Change is possible// Jungkook FF✔️✔️ (rewriting again)

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{COMPLETED}(edited)

JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V

I put my plate in the sink, walking towards my room.

But I was stopped by Mark, "Jungkook, I need to speak to you."

I turned around, seeing him standing there, wanting to talk to me about something.

Y/N already went upstairs, packing her bags for the trip home.

I exhaled the air, smelling the leftovers of the eggs. I nodded, letting him talk to me about whatever he wanted.

"What you told me last night doesn't add up. Who threw that knife," He sat down beside me on the table.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm still trying to figuring it out." He nods, understanding what I told him.

"I have wanted to ask you something about Y/N," He said as I looked over at him, confused.

"About what," I asked as he looked away from my glance.

"The stuff that has been happening around school. I have noticed she hasn't been acting herself," He said as my eyes find the floor.

"Lucas, Felix, and Taeyong have been trying to get closer to her that's what I have realized."

He sighs in frustration, not liking the fact that they are back again. "This is going to be hell again," He says as I nodded, agreeing with me.

A few minutes later, we sat there talking about how each other has been even though we disliked each other.

There were a million reasons why we hated each other but I couldn't bring myself to talk bad about him. He was my brother after all.

I stood, ready to go upstairs since it was getting late.

Mark stops me, saying. "Before we leave to go home, you need to say sorry to Y/N for last night."

I nodded, understanding what he said to me.
I knew I had to apologize to her but I felt awkward about it.

"I know I will in a little bit," I spoke, walking upstairs leaving him alone going to my room.

I shut my door to my room, lying down on the bed. I exhaled, breathing in the smell in my bedroom which was my cologne.

I thought to myself about what I was going to say to Y/N. I had to act natural saying sorry to her or she wouldn't believe me. I couldn't have a plan doing so. It would just feel awkward saying it.

I looked up at the ceiling, seeing the engraved of the paint. I sighed frustrated. I had no clue what to do.

I was just thinking of everything bad that could happen during our conversation.

I stood up, hearing a knock on the door. I was hoping and not hoping it Y/N. I walked over to the door, opening it.

I saw the person that knocked on the door.

I knew I was screwed. I had to calm as possible.

Y/N's P.O.V

I paced myself around my room, worried about what happened last night.

How I couldn't help Jungkook? How I could have just tried harder to help?

I rubbed my hands together, sweaty.

I had to talk to him about the situation even if I didn't want to.

My mind thought of the worse scenarios that could happen.

But my feet brought me all the way to his door, ready to knock on the door.

I sighed. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was too embarrassed about it.

I almost walked away but there was a maid coming my way so I immediately knocked on the door in embarrassment.

A few seconds later, he opened the door, rubbing his head, saying. "What is it?"

I cleared my throat, nervously. "I need to talk to you about something," I said as I brought myself to speak up.

He looks in his room for a moment and then back to me, nodding. He opened the door all the way for me, saying. "Come in."

I slowly walked into his room while he already made his way to his couch he had in room. I stood awkwardly in the doorway with the door shut.

The air was tense. I couldn't bring myself to speak. I shouldn't have even thought about coming here.

He probably doesn't care if I said sorry or not.

I was about to leave but he stops me with his serious voice, "I'm sorry about last night."

I quickly turned around, seeing him looking down.

It looked like he did care about it.

I walked over the couch, sitting down on it.
"You don't have to be. I should have done something that would have helped you."

He shook his head, not liking what I told him.
He looked at me, seriously. "No, you should have ran away from me. I could have killed you if I wanted to."

"But I knew you wouldn't have."

He looks for my eyes, seeing if I was saying was true. "You shouldn't trust me that easily, Y/N."

I looked down at the ground, awkwardly. I shook my head, "You shouldn't let me trust you."

He continues to look at me, seeing if there were any cracks in my code. He then grabbed my face, "You need to go. You need to finish packing."

I sighed. I hadn't even started that yet.

I nodded, getting up and getting out of his grip. "Yeah, I do."

I walked to the door about to leave but he stopped me once again.

"Don't forget to say bye to me before you leave for tomorrow," He says as he looked over at me, smiling.

I smiled as well, "I won't."

And with that, I left getting ready to pack my things. I walked into my room, shutting my door. I sighed, rubbing my head.

I couldn't believe that I actually talked to him about last night.

I was so nervous about it. I thought I wouldn't even speak to him at all.

I got out my luggage out of the closet that was located in my room. I unzipped it, getting ready to go home.

I couldn't even think as to why I wanted to go home.

But I packed my stuff up, worried as to why I got the death wish from that girl.

My mind blocked me from remembering the call.

I exhaled as I put my clothes in my luggage.

But my mind went back to what Jungkook said today, "You shouldn't trust me that easily, Y/N."

I stood there lost in thought. I have already trusted him without knowing it even if I didn't want to.

I tried to forget about what we both went through but I just couldn't bring myself to.

But I knew, shaking my head, that I already trusted him with my heart.

And I couldn't let that trust go even if I wanted it too.