkook wasn't there. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't mildly relieved. I still wondered where he was though.

We arrived just as someone else was about to start. We apologised, bowing, as we fell into our seats. She motioned for the partners to hold on. Miss Kim looked at the four of us sternly.

Hobi sat next to me instead of Jungkook since our classes had merged together for the presentation. Most of the other people in my class sat next to their partners.

"I'm sorry, do you think you can just turn up to my lesson nearly fifteen minutes late without an explanation?" She wasn't raising her voice which made her a little less scary, since Miss Kim had a lot of patience.

Before we could answer, Jungkook came scuttling in with a girl hooked on his arm. He looked directly at me, a slight look of shock on his face as I smiled pettily at him. He looked away and dragged the girl to the only empty seats left at the back of the class. Hana, her name was, from the Dance class.

Another one of his ex-sex buddies. I guess they weren't ex's anymore.

I can't say I was surprised by how quickly he'd moved on, since it's apparent how little I meant to him. I wish it was the same vice-versa. Despite having smiled at him, just to show him I doing fine, I was wanting to cry so badly. Hoseok turned as he entered the classroom too, and put his hand on my knee caringly. He smiled sadly at me, and I nodded, implying I was okay.

"You too, Jungkook and Hana. Where have you all been?" She looked at us all for answers, and none of us wanted to speak up. So I cut across the silence and took a shot at Jungkook.

"I think I know what Jungkook was doing, miss." She raised an eyebrow, motioning for me to continue. "I believe he was busy banging Hana in the bathrooms, since he likes to do that even when he has a girlfriend." My teacher gaped at me, and looked to the back of the class as if asking for confirmation. There were sniggers around the room, but no one dared say otherwise.

They knew it was probably true, despite me and Jungkook being an item mere hours before. I guessed I should've paid more attention to the little details like that before I decided to fall for him.

Hana ignored the class, still hanging off of Jungkook's arm. He simply looked at me, clearly still hurt from what happened earlier. He gazed at me longingly, but a hint of anger resided within his eyes. That would travel around the school faster than light.

But his lack of determination to defend himself and say otherwise showed I was probably spot on. That made my chest ache.

The teacher cleared her throat. "Well that's all well and good knowing- or not knowing- where Mr Jeon was, but I would like to know where you were." She stared me down intimidatingly. Namjoon saved me.

"We were downtown, miss. We're very sorry. There was a queue in the stalls, and we hadn't had food so we waited." She sighed and relaxed, waving it off.

"Alright alright. Jujjang, Sungmin, continue." They did so, and I felt more and more nervous as time went by. They did very well, and I hoped we could at least match them, if not do better. One by one we were called up, and I froze as I heard Jungkook and Hana's name be called.

They strolled up, Hana bounding with joy, and set up their music on the laptop. Jungkook turned up the speakers, glancing at me. I smirked at him again, determined not to show that inside I was crying and hurting and aching all over. Just the thought of losing him right now made my head ache, and I tried to focus on Hana's dancing instead.

Her physique and posture wasn't brilliant for the style of dance she was doing, and she messed up a few times. I saw Jungkook look away in shame as she focused almost entirely on his gorgeous face. She was distracted, too distracted to be performing. I guess that's karma for cheating (well, not 'cheating' anymore) on me with some desperate slut like her.