Opposites Attract {Jeon Jungkook x Reader}

25

Midterms went by smoothly. Somehow I actually felt confident in some of the answers I had on my test. Jungkook was as elusive as ever. I'd only get to see him in the hallways and maybe during lunch. He'd spend most of his free time studying in the library. But once that final bell rang on Friday I was so ready for the week to be over. I hurried home to get ready for the party. Making a mental note in my head of everything I needed, I opened my front door and was instantly greeted by my mom.

"Hey mom. Did I ever mention how much I loved you." I say smiling at her. "What do you want?" She asks me with narrow eyes. "Sooooo, there's this party tonight and I was wondering if I could go." I say with a nervous smile plastered on my face. "Hmm... I guess you could go." "Thank you." I say and begin to head upstairs. "BUT PLEASE BE HOME BEFORE I GET HOME!" She shouts as I escape into my room. Jumping onto my bed, I snuggle into the sheets. My mind traces back to this morning. I sigh out in happiness before I pull out my phone to text Jungkook.

Y/n- r u gonna pick me up or am I gonna pick u up?
Jk- ill come pick you up. what time?
Y/n- maybe around 8:30 or 9?
Jk- ok I'll see you then
Y/n- can we pick up food?
Jk- yeah sure :)
Y/n- I love u
Jk- love u tooo <3

Then I texted someone else.

Y/n- you coming to the party?
Tae- uh probably not. kinda just wanna lay in bed and chill cause midterms made me lose braincells
Y/n- ok if any tea happens I'll update u on what happens
Tae- OOOOOH YESSSSSS

Throwing my phone aside I find an empty backpack and head to my closet. I grab a few bags along with some blunt paper, then stuff it into my backpack. Then I reach under my bed until I feel the glass Smirnoff bottle against my finger tips. Wrapping my hand around it, I bring it out from under my bed and stuff it into my backpack. I crawl onto my bed once again and grab my phone.

Y/n- ayyyyooo hope
Hope- AYYYYYOOOO🤪🤪
Y/n- so r u supplying the alcohol or should I cover that too?
Hope- oh naw you just got the trees. I got someone else to cover beverage duty
Y/n- ok that's fine, i'm still bringing my own booze tho. text me if you need any help setting up or anything
Hope- i think I have everything covered but if something comes up I'll be sure to text you first :)
Y/n- well good luck and have fun setting up. See u later
Hope- SEEE YA~

For the next few hours I contemplated what to wear. Pacing back and forth in my room in different outfits. I finally settled on a plain white shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, a wind breaker, and the Timberlands Jungkook gifted to me.

I jump at an abrupt honk coming from outside. I walk to the curtains and look out of them in curiosity. Seeing a familiar jet back car, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head downstairs. My mom lay on the couch watching an intense episode of some sort of police mystery tv show. "Back before I get home, got it?" She says giving me THE STARE. "Yes yes of course I will." I smile nervously, as I feel my palms get sweaty. "Ok then have fun." She smiles before proceeding to watch tv.

I swing the front door open and quickly make my way to  Jungkook's car. Getting inside I say, "you're early." "I am not I got here not too early and nor too late from the times you gave me." He responds furrowing his brows in confusion. "Gosh you're such a dork." I laugh. "Cause 8:45 is right in between 8:30 and 9, so I figured that I should come at a time not too early but not too late." He explains. "Ok I'm gonna have to make you turn off your brain that seems to think that we're still taking midterm tests even though we AREN'T. Loosen up, we're going to a party for fucks sake!" I say, very done with his large amount of braincells.

"Ok, ok I'll try." He responds smiling. "Now let's get some food!" I screech out. "What are you in the mood for?" Jungkook asks, wincing at my high pitched screech. "CHICKEN FINGERS!" I screech out one last time. "Ok ok, shut the fuck up or I'm not gonna drive to get your chicken fingers." Jungkook states. "Ok, I'll stop, Mr. Pottymouth." I roll my eyes. He backs out of the driveway and begins the journey to the preferred chicken finger restaurant.