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“This is my job, Y/n..”

For most shows Jungkook would perform with the boys, interact with the fans and even provide a bit of fan service for Armies but never fail to look directly into the camera for you viewing from home or work.

You’d watch from the comfort of your bed wrapped in one of Jungkook’s hoodies or t-shirts trying your hardest to compose your jealousy. You try to remind yourself that its part of the job, to be loved and even adored by fans and it wasn’t the best feeling.

Nevertheless, you understood, giving that he would always make it up to you once he got home.

You smiled anticipating the joy ride he’d have planned. Your lewd thoughts we’re interrupted by the heighten of armies cheers as you’re eyes practically glue to the screen in your hand. A fan was invited on the stage, like every concert. Yet, something was off about this one. Nevertheless the interaction continues as your boyfriend Jungkook begins to speak while practically sweating through his this navy blue blouse.

Jungkook, being the flirt he is, noticed the flustered Army, then proceeded to unbutton a few more buttons revealing his chest. “It’s a little hot in here, right?” Was the last statement you heard before shutting your phone off, waiting for his flirty ass to return home.

About an hour later he walks in as you hear his huge duffle bag fall by the door.

“Jagiya? Are you awake?”

He asks as you remained turned facing the wall opposite of your bedroom door.

His figure creates a shadow from the light in the hallway was he stands in the doorway. You hear the zipper of his hoodie slide down as his footsteps lead to your bedside. Jungkook smirks knowing you aren’t sleep, but proceeds to go along with your attitude. “Are you upset?” he asks sitting behind you tracing figure-eights on your exposed lower back.

You shot up from the audacity this man has to come and ask you that. “Are you serious, Jungkook? You know what you were doing.” You poke his chest becoming angrier by the second as that ridiculously sexy smirk refuses to leave his face. He remains quiet for a few more minutes to let you blow off some steam.

“You know I do this for Army, Y/n.” he responds waiting for a response from you. “I know but.. don’t you think you’d tone down the sexiness? You wouldn’t like if I was out there flirting right?” you stand your ground. “Yes i’d be a bit jealous, but Id understand if it was your job.”

“I don’t want to have the same argument every night I come home from a show.” he stands up rubbing his face, obviously annoyed. “Talk to me when you get out of your feelings about this.” Jungkook leaves you in your bedroom heading to the living room, shutting the door behind him.

The next morning you walk into the kitchen seeing Jungkook up in the kitchen. Last night was a sleepless one, “Never go to bed angry..”

You remember the agreement you two made after your first fight. Only the lord knows hows how many you two have had since then. You join Jungkook in the kitchen as his eyes remain glued to the bowl of cereal in front of him. Silence is the only thing shared between you both as you brew coffee without sparing him a glace, same with him.

You were expecting things to go back to normal, yet you’re just dreading the next time he comes home from a concert. It’s exhausting dating the maknae of a iconic kpop group. You don’t think you can do this anymore.

“What?” Jungkook spoke as you turn around in shock that you said that out loud. “Are you serious?” Immediately you regret everything you just thought about, how could you leave? But he can’t keep over looking it like he always does.

“Y/n, I know you don’t like the attention I give Army but do you think that it’s so intense that we have to separate?” Jungkook rambles meeting you at the counter holding your hand. “Jungkook I hate it. I know it seems like just some silly jealousy thing about me but I really dislike it and I hate when you dismiss it like some inconvenience of mine!” You explain to him.

“Then what can I do? Jagi I can’t just stop performing all together.” Jungkook questions searching my pupils for some type of opposing emotion. “That’s why I think we should end things.” You finally admit as Jungkook seems to lose his words, along with his grasp of this relationship.

Deep down this relationship wasn’t the strongest. Yet the optimistic Jungkook always would try to get you to see things from his perspective, which you tried.

“Keep it together Jungkook,” he’d repeat to himself during a fansigning later that day.

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