Give You Hell || j.j.k

15. Rawr x3

"Taehyung? Why are you here, it's Saturday?" Jungkook crossed his arms.
"Oh, (Y/n) and I were gonna go to the festival, but I left the tickets here yesterday so I was just gon-"
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Right, whatever." He stepped closer. "I know you've been accepted into this little circle of lowlifes, but know that if you continue what you're doing with my client, you won't come out of this alive." He warned.
Taehyung stepped closer. "Your client is my girlfriend, buddy. I have no idea what your problem is, but if you think for one minute that you're gonna hurt that girl out there, then you're gonna have to go through me."
Jungkook laughed. "The broke barista's kid with daddy issues?"
"I'm the king, little boy."
———
"So, do you wanna go on a rollercoaster first, or... you okay?" I shook Taehyung's hand as we entered the gates.
"Huh? Oh... yeah, sorry." He zoned out again.
I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it.
"Does Jungkook ever worry you?" He asked.
"Does he worry me?" I repeated. "Well, he's quiet but he seems capable..."
"Not like that..." he playfully nudged me.
"He hasn't done anything, it's okay. He's just a passive aggressive rock with red eyes."
Taehyung let out a laugh and placed a kiss on the top of my head, before pointing towards a game.
"I'm gonna win you that fucking tiger plushie if it's the last thing I do." He said with the intensity of the sun.
He walked straight up to the booth, warning me to stay back as he tossed the rings onto the bottles, missing every time.
"It's rigged, Tae-" I was interrupted by him slamming another 20 down.
I chuckled. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom, kay?" I said, and he turned with sad eyes.
"Are you gonna ditch me?" That rare insecurity popped out and I melted at his big eyes and pouting mouth.
"No, Tae! I need to pee." I gave him a quick peck and waddled off, hearing him screaming to the man running the booth about how he needs the tiger.
I relieved myself in the gender neutral bathroom, and turned to open the door after washing my hands.
It was stuck.
I pulled again. "What the fuck?!" I kept pulling.
"(Y/n)?" A familiar voice asked as the person exited from a stall.
"Jungkook! Thank god!" I sighed, pointing to the door. "Can you unlock it with your demon stuff?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Demon stuff coming right up..." he chuckled to himself as he put his hand out, closing his eyes.
I felt like I had gotten the wind knocked out of me when I looked into his eyes, and the temperature in the room dropped at least 10 degrees.
It was another moment when I realized how real this was, and how I've barely talked to this guy even though I'm the reason he's stuck here.
And I'm the reason he couldn't get the door open.
"What do you mean you can't find the bathroom, Tae? Look to your- shit! My phones at 1%! Call my broth-"
And it died.
"Do you have your phone?" I asked Jungkook, who sat on the sink.
"I'm still confused by the TV." He admitted.
I groaned. "Fair..."
"So why were you here?" I asked after a minute.
"Trying to find someone."
"Who?" I asked again.
He looked away.
"You don't have to tell me, it's fine." I smiled, hopping onto the counter next to him.
He looked me up and down, confused by my presence.
"So, why are you the king of hell?" I asked and his eyebrows shot up.
"That's a question..." he awkwardly laughed. "Um, I don't know really. It was like, I remembered pain, and then the next second I was on a throne. I don't know how long it's been though, I don't know if time works the same there." He shrugged off, thinking hard as he dissociated.
"That must be nagging at you." I commented.
He sucked in a sharp breath. "Well, a bit, but I'll manage." He thought again before sharing. "I think that's why I don't like being called Satan, because it feels like I'm just this guy who ended up on the throne."
He found himself opening up to the pair of eyes to his left.
———
"The food here has nothing on our food!" Jungkook declared, criss-cross in front of me on the floor.
"It's probably like, abortion soup and goat blood."
"Jesus, (Y/n)..." he laughed with wide eyes as he passed the roll of toilet paper towards me.
I caught it. "Ah, okay, back on topic!" I passed it back to him.
"Okay, never have I ever kissed someone and regretted it?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"Really?!" He yelled out, passing the roll. "People said that you've slept with half the school though?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, no. I had my first real kiss 5 weeks ago."
He seemed genuinely shocked.
"Oh, what? Expect me to be a slut that much?" I was slightly angry, trying to hide it under a joke, but I choked up and almost began crying.
"No, you're just so confident in yourself. I don't see a lot of innocent people with so much... life."
"Don't call me innocent, Kook. My best friend's a stripper." I joked as we finally saw light from outside.
"You little shit! Where were you?" Said best friend yelled, scooping me into his arms.
"The bathroom." I answered and he dropped me.
"Why were you here?" Taehyung asked when he saw Jungkook, stepping slightly in front of me.
"I needed to piss." He answered.
Taehyung looked between the two of us. "We should go have fun." I suggested, and his face softened.
"Since we're all here, let's go do something I've been waiting for all night." Taehyung said.
———
"It's rigged, you morons!" I yelled as I waited back with Jungkook as the rest of the boys attempted to go bankrupt as they tried to win me the tiger.
"They're so determined." Jungkook commented. "It's kinda sad..." he turned the popcorn bag to me and we silently munched as the boys continued to lose their minds.
———
"Night, Kook." I opened my door as he slid out after changing, nodding to me.
"Night, (Y/n)."
I closed my door and instantly flung my bra off in a random direction, today it was my bed who was victim to the boob sweat.
But it hit something I hadn't seen in my room before.
I looked back to the closed door and smiled.
A big tiger plushy sat on my bed, my bra hanging off it's left ear.