Fixed (Yoongixreader)

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Y/n POV
"my name" he said and clicked his tongue
"uhmm rude" i mumbled to myself. I mean I've never seen that guy yet i can still tell that he isn't the type to sugarcoat things. He looks like a cute teddy bear tho. Ughh y/n stop it no he doesn't. You don't even know him.
"what was that? " oops i guess he heard me. Yikes
"oh nothing" i said and nervously chuckled. Damn can you be more obvious. No the answer is no.
"yeah.... Right" he said with doubt. There was a long uncomfortable silence until jungkook spoke
"so..are you guys... Friends" he wiggled his eyebrows, suggesting to something. Hmm wonder what it is.
"you little prick" i hit him in the back of the head
"ouch, that hurt" he whined and pouted
"serves you right"
"hmm okay, since you're not... That.."
"Kookie, you can say dating you little holy child" i interrupted and Yoongi smirked a little
"Hey shut up" he whined
"Whatever do you u mean?" i said acting offended
"Whatever. So if you're not DATING, are like... Having sexual entertainment" he asked innocently
"oh you and your innocent mind"
"Aha so i AM right" he straightened his posture and raised his finger
"No.. What makes you think that"
"well... You didn't object and i just thought..." he scratched his hair
"No, I'm just saving my energy to skin you alive later" i answered with a calm expression. He gulped and his eyes widened a little. I could see Yoongi, watching the drama with an amused face
Yoongi POV
Hmmm these two are quite silly. The boy Kookie which i guess is a nickname has totally forgotten about my presence and is now shaking, scared of the girl... Y/n was it? But i don't blame the guy, people often forget about or not notice me. I'm just that kind of a person. And if people do notice me, they don't start a conversation, simply because i don't seem as cool and popular as them. I look rather shy and some people actually pity me, but I'm just more introverted. I do have some friends like Jimin or Hoseok, but i prefer being alone. It's funny actually. My friends are popular. They hang out with other people a lot, but they're not like the bullies or bad boys or anything.
I still don't know how we end ended up being best friends, but i kind of like it sometimes. How they take care of me and always try to make me smile. They fail mostly, but it's the thought that counts. Jimin always sticks up for me and defends me from bullies. Not like Hoseok doesn't, but he is more interested in my state, well emotions. He always hugs me and sometimes murmurs a song after calming me and reassuring that everything is going to be fine. He's like a sunshine, he always finds a way to brighten my mood, seems to always be the one who wipes the tears of my face, the one i always run to. My sacred shelter. I mean, how could i not. He stood there for me for so long even when i didn't fully let him be my friend cause if there's one thing I'm the worst at, it's gaining trust. It took long to even let him touch me, but he never gave up. He is always on the ground taking care of me, while Jimin is standing up for me, shouting at the ones who hurt me. He even fights for me sometimes. He says there's not a limit when it comes to protecting me. I am entirely grateful for that. But of course i don't show that, cause it would make me look weak. On the other hand, sometimes i just want to grab their necks amd squeeze them until the bones crack and their bodies fall onto the ground. I would just stare at their lifeless forms, laying on the cold, hard ground with a pleased expression plastered on my face.
Y/n POV
There was an intense stare down between Jungkook and I. I could sense the fear in his eyes, cause he knew i could go thru with it. His eyes were getting dryer by the second, as were mine but ever since childhood I've been known for it, starting in my primary school class. He started squinting his eyes, followed by a blink because he couldn't take it anymore.
"aish, how are you still so good" he came closer, pulled his hair back and held it in place, so that his forehead was fully in sight.

"don't be too harsh on me. Please" he looked at me with those damn puppy doll eyes, which he knew soften me. I rolled my eyes and put my hand up to his face and flicked his forehead.
"Ow, i asked nicely" he complained
"that WAS me going easy on you, you baby" he stuck his tongue out as i did too even tho i find it childish it's just a reminder of my childhood. I peeked to where Yoongi was looking at the ground and smiling. Something he was thinking about maybe. I couldn't help but stare at this sight. No y/n what are you talking about you don't even know him. He then looked up and i quickly looked away feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. Ughh it's so awkward now why did i have to stare. Well jungkook was enjoying the view of me being flustered. But after a while he decided to do something. I pitied him.
"uhmm okay so if you're really not friends or anything, than what are you" his amusement changed into a confused expression. As i opened my mouth to speak Yoongi interrupted
"strangers"
Jungkook POV
"strangers?" i mumbled thinking about it.
"then why the hell are you here"
"cause i brought her in. I found her"
Okay i am beyond confused right now.
"wha.." is all that came out of my mouth. I needed an explanation before my brain would explode. Like i don't even know what to say.
"well we're not COMPLETE strangers"
"and why is that" he sighed
"we both are close to the same person"
"and who would that be" y/n questioned
"your brother, Taehyung"
Those words stung. Like millions of blades, piercing thru my skin. The feeling i got rid of years ago came back
Just that this time it wasn't physical.
FLASHBACK*
a smile was forming on my face as i was observing the masterpiece i made. Lines, bloody red covering my whole forearm, not leaving any space for skin to peek thru. Lines different sizes, some curvy and some straight. It was art. I loved art ever since i was little. Just that i used to paint on canvases or just draw on paper. But now i liked creating it on my skin. It was also a way to get overcome the pain in my heart. But the inner pain always overpowers and it's getting harder to feel the pain in my arm. It was already numb. The lines were being covered by blood as it was dripping of the sides. My lines no longer sharp. I got angry as i started to make more lines. One over another over another. I started laughing hysterically but stopped as soon as i heard a knock on the door.
"K..kookie. A....are you ok..kay?" my sister said with worry. She had a shaky voice. I instantly threw the blade away as i realized what i was doing. My tears coming to the surface and soon enough making pools on the cold, hard tiles i was sitting on, leaning on the door.
" Kookie, i know you feel like it's your fault that he left" she sniffed "it's not. He's just a jerk and doesn't deserve your grief" i opened the door and jumped into her arms.
I miss him y/n, i miss him so much" i said thru sobs
"i know. I do too. But it's been weeks. You can't keep on doing this"
"b..but i loved Taehyung" i said calming down on the crook of her neck
"i know. You weren't really good at hiding it
END OF FLASHBACK"*

A/n sorry for POV changing so much❤️