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Late Night Encounters Pt. 2 | jjk

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Here's part 2! I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave feedback <33

Warnings: (Nothing serious for now....)

Tell me if there are any errors! I hurried and skimmed through this!

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It’s the afternoon and you’ve successfully made it through the school day. With you being tired, it went faster than you anticipated and it wasn’t too bad…

… except that you never got your beats back from Jungkook. It was just a repeat of this morning and you had to suffer and watch him use them in 5th period, chemistry.

he’s so annoying

Besides all that, you were more than prepared for later today. This wasn’t your first rodeo. This is your third year and you are more than familiar, but as time passes the stakes get higher and higher.

Your life could completely change in a matter of hours. If you were to get recruited on a team, depending on what and where, if you accepted their offer you would end up finishing college early and possibly move out of the state.

And that means you'll be leaving everything behind.

It’s all you could think about walking from school and you didn’t want to drown in your thoughts anymore because you needed rest, so you wouldn’t overthink.

A nap wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You found yourself melting into your soft comforter, staring at the pretty colorful lights on the wall. It was war hanging up those lights, but it was worth it. The gentle glow reminded you of the warmth and comfort you felt back at home in your old room.

Embracing the cozy atmosphere, you shift around to get comfortable. You dim the lights with your remote, preparing for some slumber until a specific thought pops up in your head.

Who you were bringing with you as your date….

It just hit you that your words slipped out and you told Jungkook that you had a date to bring, but in reality, you didn’t… you were going to invite Yoongi or Taehyung, as friends.”

And now you’re in a pickle.

But showing up alone wouldn’t be too bad, except for the fact that Jungkook would know that you lied.

If you were to bring one of them, is he gonna pay you any attention?

No, because he’ll be too invested in his date to even give a fuck about yours. As long as he sees you with someone and that’s all that matters.

It shouldn’t be any more than that.

Suddenly, your phone comes to life once and the notification sends waves of vibrations through the sheets making it impossible to ignore.

You check your phone to see an incoming FaceTime call from Yoongi—your beloved bestie.

You answer. “Hey, Yoongi.”

Putting your face in the camera, you reveal your messy hair that’s covering your pillow. Yoongi gets a closer look at you and asks, “Were you asleep?”

“No,” you huff, releasing a yawn. “I tried to, but I just thought about how I fucked up today.”

He lifts his brow, curiously. “What happened?”

some bullshit

“Well… I um-” your eyes look up to the ceiling, soaking up a moment of silence and Yoongi stares at you expectedly, waiting for a response.

He slightly raises his voice. “Hello? Are you fucking stuck or something? Tell me what’s going on.”

Who is he talking to? lol

“No, I am not stuck,” you said firmly. “I accidentally made a mistake and told Jungkook that I had a date for my sporting event…”

“Some bullshit… like I assumed.” He sighs as you bite your tongue, speechless. “And why would you say that?”

“Because…” you start, “it was this thing… and he assumed I didn’t have a date, so I lied to not look pathetic.”

You saying that only makes you look more pathetic.

“Let me get this straight,” Yoongi pauses to give you a look. The “you dumb bitch look”. “You told Jungkook… someone you hate… that you had a date just because he assumed that you didn’t? And you want to prove him wrong?”

That sounds about right…

“Yeah?” You utter with shame, teeth sinking into your lip. “Yeah, I did...” Yoongi opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “When you think about it… it’s not that bad because you’re coming with me.” you thoughtfully suggest, hoping he would accept the invitation. “And that way I won’t look stupid!”

“Can’t,” he spit carelessly, expression dulling. “You know I’m at work, Y/N. And why would I even do this favor for you? You ignored my texts and calls the entire day.”

True that. True that.

You added, “And Taehyung as well. Don’t forget that you guys fucking ditched me this morning and still didn’t tell me where you went, so that was well deserved.”

You didn’t hesitate to mention him and Taehyung's suspicious behavior, yet he still doesn’t say anything about it.

“I understand…” Yoongi reasons with you, secretly rolling his eyes. “And I apologize.” His tone sounded forced like his apology.

You shake your head. “I have a request that's better than an apology.” Exchanging looks with Yoongi, a small grin appears on your lips. “How about you come with me this evening and then I’ll grant you my forgiveness?”

Yoongi blinks unimpressed with your words and it makes you beg. “Please Yoongi…” you pout a little. “Besides the shit with Jungkook, I was going to ask you regardless. I do want you by my side for support.”

And when you put it like that, he has no choice but to give in. After all, you are his best friend.

His face softens. “Alright, fine I’ll go. I’ll just tell my boss that it’s a family emergency. Just tell me all the details.”

You explain everything to Yoongi…

“Formal wear… got it,” he notes with a nod. “But what are you going to wear?”

“I honestly don’t know… which is why I’m going to have you go get me something quick and pretty. I’ll text you my size in everything,” you say with confidence, putting your trust in him. “You know what to wear in these situations… me? Not so much.”

Are you sure you wanted to leave your outfit in his hands? Yoongi's hands?

His face lights up when a mischievous glint dances in his brown eyes, “Alright,” he agrees, having something up his sleeve. “I’ll be there by 6:30.”

“Okay and once again thank you, Yoongs.” You show him appreciation with a grateful smile. “ I’ll see you later!”

You both say bye before hanging up.

Seconds later, you throw your head into the fluffy pillow. What else is there to do? You thought.

Oh, right, that nap.

🏐🥊

You’re woken up from your slumber due to the loud knocks on your door. Once you get up, you walk out of your room with messy hair and blurred vision. When your eyesight clears, you see Yoongi with bags in his hands.

“Yoongi...?” you mumble, processing being disturbed from your sleep.

It took a few rubs against the eyes until you noticed him all suited up. Your mind was blown and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You were too busy admiring your best friend's jaw-dropping appearance, you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

“Yoongi you…” you stutter, “Yoongi you look smoking hot.” Your compliment made him twirl in slow motion.

“I know.” he looks around, arrogantly smiling his ass off. You playfully roll your eyes, letting him have his moment.

“Wait, how did you even get in here?” You ask, confused.

“Oh uh,” he points towards the hall, giving you a certain look. “Your roommate let me in because you weren’t answering the phone and I almost got caught.”

oh… her

“And she actually seems nice,” he says, slightly surprised. “She’s like the total opposite of what you say about her.”

“That's because she doesn't like me and I don't care. I don't like the bitch either.” Your harsh words made Yoongi’s mouth snap shut, and he regretted what he just shared.

What did he expect? He knew that you didn’t like her and that you weren’t afraid to express it.

“Anyways!” you dismiss the idea of her with a smile. “What did you get me, friend?”

After that does he want to show you what he purchased? Is it possible for you’ll hate him as much as your roommate?

When you walk towards Yoongi, you try to take a peek inside the red bags and he immediately pulls the bags away from you. “Don’t look in the bag just go change,” He demands, slowly handing you the bags. You nod your head, awkwardly listening to his instructions.

Rushing to the bathroom, you make sure to grab everything from your room on the way there and Yoongi flops on the couch, making himself comfortable while he waits for you patiently.

When you get in the bathroom your mind sets on those bags. With that being said, you ram through the bags like a kid on a Christmas morning.

Little did you know that the excitement in your veins would stop…

Yoongi was casually checking the time on his phone when he heard a scream. “YOONGI!” you violently scream, pissed off with what was in your hands.

He freezes, slowly turning his head to the bathroom and the door flies open. You stand there in the doorway empty-handed with a blank expression.

You say out loud, “I’m not wearing that shit. I won’t, I refuse.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head with an idea of how this would go.

🏐🥊

“I hate you,” you sassed through a childish pout.

Yoongi ignored your attitude as he pulled into the parking lot. You were annoyed with him and he was annoyed with your nagging majority of the car ride. He was ready to lose his shit if another peep came from you, but your nagging came from him buying you a dress instead of getting something you wanted.

A short, black, silky, revealing dress…

Getting out of the car, it was easy to notice Yoongi’s irritated expression and if we’re being honest it’s his fault, completely all his fault.

If he would’ve gone with something you wanted, you would’ve never opened your mouth and he wouldn’t have to hear your bullshit.

Why didn't you like dresses?

It’s not so much of you feeling insecure in them. It’s more of you refusing to step out of your comfort zone sticking to the comfort of jeans, sneakers, hoodies, shirts…

The comfort of being covered up, not exposed.

Honestly, the dress Yoongi bought was stunning without a doubt, but the fabric felt foreign against your skin and you weren’t used to your cleavage being exposed or wearing shoes that made you inches taller than you already were.

At least the dress complimented your figure. Thanks to the built-in corset.

You curse under your breath, tugging down the hem of the dress as it rode up your thighs. Yoongi hears the frustration in your voice and he glances over at you.

“You look good, okay?” He tiredly assures you again for the hundredth time.

You might look it, but you sure as hell don’t feel it. It’s funny how a piece of clothing makes you question yourself, your whole appearance.

“How many times do I have to tell you?”

•nobody asked you to tell me.

“I didn’t even say anything this time!” You annoyingly mutter. “You said something first….” Your eyes shift downwards as you carefully watch your step.

He shook his head, keeping his eyes forward. “Because you keep complaining about the dress when you look perfectly fine. I get that it’s not what you wanted, but you need to step out of your comfort zone.”

He does have a point.

You barely get a word out when Yoongi continues, “Y/N you’ve been wearing tried-ass dress suits for the last 2 years. It’s time for a change, an upgrade.”

He side-eyes you, empathizing with his point. “But seriously, I wouldn’t let you walk out of the house looking like a mess. You look good Y/N, so embrace it and stop pouting like a child.”

Your frown turns into a smile, embracing the warmth of Yoongi’s words. Like usual, he’s always right. It’s good to step out of your comfort zone.

“I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” He cracks a smile.

“Stepping out of my comfort zone could help me explore different sides of myself,” you pause, in shock that these words were even coming from you. “And could strengthen my confidence.”

With that being said, Yoongi gives you a nod of approval. “Atta girl.” He pats you gently on the back and you feel a surge of pride.

As you approach the security at the front entrance, they check for indentation successfully and let you in shortly. Yoongi and you entered the venue, arms linked and complimenting each other's outfits. The grand entrance greeted us with sparkling chandeliers and the venue was stunning.

• I swear it gets bigger, better, and prettier over the years

Both of you were blown away by the luxurious theme. It had this fancy vibe, with chandeliers sparkling overhead and the sound of laughter and excitement filling the air. The architecture was so put together, with intricate designs on the walls and shiny marble floors.

Everywhere you looked, people were dressed in their finest attire, exuding an aura of sophistication and glamor. The contagious atmosphere was filled with grace and elegance. It felt good to be able to experience such a breathtaking environment once in a while.

You were feeling nostalgia from the sound of laughter and excitement in the air, mingling with the melodic tunes playing from the live band in the corner.

It wasn’t new, but it was refreshing. It felt refreshing like how it did last year and the year before that...

Our linked arms served as a reminder of the bond we shared, as best friends, ready to immerse ourselves in the event.

You walk through crowds of people with Yoongi by your side, searching for familiar faces. And then, there they were - your team, standing together, chatting and laughing.

“Come on, Yoongs.” You yank his arm, feeling your pace quicken. They noticed you quickly when you called them out, getting their attention. As you rushed forward, you greeted each of them with warm hugs and air kisses.

The girls couldn't help but express their awe at your appearance. They’ve never seen you like this before. All girly looking, with makeup, in a dress and heels.

You surprised them all by donning a beautiful dress that accentuates your natural beauty.

Mindy, your sweet captain air kisses your cheek. "Y/N, you stunning babes!" She shouted, eyes sparkling with admiration. The others nodded in agreement, their smiles widening. “That dress looks beautiful on you.”

Their compliments made your cheeks heat up and you start getting shy. “Thank you,” you reply, hiding your smile bashfully. “I appreciate all the compliments.”

You were too busy basking in the compliments, you realized that your best friend was standing right next to you, quiet as a mouse.

“Oh shit.” You laugh, pulling Yoongi closer. “I nearly forgot to introduce you all. Girls, this is my best friend, Yoongi. Yoongi, these are my teammates.”

“Hi, I’m Mindy. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She offered her hand, welcoming Yoongi with a dazzling smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He smiles, returning the kind gesture.

Everyone else exchanged their friendly greetings individually.

“Where’s coach?” You asked the girls, looking around the venue for her face. “Wasn’t she supposed to be here before us?” Your question came from the scheduling. It said all coaches must be here before everyone.

Mindy responds, “Coach is running late, but I’m not sure why. She will be here before they start the speeches.”

•speeches!?!??

“In the meantime, let’s go sit. I got us a table in our own section.” Mindy signals to follow her and everyone follows suit, including you and Yoongi.

🏐🥊

After everyone sat down, we immediately started chatting about the event and other topics. It was great talking about something other than volleyball for once. Sometime later, Mindy suggested that she should order some drinks for the table.

Everyone agreed and she was about to head to the bar until she insisted you keep her company while she did so. You were a little confused, but you got up anyway and went with her. On the way there, it was quiet…

Real quiet.

Mindy seemed okay, but the silence was uncomfortable for you and it only made you wonder why she asked you to go with her.

You out of all people?

The both of you were walking towards the bar, allowing another moment of silence to pass and you didn’t notice, but Mindy looked at you. “Are you okay?”

You snap out of your thoughts and you look at her. “Yeah, I'm good. I’m just thinking about tonight and the possible outcomes.”

“Spill.” Mindy nudged your arm with hers, encouraging you to share your thoughts. “What’s the current mood?”

“I'm just okay… I guess,” you answer, truthfully with a nod. “If I'm being honest with you Mindy, I won’t be optimistic about this because I’m not expecting anything from it.”

You weren’t trying to sound like a Debbie Downer or dampen the vibe of the event, but it’s the truth. Getting recruited wasn’t your priority right now even though it probably should be.

You go on, “But you already know that I wasn’t hoping to get scouted, so what about you, Mindy? how are we feeling at the moment?"

She turns her attention towards you, hearing the concern in your voice. “Is this your year?” You question her, expecting an immediate yes. However, you got the opposite.

The shift in the air was noticeable after she went silent. She became more serious and her gaze dropped to her feet as you continued to walk. You follow suit, assuming that she doesn’t want to discuss it right now.

You finally made it to the bar and the waiter assisted you with the order of drinks for everyone. Mindy, after picking out drinks, turns to look at you.

“I apologize if you felt that I ignored you,” she softly apologizes, locking eyes with you to show sincerity. “It’s just that I’m all over the place and I don’t know where my head is at.”

“Thats understandable, I get it.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s a lot to think about, especially when it’s your last year here and if you get recruited that means you’ll be leaving…”

“Leaving in the middle of the season,” she said, snatching the words from your mouth. “Yeah, I know. That also means that I won’t be a part of the team and I won’t be captain anymore.” You hear the bummer in her tone as she speaks.

“You know…” Mindy sighs, looking down at her feet. “When I was talking about it with my parents earlier, I was so prepared and confident about getting recruited and leaving if so happens. But now that I’m here, I’m not so sure.”

Even though you didn’t have a strong friendship with the team or Mindy, seeing her like this was out of the ordinary for you. This wasn’t a side of your captain that you were used to.

She wore a smile on her face and there was nothing in the world that could rain on her parade. She always had a positive attitude no matter the circumstances.

You wondered why she was like this now.

Mindy brings her head up to look at you. You expected her Hazel eyes to be glowing like they usually do anytime you see her, but they were dimmed now.

She rests her arms on the counter top. "Volleyball is my life, Y/N. I don’t know what my life would be without it and I don’t want to experience that feeling ever.”

You give her your undivided attention as she proceeds to rant, “And if I don’t get recruited, for the most part, I think I’ll be okay and maybe a little dissapointed. Will I think that my hard work over the years was a waste? Yeah, but I won’t beat myself up about it.”

“And you shouldn’t beat yourself up, Mindy,” you chimed in, in agreement. “You have long years of experience with volleyball for club, high school, and college and you have the skills to back it up.”

The conversation was interrupted by the waiter, who placed a platter full of sparkling colorful drinks in front of the two of you. Her attention was focused on the drinks as she carefully grabbed the platter.

“What I’m saying is that you can do this. You are an outstanding setter and outside hitter, who has the best leadership skills. Who wouldn’t want you on their team?” Your genuine positivity makes her beam, “Plus you’re still young. You have time to make it if tonight doesn’t go as planned. Just because it’s your last year doesn’t mean it’s your last chance.”

She nods in agreement, “You’re right.” The corners of her mouth curl up in a gentle smile, as you make your way towards everyone seated in the section. “I should be thinking more like that.”

It's clear that she values your viewpoint and appreciates your insight.

“But seriously thank you, Y/N. Thank you for having this talk with me.” her smile grows wider. “I needed it.”

“No need to thank me,” you reply warmly. “I’m always here if you need someone to talk to, I’ve always been here.”

“I know… and I regret not talking to you sooner. I didn’t realize how nice you were,” Mindy admits, her voice filled with sincerity.

You look at Mindy, shocked with widening eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that look girl,” she says with a hint of amusement. “You and I both know that you’re reserved and you tend to keep to yourself.”

You didn’t have a strong relationship with the girls. It’s insane because you’ve been on the same team for years.

•guilty as charged.

“Maybe… I am,” you give in with a defeated chuckle. “But I promise you it’s nothing personal. I’m just naturally like that.”

“Good to know. Now I feel that I get you more.” Her words flow with newfound understanding. “Stepping out of that shell and communicating more with the girls would us even stronger as a team.”

Mindy’s works sank as you thought about what she said.

“I’ll work on it-”

“Friends?” She asks you.

It caught you by surprise, but you exchange friendly smiles with her, and with a nod, you responded. “Friends,” you smile, taking a drink off the platter.

Without realizing it, you and Mindy found yourselves standing in front of the girls, drinks in hand. You joined them and without missing a beat, everyone eagerly grabbed a drink and began to enjoy the moment together.

🏐🥊

After enjoying the laughter, the banter, and the moments that were created with everyone, your social battery started to drain and you were in desperate need of alone time.

You were craving it.

It was tough, but you managed to sneak away from the lively crowd. You can’t remember, but Yoongi wandered off somewhere, so you didn’t have a reason to stick around anymore.

Searching for a quiet place, you found a cute and comfortable lounge that wasn’t occupied, so you decided to settle down there to relax a little.

You vibe to the music, scrolling through social media, getting lost in your thoughts. You came across a lot of Instagram posts of people being here this evening.

Shockingly, there were posts from damn near every school except your rival school, Harvard University.

It looks like they haven’t arrived yet.

Harvard University was another school that was populated with nothing, but rich preppy kids who lived off their parent's money. Money was no object to them…

But I guess all the money spent for each semester is worth it, right? It’s a perfect environment, students are provided with the best education, and they’re guaranteed top-notch resources and opportunities. There’s no question that Harvard was a great school… although the people there make it shitty.

If you didn't look, breathe, or smell a certain way you didn’t belong there and your background plays a huge role too. If you weren’t rich, you’re below everyone else and that’s why only particular people were seen there. Popular people, jocks, frats, cheerleaders, football players, and the list goes on.

•shit like that is ridiculous

Thank god you went to a school that accepted everyone for them.

The point is that Harvard has been your rival school for years and just like your school, Harvard University is in the top 5 states for college sports. And just like your school, Harvard had an excellent sports program. And just like your school, everyone who graduated from that school who was on a sports team became a D-1 athlete.

Both school's sports teams were the best at what they did and every team you and Harvard have stumbled upon was crushed.

The only competition you had was each other.

It was like you were neck to neck with them every single time and you hated it just like you hated to admit that all of their sports teams were elite.

That includes volleyball…

They’ve won all games and all tournaments, except last year. You remembered everything like yesterday...

Did people not expect them to try to pay for their win? Over winning it the fair way? The looks on them and their coach’s face said it all. They weren’t used to people who could keep up with their abilities.

Long story short, they cheated.

The coach had connections with the ref and that resulted in him announcing it as a tie, even though it was clear that we won.

It ended up being a tie because they weren’t willing to admit that they were a beatable team.

And the year before that, you weren’t able to compete in the tournament due to the majority of players being seriously injured in the semifinals. You had no choice but to forfeit.

Having to sit out your first year was such a bummer.

All you had to do was beat Harvard and become the state champions, but instead, you had to witness Harvard hold up the trophy.

The trophy had State Champions engraved on it.

It sucked watching them hold up that trophy. You hated how much you missed out on an opportunity to be crowned the state champions, but it’s fine.

This year you’re coming back even stronger. And this year when the tournament comes around, your team will take what’s rightfully theirs.

That trophy.

You are still seated, relaxing on the sofa until you feel a strange sensation creep up your spine. It was like someone’s presence was looming over you.

With a hint of unease, you take a brief second to look up and when you do you instantly regret it. Your heart skips a beat as your whole body flinches, nearly dropping your phone.

There he was, Jeon Jungkook who was standing in front of you only a foot away just casually staring, hard.

“It’s you…” you sigh while eyeing him down with disgust.

Jungkook stood in front of you with his outfit that commanded attention. He was dressed in a black sleek and stylish suit with white stripes that were tailored to perfection. Your eyes wander over all the intricate details and the fine craftsmanship of the suit.

It was a designer suit for sure, which makes you wonder how a regular college student could afford a luxury piece like that.

You were familiar with the brand and they’re extremely expensive. A suit like that cost's money… too much money.

Looks like he outdone himself and went all out for this evening. Let’s hope his date does the same.

“… the most annoying human on the planet,” you finish, crossing your legs. “Why are you in my face?”

“Don’t be like that, beasty.” Hearing that stupid nickname gave you the icks. “Don’t pretend that I’m not your favorite.”

•lord, throw the whole boy away!

“You aren’t.”

After relentlessly bursting his bubble, you quickly glance at his biceps that were effortlessly bulging through his suit. It looked like his gains were ready to rip through the expensive material.

You ask, “What do you want?”

“I saw that you were having fun by yourself.” he points out, resting against the wall, drink in hand. “and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to talk to you.”

“For what exactly?” You proceed to question him.

“Well, you do look lonely…” he comments, looking you up and down. “And I don’t see your date accompanying you,” he adds on, staring into your soul as he sips his drink.

•this boy is throwing hella shade

Hella shade.

Having nothing to say, you remain silent and you let him continue. “So, tell me…” He leans off the wall. “Did you have a date or did you lie to save yourself from embarrassment?”

“For your information, i have a date Jungkook.” You scan the room, attempting to find Yoongi, but he’s out of range, and that makes you nervous.

“Where is he then?” Jungkook follows your eyes, looking behind his shoulder.

“Somewhere,” you claim while nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. “He’s around here somewhere.”

“Really?” Jungkook eyebrows shoot up in surprise when you nod your head in response. “Then how about I meet the lucky guy?” He indicates, smirk tugging at his lips.

•….

•say that again for me?

Suddenly, your throat tightens as if you were choking on your own words.

This was a glass-shattering moment for you…

“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat. “You can meet him if you really want to.”

“I really do.” Jungkook chuckles, poking his cheek with his tongue. “You come with a lot of luggage and I’m just curious to see who's carrying.”

•where’s Yoongi when I fucking need him?!?

You fix your posture, before looking Jungkook in the eye. “I told you that he’s somewhere around here. No clue where though…”

No matter how truthful your answer was, Jungkook wasn’t taking it. “Let's find him, then. Come on I’ll help you,” he insists, offering his arm with a smirk.

You coldly glare between his eyes and arm, letting your expressions do the talking for you. Without another word, you stood up striding past Jungkook leaving him standing like an idiot.

Walking through active huddles of people, you still couldn’t find any signs of Yoongi. Now you’re feeling shit tons of regret, knowing that Jungkook wasn’t going to let this go.

Your mind was so set on finding Yoongi and you didn’t realize that Jungkook was following your footsteps, not letting you out of his sight.

That was up until annoying jungkook grabbed your wrist and his grip prevented you from walking.

When you turn around, he sighs and gives you a look. “Just give it up. I know you’re lying and I get it.” You part your lips to speak, but he keeps going. “I know it’s a struggle finding someone who wants to deal with your ways.” He pulls you closer in mid-setence, “And you lied to me because you were ashamed.”

•lol. He did not just- okay.

“Says that one who can’t keep a stable relationship, even if their life depended on it,” You retorted with sarcasm, snatching your wrist away from Jungkook. “You should be ashamed of that.”

Your words hit a nerve in Jungkook when his jaw clenches before speaking, “And when’s the last time you were even in a relationship?” He retorts back, matching your low blow.

“I can admit that it’s been a while, but I know poor Alex suffered dealing with you. Who wouldn’t?”

The rumors that were going around about their breakup were messy. It got messier when people couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire, putting words in their mouths, switching up the story, or putting the blame on one person.

People twisting the truth and spreading shit tons of gossip, you didn’t know what to believe.

“You have no business speaking on shit you don’t know about, so don’t speak about my relationship.”

“My relationship doesn't have shit to do with you, yet you brought it up!!” You yelled.

Shots were fired back and forth and the bickering continued between the both of you, ignoring the fact that you were standing in the middle of the floor, surrounded by crowds of people.

You became overwhelmed with the screaming contest between you and Jungkook and your forced confession drowned out the noise of the argument.

“I lied.” You loudly confess, the weight of your words hung in thin air. Silence wasted no time catching up with the both of you and all you hear is the faint melody of the music in the background.

“I came with my best friend and he was my date,” you admit with air quotes. “And now I can’t find him, but I only lied because it seems like you're always trying to one-up me and I’m so fucking sick of it.”

In that moment, you gave Jungkook a deadpan and he returned a mischievous smirk.

A mischievous smirk slowly spread across Jungkook's face, as if he had anticipated your confession all along.

He did.

Now that the weight wasn’t restraining you, it’s time for the real question. The important one.

Your expression hardened and you sneered, “All this mess about me, what about you? Where's your date?” You take a step closer, revealing how serious you are.

Jungkook reaches into his pocket, without breaking the intense eye contact. “She’s running a little late. I’m going to text her to check her status,” he says briefly, revealing his phone.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, surprised by what he was reading. “Looks like we spoke her up.” Jungkook glances at you flashing you with a sly grin. “She just texted and told me that she’s here.”

Jungkook, without another peep, walks towards the entrance. You don’t give him the chance you leave looking puzzled, so curiosity takes over you and you follow him through crowds of people.

He stops walking and you stop beside him, ready to uncover the mystery. Who is this girl?

You look over at Jungkook who was trying to adjust his tie to perfection.

•so extra for what?

The door swings open, revealing a flood of blinding sunlight that makes a path like a red carpet. You watched as a group of girls entered the venue all dressed up with their heels. Their faces looked a bit familiar as they got closer, then there was this one individual that stood out, strutting in the room sprinkling her confidence everywhere.

Gaia Watson.

The captain of Harvard University’s volleyball team and she also happens to be another enemy of yours.

And just when you thought things couldn’t get any work, Jungkook calls her over. Hearing her name made your face contort with a mix of anger and displeasure.

•is it possible that she’s- no it’s not..

You were trying your best to conceal your emotions, but your body language betrays your frustration.

“Wait… is Gaia your date, Jungkook?” You ask hoping it isn't true and if it was… chaos might just happen.

“Yes, she is.” He turns to look at you with a questionable look. “Is that a problem?”

•yeah.

“Why the fuck would I have a problem? That doesn’t have anything to do with me,” you shut down his question, crossing your arms, and bringing your attention back to Gaia. “I was just wondering…” you mumble to yourself.

Your blood started to boil as she approached you and Jungkook.

•!!!!!!!!

Surprise, surprise!

To be continued...

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cherrygukkie · 4 months

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Late Night Encounters Masterlist | jjk

➪ PARING : underground boxer!jk x volleyballplayer!reader

➪ GENRE : Ewb, enemies to lovers, college au, a bit of fluff, smut, angst, kinda a slow burn

➪ SUMMARY : A student-athlete like you, who flies under the radar, never expected to become enemies with someone like Jeon Jungkook, an annoying talkative senior who goes out of his way to make your life a living hell. But what happens when your rivalry takes some twists and turns, and your hate turns into something else? Will getting too close to Jungkook reveal a side of him that you’ve never seen before?

➪ CURRENT STATUS : ongoing

➪ WARNINGS : Minors DNI, explicit language, sexual content, arguing, protected sex (eventual smut, smoking, mentions of alcohol, jk calls Oc Beasty (sorry for cringe), jealousy, switch!jk & switch!reader, Oc is bitchy, but jk likes it lol, (more things will be added later.)

➪ RATINGS: 18+

Pt. 1 - The Beginning.

Pt. 2 - Surprise, surprise

Pt. 3 - Jealousy

Here are some of Oc and Jungkook's aesthetics.

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cherrygukkie · 6 months

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Late Night Encounters Masterlist | jjk

➪ PARING : underground boxer!jk x volleyballplayer!reader

➪ GENRE : Ewb, enemies to lovers, college au, a bit of fluff, smut, angst, kinda a slow burn

➪ CURRENT STATUS : ongoing

➪ RATINGS: 18+

Pt. 1 - The Beginning.

Pt. 2 - Surprise, surprise

Pt. 3 - Jealousy

Here are some of Oc and Jungkook's aesthetics.

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cherrygukkie · 7 months

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Just One Night Pt. 2 | jjk