⚠️WARNING: BRIEF MENTIONS OF SA IN THIS CHAPTER, IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THIS UPDATE, THANK YOU.
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HI I MISSED U ALL SM, GLAD TO BE BACK. EXPLANATION FOR MY PROLONGED ABSENCE AT THE END OF THE CHAP- HAPPY READING <3
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After letting Y/n rant about her wild night with her coworker, Jungkook sent her off with some half ass comfort and advice. She seemed oblivious to his reaction, but Jungkook was still fuming, now well aware of what he had to do.
Plopping down on his bed, Jungkook grabbed his phone with a deep sigh. There, he dialed the number of the person he wanted to speak to the least. Not as though he had any other choice.
"Kookie! What a surprise." The voice cheered, albeit too happily. His tone always had a way of pissing Jungkook off.
"We have a problem, Jin hyung."
"Problem? With what?"
The boy sighed, hating having to come to this solution. "With Y/n, and I need your help."
Jungkook heard a sharp intake of breath on the other line, "Jungkook, I am no in the mood to-"
"She slept with someone at work, and I need you to take care of it."
It was silent, Jungkook letting the older process his words. It took him awhile too, so he attempted to be understanding. If he was to settle this at all, he needed to be civil with him.
Finally, there was some movement on Jin's end, before he responded with a curt "I'll handle it." And ended the call.
Jungkook sighed, clicking the off button on his phone and tossing it onto his couch.
He hoped that Seokjin could handle it, otherwise he would get involved. After all, no one should touch what isn't theirs.
[time skip]
Relishing in her last day off before the work week began again, Y/n saddled up to her couch with the goal of watching a movie. That was until five minutes of scrolling passed and she had yet to find something to watch.
Feeling the dull hum of boredom slowly seep in, the woman decided to find some way to entertain herself. After pulling out her phone and sending a quick text, she rose from the couch to seek out something to munch on.
A response to her message was quick, Namjoon suggesting they go on a coffee run. He could get some work done, while she could keep him company. They planned to meet in about an hour, so she had plenty of time to get ready.
The pair had hit it off just a few nights ago, and the man mused that his mother wouldn't stop talking about the girl he seemed so enamored with. Y/n smiled at the fond memory of the woman, but feeling a bit guilty for the little white lie.
Once she had finished the blueberries she was previously eating, Y/n set off to get ready (deeming her sweat pants and stained shirt from high school just a bit too casual). Once makeup and hair were done, she slipped some rings on her fingers, grabbed her keys and headed out.
Contrasting Y/n's methodical routine, Namjoon was already sat at their meeting place, intent on seeing her. Maybe she'd be caught off guard, and he could catch a glimpse of a surprised expression on her face.
He wanted to see it, all of it. Happy, sad, angry, he craved it all. Ever since he saw her interacting with his family in such a wholesome way, he knew he was hooked. Everything about her lit him aflame, desperately engulfed.
Namjoon, embarrassingly enough, couldn't stop thinking about her. Sometimes in a not so pg way. It wasn't wrong per say, they were two consenting adults. But he knew himself; and the more passionate he got about something, the less likely he was to let it go.
