I Latte You // Namjoon X Reader

Jungkook

- Y/N? Are you ready? - Kook asked standing in front of the bedroom door. - Y/N? - he opened the door and saw you still sleeping in bed. - Seriously... - he came closer. - Come on, get up.

- Go away... - you said with your raspy morning voice.

- We have practice today. - he pulled the covers away from you. - Lets get down to business to defeat the huns. 

- Really Kook? Mulan?

- Yes, really. Go get dressed. I'll be waiting outside the house. - he said and left.

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- Have fun baby! - Namjoon kissed you and opened the car door for you.

-Thanks Joonnie!

- Uh, couples. - Kook whined as he rested his hands on the wheel.

- Oh please like we don't know about you and Tae. - you mocked and Namjoon laughed before he shut the door. 

 - How did you...

- Last week, Kook. You guys are loud as fuck. I regret inviting you to stay over.

-Oh...Well shit. - he laughed and you saw how his face turned red. - Anyway we gotta go.

- Bye Joonnie!

- Bye sunshine! - he waived and went back into the house.

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*five minutes into the ride*

- Where are we going? - you asked while checking your twitter.

- Shooting range. I have to check your aim. - he said not taking his eyes off the road. 

- I could say my aim is good. My Overwatch main is Widowmaker after all (she's a sniper). - you said with a proud tone.

- Then I think you'll do great. - he smiled.

The next ten minutes were spent in silence. The shooting range is outside the city so it takes about 30 minutes to go there. You were falling asleep when suddenly you remembered about something. 

- Hey, Kookie? - you said quietly to get his attention.

- Hm? - he responded.

- I had a small talk with Jimin the other day. He told me about his past and how each of you has a different "story" so I was wondering...What's yours? - Jungkook was surprised at first but then he thought for a moment.

- Well it's not a happy fairy tale if that's what you're expecting. - he laughed. - I think my story is the worst out of everyone's.

- We have time. - you said and made yourself comfortable in your seat ready to listen. 

- Okay then. - He started. - My childhood was with one word a nightmare. My parents were hella rich because they would sell my body to some random dudes. They would say "Give us the money and do whatever you want with him." I remember it clearly. My father and uncle molested me for fun, sometimes both at the same time. - his face darkened at the memory. - If I tried to fight or disobey they would lock me in my room without food for days. The only time they cared about me was when I got sick. Not because they loved me. Of course not. They just couldn't make money because no one would fuck a sick kid. - he laughed again. - I tried to run away a few times but I always got caught. I cried every night. I prayed for this hell to end. I hoped someone would come and save me. But then it hit me. I had no friends and no relatives. No one knew I was there. No one knew I existed. The only person who could save me was me. So one night when I was sitting on my bed my father came in the room and without saying a single word he pinned me to the bed and started doing...things. I couldn't take it anymore so I--