Fan Service

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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing.

To answer or not to answer that is the-

"Are you gonna answer that or not, cuz if not, silence it please."

I jump at the sound of Jungkook's voice.

"What are you doing in here?!" I ask sitting up right as he places his head in my lap.

"I'm sorry noona, I couldn't sleep by myself. I had a bad dream." He sticks out his bottom lip out and pouts.

Aww this poor little-

WAIT A SECOND! THIS LITTLE SNAKE!

I get up from the bed letting his head fall on the mattress. Shock filling his expression.

"You can stop that. I know it was just an act to get me to 'fall for you'." I cross my arms as I stand infront of him.

"Noona, what are you-" confusion taking over his face.

"How stupid do you think I am? I heard you and Hoseok taking about it. I'm not even the first girl for you to use that on, am I?" I raise my voice and eyes burning a little.

Why am I so bothered by this?! Why am I indifferent about the others but it actually hurts to think Kook or even Jimin would do this? It's not cuz kook is my bias and most certainly not cuz Jimin is a close second. What the hell man?!

"Noona, I'm sorry." He says in a soft voice getting off the bed and approaching me with open arms, for a hug.

"Don't touch me!" A small tear escapes my eye. "To get back at the boys I was gonna just ruin using girl for sex for them but for you? I think making you watch from the side lines while you get nothing is good enough."

More tears start to come out now.

"Noona, please." He takes a step closer. His eyes watering. WOW WHAT A GREAT FUCKING ACTOR!

"I'm not your FUCKING Noona! I'm not your anything so just..." I start to break down. "Just leave me alone." the last part barely audible.

I look at him and see a small stream of tears escapes his eyes.

This broke my heart SO bad.

His eyes travel down to the floor slowly and he falls onto his hands and knees sobbing. "So is Jin a better little than me? Is that it?! Am I not a good boy? Am I a bad little?!"

I'm just left speechless...

He not acting...

He's really hurt...

But... Why? Why he the one that's hurt when he was just using me?

I'm so lost! What does he want from me?!

Before I know it I rushed to him and pull his fragile body close to mine, putting his head to my chest as I stroke his hair.

"Shhhhh, it's ok. You'll be ok. I'm so sorry Kookie. Please stop crying." I kiss the top of his head. "You are a good boy, you just do bad things sometimes. That's all. It's ok." I run my fingers through his hair to comfort him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and starts to calm down.

He then pulls me into him and makes me straddle his lap making me look into his red puffy eyes.

I place my hands on his cheeks and use my thumbs to wipe his tears.

He shifts his eyes from my eyes to my lips then back to my eyes again before leaning in to kiss me and I kiss back.