Jungkook's baby [COMPLETE]

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It was a few weeks later and all was forgotten and back on track after the drunken games at Jungkook's house.

Jungkook was sat in his history class, a light drizzle pattering on the window next to his desk. He was three floors up in the tower block watching Yn's class doing PE in the drizzle. He was disturbed by the girl behind him kicking his chair.

With furrowed brows of annoyance he turned around and glared at her.
"What?" He spat quitely so the teacher didn't hear and she gave him a coy smile handing him a neatly folded letter. He begrudginly swiped it out of her hand and opened it up. It wasn't from her, but from the girl behind her, Joy.

The contents of the letter made his blood boil. He abruptly stood up making his chair screech into the silent room.
"Miss, if you'll excuse me I think Joy is unwell and needs to go to the medical room. She's just sent me a note saying she feels unwell and needs escorting."
"Oh. Mr Jeon, um...okay sure.." The teacher replied with an uncertain nod, suspicious of Jungkook's behaviour. This was very unlike him.

He quickly grabbed Joy's arm and tugged her up, yanking her bag off the floor and walking her out the room with a little to much assertiveness, making her instantly regret the letter. Sure it got his attention but not the way she wanted.

He walked her down the flights of stairs and down a quiet corridor before pushing her against the wall by her shoulders and thrusting the letter in her face.
"What the fuck is this?!" He growled as she took it with trembling hands, her eyes glossy with tears as she realised her plan hadn't worked the way it played out in her mind, just mere moments ago.

"I-it's a letter about Yn!" She choked out and Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance. That wasn't the answer he wanted.
"Why are you trying to fuck with my head?!" He snapped yanking it out of her hands and screwing it up in his fist as Joy stood there, her mouth opening and shutting as she fought for words, slightly worried by the anger radiating off fo him.

She'd wanted him to be angry at Yn and Yoongi not at her. She'd wanted to be the one to console him and get close to him when he was upset but it was backfiring. What Joy didn't understand is the contents of the letter was, to her knowledge, made up. But something in it had clearly triggred the handsome boy in front of her, hit a nerve of some sort.

Jungkook just growled angrily at her lack of explanation, kicking the bin over before walking away from Joy, the screwed up letter still in his hand. He wasn't even sure where he was going, he was just angry. He headed to the PE block and up the stairs, out the fire exit onto the roof and stood in the rain watching Yn awkwardly make her way around the netball markings on the playground.

He chuckled to himself at the sight of her, wiping her wet fringe from her face angrily, just for it to flop back in her eyes again. He scoffed in spite of himself, stood in the rain watching Yn, his breath clouding in front of him as his chest rose and fell quickly after his sprint up the stairs, the drizzle quickly gathering on his hair and dripping off the ends of his fringe, eyelashes and nose, his gaze flitting to the small huts on the edge of the field where he noticed someone else staring in Yn's direction from a window.

Yoongi was also watching her and that's when Jungkook came soaring back to earth and realised that his fists were still clenched, one of them containing Joy's letter. He quickly opened it up with his hands shaking from the anger just moments ago. The rain quickly blotting the paper and spreading the neat writing from her fountain pen, spoiling the neat cursive writing on it as he opened it up to torment himself by re-reading it again. It really was fucking with his head.

Jungkook,
Have you noticed that Yn is suddenly very close to Yoongi? Is it true they slept together and she's cheated on you? I'm always here for you if you want to talk...
Joy
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