Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter eight

Once again, I'm wondering why the hell I'm finding myself in places I have no knowledge about. Here I am, sat next to the mystery boy, in his car with all my groceries in his back seat. . . He didn't want mine to get mixed up with his in the trunk, that way he wouldn't accidentally grab a bag with junk food in it. God forbid he touch junk food since its poison. More for me then.

His music was different, interesting kinda, but it was obnoxious because it was what he listened to. He was bobbing his head to the beat of the music and his thumb was drumming against the steering wheel as well. With all his movement, it made me want to pin him down and restrain him so he couldn't be even more obnoxious than he already was being. He hasn't said anything to me so far, and I haven't bothered to say anything to him; I didn't really want to.

I was so embarrassed when I had to accept his offer, I didn't want to be left there so I didn't have any other choice but to go with him. It hurt the little amount of pride I had inside of me, I was fighting internally to not have anything to do with him for the next few days at least and look what happened. I broke my little promise to myself, but it wasn't like I wanted to, more like a 'there's no other way' type. It wasn't intentional.

I was jotting notes down on my phone, noting what was happening and what had happened as well as other possible plots that I could write about. I didn't know if I would be continuing the story about the mystery boy. . .

"Are you writing?" He asks which causes me to lock my phone. "Were you watching my phone instead of the road?" I begin, "You could have killed us."

"I just glanced over, that's all, I didn't look long. You were just typing really fast so I figured someone either pissed you off or you were writing." He shrugs his shoulders as he continues to bob his head to the music, mouthing a few of the lyrics as well.

"For the record, the only person who has pissed me off is you." And my roommate who has seemed to take your side.

"Is it because I called you crazy today?" He's either really clueless or he just wants another rise out of me. I can't tell if he's being serious about not knowing what he's done to me or not. He's called me delusional and has said that if I didn't get my reality set apart from my imagination then I would be put in a hospital. But then again his head is so far up his own ass, maybe he left his brain there when he tried to pull it back out.

"Basically." I chose to simplify it, I don't want to give him an upper hand by knowing fully why I am upset with him; he could use it against me somehow.

"Look, I'm sorry." Wait. Did he just apologize? To me? "You might be living in a fantasy world, but I shouldn't have called you delusional and said that you'd be put in a psych ward for it. It may just be your way of coping with life."

"It is not how I cope, nor am I living in some fantasy realm. I'm living in the same world as you are, and to be delusional you have to make a reality up and believe that you are partaking in it. I may be an author, but I don't live in a world I create, I leave it and the characters on the page." I defend. He knows absolutely nothing about me therefore he has no right to comment on how I would cope with something. That was crossing the line right there, he stepped way over a boundary that shouldn't have to be established in order for it to be known.

"Alright, alright. Your point has been made. But isn't an author supposed to get their inspiration from real happenings around them? If you write, where does your inspiration come from?"

"You are not entitled to that type of information. You don't know me as I don't know you so don't question me on how or what I write from." I snap, coming across as harsh as I wanted to. He needs to back the fuck off and learn that if you are not on a first name basis then you can not ask someone about their personal life.