Two Can Play That Game - Jungkook Fan Fiction: Chapter 7

My mother and I bickered back and forth for what felt like hours, placing Jungkook in an uncomfortable position. I eventually realized that arguing was not going to resolve anything, so I simply apologized, hiding my sarcasm.

My mother only sighed as she turned to Jungkook.

"I apologize for putting you through so much trouble," she began. "You should be on your way now. I'm sure your parents are worrying about you right now."

"Okay, Ajumma. Let me drive you home first," he insisted.

"No, thank you," she declined. "I'm going to speak with the science teacher. He's a chaperone for the dance, right?"

Jungkook nodded, shifting uncomfortably from side to side.

"Could you take Y/N home, though?" she asked nonchalantly.

I scoffed at the question, certain of Jungkook's unspoken answer. I shifted my gaze to him, who seemed equally as appalled at the question as I. The faint grin disappeared on my face as a huge one appeared on his.

What is he up to? I thought nervously.

"Of course. Bye, Mrs. Yoon!" he said cheerfully as my oblivious mother gave a slight smile and turned around, heading back to the main entrance of the venue.

"Eomma, wait! How do you know he's not a kidnapper? Maybe he's even a serial killer!" I yelled, sprinting after her.

She was in earshot, but chose to ignore me as she pushed through the doors and disappeared into the vast crowd. It would be of no use to try to search for her, let alone coax her out of there. I cringed imagining the series of harsh philippics directed at me about to be spoken as soon as the two adults crossed paths. I turned back to where an overly pleased Jungkook was smiling proudly. I let out a long, sarcastic sigh.

I turned to the opposite direction, the way to my house. The night air was particularly chilly, and I wrapped my arms across my body for warmth.

Why did I wear a sleeveless dress? I pondered.

I could hear Jungkook's footsteps increasing in volume as he was approaching me.

"Y/N, hold on! I'll drive you!" he called.

"No, thanks. I don't need a playboy to do anything for me," I sardonically replied, still not turning around.

I reached a crosswalk at a neighborhood street, not pausing to look left and right in fear of this nuisance catching up to me. I took quick strides, staring only up ahead at the sidewalk. I heard a long honk just as I turned my head to the left and saw two taunting headlights staring back at me. I wanted to scream, but I could not. I wanted to run, but I could not. My feet were firmly glued to the ground. All I could do was just stare at the blinding lights. By the time I was able to pick up my right foot and put it forward, the car was only yards away from me. A tear slowly trickled down from my left eye as I realized what was to inevitably become of me. I did not even want to close my eyes, scared that I might never open them again. In an instant, I could see only darkness. A loud screech echoed through the air just as I looked up.

"Jung- Jungkook?" I asked, tremendously shaken.

His arms were tightly wrapped around me, and my face nuzzled snugly in his toned chest. He did not say anything and gently caressed my hair, trying to calm me down. My overwhelming emotions finally caught up to me as I sobbed uncontrollably. My eyes were like a rushing waterfall. I suddenly felt warm tears fall on my shoulders and realized that he was crying as well. I shifted my position slightly so that I could see past Jungkook. The front of the car was settled mere inches away from him. I took his hands away from my head and led him to the back to the sidewalk in the direction from which we came. I sat him down on a nearby bench before resting beside him, letting out a relieved sigh. I was so immersed in shock and disbelief that until now, I did not even notice the car driving away from the scene. I turned to look at Jungkook, who was already staring intently at me. I looked down, blushing, but he did not break his gaze. I let out a small yelp when he swiftly pulled me into a firm hug.

"Don't do that ever again," he repeatedly muttered into my hair.

I covered up my burning cheeks with my hands as he released me.

"Aigo, are you blushing?" he chuckled, somewhat lightening the mood.

I did not reply and instead, turned away from him in embarrassment. I attempted to stand up and walk back towards the parking lot of the building only to find that my legs had been rendered useless after the incident. Jungkook's comments may have temporarily distracted me from my mental shock, but my physical state was unaffected. He caught me by the waist as I clumsily fell forward. My face was only a hardly foot above the hard cement. My eyes widened as I felt myself being unexpectedly tossed upwards.

"Yah!" I shrieked.

I looked over at Jungkook as he hoisted me into his strong hold. He held me securely while I was lying in his outstretched arms, causing me to roll over toward him so that my face was buried in his upper left arm. I could feel his muscles protruding out of his white, short-sleeved shirt. He noticed my body stiffen at his actions and smirked.

"Y- You can put me down now," I shakily grumbled, my voice being partially muffled by his bicep.

He laughed at your awkward situation.

"I'm not going to let you fall and break your nose. Your mother would kill me," he replied, grinning widely.

In this position, he carried me all the way to his car and laid me down in the back seat. The both of us kept silent for the whole ride home. He came in the back seat to help me up but found me sleeping soundly like a peaceful angel. He smiled while staring at my motionless face. He dug through my purse, still swung over my shoulder, to find the key to the house. The smile from his face was instantly replaced with a scowl, and he was overcome with raging emotions when he pulled out a certain small strip of paper from one of the side compartments of my bag.