BTS One Shots

Move Along | Jungkook

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Hi guys, how are you all doing? Been having a good week? I've been watching a lot of this one kdrama strong woman do bong soon and I lOVE IT SO MUCH OOF 10/10 RECOMMEND♥ Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic!

An anon sent me this request on my tumblr: "I can't stop thinking about you." + "Kill. Me. Now." + "My clothes look good on you." with Jungkook.

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"Wait, Y/N!"

You ignore the continuous calls of your name, blindly pushing yourself through the crowd of people in front of you. There's a strange tightness in your chest and you can feel your eyes burning – you barely have enough energy to move those few steps between the kitchen and the living room. Hyeonu's voice chasing after you gives you enough reason to keep moving, however, and you're at the other side of the living room much sooner than you'd expect.

Now that you're as far away from the kitchen as you can manage, Hyeonu's voice has finally been drowned out by the loud music and cheering around you – that, or he's simply stopped trying. Biting your tongue, you look around, and a relieved breath escapes your lips when your eyes fall on a figure sitting on the couch somewhere in the corner. It's unmistakable – you recognise the black cap and black leather jacket you laughed at just before you left for this exact party. A red solo cup in one hand, phone in the other, leaning against the backrest – yep, definitely Jungkook.

You can already feel some of the stress ebb away as you walk up to him, throwing a last glance over your shoulder before you plop down on the couch.

Jungkook looks up from his phone when you let out a groan, burying your face in your hands and falling to your side to lay your head on his thigh. He doesn't even tense up anymore like he used to, since you've spent so much of your time crying on there over the past few weeks. "Kill. Me. Now."

A laugh spills from his lips as he puts his phone away, his hand patting the top of your head. "It's just socialising for one night, Y/N, we'll go back to avoiding people tomorrow."

You lift your head to glare at Jungkook. The smug bastard is just leaning back against the couch, a grin teased over his lips as he looks down at you. "I was socialising, dumbass," you shoot back as you sit up, ignoring the fact that you found him decidedly not socialising with other partygoers. "But guess who I bumped into."

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Who?"

With a sigh, you take the cup from him and chug its contents, not really caring about what is in it. Jungkook doesn't comment, simply watches you with curious eyes. "Remember Hyeonu?" you ask, even though it's practically impossible he's forgotten the guy.

Jungkook's face falls and his eyes widen, mirroring the exact sinking feeling you had when he walked up to you in the kitchen. "Shit, he's here?"

When you nod, he sits up, scanning the room in an attempt to find the scumbag – but, of course, he's nowhere to be seen. "He's in the kitchen," you tell him with a shake of your head. "At least, I hope he still is."

Jungkook looks over his shoulder, glancing at into the direction of the kitchen entrance. "Did you... talk?" he asks cautiously, turning back to you.

You nibble on the plastic edge of the cup you're holding, shrugging. "He kind of did most of the talking," you reply, averting your eyes to stare at the floor. "It was weird. He was acting like nothing ever happened."

Jungkook's eyes narrow, nostrils flaring. Throughout all of the drama you went through, you always felt like Jungkook was angrier about the whole ordeal than you were – though you're probably still too shocked to really feel much emotion at all. "What did he say?"