A Touch Of Love | J.JK ✔️

5 | a chance to change

Y/N's POV

"What are you doing, Jungkook? Let me go." I twisted my wrist in his grasp, trying to pull my hand back as he stormed through the hallway, pulling me along.

"Stop struggling." He looked back, pulling me forwards so I was no longer trailing behind him.

Letting my wrist go, he gripped my elbow instead, his fingers gently wrapped around my arm as he made me walk along with him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I want to go back to my class." I insisted, looking up at him hesitantly as Jungkook's lips pulled into a straight line.

Running a hand through his floppy hair, he shot me a quick look. "Sure. You can do that after we are done talking." He nodded and I swallowed.

"But I don't want to talk to you."

"Now you're just being difficult." Jungkook sighed exasperated.

"Yeah, making things difficult for you is my favourite thing to do. I believe I'm entitled to do at least this much after the way you've treated me all these months." I snapped, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow as he stared at me intently, a frown on his forehead.

Finally, he sighed. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry." He muttered after a long moment of silence as I pulled my hand back and crossed them over my chest, feeling extremely self-conscious as we were subjected to strange looks.

"That sounds awfully insincere." I scoffed, discreetly stepping away from Jungkook, just in case someone read too much into our current position.

But this was Jungkook. He noticed everything. I wondered if he had also noticed my hurt the day he'd called my ugly. And I also wondered if he'd ever thought of apologising to me.

"Don't do that." He whispered, fingers wrapping around my arm as he stepped closer to me, covering more distance than what I'd put between us.

Blood rushed to my cheeks. "Do what?"

"Move away from me." He mumbled, watching me carefully. "I don't like that."

What. The. Hell?

Dumbfounded, I racked my brains for the right choice of words. Clearing my throat, I pulled my gaze away from his handsome face. "There are a lot of things we don't like, Jungkook. That doesn't mean they change."

"Y/N, I—" Jungkook breathed, closing his eyes as he smoothed his hands over his face looking extremely frustrated. "I know that I've hurt you but I want you to know that I really am sorry—"He began but before the sincerity in his eyes could melt my resolve to never forgive him, someone wolf-whistled behind him.

Immediately lowering my head, I kept myself hidden behind Jungkook's strong frame, not even daring to look up as I already knew who that voice belonged to. I didn't need to look to find out.

Sure enough, Minjae and some other friends of Jungkook rushed towards us, sniggering and chortling with laughter as they thumped him on the back.

"Damn, you finally found our little Ugly Duckling, huh?" Minjae sniggered, giving me a dirty look as I immediately looked away.

Freeing myself from Jungkook's grip, I threw him a pained glance. Is that what he'd been planning all along? Acting all sweet, dragging me out here, and then pretending to apologise just so he could corner me and humiliate me again?

I scoffed. "Fuck you, Jungkook." I rolled my eyes, trying to look unaffected but in reality my body was shaking with anger.

"I sincerely hope you have fun with your bully friends but I'm sorry I don't want any part in this bullshit, not even of the victim." Clenching my fists, I threw him one last glare before turning around but Jungkook pulled me back just as Minjae whistled lowly.