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

18

I switched on my TV, snuggled warmly under the blanket. The cold air bit at my exposed neck, rolling chills down my spine. I clicked on to Netflix, and opened my tub of freezing ice cream while I waited for it load. I clicked on to Bojack Horseman and dug into my ice cream. It gave me brain-freeze as I felt it slither down my oesophagus. I shivered. It was cold like my chest right now.

I glanced at my alarm clock on my bedside table.

14:03.

I was only fourteen hours into this terrible day. I sighed as I focused on the TV again. I'd only been awake for about ten minutes, having tried to sleep away most of the day.

18/12/2017

Two months after Jungkook and I got together. Three days after we broke up.

I shoved another spoonful of DAIM's ice cream into my mouth, feeling myself tear up. But I blinked away the useless tears and paused Bojack Horseman after I heard three, reluctant knocks. I ignored it.

Another knock at my door. I groaned and yelled for them to come in.

My dad slipped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"Hey sweetie. You okay?" He kissed my forehead, sitting on the edge of my bed. I grumbled.

"No." He held my hand gently.

"Well then, you might not be happy with what I'm about to say." I raised an eyebrow, wary. "You have a visitor." I ran through the list of people who knew where I lived, and narrowed it down to the people who would come by for whatever reason.

Jungkook was on that list.

I gulped and set my half-eaten tub of ice cream on my desk. I left my room and my dad raced after me. Before I could open the door, my dad grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Before you open that door, listen. Hear him ou-" I shrugged him off and opened the door, slamming it shut behind me. That was all I needed to hear to know it was him.

He bit his tongue guiltily as he presented me with flowers. I didn't take them.

"What do you want, asshole?" He sighed lightly before dropping his arm to his side, the bouquet of flowers bouncing off of his toned leg. I noticed a deep cut on his cheekbone and a slightly bruised eye. I ignored it.

"Listen baby, I'm s-" I slapped him. Jungkook stared at me, shocked.

"Don't. Call. Me. Baby." He looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry. Even though I didn't want to kiss Jae-Eun-" I shuddered at her name. "-I didn't push her off. I was wrong to do-.. to not do that, and I'm sorry. You were right." I held my head up proudly.

"I didn't need you to tell me that, I already knew." He smiled lightly, glad to see my cockiness return.

"Well a bit of reassurance never hurt anyone, did it?" He tried to make eye contact, but as soon as he met my ice-cold gaze he turned away again.

"Why are you here, Jungkook?" He met my stare again, this time holding it. I could see the longing in his eyes, how much he missed me.

"For you. Today should've been our two month anniversary, and while that isn't all that special, you're special to me. So I wanted to celebrate it with you anyway, but of course things kinda went downhill huh..." He scratched behind his neck, nervous.

"What's your point? I've got a tub of ice cream and four seasons of Bojack Horseman waiting for me, so make it quick." He took a step closer. I took a step back. He stepped closer again and again, until I was up against the door. I gulped. Even after breaking my heart, it still beat for him. He still made my palms sweat and my stomach churn like we were in the bathroom all over again.