Golden Closet

⌲ summary : it became from “Grab a coffee with me?” to “Why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

⌲ pairing : ex-boyfriend!jungkook x reader

⌲ word count : 6.6k

⌲ genre : super angsty , lil smutty , flashbacks

⌲ warnings : vague smut, teasing

⌲ song :  I highly recommend you to listen to tokyo by our dear leader RM whilst reading this, you might just cry!!!

⌲ a /n : this story is actually based off my recent past relationship :-) I actually pull an all nighter to complete this story, i finished it up, got out of bed and headed for school LOL so please do take time to appreciate my 11pm-6am writing ;> aaaaaand i tried my luvs, hope y’all like it.

“Shit—fuck,”  You mutter a series of curses under your breath as you bent down in a haste, picking up all the pieces of papers that have escaped from your arms and scattered across the road by the river in a haphazard manner.

You silently chide the redundant wind in the city that was colder than necessary already.

Throwing the red scarf mindlessly behind your neck, you moved swiftly from place to place in a squatting position, retrieving the mischievous scraps of your psychology research papers. As if the documents had a mind of their own, they dance away from your reach with the help of an incoming strong breeze causing you to be disgruntled, almost stumbling forward in attempt to snatch your homework back. The wind seemed to be having fun playing with you, like a laser and you were the cat, you jumped from spot to spot in the bad fashion decision of wearing a miniskirt that unfortunate day, you wondered what an obscene sight you were giving to every passerby who laid their eyes on your frantic form.

Finally, you heaved a sigh of relief as what truly belonged to you—and not the stupid gale that signalled an impending rainfall— had been collected completely and you scanned the ground for any remnants of the wind’s doing. Calf muscles straining a little from the intense mini jump squats, you stretched before making your way home, this time clinging onto your papers tightly-

“Excuse me, is this yours?”

The suddenness of the voice makes you jump. And the familiarity of it makes your heart pound tenfolds harder.