Vigilante ➳ Jungkook ✔

03: Mysterious

A/N: That's rude Jungkook. That's very, very rude.

*August 24, Monday*

*7 a.m.*

Y/N's POV:

I woke up with a stinging sensation in my palm, causing me to wince the moment I felt it.

"Good. You're awake."

I shot my eyes open and saw Jungkook standing next to the bed, looking at me.

"Were you watching me sleep?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Of course not. I heard you wake up."

I looked on the ground and saw a sleeping bag that he most likely used, and then I looked back up at his face. I gasped and stood up. His bottom lip was busted, and he had cuts and bruises all over his face and arms.

"You didn't look this bad last night. What happened?" I asked, examining his lip.

"I got into a little fight last night is all."

"Another one? With who?"

"Just a group of people."

"It was you versus a group of people?" I asked, getting Sehun's first aid kit and sitting next to Jungkook on the bed. "Look at me." He looked at me and I started cleaning his lip.

"Yeah. It happed half an hour ago. I just got home a few minutes ago."

"Why? You could've gotten even more hurt than you are now." I unknowingly rested my hand that wasn't cleaning his wound on his chest, and he winced. "I-I'm sorry. Are you hurt on your chest too?"

He sighed and nodded. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and gently pulled it off of him. I couldn't pay attention to his sculpted chest because of the cuts and bruises all over the place. "Usually I have someone professional help me with this."

"Yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

I chuckled. "I was joking. I just said it because you're taking medical classes."

"Right. Right."

"Why do you need someone professional to help you with these types of things? Do you get into fights often?" I asked, starting to clean the cuts on his chest.

"Sometimes." He smiled and laughed a little bit, lighting up the situation a little bit. "My professional is Sehun."

"Where is Sehun?"

"In Jackson's dorm."

"Who's Jackson?"

"Our other friend."

"You need to get better friends."

"What do you mean?" He asked. "What about Sehun and Yoongi?"

"Sehun's okay, but if Yoongi's your friend, you need to get a new friend."

He chuckled. "Why do you hate your brother so much?"

"He's a jerk, and I have no respect for jerks."

"Playboys are jerks. Does that mean I'm a jerk?"

I sighed and put a little bit of alcohol on a cut on his shoulder, making him hiss at the pain. "Sorry," I said. "You're alright. Even though you look like it, you don't seem like the playboy type."

He smiled. "Thanks." I cleaned him up as much as I could and he put one of Sehun's shirts on. "Thank you. Let's get back to our dorm and clean up. Then, we'll go to the café on campus to have breakfast with Yoongi, Sehun, and Jackson."