at home, jungkook went straight to the fridge for leftovers. you sat on the couch, scrolling through the channels on tv. you eventually found some old reruns of your favorite show.
"hey babe, wheres the pop?" jungkook called from the kitchen.
"uhhhhh, i dont know, in the fridge?" you were so fed up with him not knowing where things were. "found it?"
"ew, its only fresca." why does he but it if he hates it so much?
he gave up looking for something to drink and came to sit with you. his one hand focused on eating, the other creeping up your thigh.
"stop." you said. he smiled slightly, giving a small squeeze. "im serious stop." you didn't believe this was the time. he chuckled and sqeezed again, his large hand completely controlling you. you whimpered, and grabbed his hand off your lap.
"stop it jungkook." you looked him right in the eyes. he seemed taken aback, you rarely ever called him jungkook, maybe kookie or jungkookie, but never just jungkook. "god youre so fucking relentless..." you mumbled under your breath.
"what did you just say?" his tone pierced you, his fork fell to his plate.
"n-nothing okay, i didnt mean it i-im sorry kookie i," he got up before you could finish talking.
"ill sleep on the couch tonight.." you teared up, this was the first time you ever really faught, if this could be considered a fight.
-time skippp-
you had just gotten into your pyjamas, jungkooks favorite pair. it was a feeble attempt to make him come to bed with you.
"jungkookie!! come to bed, we can watch some tv if you want, your pick this time." you tried to sound happy and natural but it didnt work. he saw right through it.
"now whos being relentless?" he didnt make eye contact or even acknowledge you were trying to make it better.
"please jungkook?" you really wanted him to come back to bed and not be mad.
"no, you said im relentless and i mean i dont think i am. well talk about it in the morning, okay?" his voice felt strained like he was going to cry. you knew he didnt want to be mad at you, but he was just being jungkook.
"jungkook im," you stepped closer, trying to talk some sense into him.
"just fucking drop it y/n!" he yelled, standing up. "jesus christ i thought i could get away from you for a bit! okay? i just wanted some fucking alone time!" he quickly covered his mouth realizing what he said. "no no no no no no no no no no, y/n, baby, thats not what i meant i- i just wanted some time to chill for a bit, i- im so sorry." he went to hug you but you pushed him away, his eyes filling with tears and you slammed the bedroom door behid you.
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