mi amor | jungkook AU

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i watch as jungkook and hyun fought each other. yoongi was getting ready to fight but before i could interrupt him jin yelled, "run!" grabbed my hand and made a run the other way. "jin, the other ones!" i panted. "they can handle themselves. we have to run. the police are coming." manages to get out of his mouth. my blood runs cold, "who called the cops?!" he looked back for a brief moment, "me," and we kept running.

tonight was suppose to be a fun night with my pals, but now it's something it shouldn't have been in the first place. i took a look back, "where'd nya and michelle go?" i kept searching behind me. jin tugs me out of thought, "there's no time to look back. keep running. i'm sure they're with one of the other guys." i shake my head, "i think we're far enough." jin and i stop running and take a seat on the curb.

"we shouldn't be running tonight," i tell him, "we need to call the others." jin gets up from the curb to position himself in front of me, "hey, don't tear up yet. i'm sure the others will catch up to us soon." then he takes out his phone and starts messaging what I assume are our friends. not even a minute later, his phone brightens up. he quickly checks it, with me peaking beside him. michelle and jimin were around the block. you could hear the police sirens go off in the distance. i look over at jin, "we're going to wait a while before we get them from the station, okay? this was already planned... by me."

i looked at him dumbfounded for a moment and then proceeded to hit him. "MY BOYFRIEND IS GOING TO BE AT THE POLICE STATION FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG BECAUSE OF YOU?!" jin grabs my hand, "you and jung aren't dating yet, and how could you already forget yoongi?" i manage to get one more slap in, "i didn't. i'm more upset the two of them decided to fight an asshat."

"he had a knife, amor."

"he didn't do anything... he didn't hurt anyone."

"if jungkook hadn't tried to punched him, or whatever the fuck he was doing, when he did, who knows what hyun would've done to you. he was too close to comfort to you. you know this. and he did try to hurt someone."

i shake my head, "i know, but.."

jin interrupts me, "there are no 'but's' in this. hyun would've hurt you. mans seems mentally unstable. who the fuck follows people at emart, and now the knife?!" i shrug and nod before resting my head on him.

before the fight broke out, we were all walking down an alley way that cuts in between some stores and restaurants. when we reached the other side, we saw hyun... or maybe he saw us? but out of kindness, we let him follow along. he stayed between yoongi and i. of course, as all our hang outs go, some of us drank. some of us didn't. we weren't drunk, though.

usually, jungkook and i sat together whenever we went out. even though we aren't official, yet, we like to be near each other. i like his company. however, tonight, i was sat in yoongi and hyun. i didn't mind yoongi. i love my headache, but hyun... he was being... too much. jungkook didn't like it either. i kept smiling at him to calm him down, but he wouldn't stop glaring.

by the time we were all finished with our dinner, we we're walking down a park. of course, there weren't that many people there, but it wasn't too far from the town center. hyun was getting too close with me, and when jungkook told him to cut it out hyun got cocky.

he started saying things that were visibly making jungkook angry, but he didn't care. he kept saying them, and at some point, brought me closer to him by putting his arm against my waist. when jungkook was ready to who knows what, hyun got a knife out. he still had his arm around my waist so no one moved a muscle in fear of him potentially hurting me. of course, jin ran but it was soon revealed he was calling the cops (i assume.)

the group started breaking apart, not wanting to be cluttered together and make it easier for him to injure them. jungkook started yelling and shouting at hyun. when hyun was distracted enough that his arm on me loosened, i ran back to my group.

jungkook went forward to get at hyun, and while hyun was busy getting ready to hurt jungkook, taehyung pushed hyun to the ground and got the knife. unfortunately, hyun kicked tae in the groins, but not before tae could throw the knife far off somewhere in an area where no one could get injured.

after that, jin started telling us to run. he grabbed my hand, and now we're here. michelle and jimin showed up around the corner, panting. "oh thank god you guys are okay!" michelle ran towards us. jin and i got up just in time for her to give us a hug. she put her attention on me, "are you okay? your ex-boyfriend is a psycho!" i chuckle at her little comment. "i'm fine. did you guys see how jungkook, yoongi, and tae are doing? do you guys know where the others are?" i begin my questions.

the two shook their heads. "we all ran when jin told us to." jimin said. my heart sinks more. "jin? has anyone else responded?" i ask him. he nods, "namjoon is with nya. hoseok apparently stopped running nearby the park so he saw the cops and everything."

"tell them we'll meet them at the police station, please."

----

"jeon jungkook. kim taehyung. min yoongi." the police officer's voice calls out. the three boys lift their heads up to him. "you guys are free to go." he opens the gate and lets them come through to us. i hug jungkook, "are you okay? what happened after we ran?" his face was red. there was a cut on his lip and to his left cheek bone. "i beat him up." he told me. he wasn't happy. "kookie?" i whisper to him.

"not right now, amor."

i look at yoongi and taehyung who gave me a look of sympathy. yoongi came over to me and whispered, "i'll tell you at home." but yoongi and i never went home. we went to a kids park by the house. we let the others go in.

"i think hyun got into jungkook's head." he tells me. i look at him, "what makes you say that?" he scratches his head a little. "hyun wouldn't shut up about how you use to "praise" him and how in love with him you were. he started degrading jungkook, saying he'll never beat him in being the better boyfrined."

"what does that even mean?" i say, more than upset. "it means, jungkook is going to be upset that he won't make you as happy as hyun did." yoongi says, followed with an eye roll. "hyun was a bad boyfriend." i say. the ground becomes interesting.

"i know he wasn't, but kookie doesn't know that."

i shake my head. "you're right, kookie doesn't know that."

----

inside, after cleaning up and making sure everyone was okay, a knock comes softly at my door. i get up to reveal jungkook. "kookie..." i say, a soft smile coming to my lips. his face looks better now that we got the swelling and redness to go down. he gives me a smile back, but it's off.

he walks over to my bed and sits down on it. he doesn't look at me. i close the door and i take a seat by him. "kookie?" i repeated, but it came out as a whisper. he holds my hand and plays with it for a bit.

"amor," he calls out for me, finally looking at me.

"yeah?"

"i love you."

my heart beat races and i can't contain the smile on my face, "i love you too."

a smile appears on his face, but it's still off. my smile drops just a little, "jungkook?"

"i love you... but... i can't do this."

and there's my heart stopping.

"what are you talking about?" i push out.

"i'm just saying, maybe i won't be a good boyfriend to you. maybe i'm not the one you need right now. i mean, a lot has happened with us and we aren't even together." he explains.

tears start to stream down my face and i laugh, but i'm not sure if it's because i'm trying to hide the hurt i'm in or because of how stupid his explanation is. "you're right," i say, smiling in disbelief, "you. are. right." i take my hand out of jungkook's.

"we're not even together, jungkook." i point out the obvious, "what's there to end if nothing ever started?"

jungkook positions himself so he could try to reassure me, "amor--"

"jungkook, leave. i don't want you in here. i want you out. leave. this.... leave." i tell him.

and without another word, without another look back, he leaves.

it's just me in the room, and the quiet sobs i hold back.

you can't cry over something that never happened.