13

After that night, things have been awkward between you and Jungkook. You two have talked but haven't really bickered or played around like you usually do. And when you're both in the same room, the air feels heavy as the tension is so strong it could choke you.

It's been two days since the incident. You would think that not talking to him would help with your feelings. Lessen them. Make them go away a bit. But all it did was make them stronger, making you yearn for him more.

You kept these feelings to yourself, not telling anyone, not even Amani. Oh god, especially not Amani. She would not let you live this down. You're not even letting yourself live this down. How could you suddenly be so attracted to Jungkook?

But was it really so sudden? Was there always something you liked about being enemies with Jungkook? And seeing a possibility of you two being something more than that, made you fall?

The thought of Jungkook seeing you at your worst and still choosing to stay by your side, love you, find you attractive. That's what's been clouding your mind lately. The endless possibilities of what this could play out to be.

"Hey. Buttface. What are you zoning out about?" Amani's voice brought you back to reality and snapped you out of your thoughts. You two were sitting in the cafeteria during lunch, no Jungkook to be seen.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." You lied.

"You're always so tired! We should go somewhere tonight!"

"Really? After I just said I was tired. Your first thought was to go somewhere?" You looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Wellll.. you don't have a choice. There's a party that literally everyone is going to—"

"Woah woah woah," You interrupt her and hold up your finger to object. "Stop right there. When did we start going to parties? Literally never. So I do have a choice. And my choice is no!"

"And that's exactly why you don't have a choice. It's literally going to be hosted by Taehyung. Like come on, Y/n! I've had a crush on him since like.. the beginning of the school year!" She throws up her arms in disagreement.

"Okay. Notice how YOU have a crush on him. Not me!!"

"Okay but we're literally attached at the hip. If one of us go then we both go!" She argues.

"Literally no. I don't care." You roll your eyes as you take an aggressive bite out of your apple.

"I won't argue. We're going and that's it! Be ready by 8 pm!" And with that, Amani gets up and leaves as the bell rings to go to your next class.

You roll your eyes in defeat.

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It was now 7:30 pm and you were currently standing in front of your closet with your hands on your hips while your room was looking like it was just raided by the fbi.

Finding a good outfit for a party has got to be one of the most difficult decisions a teenage girl has to make. I mean you're 17 and you don't even own a dress that doesn't scream "church girl".

You don't even know why you actually agreed to going. Well technically you didn't agree to go. You're being forced... forced by your bestfriend.

To be fair she has been there for you a lot recently, so the least you can do for her is going through hell and back so she can probably "bump" into her crush.

You don't even know what to wear or what kind of party it is. To be fair it is a high school party. It shouldn't be too formal but also not too cozy.

You let out a groan of annoyance as you scavenge through the same clothes you've looked at 100 times by now. You walk away from your closet and flop onto your bed in defeat, covering your hands with your face.

You try thinking if you have any other clothes you don't have laying in your closet. You quickly remove your hands from your face as you remember your donation box of clothes you had in the garage. You had went through a mid life crisis a few months ago and wanted to get rid of every clothing you hadn't wore in that past week.

You quickly run out your room and head downstairs to the garage. Your hand grasps the doorknob, twisting it and pulling the door open. You enter the garage and head towards your donation box. You started rummaging through all the clothes you had.

Your hands fell upon a black piece of clothing. It was an off the shoulder long sleeve that you had thought was too "revealing" for you. You hold it up and a smile forms onto your lips.

"Okay a little risky but it should work." You muttered to yourself before heading back up to your room with your prized possession shirt.

Once you arrive in your room, you quickly look for a pair of black baggy jeans to wear with it. You change into your outfit and stare at yourself in your mirror.

The black top hugs your waist perfectly and it enhances your curves, the blouse stopping mid waist and having some of your skin showing. The pants adding more to your shape and your low-top converse pulling everything together. You smiled, satisfied with your outfit.

You head over to your desk in your room and finish getting ready. Getting up here and there to get stuff.

As you're up and about you hear a light knock at your door.

"Come in!" You shout out.

You fully expected Amani to walk into your room but instead you saw Jungkook. Your heart felt like it jumped out to your mouth. Hearing it beat rapidly and sound like a hammer hitting cloth. The tension almost choking you as it was so sudden.

He was wearing a white T-shirt that seemed to be loose fitting around the neck, exposing his collarbone. Wearing his small silver hoop earrings. He wore baggy blue denim jeans with a pair of canvas shoes. You can smell his cologne radiating off of him.

You both just stared at each other for a good five seconds, admiring one another's presence and what you both presented.

"You're going to the party, i'm guessing?" He breaks the silence, making eye contact.

"Yeah. Amani is making me go."

"Oh well. I was just going to tell you that I was leaving there right now." He explains and scratches the back of his neck.

God it feels so awkward. It's killing you.

"Jungkook why do things feel so awkward between us?" You blurt out. Letting your emotions control you.

"What?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Why is there this strong tension between us and why do we feel so awkward when we're in the same room?" Your facial expression softening with your words. It's so quiet and you feel like he can hear your heart beating.

"Whatever you did the other night caused this. It's just you making things awkward." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"What? I'm not making things awkward, you are." You feel offended by his comment and furrow your eyebrows.

"Y/n. You almost kissed me and I had to snap you out of it. Don't blame this on me, I saved both of us from making a big mistake."

You felt like he just tore your heart out and stomped on it. A big mistake? Is that how he would view it? These past days you were starting to regret not taking action in that moment. To hear him say he felt the opposite struck something in you.

"You didn't save anyone. I wasn't going to kiss you and I would never want to kiss you. You're not someone I would be interested in." You lie through gritted teeth knowing your mind has been yelling the opposite at you for the past two days.

He runs his hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh, the silver rings on his fingers shining at you. He bites the inside of his cheek as if he was hesitating on what he would say next.

"Glad we're on the same page, Y/n. I'm happy you understand that I could never be with someone as boring and annoying as you." And with that he left, slamming your door shut.

You feel a tear roll down your cheek followed by another. and another. You quickly wipe your cheeks.

You feel a storm of emotions. Mostly anger and sadness but mostly regret. Regretting you ever asked that stupid question. Wishing you would've waited things out. How could he call you annoying and boring? Why did this hurt you so much? You feel so upset and irritated.

And to top this all off, you have to go to that stupid party and see him there as well.

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