Without You || BTS Jungkook [COMPLETED]

Chapter 36- Nothing Good

"Sorry," I say standing up and getting off of him. He nods standing up too.

"It's alright," he responds. We climb back on to the sandy beach. We get to the picnic blanket and I realise I don't have a towel. Jungkook gets his out but it appears he only brought one.

"Um, Jungkook, I don't have a towel," he looks up. He throws the towel at me and I catch it.
"Don't you need it?' I question. He shakes his head.

"I'll use it once you've finished," he says. He lays face down on the picnic blanket exposing his naked back to the bright sun shine. I'm not going to lie, the way his slightly tanned, muscular body sparkles due to the water glistening on his back is really sexy. I bite my lip on instinct when staring at him.

"Enjoying the view?" He questions turning around to face me. I look at him shocked. How did he know I was staring at him. "I hear the towel stop moving, you must have been distracted." He laughs to himself.

"Shut up," I retort. He pulls my arms to I lay next to him on the blanket.

"You done with the towel?" He asks, our faces no more than an inch apart.

"Uh yeah," he respond putting the towel on his face. Before he can say anything I interrupt. "You're welcome." I smile and start pushing myself up off the ground. Jungkook takes my arm and pulls me on top of his chest.

"You know this is the second you've fallen on my chest in 10 minutes," he smirks.

"It's the second time I've been forcefully moved by someone else onto your chest, in 10 minutes," I correct smiling sarcastically at him. "Now dry yourself, we need to get lunch." He smiles and begin to wipe is shimmering body with the towel. As I throw my hair into a messy bun, Jungkook seamlessly pulls on his shirt and begins looking like a model again.

***

We eat quite quickly and go to the shops. Afterwards we head for a walk on the beach as the air slowly begins to cool.

"So what have you been up to over the last few years?" Jungkook asks me. I shrug.

"I just finished my education and got a job working at a café," I tell him.

"Sounds fun," he laughs.

"Sure it does," I laugh. "No it was nice. I got to work on my people skills and avoided having those dreams."

"You stopped having them?" Jungkook asks. I smile awkwardly and look away.

"Yeah they stopped after I tried to stab Tae," I inform him. "But they came back recently."

"What?" Jungkook says in shock. "That's not good. Why did they come back?" I gulp regretting bringing them up again.

"I think I feel guilty about leaving you," I admit. Jungkook takes my hand.

"Don't," he smiles. "I found YooJin, she looked after me." I feel the guilt setting in even more.

"How did you meet YooJin?" I ask wanting to know what he thinks of her.

"I met her at work," he tells me. "She was sweet and kind from the beginning. She knew when I was upset and was always nice. When I messed up a drink she's say things like you're always so cute especially when you're stupid." I gasp, and pray that he didn't hear me. Why would you like someone that called you stupid? Then again Jungkook was really depressed, any attention was better than none. "One day she told me her feelings and soon there after we moved in together. We got even closer due to that. To be honest I think I love her, or loved her."

"What do you mean?" I question.

"She used to be sweet and caring and compliment me. But recently I feel I can't do anything without her permission," he admits. "I don't know Ai-yeon. YooJin is still caring and everything but I also feel like she'd kill me if she found out I was here." She's a psychopathic control freak.

"That's not good," I tell him. "Isn't it better you're with someone that loves you and let's you have a life?"

"Are you saying she has control over me?" He questions sounding offended. He let go of my hand.

"No that's not what I meant," that's totally what I meant.

"Let's go home," Jungkook says before walking off. I quickly follow. After a few minutes of silence I decide I need to speak.

"Jungkook I'm sorry if offended you," I tell him with a worried tone.

"You don't always have to talk Ai-yeon," he deadpans. I immediately shut up. I don't need to talk huh? I run forwards and block him from getting into the car. "What do you want?" I slam my fist against the door.

"Why're you being like this?" I question sounding slightly annoyed. "I literally haven't done anything but ask a question."

"Shut up Ai-yeon," he says.

"No I'm not going to shut up," I say back. "Just tell me why you're being a dick." He comes forwards and presses his lips into mine.

"You know I still love you right?" He responds. "So when you said to be with someone who loves me I couldn't help but thinking about being with you again."  He leans in again and kisses me lightly before looming into my eyes for reassurance has doing the right thing.

"I'm sorry," I say and step out from underneath him. "But while we still have relationships we shouldn't be doing this." He sighs.

"No you're right, we shouldn't," he admits. "Come on, let's go home." I nod my head and get in the car. He starts the car as I put my seat belt on.

"Let's go," I say pointing forwards. "Can I plug my music in?" He nods as his eyes are on the road. I take my phone out to see it's on 0% power. I hiss at it, like it'll change just cos I do. "Can I plug your music in?" I ask him.

"Unfortunately not," he says. "My phone's out of power." I sigh.

"That makes two of us," I respond. "Well seeing as it's about 4pm, I'll sleep on the way back." I close my eyes and begin to doze off.

I wake up as I feel the car rock from side to side. Upon opening my eyes I notice we're not going anywhere.

"What happened?" I ask my voice slightly hazy.

"The cars bust," Jungkook responds. I walk outside to see him playing with the open front of the car. "It won't be fixed until we get someone to look at it."

"Oh no," I respond seeing if I can see what's happened. "Should we call someone?"

"We can't," Jungkook responds. "Both our phones are out of battery remember?"

"Oh yeah," I say. "What're we meant to do then?"

"I saw a hotel about a minute before we broke down," he decides. "We should sleep there."

"Sleep, in a hotel with you?" I ask. Nothing good cab come from this.