Deadly Desire

𝟔: 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

i let out a deep breath, feeling drained after having dinner with y/n last night. i kept telling myself that the dinner wasn't completely pointless and i actually accomplished something- but let's be honest. i merely pushed her into buying an apartment nearby without thinking much of it. there's nothing wrong with that, it doesn't affect me negatively but it doesn't really help anyway either. so what if she moves closer to work- how is that gonna help me prove she is who i say?

feeling defeated, i slumped down in my chair, playing with my own hands for a bit before hearing the door knock.

"come in." i called out, going back to looking at my hands. it was jimin.

"have you looked at the media today?" he asked, standing in front of my desk.

"no." i replied holding my head in my hands with my elbows rested on the desk, massaging my temples, "i'm tired."

"jungkook," he began calmly, before hitting my desk, causing me to look up befuddled. why the fuck is he so mad? "you're all over social media, they think you're dating y/n."

"so?"

"so? take a look at the comments they're ending her." he tossed his phone at me, pointing to the comment section.

they truly were destroying her, the comment section filled with snarky remarks about how terrible she looked, and how i was out of her league. she normally looks fine, but those sweats? the hair? while i sat across from her in a mannerly suit? i see why they're saying what they're saying.

"it's her fault for wearing that, that's why they're dragging her." i simply shrugged throwing his phone back.

"no jungkook! it's your fault. how do you think she's reacting to these kinds of comments about her? can't you be a little more considerate?" he raised his voice.

i've just about had it. i stood up, now slightly higher than eye level to him. "aw," i began in a mocking voice "falling in love are we? don't let your human side get the best of you. i'll kill her the first moment i get after i prove to hoseok that she's the first born. so don't get attached." i spat, sitting back down.

"jungkook. fix it." he glared, his eyes now pure white and sharper than his usual happy, flirty look.

"can't namjoon just go posing as me?" 

"i'm serious." he was turning to walk out but twisting back around to say, "check on her."

i groaned in defeat, fixing up my hair- feeling frustrated. so what, they're saying a few mean things. she'll get over it. but maybe checking up on her would make her trust me more? i shook off that close coming migraine, and headed towards her office.

"y/n?" i called out, door knob in my hand and my shoulder ready to push the door "are you there?" i asked

"yeah, come in." she mumbled, head down scrolling through something on her computer.

"are you okay?" i asked approaching her desk, noticing her red and puffy eyes. obviously she had been crying. "y/n-" i called out, my suddenly soft and soothing voice even catching me off guard. where the fuck did that come from? "i'm sorry about the comments, i should've realized taking you out was a bad idea and people would've taken pictures i'm so sorry, it completely slipped my mind that this could happen."

"jungkook, it's okay" she answered her eyes beginning to gloss over, forcing a smile, "i'm fine."

i pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, feeling something i'm not used to. i felt bad? for the first time in a long time. i took a look at her screen, realizing the comments on this website were way worse. i felt upset?