Vigilante ➳ Jungkook ✔

08: Not So Super-Hero

*Six days later*

*September 1st, Tuesday*

*1 p.m.*

Y/N's POV:

I shut my new laptop that the vigilante got me and sighed. I woke up this morning and Jungkook wasn't there. He wasn't picking up his phone either.

I heard a knock at the door and I answered it, getting instantly startled by the man standing there.

Probably the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, he had striking, fire-red hair, beautiful eyes, and big glasses that tied his adorable look together. He had on a white dress shirt and tie that made his mature side battle his cute side.

"Y/N," he started. "I'm Jimin, a friend of Jungkook's. He wanted me to tell you that he's in Busan for his birthday. He's visiting his family."

"What? Why? You know what? Nevermind. Take me there so I can kick his ass." I grabbed Jimin's hand and pulled him out.

Luckily I already got dressed in case I left to go find him, so I didn't have to change. "Did I say Busan? I wasn't supposed to say that," he said once we got into his super expensive Bugatti.

"Yes, you did."

"Why are you even so mad that he's there?"

"He didn't let me say happy birthday to him."

"Hm. Well, we'll be there in four hours with light traffic, so get comfortable."

*Five hours later*

*5 p.m.*

"Get the door!" Someone yelled on the other side of Jungkook's house's door, or should I say mansion's door.

"Jimin!" A woman said after opening the door.

"Nice to see you, Mrs. Jeon," Jimin said, hugging the woman who I assume was Jungkook's mother. "This is Jungkook's friend, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jeon," I said, bowing.

"You too. Come inside."

We walked inside and when Jungkook's mom walked to the kitchen, Jimin and I were bombarded by Jungkook.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"You didn't let me say happy birthday to you earlier," I replied.

"You could've just called me."

"I tried. You weren't answering your phone."

"That doesn't mean you just show up to my house in a different city, Y/N," he said.

"I'll go talk to your mom," Jimin said, walking to the kitchen.

"You have a house in Busan with your parents?" I asked Jungkook.

"I have a house in Busan but I don't live there with my parents. I don't live there at all. I live in Seoul, with you," he replied. "I'm having a party with my friends tonight. My parents are leaving. I recommend going to my room and staying there until it's over, understand?"

"You can't force me to stay in your room," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

*One hour later*

"There. I got your burgers. Now, you're gonna sit on my bed and watch Zack and Cody," Jungkook said, handing me the TV remote.

"But I won't be able to hear it because of the party."

"You have to read the captions anyway because I know for a fact your dumbass can't speak English."

I stomped on his foot and he started hopping on one foot in pain. "I speak fluent English, asshole," I said those words in complete English, and he looked at me in confusion. "Obviously you don't though."