MR. JEON {BTS Fanfic/Smut} ✔️

N I N E

"You haven't changed one bit," Jeongguk mumbles, staring at me from across the table.

"Would you stop...looking at me like that?" I shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Like what?"

I shrug. "I don't know, with hope. I'm not saying that you're for sure getting a second chance, so would you just tone it down a notch."

He leans back into his seat and raises an eyebrow at me. "You want me to tone it down? You want me to--what? Act like we don't know each other. I didn't once have feelings for you. Yeonjun isn't my kid."

I scoff. "And it finally comes out."

We have been sitting across from each other at this table in this fancy restaurant for at least a half an hour, talking about nothing of importance and finally, he says what he's really been thinking.

He purses his lips and sticks his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "I'm not mad at you, Y/N. You have every right to keep him from me, considering how I've acted and how I left you guys without a real reason or warning, but I'm asking for your forgiveness."

His words sound absolutely genuine. Then again so did Jimin's when he said that he didn't remember raping me and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he definitely...probably...did.

"And why do you deserve my forgiveness?"

He squints in thought. "Because...I'm asking for it?" He replies more like a question.

I chuckle. "You're gonna have to give me a better reason."

He sighs. "Because I have missed you guys. I was being honest when I said that I don't even really understand why I left in the first place."

"This isn't some sort of fantasy movie. This is real life, Gguk."

He bites his lip and looks down. "I like that."

I blink. "What?"

"Gguk. That's what you just called me. It sounded nice," he smiles up at me.

I frantically look away from him as my heart starts to race. Why did I just call him by a nickname? Stupid, Y/N! You know how he runs with things.

"I-I didn't mean to do that. Sorry," I mumble.

There's a pause. "Do you seriously love this other guy?"

My eyes snap up to meet his. "What kind of accusation are you trying to make, Jeongguk?"

"So much for the nickname," he mutters under his breath. "I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just wondering. You have a knack for falling for the wrong men."

My face turns pink and I start to see red as anger builds up inside me. "That...is none of your business."

"It is when I'm the one you truly love and I'm the one you should be with right now."

He stares deep into my eyes, waiting for my answer. But I don't give one. I just stand up from my seat and slam my napkin on the table. "We're done here."

As I turn on my heel, he scrambles to his feet, following behind me.

"I don't take kindly to accusations and assumptions about my life," I growl.

I hear him sigh behind me, trying to grab at my arm, but I continue to pull it away over and over again. He will not have the satisfaction of breaking us again. I will not let it happen.

"Kim Y/N!" he yells my name, stopping me in my tracks. "All I'm asking is for a second chance," he says in a softer tone. "A second chance to make you happy, make Yeonjun happy."