Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter ten

------ JUNGKOOK'S POV ------

(surprise!)

"Fucking hell," I mutter as I exit out of the conversation with Y/N and click on the messages shared with a co-worker of mine, needing him to cover the rest of my shift for me. I peer out into the dining room to see no one and I contemplate leaving or not; locking the door and putting the spare key in the potted plant hanging by the door for Jackson when he got here. It could cost me my job, but who gives a damn anyways? This place was rarely busy, only grandparents would come in on a regular basis for their morning coffee and pie; not that I minded them, though, they were funny and they tipped well.

Saying 'fuck it' in my head, I quickly wiped down the counter before pulling my apron over my head. Placing it on the hook, I grab my belongings from under the counter top and head straight towards the door, locking it on the way out. I make sure to send a text to Jackson to let him know where the key is at as I'm walking down the sidewalk, but even though I'm telling him exactly where it's at I feel as if it's going to be a never ending scavenger hunt on his end.

Bless the poor man child, but the simplest of directions couldn't seem to comprehend in that brain of his and something that should take no longer than a minute to do will turn into nearly a half an hour for him to complete. He responds as I approach the stoplight, saying he'd be in within the next hour or so, depending on how quickly he could find his own keys.

Sometimes I wonder what was going through my boss' head when he hired him, but I guess since Jackson isn't that bright he can get paid less than I do and think that it's minimum wage. Small brain equals cheap labor.

I press the walk button several times in a row, wanting the little man to appear immediately but of course the light changes and traffic begins to cross where I want to walk. I groan in my subconscious as I mutter incoherent things towards the inanimate object that is preventing me from walking forward. It was absolutely pointless to curse at a stoplight, but it helped I suppose.

Since the red hand went away and was replaced with the icon I was wanting, I somewhat ran across, slowing to walk again once I was on the other side. I eyes the signs as I passed each store, looking for the small gas station she said she was in and when the neon lights came into view, I couldn't help but notice the familiar black suburban sitting in the parking lot. Great, just great.

I walk through the small door instantly being hit by the smell of tobacco and licorice. . . interesting smell. Unique and sickening at the same time. It isn't hard to spot her with the short, man as his full head of dark hair with a lone silver stripe running through it is a dead give away.

I approach the two, and when I get to be arms length away from him, I extend my hand and tap his shoulder a couple of times. He turns around and when he sees me his frown is replaced by a smirk.

"Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up and join our little get together." He snidely remarks to me.

"Surprised you're still here, actually, considering you usually like to take your game to go." I sarcastically reply, eyeing him closely to see what types of movements he would make or any change in body language. He shifts a bit around on his feet, but that is all, nothing too major. . . yet. Looks like I have to wait until I really piss the guy off, then would I get some action.

"Not this time, we need the bonus to make it whole." He says, his voice deep and gruff; there was a certain rasp to his voice but it was caused by smoking rather than it being natural.

"Listen, bud, just let her walk away from this and nothing will happen to you, me, or anyone else. She's already promised that she wouldn't utter a word about it to anyone but me."

"Who said I was trying to take her? I was just wanting to have a civil, simple conversation with whom I've heard crashed our little party." He places his arm around her shoulder and I don't miss the way she jumps at the contact; I would too, his hands were dirty. She presses her lips into a thin line, shutting her eyes tight as he pulls her closer into him, her shoulder fitting right under his armpit.

"So what have you guys been talking about?" I ask, my eye shifting between the two of them. He coyly smiles at me while she on the other hand re-opens her eyes and looks around the store, occasional looking my way but her eyes wouldn't stay long.

With him, you could barely pull the simple secrets out of his sleeve—such as a crush for example, even though that may not be the case—while the highly confidential ones, you might as well shoot yourself in the foot because you would never see or hear about them unless it's a dire situation where he had to speak up.

"Now, Jungkook," He begins, the corner of his lip twitching as he pulls his lips up into a smirk, "You and I both know pretty well that a conversation is to remain between the people that conversed. No prodding allowed; that's just flat out rude," He remarks, "But to put your heart and mind at ease, it was nothing major. We could barely get started before you walked through the door. . ." He sounds a bit aggravated as he stated that fact but he returns to his calm composure within the snap of fingers.

"Well, in the time it took me to get here I'm pretty sure you had a decent, small chit chat, so I think it's time for us to depart and go our separate ways now." I say, extending my hand for her to reach out and grab so I could pull her away from his toned body.

"Oh, no, no, no. . ." He grins, "We're just getting started here, in fact, you joined in at the right time."

Shit. Shit. Fuckity shit.

----- YOUR POV -----

Jungkook and I are escorted out of the gas station and over to the suburban that's parked off to the side where another man was standing by the passengers door. Jungkook was running his hands through his hair, shaking it a bit as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes watching the ground as he walked.

I watched him closely as he finally raised his eyes to meet mine, him mouthing a 'Stay calm, be quiet' to me. Because when you're being taken by someone you don't know—but clearly knows Jungkook well—your first reaction is to be calm and composed. You can try, but more than likely there will be a panic attack of some sort.

I look straight ahead once more as the door to the backseat opens and I'm helped inside, Jungkook crawling in to sit right next to me. We both buckle our seat belt and wait for the man who stopped me in the aisle to get in and start the car up.

"Get comfortable, you two, because this is going to be quite a drive." He says as he buckles up and turns the key in the ignition, looking back at us two as he backs out. He winks at me before he turns to sit right in his seat and I nearly puke on the carpeted flooring. Sicko.

I look over at Jungkook who's already eyeing me, and I want to yell at him for being a creep but I don't because that is not appropriate at this time.

"Where in the heck are we going?" I whisper to Jungkook and he shrugs his shoulders at me, "Well who is he then?" I slightly point towards the man in the drivers seat, and I watch closely as he bites on his lower lip, looking between me and the man before his eyes settle on mine.

"You'll know soon enough."

A/N:

Okay but please just picture that Yoongi has a silver streak through his hair please? Thank you.