Jinkook | Our Journey

10.

Jungkook nearly ran out of the car as soon as we parked in the parking lot of The Chord.

Everyone watched him as he walked away, and Yoongs made jokes that he had the bladder of a squirrel, but I was pretty sure I was the only one who knew that he had left to take care of his 'situation' before anyone else saw it.

So, let's just say I had been a little less than innocent, while sitting in Jungkook's lap.

Sue me.

Jungkook re-appeared around when we were sitting down at our table.

The Chord was a nice restaurant, and it was obvious why it was so hard to get reservations.

There was soft violin music paying in the background, extremely comfortable seats, pretty lights and chandeliers... I loved it.

Jungkook noticed me looking around.

"You like it here?" He murmured.

I looked up at him, and nodded. "Yeah."

He smirked and picked up his menu. "I'll bring you back here someday,"

My eyes widened, and I looked at my mom and dad, who were thankfully engaged in a conversation with the waiter. Yoongs was concentrating intensely on the menu, and so was Jimin.

"Like... on a date?" I whispered.

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah... you know, once you get rid of the dipshit."

It didn't take me long to realize the dipshit was Hoseok.

I had vowed to dump him tommorow, at lunch, but knowing myself, I'd probably chicken out.

I had also vowed to remain strong in my determination to not do anything at all with Jungkook until I had broken up with Hoseok.

Even though Hoseok had proved to be a huge douche, it didn't mean I could cheat on him.

"Jin!" Yoongs yelled, snapping his fingers in my face. I flinched.

"What?!"

"We've been trying to get your attention forever! What do you want to order?" I looked at the waiter that was waiting for me to speak.

"Oh. Um..." I picked up the menu and scanned through it. "The... Spaghetti bolognese, please," I muttered absently.

The waiter nodded and walked away.

Jimin nudged me. "What's gotten you all preoccupied?" He wondered.

I shook my head. "It's nothing."

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"Why didn't you return any of my calls last night?" Hoseok demanded the moment I stepped into class. The teacher hadn't arrived yet.

I glared at him. "Good morning to you, too."

"I called you at least eight times yesterday. Where the hell were you? Oh, don't tell me, with Jungko-"

"Shut up!" I screeched. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'll have you know that last night I was at a family dinner and I didn't get back home till', like, one a.m., and I am crazy tired, so I don't need your shit!"

Hoseok looked at me, stunned. I was nowhere near done yet. I stood.

"And why the hell would you call me eight times? What is so fucking important that it couldn't wait till' morning? Look, Hoseok, maybe other guys can handle your pushy aggressiveness and your shitty attitude, but I can't. Just leave me alone."

Hoseok kind of just stared, and he seemed speechless, and that was good.

I grabbed my bag, and walked out, feeling a little dizzy from the rush of silencing a whole room and finally getting to yell at that asshole.

I thought I heard clapping as I left, but I couldn't be sure.

I headed to the nurse's office to pretend to be ill so I could go home.

I normally would never condone this type of behavior within myself, but right now, all I wanted to do was lie in bed, and hope the drama I'd stirred up had died down by the time I went back to school tommorow.

I knocked on the door to the nurses office, and heard her call 'come in!'

I opened the door and walked in, and she looked up from something she was writing.

"Oh dear, you look so pale. What's wrong?"

I sighed. "I don't feel so good." It wasn't a total lie. I was exhausted form having slept so late yesterday, and I felt kind of nauseous when I considered the fact that I had to sit next to Hoseok in class tommorow.

She stood, and gestured for me to sit on the little hospital bed.

"Is there anyone I can call for you?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah... Jeon Jungkook."

She blinked. "Is that your boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "No, no, he's.. uh a friend."

She nodded, and pulled out a notepad, and pen. "Okay, just give me his number..."

I thought of his joy when he found out what had happened today, and smiled a little, then gave her the number.

I listened in on her conversation with him.

"Hi, this is Nurse Conner calling from college. I'm calling for Kim Seokjin-"

"Is he okay?" I heard him demand loudly. My smile grew bigger.

"He's not feeling very well. Would you be able to pick him up from here?"

"I'm on my way," I heard him say.

The nurse hung up. "He'll be here soon."

I nodded. "Thanks,"