Chivalry Is Not Dead // Jaebeom X Reader

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Let's Turn Back The Time

It's a sunny day, but there was still a little chill in the air. You are at home, hanging your white bed sheets on the washing line outside.

You are struggling with the last bed sheet to get it onto the washing line, as its a little higher up from what you can reach. The washing line is attached to a pole thats wedged into the grassy ground.

"Ughh come'n" you groan, reaching to grab the washing line, when suddenly a hand appears which doesn't belong to you.

"Here..let me do it." He takes the sheets from you and easily places it onto the line and attaches pegs on to keep it secure.

Its JB, the popular chic & sexy guy in your school, 2 years ahead of you, in year 11 and every girl swoons over him, except for you.

Well maybe the first day of your new school you did. You moved from London to Bournemouth with your Mum, after she devorced your father.

But since you were the new kid and it bought a lot of unwanted attention, JB soon noticed, curious to know who you were, he ended up teasing you a lot. 

3 months went by of him teasing you and you arguing with him.

Then on February 23rd, it was raining heavily, you came home from a friends birthday party, to find your mum had passed out. Turned out she had a sudden heart attack from so much stress from the constant court visits for divorce, looking for a new job and trying to raise you as a single parent.

She had passed away.

The whole school found out about your situation, which meant JB did too.

He stopped teasing you.

"Come on. Get dressed. I need you to accompany me somewhere important." JB says.

You stare at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" you bend down to pick up the washing up basket. "And you don't have to be nice to me all of a sudden, just be like how you were. An annoying brat!" You grumbled,  picking up the washing up basket and heading towards your front door to get back inside the house.

You heard JBs quick foot steps follow you. "Unbusy yourself then." He hurried passed you and stood at your front door, leaning one foot against it with his arms folded, blocking your way to get inside. "Come on." He had a little smirk.

You grab the handle of the door, open it slightly and then tug hard a few times. "Move out my way!" you yell.

JB takes a step to the side. "I'll be waiting"

As you close the door behind you, place the basket onto the couch and run up to your room, you hide under the covers and cry hard.

You miss your Mum. You miss your friends you had in the school you attended in London.

An hour later, once you had decided it was enough of crying, you remembered JB said he'd be waiting.

"No way will he still be there"

You hurried to your bedroom window and peaked through a gap in the blinds.

There he was, sitting on the wall to the side of your house as he had ear phones in, his head bopping as he was writing in a note book.

You had never seen this side to him before. You didn't think he was the type to write. 

He's really not going to move is he?
You thought after a moment.