Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

4.

Awkward didn't even begin to describe it.

The only sounds breaking the tense silence were the rhythmic hum of the vacuum in the living room and the chef sautéing vegetables in a pan. The savory aroma of food filled the air, but it wasn't enough to cut through the palpable discomfort.

Jungkook had hired a cleaning service to deal with the chaos left behind by the party last night. From shattered glass to trampled decor, the entire downstairs had been a disaster. And yet, Jungkook didn't seem the least bit fazed. When one of the staff mentioned that a pricey vase had been broken, he'd simply shrugged and said, "That's on me. I should've put it away."

Must be nice, I thought, pursing my lips. Who just replaces a fancy vase like it's a lightbulb?

Apparently, this wasn't out of the ordinary for him. The chef wasn't a one-time luxury either; he came regularly. Jungkook had even admitted he couldn't cook, claiming, "Honestly, I'm hopeless in the kitchen. I'd probably burn water if I tried."

His words, not mine.

I shook my head subtly, but before I could get further lost in my thoughts, Taehyung's voice cut through the air like a knife.

"What are you shaking your head about?" he muttered from beside me, his tone sharp.

I didn't answer, just stared at the sleek white surface of the dining table, feeling his eyes boring into the side of my face. It was the first thing he'd said to me since the argument upstairs. I didn't expect much from him this morning; he was probably still nursing his hangover. But Taehyung had been to enough parties to be immune to most of the aftereffects by now.

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, made worse by Jungkook's lingering gaze. He sat across from me, his fork idle on his plate, as though he was debating whether to say something. Meanwhile, Jimin sat beside him, his eyes darting between the three of us like he was piecing together a puzzle.

Jimin, Taehyung's best friend since childhood, had a knack for reading the room. Unfortunately, Jimin had a habit of being blunt whenever he felt uncomfortable, which only made the tension harder to ignore.

The chef placed plates in front of us, and I offered a polite thank you before staring down at the omelet. It looked delicious, the kind of meal you'd savor at a fancy brunch. Feeling out of place, I hesitated before finally picking up my fork.

Jungkook, on the other hand, dove in without hesitation. I couldn't help but glance at him as he ate, the way he seemed so at ease despite the awkwardness surrounding us.

And then, because Jimin had the subtlety of a wrecking ball, he leaned back in his chair and asked, "So... did you two hook up or what?"

I choked on my first bite, coughing violently as my eyes widened in horror. Jungkook started to rise from his seat, his hand outstretched toward me, but he froze halfway, hesitating under Taehyung's glare.

"What the hell, Jimin?" Taehyung snapped, his voice sharp.

"What?" Jimin said defensively, raising his hands. "It's a valid question. They're acting weird."

"We didn't," I blurted out, my voice slightly hoarse from coughing. "Nothing happened."

Jimin arched an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Right. And you just happened to end up in his room all night because...?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but Jungkook cut in before I could. "Relax," he said evenly, his voice steady but firm. "You're making a big deal out of nothing."

Jimin studied him for a moment, then leaned back in his chair, his expression skeptical but slightly amused. "If you say so."

The rest of breakfast passed in strained silence, save for Jimin's occasional pointed glances and Jungkook grumbling under his breath about being berated in his own home. Taehyung barely said a word, keeping his focus on his plate, though his furrowed brows made it clear he was still simmering with frustration.

Finally, Taehyung pushed his chair back abruptly and stood. "I'll be waiting in the car," he said shortly, his tone clipped. He didn't wait for a response or even thank Jungkook for the booze and breakfast, just stalked out of the dining room without looking back.

Jimin raised an eyebrow as Taehyung stormed out, then let out a small sigh. "I'd better check on him," he muttered, pushing his chair back and following his best friend out of the room.

I sighed, setting my fork down. "Thanks for breakfast," I said quietly to Jungkook, not meeting his eyes as I stood from the table.

"Wait," he said, standing quickly. His hand wrapped gently around my wrist, stopping me before I could leave.

I turned to face him, my heart thudding in my chest. His expression was unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes that made my breath hitch.

"About last night," he started, his voice low and cautious. "If you ever want to..."

The start of his words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

"To what?"

"I'm trying to say that I think we—"

"Ailene!" Jimin called from the doorway, his tone teasing. "Don't keep lover boy waiting."

I pulled my wrist free gently, offering Jungkook a small, polite smile. "Thanks again," I murmured before turning and heading toward the door. I should have probably heard him out, especially after how kind he was last night when it felt like my world was falling apart. But his hesitation made me wary, and I couldn't help but wonder if whatever he was about to say would have traveled into uncharted territory. Territory meant for those who weren't taken already. 

As I stepped outside, the cold morning air hit my face, sharp and refreshing. Taehyung was leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone. He didn't look up as I approached.

Jungkook had finally returned our devices and thankfully he remembered because I sure as hell didn't. 

Standing there on the driveway, I looked up at the mansion. The sprawling estate, with its immaculate design and intimidating grandeur, loomed over me. It was a sharp reminder of just how different Jungkook's life was from mine—from the perfectly trimmed hedges to the towering columns framing the entrance—screamed a wealth and ease I'd never known. The kind of life where broken vases were casually replaced, and chefs showed up every morning without a second thought. 

I bit my lip, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag tighter. I'd only just met him, and yet, I couldn't help but feel curious about the man who lived so differently, so effortlessly, from the life I knew. But the reminder tugged at the back of my mind. 

I shouldn't be curious about him.

Jimin walked past me, throwing an arm around my shoulders as he whispered, "You sure nothing happened? 'Cause he looked like he's got it bad for you."

"Nothing happened," I repeated firmly, though my stomach twisted at the memory of Jungkook's lingering gaze. "I don't even know the guy! He simply helped me in a desperate time of need."

Jimin scoffed, letting go of me as he climbed into the car, clearly unconvinced. I followed, sliding into the backseat beside Taehyung, who still hadn't said a word.

As the engine roared to life, I glanced back at the house one last time, my thoughts tangled in a web of confusion.

Whatever had started last night, it wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

Author Note: (2025)

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