I Feel Alone. (BTS Jungkook X Male!Reader)

Chapter 3

You watched as people walked along minding their own business down busy sidewalks and as cars drove by on the busy road. You had been admitted from the hospital and were heading back to your house by taxi. The only problem was there was something staring at you from the seat beside you. Oh wait, that's Jungkook.

Recently, all you have ever seen is Jungkook and it had started to agitate you. You thought that if you were admitted, you could finally be left alone. Fate decided that it was not meant to be.

You continued to stare out of the taxi's window to avoid the annoyance beside you when all of a sudden you felt something tap your shoulder. "What?" You asked in annoyance. "So, tell me about yourself," Jungkook said, seeming to ignore how annoyed you were. "There's nothing to talk about." You answered back. "Well then, I suppose that you're just a nobody since there's nothing to talk about!" He answered your answer rhetorically.

You sighed, "My name is (Your/Name) (Last/Name), I'm (Your/Age). My blood type is (Blood/Type), I have (Family/Members). I live alone in a small house and I work as a Writer." You answered him with annoyance written all over your face.

He looked absolutely flabbergasted. "Wow.. thanks for the biography about yourself," he said while chuckling at you.

The taxi had come to a halt making you look out the window to see that you had reached your destination. As you were about to pay, Jungkook beat you to it and paid as well as tipping the driver. "Thank you for your kindness!" The taxi driver said as he looked at the tip in his hand.

You looked at what he tipped him to see that Jungkook had tipped the middle-aged man $750. You were amazed at the generosity and the amount of money he stashed in his pocket. "Holy shit!" You said as Jungkook pulled you out of the taxi so the driver could go to another job.

Jungkook started walking toward your house before you could say anything which made you follow him. As you unlocked your door, Jungkook decided to open the door himself and enter your house without permission.

"Excuse me?" You were amazed at the manners this man was giving you. "What? How can I respect someone when they don't respect themselves?" He asked like it was the most normal thing to say. "What?" You asked him, slightly confused and slightly angry.

Without another word he turned on your TV and started flipping through channels until he found a channel that had classical music on it. "Let's get started, shall we?" He said while smirking at me as if I was playing a game with him that he knew he would win. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?