The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling guilty in an empty hotel room. She now regretted not saying something to Jungkook but still couldn't find the words. She reached over to her phone and there were several messages.
Jin: Sooo sorry about last night. I did NOT mean for that to happen.
Jin: Are we still friends?
Jin: I will talk to Jungkook about this.
Boyfriend: Congrats on your knew relationship with Jin. I'm happy for you both 😋
Jin: Ignore that text from Jungkook, he's still sulking 😒 I will fix this.
Y/N sighed hard and flopped back down on her pillow, "How did I get myself into this?" She asked herself.
Several days later she found a small apartment near the hotel she had been staying at and moved all of her things. She had been talking solely with Jin because Jungkook never answered her text that she had sent trying to explain herself.
Jin had informed her that he wasn't getting any where trying to convince Jungkook as he was being a stubborn ass. She had already figured this and decided to move on with her life but found it hard to do so.
She didn't know why, but she had an overwhelming need to argue with someone. There just wasn't enough sarcasm in her daily life anymore.
On the other hand, Jungkook was barely making it through the day, only doing the required practice and hadn't stepped foot in the gym since the incident.
He was stuffing his face at every chance he could get regardless of Jin begging him to talk with Y/N before he plumped himself up.
Jungkook was in denial and kept saying he was fine and only going through a phase and it would go away eventually. Everyone knew better.
Several weeks later, they were performing on an awards show and Jungkook appeared to be having trouble breathing as he was giving the choreography his all.
He was able to make it through the performance but as soon as he walked back stage he collapsed on the floor right in front of RM.
RM immediately bent down as Taehyung jumped to his side, checking his blood pressure while the medics ran over with oxygen and a heart monitor.
Jungkook's body was limp and his heart beat barely registered on the monitor. Taehyung and Jin were yelling at the medics to do something when his heart beat became regular again and his eyes fluttered open, "I'm fine," he whispered hoarsely, "Calm down."
They all relaxed their stance and backed up, giving him room to breathe. Jin walked into another room and grabbed his phone, having enough of Jungkook's behavior.
Jin: I'm sending you a plane ticket by email. I want you to come see me.
Y/N: South Korea? That would be awesome! Is this an attempt to get Jungkook to talk to me? Cuz it won't work 🙁
Jin: Yes, pack lightly, we have everything here that you'll need. I have a plan, this time it's a good one 😂 See you soon.
Y/N: 🤣
Jin smirked to himself proudly as he walked back to Jungkook, who was now sitting up on a couch with his shirt unbuttoned, still sweating profusely.
"You need to take care of yourself, tomorrow we will work out together." Jin told him, patting him on the leg.
"Ugh, I don't feel like it." Jungkook rolled his eyes, sweat pouring down his face.
"How do you know what you will feel like tomorrow? You will be fine, I'll grab you in the morning."
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I Met the Jerk
RomansaJungkook is a petty, jerky, short tempered idol that has to have his way, or the highway. What happens when he comes across a sarcastic girl that has just as much attitude as he does?
