Knowing - jikook au

Mistake.

Mistake. Jungkook had made a stupid mistake.

When he woke, it took about 5 minutes for him to work out that the person beside him was not Jimin, and that he was deluding himself with the images of the shorter man snuggling next to him in the bed sheets. When he rolled over, he was met with the face of a naked girl, and the memory of a bad drunken mistake. Jungkook had hoped that the girl from the bar the previous night would have had the courtesy to slip out of his bed early that morning and take a hike but no, she was still, unfortunately, there. In his bed. Naked.

It's not that Jungkook hadn't had sex with a woman before, it's that he hadn't had sex with anyone in two years, since Jimin. That's why he'd expected to see the latter when he rolled over, he supposed, not- this woman... whose name had escaped him.

Jungkook honestly had no idea what to do. Having a one night stand was such a not Jungkook thing to do and now he was faced with a dilemma because if he stayed in bed she might wake up and want cuddles, and if he got up and went elsewhere she might wake up and go snooping through his stuff, and-

"Morning."

Shit, she's awake.

"Good morning," Jungkook replied awkwardly, watching the woman smile in a sultry way which made him blush and turn onto his back to face the ceiling, unable to sustain any more eye contact.

"Last night was fun," The woman said, tone suggestive. "We should do it again sometime."

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you

"Listen..." Jungkook started, but paused when he realised he still didn't know her name, so quickly skipped over that bit. "I was very drunk last night and I was facing some issues and-"

"Oh, so was I," she replied "I've just broken off a long-term relationship. I was just suggesting it if you wanted some fun," the girl said, sliding out of the bed and looking around for her clothes, then slipping on her thong, bra and jeans before pulling Jungkook's half-buttoned shirt on over her head.

You're not allowed to wear that. Only Jimin is allowed to wear my clothes.

The thought came and went before Jungkook could stop it and he groaned, rolling over to bury his face in his pillow. Jimin hadn't worn his clothes in two years. Jimin wouldn't wear his clothes ever again. Only Jungkook wears Jungkook's clothes. "Idiot." He whispered into the pillow.

"Hungover?" The girl questioned, referencing the groan that Jungkook had let out.

"Something like that," Jungkook replied, wondering why she hadn't upped and left yet. Did she have something to hang around for? No, so why was she still there? She was giggling and flirting with him and honestly all he wanted to do was tell her to piss off but he wouldn't, because he didn't want to be that dickhead who kicks their one night stand out of their apartment.

"Well, here's my number-" Jungkook turned his head to see the girl leaving a piece of paper on the pillow she had slept on. "Call me sometime."

With a wink, the girl left and Jungkook waited until he heard the front door of the apartment shut before he bounced up and started stripping the bedsheets, unsettled because the smell of her perfume was caught on the fabric. It should only smell like him, or Jimin. Not her. Actually, not Jimin either. Just him. Just Jungkook.

Once he'd changed the bed, he glanced at the piece of paper which had the girl's name and a number, then threw it in the bin before going to take a shower, eager to wash the previous night's mistake off his body.

There's another mistake to add to the list. Sleeping with Hana.

If only he knew how much that mistake was going to cost him.