Played By The Playboy// Jeon Jungkook

~eighteen~

Song Haeun PoV

I had  quite a lot of messages when I woke up, ranging from a few of the boys, even Yoongi, but mostly from Yena, a close second being Jungkook.

I sighed as I rolled over in my bed, the pillow was still damp. The window looked out onto the street below my house, some cars parked in driveways as the sun hit off of the windows and reflective surfaces and back into my bedroom window.

It felt sweet, calm, like summer even though it was nearing winter. I sat up, catching the attention of myself in the mirror, if you hadn't looked close enough you would've suspected a hedgehog to have grew on my head over night. I laughed a bit at the thought and tied my hair up properly.

I went to wash my face before going downstairs, not wanting my brother to see my eyes so puffy and red. I wouldn't tell him about this, when I told him what happened before; with him- he almost killed him.

I stood by the coffee machine as it spat the coffee into the mug Yena had got me for my sixteenth birthday last year. The sun looked like it was only rising, the air seemed cold.

I checked the time and saw it was almost seven. Not having slept more than two hours, I felt weirdly wide awake.

Outside looked so inviting that I took my coffee and sat on the bench outside my house. The door closing with a slight tick as I shut it behind me softly, avoiding waking up the whole neighbourhood.

I loved times like this, when the world seems to have stopped for you, to let you process all things fucked up and deranged, giving you the peacefulness to do so. I took a sip of my coffee as I looked out over my garden.

It had been freshly cut just the day before, so the smell still lingered, tickling my nose because of the hay fever I have been suffering from for as long as I can remember. The leaves ready to fall from trees could be heard over the mist and fog that was almost completely gone.

I thought back to a night or two ago, losing track of time at this point. He kissed me, I kissed back. My second ever kiss, the first one after having broke up.

Was it acceptable how I acted? He had lied to me and tried to make me feel comfortable only to report it back to my 'best friend' like it was some sort of twisted, sick mission they'd been given. When in fact, they'd concocted this whole thing up themselves.

I watched as lights in the houses of the street started to be switched on, people were getting ready for school and work, me not moving from the place I was sat at because I had a week off.

I decided I'd go inside now, the cold weather turning my nose into a red, snotty mess. That could've been from crying so much these past couple nights as well though.

I sat on my bed, not too sure when, or if, I'd ever speak to Jungkook, Yena or the others again. Not planning on doing it anytime soon anyway. I lifted my phone, ignoring the messages and scrolling though twitter. Monsta X were having a comeback soon anyway, so I wouldn't be too lonely.

Park Jimin PoV

"Come on," Yoongi said and stood up, walking to Jungkook who was sat on the chair in his living room. "I said leave me alone," He told us. "Jungkook, you'll kill yourself sat here in front of this TV all day feeling guilty, just come and get food with us," I told him. Yoongi, Taehyung and I had come over to force him to leave his house for the first time since it had happened.

"No," He said bluntly, Taehyung sat beside him, "We can play Overwatch when we come back," He smirked while nudging his shoulder, "Don't touch me," He told him, staring at the TV with a blank expression.

"I'm going to call Jin hyung," Yoongi threatened, "Call him," Jungkook shrugged, the blank expression not having left his face this whole time. Usually by now, the threat would've made Jungkook stop acting which ever way he was and apologise, but not today.

"It's been two days, have you still not spoke to her?" I asked him, "No, she won't answer my calls. I told you this," He said and lifted his eyes off of the TV for a mere three seconds to peak at his phone screen, making sure she hadn't replied to him while we'd been talking.

"Has she spoke to Yena?" He asked me, looking at me for the first time since I'd been here. I hadn't fully understood why he was so distraught over the whole situation until I looked at him properly, his eyes filled with concern over her, wanting to know whether she was okay, not whether he'd been forgiven or not.

"She hasn't," I shook my head and he sighed while running his hands through his hair and down over his face. "Could she have," He paused, "Went back to him?" He asked, all of us knowing who he was referring to. "I don't think so, she's knows better than to do that," Yoongi said, standing over Jungkook with his arms crossed.

"Maybe he should go to her house?" Taehyung asked hesitantly, "Are you ducking dumb?" Yoongi asked him, disgust written over his forehead as he looked at Taehyung, "Last time he went for her she made him have a break down in your house at three in the morning," Yoongi rose his voice.

"She didn't make me have a breakdown, I did that myself, don't victimise me," Jungkook said and looked at Yoongi, "You're not going," Yoongi told him as Jungkook stood for, the sofa, stomping his way to his room and slamming the door.

I sighed as I turned to the other two, signalling we should leave. I dropped the two boys home. The car ride silent as we, for the first time, didn't know what to say each other.

"See you," I smiled at Yoongi as I dropped him home, Taehyung after that. I sat in my car for a while before making a rash decision, that Yoongi would probably kill me for, but something needs to be done before Jungkook tears every hair from his head.

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I feel like this is the best written chapter I've wrote so far and it's the boring filler, but it's sort of important so yay
Wonder where Jimin's heading lmao
Thanks for reading!