#rewind;

“Good morning, what can I get for you?”

“U-uh,” he stutters, eyeing the girl who paid no attention to him...yet. “Two Americanos, please.”

He watches anxiously as the girl in front of him falters for a second, looking up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. She blinks, eyes widening, cheeks going red, and quickly ducks her head down to focus on the cash register. She sticks her hand out, which he immediately assumes it’s for the card and hands it to her, and she swipes it as fast as she can and hands it back to him as fast as she can. “T-Thank you,” she says.

The awkwardness was evident in her actions - Jungkook could even sense a hint of fear in them. He lets out a dejected sigh. Somehow, his heart felt heavy. The male sticks out his hand, dismissing the sounds of groaning customers from behind who just wanted to get their morning coffee. “I’m Jungkook,” he introduces himself, gathering himself and his sanity. “I’m sorry for what happened a few nights back - I... I was being a jerk.”

It takes a while for her to look up, and when she does, she’s wary of him. But eventually, she accepts his handshake. “I’m Yoojin,” she introduces herself, though her eyes still showed distrust. Jungkook remembers the way his fingers sneaked up on her thighs and the way she obviously didn’t want it. He immediately bows to apologize, wanting the scene to be erased from his memory. “I-It’s okay,” she continues, a hint and sign for him to move so she could focus on the other customers. “Have a nice day.”

And with that, Jungkook takes his leave and his two cups of Americano coffee.

“Hyung, I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life!” Jungkook rants as he shoves the cup of iced coffee into the elder man’s hands, driplets of coffee spilling from the lid and rolling down Yoongi’s pale fingers.

“At least be careful with your handling of my precious cup of coffee?” Yoongi rolls his eyes, taking a sip anyways, taking no interest in wiping the driplets away.

Jungkook sprawls himself out on the couch, groaning in absolute humiliation, eyes shut tight. The latter takes a seat on the office chair, moving in front of the younger with his eyes glued to the phone in his hand. Yoongi was disinterested in the sob story, but he asks about it anyways. “What happened?”

Jungkook glowers, not at Yoongi, but at himself. “You know a few nights ago? That night I actually caught Hyejin at my place with Tae right after I finished with that girl I took home?”

Yoongi lets out a hum, as if to say ‘yes’.

“Well, at the club, you could say I actually...uh... tried to touch someone without their consent,” Jungkook manages to admit. He knew Yoongi to be a stern man - one that hated injustice, especially towards girls - and never wanted to disappoint him: he was his role model. But for there to be trust between each other, one must tell the truth.

Yoongi’s eyes snaps away from the phone, staring at the younger in silent anger. He stares at the younger one, shaking his head in disgust, his lips turned downwards in disapproval. “You’re disgusting, Jeon Jungkook. How could you even do that?”

“I was drunk and horny!” Jungkook argues, pitch raising.

Yoongi only rolls his eyes, placing his attention back onto the phone.“Yeah, what about that girl?”

“She works at the coffee shop near my place.”

Yoongi blinks for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. “Serves you right, dick.”

Jungkook groans again, a couple of whines streaming from his mouth. Then he stops himself, sitting upright on the couch. “Oh, hyung, I heard we’re working with a new artist?” Jungkook asks out of the blue. He wasn’t trying to change the topic - he was just more worried about his work.

“Mhm,” Yoongi nods. “She’s coming in a few minutes.”

Jungkook nods back. “What’s her name?”

“Park Aera,” Yoongi utters flatly. Jungkook throws his head back a little, eyebrows furrowed as he takes an interest at the floor beneath them. How’s he gonna work with a trainee with a namesake of a girl he’s just screwed a few nights ago?

Knock knock.

“She’s here,” Yoongi says, grunting as he gets off of his chair, walking towards the glass door. He opens it, back facing Jungkook, and bows down to the girl in front of him as she did the same.

“Come in,” Jungkook heard Yoongi say, sure that there was a polite smile on his face right now. The younger tries to peek at the girl’s face from where he was sat, only being able to see a portion of her forehead and dark hair since Yoongi was blocking her from his view. She walks past Yoongi, revealing herself.

Jungkook’s eyes widen in horror. Was God really playing with him right now?

“A-Aera,” he sheepishly calls out, standing up to bow to her. “Nice meeting you.”

The girl, who wore a less revealing outfit than when he first met her, took a look at him. She looked fairly innocent in nothing but exercise shorts and a cute pastel pink sweater, her light brown hair freely flowing at the end of her shoulders.Her smile faded and her bright eyes were replaced with anger. “Nice to meet you, too,” she says through gritted teeth, not even bothering to bow back to him.

Yoongi’s eyes travel between both figures as he stood in the middle. Sensing the tension between the two, he walks over to Jungkook after gesturing for the girl to sit where she pleased. 

“What’s up?” Yoongi whispers into the other’s ear, trying not to make it obvious to the newbie in the room.

Jungkook makes a face. “Shes’s the girl I brought home.”

The elder stops a smile from forming on his lips. He whispers back while Aera settles herself on the couch Jungkook just stood up from. “Again, serves you right, you dick.”

There came the sounds again. The sounds that drove Jungkook insane. They used to be solely only for him to hear: him being the cause of all the moans, the whimpers, the pants that Hyejin would make. He’d be right in between her legs, tongue flat against the folds of her womanhood, and she’d be in absolute euphoria, red lips parted open, pretty eyes shut tight as she’d yell his name out for the entire neighborhood to hear.

But that was before he fucked up.

“Taehyung - fuck, I’m cumming!” 

He could hear them. Hell, he could feel them. The constant banging of Taehyung’s bed against the wall vibrated against his headboard, causing him to scowl.

“Why the hell are they fucking on a weekday?” he hisses to himself as he lies on his bed. “Fucking pricks.”

He sits up, lets out a frustrated sigh, and buries his face into the palms of his rough hands. The man gets on his feet, grabs his jacket, taking a box of cigarettes and stuffing them in his pocket along with his favorite lighter, and walks out of the shared apartment. Of course, he doesn’t fail to bang the doors loud enough when he left, hoping to disrupt the other two who were deeply engaged in their activities. That seemed to fail though, there was no pause in the sounds that managed to seep even through the thick walls. He rolls his eyes as his feet walk take steps to the elevator.

He was already stressed enough with the deadline for the album he and Yoongi were working on. The two composers only had three months to work on ten songs - it was nearly impossible. The deadline was drawing close and it was probably the stress that caused him to act out on impulse. That’s how he lost his Hyejin. But still... he was angry. She was just adding up to more stress. What was he expecting? He was much younger than she was. She needed someone to take care of her too but he was never there.

“Ah, fuck,” he curses, stomping his way out of the elevator and marching outside of the doors. 

The streets around his neighborhood were quiet at night. Of course, he could hear some cars honking here and there, some cars beeping to signify they’d been locked, and some dogs barking and cats screeching, but they were all very faint. Walking at night was usually not dangerous - there were guards that liked to patrol every now and then - but the man kept a pocketknife with him at all times nonetheless. 

Jungkook strolls around, just breathing in the fresh air to free himself of further tension. He wants to get rid of everything bad in his life. How hard could that be? All he had to do was run away. That was a stupid thought - he was doing so well at work. Whatever.

He could hear laughter and chattering and his head swings upwards to see a couple wearing uniforms. High school kids most likely. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous - he had never actually experienced that kind of love. One where it was just about being happy with each other, all innocent and pure. Puppy love.

He had been thrown into the music industry at such a young age, exposed to the wonders of the adult world. His talent for composing was beyond his age, hence, his having to work with people much older than he was. All the exposure to alcohol and older friends and women lead him to follow exactly what they did. Perhaps that was the only naive and innocent act he’s ever done: to follow what adults did, just as children would follow their parents. Other than that, he only knew of lust and love built on sex - but never the one that just brought him genuine joy. That’s what his songs lacked: sincerity.

He turns at a corner, finding a small pathway leading to the other side of the neighborhood with a few houses and the backdoors of shops separated by red brick walls on both sides. He lies lazily against a wall, taking out his cigarette and lighting one, sticking it in between his lips. 

“Damn it, Yoojin, do you really think that was necessary?” 

Jungkook turns his head to the right, where the source of the voice stemmed from. He could only see the silhouette heads of two people standing behind one of the walls: a man who looked a little chubby and a much smaller girl. The man was clearly scolding her, hands up in the air in frustration, as the girl bows her head in shame. 

“I-I just didn’t think it was right!” she argued back.

“So what? They’re customers-”

“They were touching Mina!” she presses on. “Inappropriately too!”

“That’s Mina’s problem!” the male yells. “Don’t even think about your paycheck for this month.”

“Sir, wait, no!”

And a door was slammed. After a few minutes, Jungkook puffing circles of smoke in that duration, he hears footsteps coming  his way and a few sniffles and sobs here and there. She was still covered by the shadows, Jungkook curiously staring at the vague figure as she approaches. Shameless? Yes, but did he care? No.

And then she reveals herself. Jungkook almost chokes on the smoke he was inhaling. It was her again. She looks up at him, stopping curtly in her tracks, eyes puffy and cheeks red from the crying she did. The man’s eyes widen, shying away from hers a little, but she walks away after recognizing him, faster than before.

“Wait!” he calls out, stopping her once again. “I...I’m sorry about that night!”

She barely looks over her shoulder, eyes cold. “It’s okay.”

He jogs over to her, grabbing her by the wrist. “Look, I’m not that type of person - I was just drunk-”

She flinches at his touch, trying to escape from him. He loosens his grip on her, forgetting that he did touch her without her consent - maybe being close to her wasn’t even a good idea. Jungkook purses his lips, wanting some sort of approval from the latter, as he takes his hand off completely off of her. He takes out his pack, picking op a cigarette and offering it to her suggestively. She looks at it, then at him, shaking her head. “I... I don’t smoke.”

He couldn’t hide the surprise on his face - he hasn’t met a woman who didn’t smoke yet. Jungkook knows they exist, he just never actually talked to one. “Oh.”

“It’s really okay-” she sighs, finally understanding that he wasn’t like that, but he stops her from saying more.

“Hey, you know what...” he says, throwing his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it to put out the fire. At times like these, he knew people needed to be heard. He was once one of them too, all alone and sad, just wanting for someone to listen to them. “There’s a little park nearby. The swings are kinda rusty but they work well - I could lend you my ear as an act of apology?”

The girl blinks. Jungkook couldn’t read her expression. “Why are you so eager?”

Right? Why was he so eager? Jungkook didn’t know either. He just wanted to rectify his wrongdoings. After seeing her devastated state and hearing what had happened, he was sure he’d be more stressed out and guilty once he gets home. “I just feel bad,” he explains.

A friendly smile forms on his face. “Again, Jeon Jungkook.”

She takes a moment, scanning him from head to toe. She bites her lip. “ Choi Yoojin,” she introduces herself hesitantly.

A/N: Quite a boring chapter, but I hope you guys liked it nonetheless. Chapter three will be coming soon and I hopefully finish fixing my blog soon! Please do send in asks - they motivate me a lot. 

‘I’d fuck Taehyung all week if I could,’

Jungkook knew very well he had brought the whole situation to happen. If anything, this was all on him. After all, he was the one who asked for a break, despite there being no problems in their relationship. There weren’t any rules to their little break either - so was he really expecting his girlfriend(ex-girlfriend?) to stay completely loyal to him? They were both adults with incredibly high sex drives - if he could go out there, why couldn’t she?

But still, it irked him. And that’s why he was back at the club, waving a small hand at the bartender who had already recognized the regular guest without even having to take a single look. He scans through the tight crowd, all of them too intoxicated or too busy dancing to realize anyone staring at them at all, but to his dismay, he found no body pretty enough to get blood rushing down his dick or a face soothing enough to calm his mood down. Of course, he couldn’t ignore the other spots besides the dance floor. So, he looks to his left and he was very much satisfied upon seeing a pair of pretty pink lips taking a sip from her drink, shyly observing the same scenery as he was a few seconds ago.

She was clad in a mini skirt, a skirt far too short Jungkook presumed as she kept fiddling with the ends of the skirt and pulling it down. Nonetheless, she was beautiful and incredibly alluring. At least, that’s the vibe she gave. Jungkook was tired of the whole femme fatale strong sex appeal thing - this girl was sure to give him a good time. Only one word to describe her: a cute babygirl. Though he’d been staring at her for a good couple minutes, she seemed to have not even noticed his presence. So Jungkook makes it noticeable.

“What’s a cutie like you doing sitting alone here, hm?” he asks sultrily, taking a seat right next to her.

She takes no notice of his intentions, or rather, brushes it away oddly politely. “Just accompanying my friends.”

Jungkook was so horny (and angry) that he wastes no time in trying to get his catch for the night. He slides his hand up her exposed thigh, making the girl flinch. “How about you accompany me for the night?”

But he was surprised to find the look of shock etched on her face. Her eyes glistened, not with interest in the raven-haired boy, but they glistened with fear. She tries to move further away, but Jungkook only inches closer, holding her by her wrists.

“Come on, love, no need to be shy-”

“I think this pretty lady doesn’t want to waste her time with a prick like you,” a voice interrupts Jungkook’s attempt at getting the girl of the night.

He turns to find a tall male and the girl scurries off to hide behind him. Ah, perhaps she was taken?

“She your girl?” Jungkook boldly asks despite actually feeling a little embarrassed. She was too pretty to be single anyways.

The man takes one look at the girl behind him, checking if she was okay, and turns back to sternly look at Jungkook. “If I said yes, you’d leave her be?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, annoyed with the interruption. Clearly they weren’t together, so he decides to walk away, but before he does, he catches a glimpse of the tears forming on her lids. Strangely, he felt a tug at his heart.

“Fuck-” Jungkook hisses, his hips slamming onto the poor girl’s already red ass cheeks, increasing his pace as he feels himself nearing his orgasm.

“Hm, fuck me h-harder!” she demands, pushing herself back onto him desperately and sloppily.

And within seconds, Jungkook had released himself inside the girl whose name he couldn’t even remember. He’d collapsed next to the stranger, satisfied of relieving himself of his anger and jealousy. But that only lasted for a few seconds and he thought of her again.

God, Hyejin was insane. Hyejin drove him insane. He missed her so much... her  body... her scent... just her. And though the apartment was silent right now, he knew that just ten feet away in the other room, Hyejin was baring herself naked next to an equally naked Taehyung. Both were probably worn out from their activities, just as Jungkook was now - except Jungkook probably would have enjoyed it more had it been with Hyejin.

He takes a deep breath, getting up from his bed. The sex tonight might not have been all that enjoyable but it was intense and all he wanted after such intensity was a cold glass of water. So he walks to the kitchen, surprised to find a half-naked Hyejin standing by the refrigerator with a glass of water in her hands.

He eyes her body from head to toe, noticing that she was wearing lingerie that he had bought for her. He scoffs, pushing her slightly out of the way. “At least change your god damn lingerie if you’re gonna be fucking my roommate.”

She lets out a wicked laugh, almost as if mocking him. “Annoyed that it’s not your dick I sucked tonight?”

Albeit the feeling of anger slowly rising up in him, Jungkook smirks, chugging water down straight from the jug. Screw the cup. “Why would I be? I, at least, get different girls every night.”

Hyejin rolls her eyes, obviously shot down by his comment and takes her leave, not wanting her night to get ruined. Jungkook knows he should have been mad, just pure anger stemming from the depths of his soul, and yet, he couldn’t help but think of the way she looked absolutely delicious in that attire. He lets out a quiet groan - looks like his little friend needed help again.

“Don’t forget my coffee, Kook!” Yoongi exclaims over the phone.

Jungkook nods to himself. Yoongi couldn’t see that but it’s not like he needed to - Jungkook was an obedient one. It had been days since that blood-boiling encounter and that rather humiliating attempt of his to pick up a girl. Come to think of it, that was the first girl who he hadn’t brought home. He shakes the thoughts away, not wanting to remember that night either. The girl he took home that night (whose name he finally figures out to be Aera) left quite a slap mark on his face. Taehyung laughed at it which only increased Jungkook’s minus points for the latter.

There was a new cafe opening at a spot near his and Taehyung’s apartment. Jungkook, though not exactly a fan of coffee, was an adult who needed boost early in the mornings after certain exhausting activities. Not to mention, Yoongi, his co-worker, loved the smell of brewed coffee. Hell, his studio smelt of nothing but coffee beans. So Jungkook drives there, deciding today would be a perfect day to check it out.

It was a pretty cafe, one that immediately caught Jungkook’s attention with its earthly tones even from the outside. It had big glass windows that made the interior design slightly evident if you’d walk pass it, and its walls inside and out were made of mahogany. Simple, but pretty. Jungkook parks at an empty spot right in front of the entrance, getting off and locking his car.

He enters, the smell of brewed coffee immediately entrancing the boy. He could smell fresh bread too. Perhaps, he could grab a bite. He walks forward, deciding that his top priority would be to get to work on time, but then he stops abruptly, staring straight at the girl behind the counter. 

Oh no, he thought.

A/N; thank you so much for reading. I’m pretty sure there are mistakes somewhere up there with a lot of obscure descriptions of places/scenes, but please bare with me. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Thank you so much for reading! :)