Jungkook One Shots

~Arranged~

My name is Y/n L/n. Sound familiar? If it does, it's because my father is the owner of the company that is well-known around the country.

My mother passed away when I was only two-years old so I don't quite remember her as much as I wish I did.

Thus, being blessed to be from such a well-off family, I've always gotten what I've wanted. Sure people call me spoiled, ungrateful, and all that other crap, but do I care? Nope, not at all.

I've always been homeschooled so I don't exactly have "friends" but then again, who needs em' anyway when they're all just a bunch of lying backstabbers. Every time time people find out who my father is, they start suck up to me and pretend they like me just so they can get something out of our "friendship". Bunch of fakes.

Of course my father can be worried that I'll end up alone if I keep acting the way I do. What he doesn't understand is that it's hard when people only see the me that's on the outside when they have no idea who I really am on the inside.

If end up alone for the rest of my life, so be it. I prefer the way my life is now and no one is gonna change that.

~

You were lying peacefully in your inflatable pool float that was shaped like a white, spread-out butterfly. If there was one thing that you could spend hours doing, it was floating in the water. You enjoyed listening to the sounds of water rippling, the breeze gently blowing against your skin. You felt like you were in your own little bubble.

"Hey Tits McGee!" The familiar voice of Taehyung yelled, interrupting your peaceful alone time.

And my bubble has burst...

You lowered your shades, squinting to see him walking towards the pool, getting ready to strip. "Woah! Can you please spare my eyes? I really don't need to see that." You say, as he frowns, pulling his shirt back down.

Taehyung was the son of one of my Father's friends. He always stuck around me for some reason ever since we were kids. I wouldn't call us "friends" but rather, "company that I don't want, but am forced to hang out with."

"Can you stop calling me that?" You sigh, putting your shades back down and closing your eyes.

"Why? I think it suits you perfectly. I mean, look at those melons!" He says, and even with your eyes closed, you can tell he's pervertedly staring at your chest.

"Keep looking at my boobs and I'll have the guards kick you out." You warn.

"Sorry, i'm just stating facts." He adds making you shake your head in annoyance.

"What are you doing here anyway? Can't you see I'm trying to have a relaxing time?" You say gesturing at yourself and the surroundings.

"I just wanted to see my best friend. Didn't you miss me?" He asks as you imagine him pouting.

"No." You plainly answer.

"You know it really hurts when you say such lies." He cries.

"Who said I was lying?" You retort.

He huffs, "I forgive you anyway, but real talk, I heard our dads made a new friend."

"So? Why are you even telling me this? What's it got to do with me?" You ask, getting more annoyed with each passing second.

"I heard that his son is quite the player, probably not as much as I am though." He says in cocky tone.

"Again, Taehyung what's the point in telling me this? You're wasting both your time and mine by blabbing about all this—"