BTS One-shots

Beer Pong Partners (Friends 3)(Jungkook) FWB!AU

      "Can you pass me the duct tape?" you asked Jungkook as you closed one of the many boxes you had packed.

      He did as asked and after taping it shut you carried it into the hall.

      "Is that all?" you looked around to see if any of them were still open.

      All that you got in return is a small nod.

      "I'll carry them down, Jimin is waiting."

      "You know what I don't get?" he perked up suddenly, "What the fuck did I do that you'd feel the need to leave in three days time?" the area between his eyebrows creasing as he frowned, staring at you with pursed lips.

      "I said I don't wanna discuss this Jungkook." you slipped your shoes on and grabbed your jacket off the hanger.

      "So you'll leave me in this fucking empty apartment without giving me a reason?!" he shouted suddenly, blocking your way to the front door.

      "Yes." curtly replying you pushed him aside to grab a few boxes.

      He shoved you aside, picking up three boxes at once while swearing at you under his breath.

      You picked up a box and made your way downstairs.

      After three days of fighting you didn't have any more energy to do it.

      For three days it was the same events in a loop. He would keep pushing your buttons, irritating the shit out of you, till you finally snap and start screaming and crying at him to stop bugging you and then he'd step away for a second and come back with tissues to comfort you.

      It made you rethink how Jeon Jungkook isn't a fucking horrible friend, this was just a fucking horrible situation that wasn't really easily solved.

      Maybe some distance will do the both of you good.

      While you were walking down the stairs, he passed you, going for the last round of boxes.

      You met Jimin downstairs who was leaning on the car, the trunk already open.

      "Are you sure about this?" he asked you, forehead creased with worry lines.

      "The kid is a fucking mess, can't you see that?"

      "And I'm an even bigger mess around him. I need to fucking get my shit together Jimin, just let me. Please?" you bit back, feeling the last bit of your patience slipping away.

       A minute later Jungkook was down by the car and dropped the last boxes right in front of you, while glaring straight into your eyes.

      "There. That's all of your shit." he said, tone bottom line poisonous.

      "Thanks." you said, picking up the boxes and putting them in the trunk.

      "You're just like the rest of them. Fucking bitch." maybe you weren't supposed to hear that since he was already heading back into the building when he mumbled it.

      The sudden rush of rage to your head wasn't like anything that happened the past three days.

      "Excuse me?!" you shouted and yet he was still trying to unlock the door to your building ignoring you.

      You flew over the few stairs to the door, ignoring Jimin's calls and please to just let it go.

      "What did you fucking say Jeon? Repeat it." you pushed yourself between him and the door.