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Stranded

“Don’t look at me, this is not my fault.”

“This is not YOUR fault??” You grit out as you suddenly jerk around in your seat to face your traveling partner, fixing him with an icy glare that somehow managed to run his blood cold, but also had him drawing the corner of his lip between his teeth as he studied your shaking form. You let out a sharp exhale before continuing. “Lit-er-ally everything about this situation points to you and your complete lack of basic common sense.”

He narrowed his eyes at your insult.

“Y/N…just chill out, ok? Lemme think.”

“Don’t hurt yourself now.” You shot out, unable to resist.

Used to your remarks, he chose to ignore you as he leaned on the steering wheel, pondering what to do next. After a few moments, he sat up, rubbed his hands together and shook them slightly in a silent prayer before he reached down to turn the key in the ignition.

For the 11th time since the car had come to a halt.

As expected, the car sputtered and groaned before shutting off with a sickening pop.

“Shit.” He muttered, and you began to clap slowly.

“Wow, that was...that was great. Really impressive...I don’t know why we didn’t think of doing that before. Oh...wait...we just did.”

“I thought it was gonna work this time.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair, tilting his head to the side in slight disbelief.

You shot him a dirty look. Was he serious??

“And why would you think that when it clearly didn’t work the first ten times?”

“Uh…because it worked before I came and picked you up this morning?” he stated matter of factly.

“WHAT?” You ground out as the gears started whirling in your head.

“Well actually no,” he amended. “What I did was kick the front of the car a couple times and then started it. Worked like a charm.”

“So wait a minute, wait a minute.” you continued, sucking in a sharp breath as you tried to quell the anger you felt rising to the surface. “You mean to tell me that this car wasn’t working this morning?”

You could see Jungkook’s mouth open and shut as he took in your now shaking form and considered that continuing to try and defend himself would not be the best course of action at that moment.

“And you thought it was a good idea to embark on a 12 hour road trip in THAT SAME CAR??” You nearly screeched as you felt your anger completely overtake you.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as you, in a bout of frustrated rage, suddenly grabbed the welcome brochure/map you had acquired via your last pit stop off of the dashboard and whipped it at his chest. You had been aiming at his head but in your ire your sweaty hands had failed to assist your accuracy in facial assault.

“Oww! Jesus Y/N” he yelped, entirely out of habit as you knew that it totally didn’t hurt. He held up his hands as he attempted to salvage the situation. “Look, I know you’re probably mad and this isn’t what you had anticipated happening but–”

“--I. told. You. from JUMP that it was a bad FREAKING IDEA to go down the BLOCK, let alone across THE COUNTRY in this RATCHET ass rattling Box on wheels you call a VEHICLE that can literally die any minute....or worse yet--just completely combust!! But I should’ve known you’d attempt this level of dumassery!!!” You screeched, entirely fed up with this…man child in front of you and all of the stupid sheepish looks he seemed to have etched permanently on his face.

With schooled features not betraying an ounce of the fear he felt in your now looming presence, he quickly shot back

“Well if you thought that it was a bad idea from jump and you still got in then what does that make you hmm? Perhaps... wait for it...an even bigger dumbass?” he sang out the last bit before braving a satisfied smirk.

“You know just as well as I do that I’m only doing this for Jay, believe me if I had another way to get back to school you best believe I would have leaped at the 1st chance.”

Jay, being your younger brother and Jungkook’s best friend of nearly a decade, who had stayed back at the university the three of you now attended together, hundreds of miles away from the hometown you now journeyed back from.

And if weren’t for the inescapable fact that your brother had your car for the summer after receiving the opportunity of a lifetime as an intern at a major production company, one that a film major would be an absolute fool to turn down, there was absolutely no way in hell you’d willingly be stuck with Jungkook on the return trip.

But yet, here you were. And if this boy didn’t stop fiddling with the turn signal, switching the knob back and forth in a rather annoying manifestation of his current state of bewilderment at the car’s “sudden” breakdown, you were going to LOSE it.

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“--Jungkook if you click that signal one more time I swear by everything holy I will make you a mouth breather for the rest of your life!” You finally screeched, and his eyes widened, stunned at the sheer force you suddenly revealed as you reached out to grab a fistful of his prized obsidian hair, yanking the taller boy down so his ear could be mere inches from your mouth.

The sheer force behind your voice was enough to have JungKook’s ears ringing, but with his ear now literally centimeters away from your lips, the boy howled in pain as your shouted words made direct impact.

“What the hell?! Are you trying to kill me woman?” he cried out as he struggled against your hold.

“Trying isn’t exactly the word that comes to mind, but if your demise comes accidentally then that might be fortunate.”

Fixing him with another glare you reluctantly released him, sucking in a harsh breath as you attempted (and failed) to regain your composure.

“So… yeah this is just great” You continued as you dramatically fell back into the passenger’s seat. “I didn’t plan on dying today, but I suppose if I had to pick a place, having the backdrop of the middle of freaking nowhere be the last thing I see, along with your ugly mug is exactly how I planned on going out. ”

With that you angrily clicked the release button of your seatbelt, the buckle clanking loudly as it resumed its unlatched position. Since the car was clearly losing its fight for its life you propped open your door, as the climbing heat was sure to become stifling the longer you both sat without circulating A/C.

From the time he was literally dragged into your childhood home by your brother, Jungkook’s presence was one that had always lingered around you.

You remember the summer when the Jeons had moved in next door; the summer that had been so unbearably hot you could dump an ice cold bucket of water over your head and be dry in 10 minutes. So hot that between the hours of 11am to 4pm you were pretty much confined to the air conditioned spaces your home had to offer. And with that being so you and your younger brother Jay had found yourselves in a prolonged state of suffocating boredom– tantamount to torture at the young ages you had been.

“Man I wish Jeremy hadn’t moved away,” Jay sighed as he clicked through the stations on the living room television. “At least he had a pool that we could be swimming in right now, this just sucks, I hate being in this house.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Jeremy would love to hear that you miss using his pool more than him. Just horrible.” You clucked disapprovingly at him before resuming reading your novel. You shared his sentiments of disliking being stuck at home and you usually tolerated it a lot better than he did…but his complaining was seriously about to drive you up the wall.

However his moaning and groaning had been cut short as the front doorbell suddenly reverberated throughout the house, and Jay, not being one to miss an opportunity to escape the house, had bolted for the door.

When he swung it open, there stood a scrawny looking boy, his jet black hair plastered to his forehead and his hand still raised mid knock. His eyes, wide from the shock of your brother literally whipping the door open in his excitement, were some of the biggest you had ever seen.

“Hi!” Your brother had nearly shouted and you winced. “Who are you?”

The boy, clearly not used to the enthusiasm your brother possessed, started to stutter, completely unprepared.

“I-I...uh...Hi...uhhhh….I’m...from...o-over there.” He lamely pointed in a vague direction of what you would assume to be his house.

“Huh?” Jay responded, slightly confused. The boy sighed shakily, his nervousness apparent.

“I-I mean, uh, I’m new here. My family just moved in next door. And my mom kicked me out and told me if I didn’t make any friends I couldn’t come back in.” he confessed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

You, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, snorted.

Your brother, beaming at the kid, asked him “Do you play Mario Kart?”

The boy blinked.

“Uh...yeah?”

“You wanna play?” Jay offered. “I’ve got an extra controller...you can use the wireless one if you want?”

The boy blinked again.

“R-really?” “Yeah! Come on! Plus we got the AC cranked all the way up so it's super cold in here.”

With that your brother practically dragged the poor boy in the house before slamming the door, and the noise attracted the attention of your mother, who had been in the kitchen working on another one of her baking “experiments”.

“Jay, I know you are not about to walk out that door in this 100 degree weather,” she called out before strolling into the living room. She paused at the sight of your brother with the skinny boy he had just met, standing in your living room. “Oh, who’s this?”

“Oh hey, this is my new friend mom–he just moved in next door, can we pull out the Gamecube so we can play Mario Kart? Pleaseeee?” Your brother asked, and you watched as the corners of the boy’s lips turned up slightly at your brother’s declaration of him being his newest friend.

“Why hello Jay’s new friend, it’s nice to meet you. And does your friend have a name?” She asked with a warm smile.

"Of course he does, this is...this is...uh...” Your brother trailed off as he then realized he had forgotten about that important detail. He leaned in only to whisper loudly, “Aye...what’s your name?”

The boy cleared his throat.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“Jung…what?”

“Jung-KOOK.”

Your brother blinked.

“What kinda name is that?”

“It’s Korean.”

“Oh...ok.” He pulled away from his ear. “He says his name is Jungkook.” He announced.

Your mother chuckled slightly at your brother’s antics before turning back to the boy you now knew to be Jungkook.

Do your parents know you are here?” she asked him.

“Uh yes, they sent me over to introduce myself.”

“Ok, well you are welcome to come over anytime Jungkook.” She assured him.

The boy, not used to the amount of attention he was getting, shyly murmured out a quick thank you before turning back towards your brother. Your mother gave your brother the okay to pull out his game system, and he dragged Jungkook by the arm again as he excitedly started showing him his set up.

You at that point were not too thrilled at the prospect of all the loud noise that was sure to ensue with them playing video games, so you then announced that you were going to go upstairs to your room.

Jungkook, who had not noticed your presence up until then, jumped nearly a mile high at the sound of your voice. He turned around only to see you rising off the couch on the other side of the living room, and when his eyes met yours they grew impossibly wide before he quickly turned back, red starting to creep across his cheeks.

“Oh yeah, that’s my older sister ___. You don’t have to worry about her though.” Jae assured Jungkook as he had noticed his reaction to your presence. He leaned in to whisper, loudly, again. “She’s a reallllllly big nerd.”

Jungkook only chose to nod in response, his sudden bout of timidity rendering him temporarily mute.

Rolling your eyes, you gathered up your small stack of books, books you’d likely finish by the end of the day, off of the coffee table before making your way to the stairwell.

“Have fun you guys.” You called out as you strolled past them and you paused by the boy who appeared to have taken a sudden interest in the ornate oriental rug that spanned across your living room floor.

Not one to be rude to house guests, you gave a slight nod of acknowledgement towards him before greeting him personally.

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

You watched as his eyes darted up from the floor to meet yours ever so briefly before they shot back down again as he muttered “Y-yeah...s-same...s-same to...you…”

You chuckled slightly, and your brother looked up from his place in front of the tv, scowling at you.

“I thought you were leaving...good-BYE, ­___.” he dismissed. Faster than either one of them could blink, you had swung up a foot only to shove Jay with it, and your brother went tumbling to the ground with a yelp. Jungkook, having witnessed the entire exchange, owlishly blinked several times before braving a stunned look at you.

“Sorry you had to witness that kid. I promise, I’m usually not that violent.” You said with a sheepish grin.

And with that you sauntered up the stairs, not noticing the pair of wide, intrigued eyes that followed you all the way up, step by step.

From that day forward your brother and Jungkook had been inseparable, and you soon became accustomed to seeing the shy boy in and around your home. Your mother adored Jungkook, especially with how well-mannered he was around adults, and every so often she would ask your brother if he wanted to invite his little friend over so he could help taste test another practice batch of cookies. And Jungkook would be more than happy to oblige, sampling piece after piece of whatever assortment of confections your mother had whipped up for the day.

When school had resumed that next fall, you were pleasantly surprised to find that Jungkook had an older brother in your grade, JungHyun. You soon became casual acquaintances upon finding out that your younger siblings were brothers, and occasionally you’d find yourself over at the Jeon’s along with your brother since you had someone your age to talk to, and also as you had some common interests. But mostly you’d gripe about how much of a pain in the ass it was to be the older sibling of the two dorks you each happened to be related to.

As time went on you began to see the once painfully shy boy morph into a cheeky little brat, your brother’s influence no doubt. And as a result, he who was once someone you saw as your brother’s adorable little friend became your own personal irritant. You found yourself the victim of many pranks at the hands of Jungkook, again inspired by the influence of your brother, however Jay was nowhere near as crafty as Jungkook.

From fake tarantulas dropping on you from the doorway of your bedroom, to your shampoo being laced with purple food coloring, it seemed that as soon as he found out that you were easily startled, something truly evil awoke in Jungkook. As you had rapidly approached your senior year of high school, his affinity for tormenting and teasing you only grew, and at times you mourned the image you once had of the shy little boy who wouldn’t harm a fly, now replaced by a literal demon.

“Noona...why are you so jumpy?” You swore was his favorite thing to say to you, usually after your nerves were rattled from whatever devious act he had carried out at your expense. That along with,“Don’t tell me that you were actually scared.”

And he would have the smugest look on his face every time, so much so that you wanted to smack it

The time came and went and your high school days drew to a rapid close. You were planning on going off to university across the country, the prospect of which your mom vehemently opposed at first but soon came around to when she saw just how hard you worked to get in. With much fanfare your mom had thrown you a graduation party, with extended family and friends all coming to attend the festivities.

And had you known that that day would be the last time you would have seen Jungkook in person in over a year, you might have considered not entertaining the argument with him about the validity of table tennis as an official Olympic sport. And said argument may or may not have ended with a certain boy dumping the contents of what was left in the punch bowl over your head, announcing that someone needed to cool all the way down.

That be it may... you were certain that you were glad to finally...finally... have the boy out of your hair. You were an adult now, living life, keeping up with your ever-increasing course workload...you didn’t have time to entertain the lives of the people you had left behind hundreds of miles away.

As stressful as it had been, you had considered your first year of university a success, and you had looked forward to your summer break back home. You hadn’t made too many friends at university, which had been fine as you had plenty to keep you busy, but strangely enough you found yourself happily anticipating seeing your brother and his dorky sidekick.

You know... for old times’ sake.

Only to discover that upon your arrival, said dorky sidekick was nowhere to be found, but rather he along with Jung Hyun was spending the summer back in Busan, their hometown in Korea.

So, summer flew by, after which you were pleasantly surprised to find your brother joining you at the same university, starting as a 1st yr.

You laid down the law immediately, and told Jay under no certain terms were you going to be bailing him out if he so much as thought of doing anything stupid as most young men in their freshman year of university were apt to do.

Another year flew by, and you barely made it through alive–and you were eager to come back home.

You had finally been looking forward to your 1st summer completely devoid of coursework, and you had an entire two months completely mapped out with all the fun and relaxing summer- y things that you had wanted to do.

But of course, none of that happened.

So, your entire summer practically flew by, with your aspirations for it completely unfulfilled.

And, you hadn’t anticipated the Jungkook factor.

And you had innocently assumed that since your brother had stayed back, there was no reason for you to be seeing much of Jungkook that summer.

Oh boy were you wrong.

You lost track of how many times you walked in your childhood home at night, after an evening shift at your part time job only to jump in fright at the sight of Jungkook, lazed across your living room couch with takeout boxes everywhere.

And every single time you’d screamed out “Jesus Kook, what are you doing in my house again? Go home!”

He would always smirk at your reaction, before rising in a stretch. His response would always be the same. “Your mom let me in.”

Of course she freaking did. You honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if she had slipped him his own personalized set of house keys at this point.

“Besides, I was gonna leave when you came back from work. So, since you’re here I’m out… goodnight Y/N!”

And just like he would walk out of your living room, and out of the front door. And he would always leave the damn takeout boxes lying everywhere.

Despite seeing him way more than you would have liked, you really had no clue that Jungkook would be attending the same university as an incoming freshman until it was casually mentioned during one of your facetimes with Jay. And in that same conversation he had confirmed that he had all but volunteered you to carpool with Kook as he had never made the trip before. You instantly tried to back out of it but when you looked at flight prices, and then at your dwindling bank account you grudgingly agreed to accompany him.

But now, you were seriously regretting it.

In the present, several moments had passed in awkward silence as you tasked yourself to fixing your gaze forward, too done to look at the boy seated next to you. You could practically feel the heat from his eyes as he continued to stare at your profile, not saying anything as well.

But with all the years of knowing him, you knew that he wasn’t one to back away from a confrontation without some kind of fight back. Not unless something was really bothering him.

A quick side glance confirmed that he seemed to be in some sort of deep thought as he continued to mull something over, his mouth forming a thin line as he pursed his lips.

“Y/N…”

You swore your eyes were going to fall as you rolled them for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

“What do you want now Kook” you sighed exasperated beyond belief.

You could see him poke his cheek out with his tongue, the way he always did when debating something in his mind. It was an action that always irked you, mainly because it not only emphasized his killer jawline (which was such a freaking waste on him) but it was distracting as heck.

“Do you…” He trailed off as he paused to rub his neck.

You could feel your left eye start to twitch. “Do you really think…that…I’m ugly?”

What.

WHAT.

Was this dude serious?!

“No seriously, Y/N you were talking about how ugly I was, so I was just curious,” he continued completely ignoring the look on your face. “Like on a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being absolutely chopped like… think Gollum from Lord of the Rings ugly vs 10 being like I dunno like take my panties now…what would you rate me?”

“Jungkook”

“What?”

You took in a deep breath as if to clear your mind from all the stupid that had just tried to penetrate your headspace.

“Next time you say some stupid ass shit like you just said, I’m slapping you. Like literally the dumbest shit walks out of your mouth at the worst possible time. We are stranded probably in the desert somewhere and you wanna know how likely I am to even remotely consider you attractive?! Right now, it’s .001 on a scale, ok? Because you CLEARLY don’t get how this not the time for your bs!”

That was a blatant lie. If the rating was based purely on physical attractiveness alone, Jungkook was an 8–possibly a 9 when he wore his favorite/your least favorite white button up jean and Timbs outfit combo.

He rolled his eyes, used to your dramatic outburst.

"One, just because its hot doesn't mean we are in a desert, there are literally trees every where--"

"--Do YOU see any people around here?" And as if to make your point, you spotted movement out of the corner of your eye. "I know you're lyin'--is that a TUMBLEWEED--?!"

"-- And two," He continued, ignoring you. "Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.” You muttered as you rubbed your temples, checking your watch.

Had it been 30 minutes yet? You could have sworn that the tow truck company quoted 25 and there was no truck in sight.

“Well, you could’ve fooled me.” he murmured folding his arms like the petulant child he was. “I don't hate you, Kook.” You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

In all honesty you just always knew in the back of your mind just not to look at him. Of course you weren’t blind, and you knew a lot of girls were attracted to him for supposedly valid reasons—

“–What do you mean you knew not to look at me? Why couldn’t you look at me?” His eyes narrowed as he uncrossed his arms.

What in the Freudian slip. Did you really just say that part? Out loud?

Shit.

You chose to completely ignore the way your heart jumped at his words. Straightening up your shoulders, you schooled your features but you’re not quite brave enough to look him in the eye.

“Well duh you’re just a kid and my kid brother’s friend at that, I literally remember you doing stupid shit like farting into soda cans and lighting matches.”

At this he shot you a bemused look, before shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t know why you keep acting like we aren’t close, like we haven’t known each other for years. I mean, yeah…your brother is like another brother to me, but you’re lying to yourself if you think that the only dynamic we’ve ever had.” He then looked at you pointedly. “Besides, I haven’t been a kid for quite some time now and you know it.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You found the words shooting out before you could stop yourself, and you inwardly winced when he smirked.

“What do you want it to mean noona?”

Nooooo, no no no no, you did NOT like the way his name for you just rolled off his tongue smoother than dripping honey—the involuntary shiver that just went down your spine was clearly one of disgust.

“Ok, kid…answer me this…since you are so grown tell me why you continue to make dumbass decisions like the one that got us in this situation, hmm?”

“Well answer me this,” he mimicked your voice almost perfectly much to your annoyance. “Why do you feel like you don’t make just as many dumb decisions, if not more than I do? You think you got your shit all figured out but truthfully you’re BS’ing your way through life even more than I am.”

And this was why he pissed you off.

Because no matter how many years you lived, how many more experiences you had, even though you felt like you were more knowledgeable than him in many ways—Jungkook had always had the uncanny ability to see straight through you and read you like a freaking book. You bit your lip, and you forced yourself turn away from his suddenly intense gaze. He was not doing this right now; this was not ok…

You were not ok with this.

He needed to stop.

“Well, whatever you want to keep telling yourself, that’s fine.” He continued, disregarding your current state of inner turmoil. “If it helps you sleep better at night, cool. But lemme just say that I have no self-imposed limitations as to where and upon whom I can look.”

You felt like your breath just got knocked out of you. He wasn’t saying what you thought you were saying…was he?

You practically could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and it took everything in you to resist the suddenly dire urge to turn back to face him again.

So you busied yourself with your fingers in your lap, twisting and turning them over until you got to the point where your curiosity finally overtook your rationale and against your better judgment you slowly looked up.

You had never seen Jungkook look like this before.

You felt instant warmth seep deep into the core of your being, and immediately you felt the strangest urge to cover yourself because the way he regarded you at that moment had you feeling totally exposed.

And in that moment, you knew that you were utterly screwed.

If you were truly honest with yourself, you knew that this current scenario playing out before you was one that you had probably dreamed about during a night or two, before waking up and literally shaking the thoughts from your head surrounding a possible…anything with Jungkook.

Because…hello…younger brother’s best friend?

And no matter how attractive you were finally willing to admit he really was, the ick factor was just too much to overcome. Not to mention, your brother would kill you for corrupting Jungkook.

Wait, corrupting?! What the--where did that thought even come from? You barely were willing to admit you were attracted to him on a strictly physical basis and now your mind was making gigantic leaps from he’s cute to possible defilement of the boy?

Oh God you needed to get out of this car, and you needed to get out fast. The heat was clearly starting to affect your ability to make sound and rational decisions. As you came back from the brief trip you took in the expanse of your mind you realized he was still staring at you…

What the hell?

He wasn’t even attempting to look away and it was freaking you out.

“Jungkook?” You wanted to kick yourself at how squeaky your voice sounded as you snapped your fingers in front of his face. Quickly slapping your hand away, he pressed a finger to your scowling lips in response.

“Could you just close your mouth for one second Y/n?” He sighed, punctuated with a slight shake of his head. He was completely unaware of the internal war now waging in the deep, devious recesses of your mind as you fought the sudden overwhelming urge to lick his finger.

By sheer willpower did you manage to resist, mimicking his earlier action with a slap of your own as you spat out, “Well could you stop staring at me like a freakin’ weirdo?”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He snapped and you forgot how to breathe a second because did this boy just snap at you?? “Besides, didn't I just tell you that I have no problem with looking at people?”

You were so mentally overloaded right now it wasn’t funny, and his proximity wasn’t. helping. AT. ALL.

“You little sh—“

“—Ha! There’s absolutely nothing little about me, try again.” he grinned cheekily as he bit down on his lip holding back a laugh.

And that was freaking it as your mind instantly pulled up images at his insinuation that you thought you had erased from your mind.

I just can’t...!

You were so done, and with that you shoved your door, swinging it wide open and got out without a moment of hesitation.

And you started to walk.

In 90 degrees plus weather. In the middle of nowhere.

You swore under your breath as you realized that the flimsy flip flops you donned were definitely not suited for the heat as you could feel it radiating even through the foam soles.

You could hear Jungkook’s door slam behind you as well as he also hopped out of the car shouting, “Really, Y/N??” “Leave me alone, Kook!” you yelled back.

“And just what exactly do you hope to accomplish by having a fit and wandering off out in this heat? Where can you even go? You don’t even know where you are. Just come back and sit by the car until the tow truck comes.”

You knew it was stupid, but your pride wouldn't allow you to turn around even when it was clear that out of the two of you his logic was the soundest at the moment.

You couldn’t trust yourself now. Not in the proximity you had just shared with him, not with all the confusing thoughts and scenes playing out in your head at rapid fire speed. You never in all your years have had this kind of reaction to a man without him freaking touching you, and the fact that it was Jungkook tormented you immensely--why out of all the people in the world did it have to be him that got you so worked up??

So, you did what any reasonable person would do in your position.

You kept walking.

That is...until the front of your flip flop caught the side of a decent sized rock, causing you to stumble and before you knew it you met the ground face first with a thud.

Stunned from the direct impact, you just laid there, your entire body throbbing as you tried to process what had just happened. You had fallen so quickly, your hands had barely shot out to break your fall, so you were in a considerable amount of pain.

But the pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment of Jungkook watching you absolutely eat the ground.

Speaking of the devil himself…

“Holy shit! Y/N!” You could hear him yell out behind you and you winced as you heard heavy footsteps rapidly approaching your form that was still sprawled out pathetically on the ground.

You debated pretending to be unconscious, but the hot ground was burning your skin, and you knew you were going to have to get up eventually. With a sigh, you mentally prepared yourself to start what was sure to be a slow and humiliating process of scraping yourself from off the ground. But before you could will your strength sapped arm muscles into motion, you felt a strong pair of hands grabbing you under your arms before swiftly, yet gently turning you over and pulling you up into a seated position.

“Shit,” Jungkook ground out as he rapidly scanned you for visible injuries. “Are you ok?”

You could barely manage a nod as you felt your entire body being engulfed in flames, and it wasn’t entirely because of the epic fall you just had. He was leaning over you but even more that--he was freaking touching you, your face, down your arms, and all over your legs as he continued to assess the damage, and you wanted to scream. After he was satisfied that you appeared to be in one piece minus a few cuts and scratches, he met your eyes again, his eyes flashing angrily.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! And you say that I do dumb shit, but meanwhile here you are, giving a prime example what a “dumbass decision’ looks like in living color.” He scolded you as he continued to burn you alive with the heated glare he gave you.

Just then you began unfolding your legs from underneath you as you prepared to stand back up, only to wince unconsciously from the pain, letting out a slight hiss as you shifted.

Jungkook's eyes visibly softened at the noise and followed your hand down to where you now grasped your visibly swollen ankle, which was throbbing and growing larger by the minute.

“Jesus, Y/N…” he sighed as he shook his head. “This looks pretty bad.” You batted away his hand that had grasped your ankle, the small circles he had started rubbing on the sensitive bruised skin had your senses reeling and you needed to regroup mentally.

Shifting your weight all on your one good leg, you grunted as you attempted to pull yourself up. Jungkook quickly stood up to assist you, pulling you up the rest of the way by your arm.

You tried to shake him off, determined to walk on your own. Your ankle was swollen, yes, but you weren’t an invalid.

You could walk.

But of course, you literally took one step before your knees then buckled like a house of cards. And you would have collapsed to the ground again if weren’t for Jungkook quickly grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back up.

“You are not putting any weight on that foot until we put some ice on it and wrap it up, got it?” Jungkook ordered and you were so embarrassed by this point that all you could do was nod again.

He bit the inside of cheek as he briefly contemplated something.

You heard him mutter f*** it and before you could protest you felt yourself fall back horizontally as your legs were swept from underneath you as Jungkook hoisted you up in arms.

“W-what are you doing??” You sputtered; your arms instinctively latched around his neck when he tossed your body in the air slightly as he re-adjusted his grip on you. “Put me down!”

“Nope, it was either this or me dragging your ass across the ground, and I’m not trying to be walking around in this heat any longer than I have to be.”

You bit your lip as you fought back a whimper that threatened to escape as you felt his grip tighten even more on your body. You were so acutely aware of every place your body was touching his, your nostrils filling up his unique scent, and you hated yourself for secretly relishing every second of such close proximity to him. You glanced up briefly at him only to be bowled over by instant regret as you now watched several drops of sweat sensually slide down that jawline of his, utterly transfixed by how they clung desperately to his glistening skin before falling off and landing on your shaking hand, one by one.

The sensation of which left you feeling heady as a cold chill raced up your back, but at the same time you were dangerously overheated.

You were completely cooked.

Despite him carrying you in the immense heat, he managed to have you both by the car in a matter of seconds. You loosened your grip on his neck in anticipation of him putting you down, but instead in a swift motion that had you breathless he maneuvered you with one arm to shift you over his shoulder so he could open the door without dropping you.

Your brain slowed to an absolute crawl. He just tossed you around like a ragdoll, holding you up by your ass so he could open the door–and it was honestly one of the hottest things you had ever experienced.

But speaking of him holding your ass…

“Kook, you plan on putting me down?” You nearly croaked, blood rushing to your head thanks to gravity and your proximity to his own muscular, well-defined—

“Mm.” he responded but his hand remained locked in place right where your thigh and ass met.

Inwardly you groaned.

“KOOK. Down. NOW!” You managed to find your voice and lose it just as quick as he slowly slid you down the length of his torso, his demonic hand grazing over the entire swell of your ass, before making a new home in the small of your back. Even when your good foot contacted earth once more, his grip on you remained.

You jerked back, but it was futile— he had you locked in.

You fought so hard not to look up, but you could feel your strength all but give out. With the remnants of your shattered pride on the line, you braved a look—completely ignoring the voice in your head that considered how perfectly his height complimented yours.

For what seem to be the umpteenth time that afternoon your heart stuttered as his eyes fixed on yours, silently daring you to look away.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, as you made one more attempt to break free of his ironclad grip. The tiniest of smirks appeared as his eyes scanned your face.

“Looking. At you.”

You sucked in a quick breath.

“Kook, why are you doing this to me?” You hated how whiny you sounded.

“Why not?” His eyes narrowed with a wicked gleam. “The better question is why are you fighting it?”

That was a damn good question.

Why?

Why were you fighting?

The list of reasons in your mind were rapidly dwindling every second he continued to hold you out in the middle of nowhere.

Just as you were about to completely lose your mind and respond to his asinine question, you heard tires meeting gravel in the distance, growing louder by the second.

Jungkook loosened his hold as he turned around to glimpse at the source of the sound, and you instantly pushed off, grasping the open car door for support.

“Thank you, God!” If your ankle hadn’t been busted, you would’ve broken out into dance as you spotted a tow truck quickly approaching. You began to wave erratically to flag them down, despite knowing that more than likely they were already coming to you.

“Wow. That was fast.” Jungkook whistled as he walked around the front to retrieve the keys from the ignition and started gathering a few of your belongings.

Sure enough, it was the tow truck that you ordered, and it looked like it would be at least self a 30-minute drive into the nearest town with a mechanic.

In no time at all, the tow truck driver hooked up Jungkook ‘s car and you ambled over to the passenger side. However, Jungkook all but shoved you aside before stepping up into the truck and then yanking you up after him. You were about to tear into him but within seconds, you quickly realized why.

There was not enough room for the two of you.

Seeing this, your only warning from Jungkook was a quickly muttered “Sorry” before you found yourself seated on his lap.

“Sorry kids I know it’s tight, but I promise, we’ll be there in no time” you faintly hear the voice of the driver but all you could process was that you were sitting on Jungkook’s LAP. With nowhere else to go.

His traitorous hand held firmly to your stomach, burning through your shirt. You could feel his hot breath ghosting against the shell of your ear.

“You good?” He whispered and it was all you could do not to squirm. You nodded not trusting yourself to speak lest you give away how undone you were becoming by the feel of him underneath you.

“Good. Now relax, I got you.” You couldn’t help the slight noise that came out as he all but breathed the words against your neck, and you wanted to die when you felt his chest rumble against your back as he tried to hold back a laugh.

“What was that Y/N?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Didn’t quite catch that”

You found your voice.

“Fuck you, Kook” you hissed.

“If that’s what you want.” He nosed your ear, and your slight intake of breath did not go unmissed. “But you gotta use your words.”

No. No no no no no. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

His grip on your stomach loosened only for him to slip two treacherous fingers under the bottom hem of your tank top, you wanted to scream at the contact. But you didn’t attempt to move his hand away. He took this as invitation to bring you even closer, shifting you so you were fully seated on his lap. Your faced bloomed as you knew that he would feel just how much his proximity was affecting you.

“Jesus Christ Y/N…you’re about to burn a hole in my leg.” He hissed and you could feel your soul starting to drift from your body. “I got you this hot already? We haven’t even done anything…yet”

This time despite your best efforts, you couldn’t have stopped the whimper that slipped out, and when he let out a slight hiss in response all the hairs on your neck stood up.

“You can’t be making noises like that in here noona” he breathed into your ear. “Behave yourself, we have company.” At this you pulled away as much as you could, twisting around to look him in the eye.

You don’t know what it was that possessed you to speak the words that would follow, but if anyone were to ask, you’d probably blame it on a mild case of heat stroke.

“Make me.” You called his bluff, and if the gleam in his eye was any indication that was probably the worst thing you could have done. His nostrils flaring was the only warning you had before he abruptly shifted you sideways, with your back now facing the driver and your legs draped over his, wedged between his right leg and the door. With one final adjustment he pulled you further up on his lap and Holy SHIT he was —

“I’ve about had it with that smart mouth of yours Y/N” he all but growled, low enough for your ears only as the radio drowned out his words to the tow truck driver. “But that’s ok, you won’t be able to say anything but my name by the time we get this car unhitched and that’s a fucking promise.” He punctuated his words with a slight pulse of his hips, and right then and there you knew that you were no match for him.

He had you right where he wanted.

And if you planned on making it out alive, you probably would have to acquiesce to whatever those wicked eyes had in store for you.

At this point you were so unbearably keyed up and you didn’t even realize how tight you were squeezing your legs together until Jungkook palmed your left thigh, sliding his hand down under your left knee and adjusting you so your legs now crossed.

And so did your eyes.

He really was trying to kill you. You glanced up, and there was no mistaking where Jungkook’s intentions lied. He looked ravenous, and with a bite of his lip, absolutely determined to destroy you.

“Y/N, I haven’t even touched you and look at you…’bout to ruin your favorite shorts” His left hand smoothed over your left arm, in what was sure to appear as a comforting gesture if the driver were to glance your way. However, his right hand, hidden by the shield of your body, was poised to strike. “What should I do, hmm? Should I help you out?”

Your eyes darted up, slowly widening as recognition entered them. You opened your mouth to speak, but all you could do was silently gasp when in a quick maneuver, he unzipped the fly of your jean shorts just enough to slip in two fingers. And then he wrapped them around the still fastened waist band—and tugged.

You don’t know how the hell he did it, but the combination of your tightly pressed legs, the feel of him underneath you and him tugging the seam of your jeans against, well your seam, had you hurtling towards Nirvana. You found yourself biting down where his neck met his shoulder in order not to completely embarrass yourself.

Holy shit.

Holy SHIT.

As you came back down to Earth, you could feel your whole-body sag as all your energy evaporated, and you vaguely felt Jungkook’s lips ghost across your forehead before finding your ear once more.

“That was fucking beautiful. Good girl—I knew you could do it.” You didn’t have it in you to respond, your mind still buzzing and your vision slowly coming back into focus. And as the haze cleared, the panic descended.

What the hell just happened?

How did he manage to slip past your defenses?

How in the world were you going to face Jay?

And just where did he learn that stunt he just pulled? Your legs were still shaking, and you knew there was no way things could ever go back to the way they were.

Not after that.

Not a single one of your exes had ever manage to work you over like that.

And this kid managed to do it barely even touching you—you could feel yourself shudder at the thought of what it would be like if he actually—

“I literally can see the steam coming out of your ears.” Jungkook’s voice cut through your thoughts and you felt your face bloom all over again. “Stop overthinking and just relax.”

You let out a slight huff, and made several attempts to vocalize some of your thoughts, but to no avail. Jungkook, watching you struggle couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’ve gotten pretty good at cleaning up my messes. And I’m sure you won’t mind me helping with yours.” His breath tickled your ear. “After all, I am the reason we’re in this mess to begin with.”

Holy understatement of the year.

You finally find your voice, albeit shaky.

“Kook…I don’t even …I, what…you just…I-I’m just—

“—Still buffering clearly. It’s ok pretty girl, take your time.”

Was this a joke to him? You reached up to grab his chin, ignoring the current that raced down your arm and chilled your spine when you made eye contact.

He regarded you openly and to your chagrin did not back down from what you thought was a glare.

“You already know that we will be discussing…this. As soon as we handle whatever we gotta handle.”

His sigh escapes with a slight whistle before he lets out a chuckle. “Preparing my counter-argument as we speak. ”

“I’m serious Kook. Stop making everything into a joke.”

At this he narrows his eyes, ever so slightly, and you hate how it makes you squirm inside.

“Mm, maybe stop assuming that everything I say is a joke? But sure. We can discuss. Verbally.”

“How the hell else… you know what never mind.”

This time a fuller laugh escaped him as his gaze shifted to something…softer.

But yet felt more dangerous than anything else you’d seen from him today.

“ It’s really time to stop thinking. Now relax, I’ve got you.”

As the tow truck continued down the seemingly endless stretch of highway, you knew that there was no way you would be able to stop thinking.

Because if you stopped thinking, you would start feeling. And then there would be no way to recoup what was sure to be a loss.

Deep down, really deep, a small part of you knew it could feel like this. Being cradled on Jungkook's lap, with his chin propped on the top of your forehead, now humming a melody of a song so sweet it gave you whiplash knowing it was coming from the same wicked mouth that tortured you earlier--you felt something in you finally surrender to...him.

And that’s what you were afraid of.

More than anything.

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A/N:

Ohhhh boy y/n is in for it now. Part two is coming soon!!