My You | JJK

8| Fuckboy

Jungkook sat there, panting as he pushed the beautiful ravenette off him.

"Why'd you push me off?" She questioned, stepping back as Jungkook rose to his full height within the cramped space in the toilet cubicle.

"Because we finished five minutes ago but you wouldn't get off." Jungkook rolled his eyes exasperatedly, zipping up his pants. "Now, move, you're blocking the door."

The girl's eyes teared up as she sniffled. "Does this mean nothing to you?" She closed the space between them, grabbing the collar of the button up he was wearing. "Do I mean nothing to you?"

Jungkook took a step forward, and another one, and another until he had her pressed up against the cubicle's door. His warm hand snaked around her waist, pressing his crotch against her as he brought his lips to her ears, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth and a shaky breath leaving hers.

"Obviously not."

The girl's eyes shone with so called betrayal which Jungkook found incredibly stupid given she was well aware that Jungkook did this every day with a different girl whom he would just toss aside after he was finished with them, not even shedding a glance their way after.

She had hoped to be different, unfortunately, she ended up being foolish.

Jungkook's grip on her waist tightened as he yanked her aside, finally finding his way outside the cubicle that had almost started triggering his undiagnosed claustrophobia. Besides, he didn't really fancy the perfume she was wearing.

"J-Jungkook!" The girl cried as Jungkook quickly washed his hands, heading out the washroom. "Wait, please! No!"

Pathetic. Jungkook thought as he straightened his shirt, taking long strides.

To her, he was the boy of her dreams.

But to him, it was just another day, another fuck.

Another girl who was in love with him without him even trying.

And then, there was Iseul.

Oh, Park Iseul. Jungkook sighed, spotting the library's building and walking toward it. How long are you going to test my patience before I get to devour you?

There she was again, her body slumped over the table as she held a pencil tight in her hand, making effortless strokes across a white sheet of paper whilst her head bobbed slightly to the music, Jungkook guessed, that was playing in the walkman plugged into her ear.

Stealthily, he snatched the buds out of her ears, plugging one of them into his own as he settled in the seat across from her, dragging the walkman across the table over to his side in the process.

"Hey!" Iseul complained, seemingly annoyed at the disruption of her little bubble.

There was the reaction Jungkook had been hoping for, and that made him plot further.

"Hmm." Jungkook pursed his lips as he recognised the famous tune playing in his ears. It had been all over the radio and TikTok lately. "Bad Habits, huh?"

"Give it back." Iseul outstretched her hand, appearing calm.

Jungkook grinned, "I thought you were a Church girl, Park Iseul."

Iseul's eyebrows dipped, portraying her irritation. "I said, give it back."

Jungkook was tempted to say, 'why don't you come and get it?' But, he decided against it as he remembered to not overdo it.

"Alright, alright." He slid the walkman back to her, which she hurriedly stuffed in her bag along with her sketchbook. However, Jungkook was not done with irking her yet. "Seriously, though? Ed Sheeran out of all the good-looking musicians out there?"

"What do you mean?" Iseul's usually soft voice dropped an octave lower.

Jungkook smirked.

"You know what I mean." He clicked his tongue, putting forth an uncaring attitude. "His music is probably as bad as his face looks."

He looked at Iseul, feeling the anger radiate from her. He had clearly pissed her off, her face showed it all too well.

However, he hadn't expected her to snap.

"Perhaps, if you learnt to look at people for their hearts and talent instead of their faces and bodies, you'd find a better purpose in your life other than screwing around and failing your subjects."

Jungkook slowly released the breath he had been holding, drilling his death stare into Iseul's eyes that had for the first time in the two weeks he had known her, shown anger.

Nevertheless, it was her words that affected him in a way he couldn't explain.

It was like the glass illusions he had built surrounding himself had been hit with a blow, shattered to pieces---so did the person he had imagined himself to be.

It affected him more than it should have, invoking a sense of blinding fury within him that he did not know who to direct it st; at Iseul or at himself.

It was like the mirage he had summoned had vanished, replaced by the harsh reality that he just was not ready to accept.

Is that all people think I am? A fuckboy who has nothing better to do than screw with every girl he comes across? That I only judge people based on their looks? That I'm nothing if not for my looks?

Iseul's eyes softened from their sharp glare as she realised the weight of her words.

"I... I'm sor---"

Jungkook's chair let out an obnoxious screech as he stood up, cutting Iseul off.

His lips twitched in rage as he glared daggers at her, each one of them tearing her apart in the form of her guilt.

"Yes, I am a fuckboy." Jungkook announced, his voice dropping low like a sinking ship. "But, I'm not just a fuckboy."

This time, it was Iseul who was left behind to gape at Jungkook's form that only walked farther and farther away.

She had hurt him.

I hurt him.

And that made her hate herself more than she already did.

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Intense chapter huh?

Why did Jungkook get so mad? Why did Iseul get so mad?

Will they resolve this issue, or are their grades for the project going to drown?

Keep reading to find out!

See ya soon,
Saph!