Two Can Play That Game - Jungkook Fan Fiction: Chapter 8

Darkness was cast upon Jungkook's gaze as he looked at the minuscule laminated piece of paper crumpling in his grip that had the power to leave him so weak and depressed. Three vivid photographs were stacked in chronological order from top to bottom. The string of pictures had been taken in a photo booth. Each one brought a new advance of pain to his heart. The first picture showed me and Taehyung smiling broadly with his left arm casually slung over my shoulder. In the second, I was giggling hysterically while he did a funny yet cute pose with his hands cupped around his chin. The last one was the picture that finally made him slump down onto his knees atop the cold driveway. Taehyung was kissing my cheek while I was fiercely blushing.

Kim Taehyung . . . he thought, a sad smirk forming on his lips, Y/N is not and will never be yours.

He placed the picture back where he had found it and discovered the key in the same pocket of my purse. He unlocked and opened the front door and then went back to carry my sleeping body just as he had done earlier that night. I stirred slightly from the sudden change but went back to my serene state moments later.

"Aigo, Y/N, you sure know how to worry me," Jungkook muttered, pulling me closer to him.

He walked over to the long, grey couch in the center of the living room and placed me down gently on it as if I was as fragile as china. He went back to the door to lock it and placed the key back in my bag.

"Jungkook-ah . . ." I mumbled, my eyes hardly open.

"Yes?" he asked with a sweet smile on his face as he kneeled beside me.

He flinched as I suddenly grabbed his shoulders with my two hands and shot open my eyes.

"Are you crazy? Why would you do such a stupid thing like that? What if you had gotten hit? Do you . . . Do you even know how I would feel?" I yelled, letting my tears fall once more.

He did not reply to any of my questions and instead, hugged me while burying his forehead into my shoulder.

"Do you know how I would feel if you had gotten hit while I just watched it happen before my eyes? Don't . . . Don't do something stupid like that ever again," he choked, clearly on the verge of breaking down.

Both of our heads shot up, making us wince as they bumped into each other, as the rattle of the door being unlocked interrupted the solemn mood. We watched as Taehyung came sauntering into the house.

"Y/N, what happened back there at the da-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw my lachrymose, swollen eyes. "Jungkook, tell me! What did you do to her?"

"Hyung . . ." Jungkook started.

Taehyung barged over to where his dongsaeng was leaning on the couch and pulled him up by the collar roughly.

"Tell me why she is crying!" he harshly demanded.

"Taehyung-ah, calm down, jebal. Geokjeonghaji ma," I politely interjected, gently tugging on the sleeve of his arm that was not occupied with strangling the poor boy.

He reluctantly broke his grip and slouched onto the sofa perpendicular to the one I was resting on.

"Then let me hear it. Let me hear what happened," he said, arms folded angrily.

Jungkook glanced at me before turning back to his furious hyung.

"Y/N was crossing the street and didn't see a car that was coming straight at her. I happened to be there, too, and shielded her. Luckily, the car stopped before it hit us," he explained.

You just "happened to be there", huh? I scoffed in my mind.

Taehyung looked like he believed not a word of what he was hearing. He looked at me for approval, and I gave him a slight nod while looking down at my fidgeting hands. I heard him stand up and noticed a shadow coming towards me. I looked up to lock gazes with a speechless, worried Taehyung. He pulled me towards him in a tight embrace and lifted me off of the couch as well as the ground while doing so.

"Y- Yah! I can't breath, TaeTae!" I shrieked, trying to change the grave setting.

He laughed and set me back down before his faced became serious again.

"Yah, Jungkook, who let you in here?" he asked, turning around to face him once again with a cold gaze.

"This girl fell asleep in my car so I carried her in here," he said calmly.

"Why was she in your car?" Taehyung interrogated.

"Aish, what's with all of your questions? Are you the police? Mrs. Yoon just told me to bring her home," he answered, annoyed.

Taehyung looked like he wanted to know much more than what he was told so far but kept his mouth shut for now.

"Why are you here, huh?" Jungkook asked. "This isn't your house."

My body stiffened, and I turned to Taehyung, who was looking down, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He took a moment to recompose himself before directing his glare full of hatred at Jungkook.

"You should go home," he plainly said, pointing to the front door.

"Y/N, are you feeling alright now?" Jungkook asked while bending down to my level, ignoring his hyung's words.

I weakly smiled and nodded, still avoiding eye contact. I reclined myself onto the warm, comforting sofa and closed my eyes, exhausted from my day full of thrills and surprises. I heard the door open and close, signaling the maknae's departure.

"Annyeong, pabo," I heard Taehyung mutter under his breath.

The last thing I felt before finally losing consciousness was two arms wrapping around my abdomen as I was being lifted into the air.