Bulletproof | JJK

Eight

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Jungkook hasn't been talking to me. And, things between us have been very weird too, I just wanted to say, that (Y/N), I'm sorry," Jimin said, placing his hand on your shoulder, gazing down at the floor.

You looked at him, immediately realizing what he meant, how he truly felt for you.

But you, yourself knew, who you loved.

"(Y/N), I will need time to move on," He said, turning away and leaving the room.

"It's okay, Jimin," Was all you could say. This was completely new to you, someone actually liking you, except for Jungkook, you weren't even sure about him.

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"I'm not sure I know how to use a g-gun?" You examined the metal tool handed to you by Yoongi.

"Don't act dumb, I clearly remember teaching you how to use it before, good days, they were," He said, while dusting his own.

"Good days? You must be kidding," You got irritated, that time was something someone would least want to remind you of.

"I was," he dully declared.

"You haven't changed," You paused to look at him, and sarcastically chuckled, and you both continued to dust off the guns and arrange the weapons.

"Are you both done?" Jungkook came in.

"Almost," Yoongi got up picking up his mini gun, loading it.

"Wait no-" You were too late, he casually shot the wall right to him, and you did nothing but stood there, your lips parted and face showing a look of complete astonishment, as Jungkook instantly walked out and Yoongi directed me to come along.

"I hope you remember what you two have to do," Yoongi said, pushing you and Jungkook into his room.

"Yes, hyung," Jungkook accepted, as you ignorantly shook you head, walking inside.

"So what do we have to do again?" You diverted your gaze from my feet to Jungkook.

"Wow," He said, receiving a shrug from you, so he continued, "We're going on a date," He brushed his hair back, standing at the mirror.

"Sure, but I'm talking about the mission?" You replied.

"That is the mission."

"But what does that have to do with this?"

"You should've listened during the meeting," He scoffed, pulling out an outfit from the wardrobe.

He suddenly, did something highly unexpected.

He began to pull up the rims of his shirt, pulling it off above his head, as you could do nothing squeeze your eyes shut.

"Why the hell are you changing infront of me?" You shrieked as loud as possible, thinking of the odds of one shirtless dude, and a young girl in one room. Alone.

"I can do whatever I want." He continued to put on the new clothes, and you looked at him in aversion, hiding yourself severe flusteredness, as you put your hands over your eyes, yet peeking through the gaps in yours fingers. You scanned his abs, and his well built, muscles.

No. You're not a pervert.

"Are you done checking me out?" He ran his fingers through his hair.

"You're acting as if we're married," You rolled your eyes.

"If only," he muttered to himself, and you heard it, but you weren't sure.