Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Night of Regrets

"Good Morning," Jongsuk greeted, setting a plate of waffles on the dining table. I rubbed my head, not even bothering to fix my hair. I looked like I came out of a fight and my hair was being pulled out. I tied my robe and yawned, "Morning." I sat down on the chair, inhaling the aroma of the warm dough. It has been a few days and I really miss Jungkook. He hasn't called me or texted me at all, which saddens me. We are supposed to be in our honeymoon stage, but instead we're already having all sorts of conflicts.

I looked down at my plate of waffles, losing my appetite. I must be really sad if I don't want to eat. I love to eat food, but recently, I can't even force myself to eat. I just want to see Jungkook once. I don't even have to talk to him, I can just see him at a distance. I just want to see if he is okay.

"Okay, this time you have to eat," Seojoon told me, making me look toward his direction as he stood above me with his arms crossed, "I like my girls thick." I scoffed playfully, "Shut the hell up." "Hey, you laughed," he said to me, smiling sweetly as his eyes disappeared. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the syrup, pouring it all over the stack of waffles. After breakfast, I sat down quietly on the table as Jongsuk washed my plate, since he offered profusely. 

"By the way," he started, calling my attention, "I have a surprise for you." I cocked my head to the side, furrowing my eyebrows, "A surprise?" He hummed back in response, making the usual exhale sound before he smiled. A waited for another ten minutes, scrolling through my phone with false hope that Jungkook contacted me. Then I soon heard a knock on the door. "Is that the surprise?" I asked him curiously, following behind him as he exited the room and toward the front door. 

"Stay put," he commanded playfully, pointing on the chair I was sitting on. I whined like a child, but quickly did what I was told. After a minute of waiting, Eunjae ran into the room, standing there with her arms opened wide. "Eunjae!" I shrieked, running into her arms. The impact was so hard, I almost knocked her off of her feet, but she just giggled, "I missed you!" I pulled away for a second, my hands still wrapped around her back, "What took you so long?!" "I'm sorry, but it was snowing heavily and I couldn't leave," she pouted cutely, grinning afterwards. "And your hair! It's not even blonde anymore!" I exclaimed, combing her now hot pink hair in between my fingers. "Yup," she shrugged like if it was no big deal, "I thought it was about time I changed the color."

"You on the other hand," she gave me a once-over, "need to change this whole look." "Wow thanks," I said sarcastically, "like if I weren't sad already." She linked her arm around mine, peering into my face, "Don't worry babe, I'm here to help." She began to walk up the stairs, already discussing new outfits. After I took a shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face, dried my hair, curled it, and did my makeup, well Eunjae did, she laid out outfits on top of Jongsuk's bed. "Eunjae," I complained, "I don't want to wear any of this. Can't I just wear the hoodie?"

I pointed at the black hoodie thrown over the dresser, about to grab it. She quickly snatched it out of my hands, "I know this is Jungkook's." She threw it away, landing on the floor. "What the fuck Eunjae?" I couldn't believe she would throw the only thing that comforts me through all of this. I picked it up from the floor and clutched it against my chest, still being able to smell his natural scent. "I'm tired of seeing him hurting you!" She yelled, making my chest tighten. She said it all of a sudden that I was caught off guard. I took a deep breath, making sure I don't say anything I'm going to regret in the future, "It's not his fault." She scoffed in disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

She rubbed her forehead while I was watching her attentively. "This is not the first time he's broken your heart," she said in a pissed tone, trying to contain her anger. "But this is different-" "No it's not Y/N! Wake up!" She yelled at me not even trying to suppress her anger. It made me feel small, like a coward. "First he played you, seeing that you were a vulnerable little puppy. Taking advantage of that, he fucked some other girl to rub it in your face, making you feel stupid for having your hopes up." I looked at the floor, tears threatening to escape my eyes. "Eunjae-" I tried to speak, my voice quaking in the process. "Then he wouldn't let you be happy as you were falling for Jongsuk," she said in a more hushed tone, not wanting to be heard by the mentioned name.