#bad decisions

In your defense, it’s not easy to find a nice place at a good location with a decent price. The apartment is old and small, but it’s kept in good condition, and Jungkook is surprisingly clean and organized. 

Also, you felt like changing your environment after living with female roommates for the last couple of years. And with your limited budget, it felt like an opportunity you can’t miss.

So you went for it.

Of course, you found Jungkook attractive. And, of course, it was obvious from the moment you met him that he was a classic fuckboy. But you thought you had an unspoken agreement between the two of you—that hooking up would be a bad idea. That the relationship should stay completely platonic.

In the beginning, it seemed to work. You caught Jungkook checking you here and there, and it’s not like you cared. 

Well, maybe you were a little flattered. Just a little. 

But overall, you kept a coldish-friendly relationship. 

With time, you did get closer; you hung around with his friends, and he with yours. Sometimes, you spend the evening sharing dinners and watching TV together. But it wasn’t anything more than that. 

That was true until recently. Something has changed. 

Jungkook is more flirty and daring. It’s no longer a simple roommate friendliness. It’s teasing and smirking. Going around shirtless and throwing compliments. Saying he’s ‘thirsty.’

God, what he wants from you?

What twisted game he’s playing?

Doesn’t he know you can’t afford to lose this place? That it’ll crush your big-girl-handling-it-all-by-herself dream? 

That little shit. 

And it’s not like you’re looking to get involved with the poster child of being a fuckboy. You’re past your college years, and you learned your lessons. You’re not looking for this kind of drama in your life. You’re over playing with boys; you need to find a man. 

And Jungkook isn’t one. 

Oh, god.

Who are you kidding with this pathetic monologue?

Like you didn’t play right into his stupid game.

What are you talking about wanting a ‘man’ but entertaining Jungkook’s childish games? 

What the hell were you thinking? Playing along with his teasing? Where did you think it’ll lead you? To hell?

What good did it do to post that picture? 

You knew he was checking your profile. He made sure of it.

You know he knows that you know. 

And now, here you are, hiding in your room, like a scardey cat.

When you finished showering, you heard Jungkook return to the apartment and ran directly to your room. 

You heard him taking a shower, and now you can hear him in the kitchen. You smell something cooking. Fuck, it smells good, and you're hungry. Stupid Jungkook and his stupid cooking skills. 

He’ll share it with you if you’ll go out there.

Should you risk it and go out of your hideout, or should you starve to death? 

Death doesn’t sound like the worst option, actually. 

Your stomach growls. 

Shit. 

Maybe he’ll finish eating and go to bed, and he’ll leave you some leftovers, and you won’t have to die because you refuse to fuck another fuckboy.

You try to listen closely. Are you having hunger hallucinations, or do you actually hear another voice? 

You hear a loud laugh, definitely not Jungkook’s laugh. But it’s a guy’s laugh, for sure. 

Your stomach growls even louder, and you start to feel nauseous. Maybe going out now, when there’s a third person with you, is relatively safe. It’s not like he can do something when there’s another person there, right? Also, if he is having friends over, he’ll not be going to his room anytime soon. So unless you’re still considering death, you have to eat. 

And you think you are really going to die. And it’ll be embarrassing that he’ll find you dead in your room. What will the headline be?

‘Death by starvation; the unknown dangers of fuckboys’

Hell no. 

You brave yourself and go to the kitchen. 

Jungkook is standing by the stoves, steering something that smells delicious. From a brief look, it looks like some kind of fried rice concoction. Leaning on the counter by his side, you see his friend Hoseok, Hobi. His friend from college. He’s a friendly, handsome guy with a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh. You’re always unsure if he’s flirting with you or just extra friendly because you’re Jungkook’s roommate. He spots you and jumps to hug you, “Y/n! Long time no see. How are you?” You take a step back from his hug and see Jungkook looking over his shoulder with a smirk. 

That little shit. 

You want to punch his stupid face. But you ignore him instead; you’re not going to play with him any longer. 

“I’m good. Same old shit. How are you?” you ask Hobi with a smile. 

“I’m awesome. I just got back from a trip to Mexico. It was amazing. You should definitely go there. Have you ever been to Mexico?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer as he continues to talk. “The beaches there are amazing on another level. But it was so hot. On the first day, I got completely sunburned. I looked like a tomato the whole time.” He’s laughing while fishing his phone to show you the pictures. 

It does look amazing, and he is comically red in the photos. You definitely don’t have the funds to travel to Mexico anytime soon. Yet, it’s nice to dream. Maybe one day. 

He scrolls past his photos and gets to a picture of a nice apartment. A really nice apartment. 

“Is this your new place?” you look up at him as you ask. 

He nods enthusiastly, “Yes, I just moved in. You should come over sometime.” And there’s something teasing in his voice. 

Before you can answer, Jungkook abruptly says, “Are you eating with us?” in a too-loud voice while he’s watching you. His nostrils are flared and he clutches the wooden spoon with unnecessary strength.

Oh.

He’s mad. 

He didn’t like Hobi making a move. That’s nice..

Nope. 

No. 

No way. You said you’re not playing this game. 

Instead, you answer plainly, “If there’s enough for me, yeah, sure.” Like you didn’t just come out of your hideout just for the food. Like he doesn’t know it as well.

Hobi is looking a little taken aback by Jungkook’s reaction. His eyes shift between you and Jungkook like he's trying to figure out something. But there’s nothing to figure out because nothing is going on.

Nothing at all. 

Jungkook nods. He scolds his features into a calm expression and says in a more normal tone, “It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Take some bowls to the living room?” 

You silently move to the cabinet to grab three bowls and give them to Hobi before moving to take some spoons. 

You sit beside Hobi on the couch as he looks for something to watch while you eat.

He chooses some reality dating show he says is a ‘must watch,’ and he starts the episode before Jungkook returns, saying with a smile, “It’s not his thing anyway.” 

You laugh because, of course, Jungkook will think he’s too manly to watch something like that. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook comes to the living room with a steaming pot. He places it on the coffee table, takes one bowl, and pours a portion. You lean forward to serve yourself when he hands you the bowl he prepared. It takes you a moment to respond, but you take it as he shoves it into your hands. He then makes another bowl and hands it to Hobi before sitting on your other side with his own plate. 

Hobi stands up and says, “I forgot the beer. Who want some?” You nod, and he goes into the kitchen. 

You take a first bite of the food, and you don’t know if it’s because you're so hungry, but it’s fucking amazing. You let out an embarrassing moan, and you say, “fuck, this is so good.” 

Before you understand your mistake, you see Jungkook smiling by your side. But it’s not his infuriating smirk or a teasing grin. It’s a genuine, almost boyish smile. He looks so different, so soft like that. Big eyes sparkling with joy. You quickly avert your eyes down to your bowl. Because it does something to you. You feel your stomach moving, and you hope it’s from hunger. 

“Thank you,” he says, and again, it’s not teasing like you expect. He just sounds happy. He sounds pleased. And you don’t know what to do with that. He softly continues, “I can teach you how to make it.” 

What the fuck is going on? 

Before you can replay, Hobi returns with the beer.

You all sit and eat, watching the show. While you and Hobi place bets on who will end up together, Jungkook complains that the show is stupid, and ‘Who the fuck is going to reality show to find love?’ Valid point, but he just doesn’t get the pure joy of judging others’ mistakes. At least he is back to his usual self, which is better, safer. 

When you all finish eating, the guys choose a game to play. 

“Is it okay with you?” Jungkook asks you. 

You look at him, frowning. The question surprises you because why does he care? They can do whatever they want. 

“We can watch something if you don’t feel like it,” he continues before you answer. 

WTF? 

“I’m not really a gamer, but I don’t mind. I can watch you lose.” 

Jungkook giggles, and again, it’s not his usual cocky chuckle. It’s a cute giggle. 

Ah?

Jungkook? Cute?

A description you never thought you’ll use for him. That you shouldn’t use.

“Come on, I’ll show you how to play,” he nudges you with his elbow. Before he says with a smirk, “so I can beat your ass.” 

Aaaand he returns to his usual annoying self. Good.

Hobi burst laughing, reminding you he’s still there, “Just choose already who I beat first, you losers.” 

“In your dreams, Hoba,” Jungkook says as he sets up a match. 

They’re playing a Dragon Ball one-on-one fighting game. They play a few rounds before Jungkook insists you join them. He shows you how to play, but you fail miserably. Not managing to win a single game after the first mercy round. 

It’s still fun. 

You trash-talk each other, even if yours is void of substance. 

After another round you lose to Hobi; there’s a knock. Jungkook goes to open the door and returns with Jimin.

Jimin comes to the living room while Jungkook goes to the kitchen to bring him a beer. 

“Y/n! Good to see you,” Jimin greets you with a hug. He’s also Jungkook’s friend from college. Probably your favorite one. He is cute and flirty.

And completely gay. 

“What are you doing with these two losers?” he asks as he takes the seat beside you. You giggle when Jungkook returns, putting the beer on the table as he answers in your place, “Lossing miserably,” looking at you with his annoying smirk. 

You flip him off, “Fuck you.”

He flops on the armchair, taking a sip from his beer. 

“You wish,” he says with a pleased smirk. 

You roll your eyes, making a disgusted sound, “Eugh, I wouldn’t touch you with a stick.” 

Jungkook and Hobi laugh, and Jimin squeezes your shoulders, “Cuties.” 

You give him a death glare and shrug him off, “Fuck you too.” 

He leans back onto the sofa, taking a long sip. “No thanks, I just did,” he says with a huge smile.

You make a more dramatic, disgusted sound, and you shiver. “Ewe, don’t spread your STDs on me,” you say as you dust the imaginary diseases off your shoulders. 

“Don’t be sour because you’re jealous,” Jungkook says. 

You could strangle him, you swear. 

You squint your eyes at him, and he returns a fake glare at you, but he’s still smiling. 

“From the bottom of my heart, fuck you,” you bark at him. 

He leans forward in his chair, looking at you with a growing smirk, “From the bottom of my ass, you wish.” 

Jimin grabs the controller from your hands. “Okay, love birds. What are we playing?” and he starts another match. 

After a few more rounds and some more losing, Jungkook stretches and gets up, “Who wants another beer?” Both you and Hobi ask for another, and he goes to the kitchen. Jimin gets up as well, “I’ll come help.” 

“So, are you seeing someone?” Hoseok asks when Jungkook and Jimin are out of earshot. 

You turn to look at him, and you realize he’s sitting close. Closer than before. 

His gaze is intense on you, making you stutter a little when you answer, “N-No.”

He nods several times, like he’s processing, and then continues, “Is there something going between you and your roomie?” He asks with a smirk. 

“Jungkook?” you ask with a scoff. “No,” you add fast, firmly. Hoping you sound confident rather than guilty. 

He tilts his head to the side, keeping his gaze on you, challenging you. His tone is borderline mocking. “Sure ‘bout that?” 

You thought you liked Hobi, but you guess he’s still Jungkook’s friend. Something has to be fucked up about him. 

“Yeah?” you give a disgusted look. Because frankly? It’s disgusting, assuming you’re involved in any way with Jungkook. 

He straightens his head, smiling wider but without losing the teasing spark of it. He leans even closer, and you can smell his expensive cologne and the beer in his breath.

“So you definitely should come over to my place sometime.” 

Before you can answer, Jungkook comes from behind you, forcefully shoving a beer into Hobi's hands and practically pushing him back. You don’t know what he heard, but he doesn’t seem pleased. On the other hand, Hobi looks delighted. Saying a mocking “Thanks, Kook” as he sips. 

Jimin is placing a beer on the table in front of you, barely stifling a giggle. You say a quiet “Thanks.” This time, Jimin sits on the armchair as Jungkook takes the seat beside you. 

Hobi and Jimin exchange a look, while Jungkook pouts, looking annoyed. He takes the controller from the table and starts another match without saying a word. You don’t know how to read this situation. There’s tension in the room you’re not sure how to handle. So you ignore it, focusing on the game and drinking until it dissolves. 

When the hours pass, you don’t know how, but Jungkook gets closer and closer to your side. Until his thigh is touching your bare leg. The warmth that comes out of him makes you notice that you’re cold, even with the alcohol in your blood. You can lean closer to him and let his body warm you… 

NO.

What the hell are you thinking?

Treacherous thoughts. Get a grip girl.

You stand up abruptly. Feeling everyone’s eyes on you. 

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you say as you leave the room. 

You go to your room first, shutting the door behind you. You lean against the wall eyes shut, your hands clutch into fists on your hips. You take deep, relaxing breaths. You remind yourself that you decided you won’t fold into Jungkook teasing. That you’ll keep your distance. You will definitely not snuggle into his warm, solid, broad body…. 

NO.

You’re not going to go down this path. No fucking way. 

You take the bottle from beside your bed, drinking the remaining water. You need to sober up. Not so much from the alcohol; you drank only a couple of beers. But from his presence after you avoided him for days. It is like it affects you more now. Do you really have such a short memory? Do you need a reminder he’s an insufferable prick? 

You take a hoodie from your closet and go to the bathroom. There, you wash your face and give yourself a little get-your-shit-together pep-talk before going back to the living room. 

When you return, you hear the boys chatting, but as soon as you step into the living room, the room goes silent. It’s awkward. No one is playing anything now, and everyone looks tense. What happened? You quietly return to your seat, reaching for the controller on the couch beside Jungkook.

“Anyone up for another round?” you ask, trying to break the silence.

Jimin clears his throat. “Sure.” Hobi stands up to grab more beers, and you resume playing, pretending like nothing’s wrong.

Not long after, everyone starts to feel tired. Hobi orders an Uber for himself and Jimin. As Jungkook walks them to the door, you gather the empty bottles and head to the kitchen to load the dirty dishes into the sink.

Big mistake.

Huge.

You should have just gone straight to your room and locked the door. Because when you turn around, there’s Jungkook, leaning casually against the kitchen door. He gives you a smirk that can’t possibly mean anything good and asks—

“Had fun tonight?”