Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

It's My Fault

It's been a few days since Jungkook's outburst. The guys told me to stay away for a few days until he calmed down. I've been staying with Jong Suk since Eunjae hasn't returned from her family trip up in the mountains. I can't stop thinking about it. I want to know what got him all worked up, but they forbade me from having any kind of contact with him. Even Jungkook himself wants me to stay away, which makes me even sadder.

I just want to see Jungkook so bad, but I can't. I feel like I'm in the play of Romeo and Juliet. I know he didn't mean it. The guys won't understand my mentality and feelings towards Jungkook, but I genuinely know he would never lay a finger on me. I just want to see him really bad.

This is torture.

The Night Of The Incident

Jungkook sat on the floor, blood coming out the corner of his mouth. He sat there in silence, his lifeless face making it hard to read him. Yoongi was panting heavily, shaking his hand from the force he put into the punches. Taehyung and Jimin kept pestering me with questions, making sure I was okay from the hard shove. "I'm fine," I reassured them, not being able to take my eyes off of Jungkook, "Can you check on Jungkook? He's bleeding."

They both looked back at him, shaking their heads. "He can take care of himself," Jimin said harshly, his gaze becoming dark. "Please? Taehyung, come on," I pleaded him, trying to convince him. "Sorry, I can't," he responded apologetic. I scoffed at them both, "You guys should be ashamed of yourselves," I stood up slowly, still a little dizzy from the push. I looked back at them, "He's allowed to make mistakes. He is human." I walked over to him, getting on my knees in front of him, "Jungkook?" I called out.

He looked up, his eyes becoming red and watery. I cupped his face, "Are you okay? You're bleeding." I swiped blood off his mouth with my thumb, a tear flowing down in the same place. I looked into his eyes, my lip quivering in sympathy. "You shouldn't be close to me," he replied, making my heart ache. He inhaled deeply, "I hurt you." I shook my head violently, "No you didn't. I'm fine." "Please go. Take care of your arm. Stop being so stubborn," he said sternly, making me upset.

"I'm not a little kid. I said I'm fine," I retorted, biting the inside of my cheek. "Y/N, look at the guys. They don't trust me with you," He said sadly, hanging his head in shame. I turned back to see the guys all standing there, watching over us like hawks. I swallowed my saliva, looking back at him, "I know you didn't mean it. It was in the spur of the moment," I told him, wanting him to know I wasn't upset. "Y/N," he called out, his voice cracking, "I'm sorry.

"Why? You are allowed to have feelings! It's not your fault!" I started to exclaim, making him cry a little more. "Somebody please take her," he requested, Seokjin quickly pulling me away from him." I decided to stop bickering as I watched him curl up into a ball and started to wail in pain. Please don't cry. Seokjin took me to the kitchen, telling me to sit on the counter. As I waited for him to bring the first aid kit, Yoongi came in. I watched him as he turned on the faucet, letting the running water make contact with his injured hand.

"Why did you do that?" I asked abruptly, almost a little mad. "Because he hurt you," he responded plainly, making a hissing sound as he scrubbed his hand with soap. "So?" I scoffed, not satisfied with his answer. He turned the water off, gently dabbing his hand with a towel. "You're like a little sister to me," he turned around holding my shoulders, "and even though I love Jungkook like a brother, he's still a guy. And no guy should hurt a girl under any circumstances." As I tried to speak up and give him a response, he interrupted me, "Even in the spur of the moment." He said that to mock my excuse, trying to put my own words in my mouth.

I got off the marble covered island, giving him a quick hug. As we pulled out of the embrace, I smiled a little, trying to bring him at ease, "Thank you Yoongi." He smiled back, "Yeah." I sat back down on the countertop, waiting for Seokjin. Yoongi was focused on his hand, making sure it wasn't fractured. "Are you sure you weren't part of the mafia in another life?" I asked him, making him chuckle. "Shut up," he retorted, about to leave the room.

"You didn't properly clean your hand," Seokjin told Yoongi as he came in, first aid kit in hand. "It's not that bad," he replied, trying to stretch out his fingers, but groaning as a result of that action. Seokjin rolled his eyes, "There's bandages in the container." I removed my sweater, rolling up my sleeve, still a little sore. I whined a little, relieved when I finally set my arm down. There was already a trail of dark purple bruises going down my arm, making Seokjin react negatively. "That damn boy, I outta-" "Don't! Please Seokjin, it's not as bad as it looks."

He exhaled deeply, opposed of my way of reasoning. He gave me painkillers and wrapped my arm carefully, making sure he was gentle. "Thank you," I told him, receiving a slight nod in return. I walked back to my room, finding the boys packing up some clothes. "What is going on?"

Namjoon walked up to me, "We think you should stay with Eunjae for the time being, after Jungkook calms down." I looked at their expressions, which showed they thought the same thing. "But Eunjae is not even here, she's still with her family in the mountains," I informed them, making them wonder. "Isn't there anyone you can stay with?" Hoseok asked me, making me sigh. "The only person I can think of is Jong Suk," I responded. "That should be fine," Namjoon answered, making me worry. "But-"

"No buts," Jungkook interjected, standing at the door, "You shouldn't be near me." After he said that, he left to his room, closing the door.

"Fine, I'll pack up," I gave in, beginning to look through my drawers. Everyone nodded, starting to leave my room one by one. After Taehyung shut the door, I dropped to the floor, screaming into my hands. My face was soaked in tears, my lip bleeding a little from biting my lip too hard. I began scolding myself, blaming myself for everything.

It was all my fault. I had to be annoying and piss him off. He was probably already upset and I just made him get really mad. I'm a horrible person. I wish I can start this day all over again.

I'm sorry, Jungkook.