fix you

a bunny

"JEON JUNGKOOK, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" 

Lisa stormed into his room. He was in his bed, chuckling.

"You fucking think this is fucking funny, you fucker?" she screeched at him, not bothering to control herself.

"Shhh, pretty girls shouldn't have dirty mouths," he smirked, only infuriating her further. "Besides, your unnie is probably making out with Tae in the other room, and she'll kill me if she ever found out I polluted your innocent little mind. And what would you do without your beloved bunny?" He opened his arms up for her. She swatted them away.

"The only bunny I cared about was my big stuffed one. And you ruined it by spilling banana milk on it."

He pulled a pouting Lisa next to him, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, doll. l promise I'll buy you a new one."

"It's not the same, you bastard."

"Aw, why do you need that plushy when you have me?"

Lisa sighed, laying her head on his chest. 

Do I really, Jungkook? 

Ever since one fateful night when Jungkook accidentally arrived at her dorm with a drunk Bambam, they had started seeing each other often. They got comfortable around each other and soon, their two groups started meeting each other for fun. Together, the eleven idols had some of the best nights of their lives. 

So much, apparently, that her unnies and some of the members of Bangtan couldn't stop themselves from eating each other's faces. Rosie and Jimin, and Jennie and Taehyung, had become two happy couples. And since she only harbored sisterly feelings for the rest of the guys, Lisa was left with Jungkook. 

She had come to terms with her feelings for him a few months after Jennie and Taehyung happened. It was hard not to. Obviously, they fought, but mostly he treated her excessively well. They had become so close that skinship was normal for them. Lisa's heart would always beat like crazy when he hugged her, kissed her forehead, or played with her hair. But no matter how close they got, she would always hear his hyungs teasing him of his occasional hookups...a harsh slap to her sad reality- that Jeon Jungkook probably saw her as a little sister.

Until that one night. Bambam had dragged her to the club to drink his worries away, even if she refused to. Her friend had lost himself in the crowd and Lisa was close to calling one of his members and leaving when she spotted Jungkook, some barely-dressed girl grinding herself on him. She tried to look away and pretend she hadn't seen anything, but he pushed the girl away and trudged over to her with a dazed look on his face.

"Lisa," he whispered, tracing her lips with his finger. She chuckled.

"Kook, you reek of alcohol."

He ignored her and pulled her close to him, burying his head in her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. She closed her eyes and struggled to control herself. 

"Kookie, the girl over there is waiting for you..."

"I don't care. I want you."

Lisa's eyes shot open.

"I love you, Lisa," he slurred, and then proceeded to kiss down her neck. She bit her lip, trying to push back the sudden tears forming in her eyes. "I love you so much. Why can't you love me back?"

"I-"

The girl was trudging over to them, glaring at Lisa. She sighed and pushed him away. 

"Go," she murmured.

Lisa left hurriedly, a tiny ray of hope illuminating her heart. She visited his apartment the next morning, only to find the girl from the night before walking out, reeking of sex. She slapped herself internally.

Of course he doesn't love me. How could he if he's with a different girl each night?

Shaking her head, she walked back home in the cold. Jungkook never remembered what he had told her that night.

"Doll?"

Lisa blinked and looked up at Jungkook, remembering her current situation. 

"Ahh, sorry. What were you saying?"

"How about you come over for dinner at my place next week? The rest of the group wants to go party, but I thought it'd be nice to have a night for ourselves."

Lisa's heart clenched. How could he talk to her so easily like that, as if they were a real couple?

"Sure Kookie," she muttered, letting him kiss her cheek.

What hurt the most, was that she would always say yes to him.