#jungkook romance
Forget me not
✿: Jungkook x Reader
✿ : The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.
Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.
✿ : Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU
✿ /: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.
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Jungkook was a mistake you saw coming from a mile away. His smile, his voice, the way he dressed, everything screamed “We both are going to need therapy very soon!”. So you decided very early that you’d not entertain or humor him in any way, shape or form, not sparing a single glance in his direction, keeping your distance and indifference.
Little did you know, indifference was the one thing he could not stand.
Jungkook could handle rejection, mockery and even anger. At this point, he was used to the violent aftermath of his short and sordid affairs.
Angry tears and shouted voicemails no longer fazed him, being sort of an occupational hazard, an expected outcome to his fuckboy lifestyle. Crying girls didn’t move him, no matter how much they sobbed. Jungkook was fully prepared to deal with any sort of hard feelings left behind a one night stand.
Except, of course, apathy.
Talented, funny and charming, Jungkook was born and raised in the spotlight. He grew and thrived under praise and attention. Even then, in his most rebellious phase, he was still loved by his family and adored by his peers. Older and more infamous, Jungkook was still golden to everyone.
Except, of course, you.
At first, it didn’t really bother him. You were just a girl in his class that didn’t actually pay that much attention to him, which was fine, since he had all the attention he could possibly need. But then he started noticing other things - like how you didn’t laugh when he cracked a joke out loud or the way you never acknowledged his presence even outside of the lecture hall.
Those little acts of disinterest very quickly started getting under his skin, annoyance growing when he saw you interacting with anyone but him, smiling and waving at his colleagues but seeing right through him until it all culminated into him cornering you after class, determined in catching your eyes and making you notice him, if only to understand why you didn’t before.
“Hey” he said, leaning on your desk as you put your things away, other students long gone “have we met? You look familiar”
You looked up, reluctantly meeting his stare with a deadpan look “Yes, we have both been in this class for months” your delivery was dry and disengaged.
“No, that’s not it” he followed you as you started to walk away, flinging your backpack over your shoulder and almost hitting his face “I think I’ve seen you before this”
You did not answer, just quickened your steps, but he carried on, getting desperate “Maybe in my dreams”
Your steps faltered and for a moment he thought he had you “Or maybe” you turned slightly to him, picking up your pace “in your nightmares. Like those where someone is trying to chase you with a machete and you try to run, but can’t, so you get stuck in a morbid fantasy which later leads to subconscious oneiric trauma, deeply harming your sleep schedule. Maybe I’m your sleep paralysis demon.”
That was not the answer he was expecting, if he was expecting any at all. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, goosebumps on his skin from fear and an inexplicable, slightly questionable attraction. You did not look back, leaving him flabbergasted in your wake “Let’s not stick around to find out which one!”
That day, Jungkook went home and googled what oneiric meant, head full of obstinate fascination, determined to understand why you hated him and how to change that.
Fast forward to a few weeks later and Jungkook completely understood why you hated him. In fact, your hatred was expected and justified, which was why he left your bed early enough to not have to deal with it, slipping through your sleeping fingers.
“I can’t believe you just left.” Taehyung, his friend, told him later. They were hanging out at the campus cafe, waiting for the first class of the day to start.
Jimin snorted from beside him “Have you met Jungkook before? He never stays around.”
Jungkook nodded, eyes darting around looking for you, ready to run at the sight of a single strand of your hair.
“It just sounds counterproductive, that’s all.” Taehyung continued “You spend weeks running after this girl despite her apparently hating your guts, finally gets her to go out with you just to tap out after one night? Why go through all the trouble? Just to get your ass kicked? Is it like a pain kink or a death wish sort of thing?”
“I think it’s a ‘I need psychological evaluation’ sort of thing” Jimin added teasingly.
Jungkook groaned, covering his face with his large hands “Maybe it’s a ‘mind your fucking business’ kind of thing”.
“Well, your fucking business is coming our way, so maybe you shoud start minding it for a change”
Jungkook’s head snapped up so quickly his neck cracked loudly, his eyes finding you in the crowd easily after several days worth of practice. You were just walking in, on your phone, the backpack you always carried hanging by one shoulder strap, swinging as you walked up to the end of the ordering line, close enough to his table that he could listen to snippets of your conversation “Jane, please, we have talked about this… Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…” you shifted in place, rolling your eyes before accidentally meeting Jungkook’s stare.
He froze, eyes locked unblinking, holding his breath while his friends watched his demise with nothing but amusement.
But then you blinked twice, frowned and looked away. “Some guy is staring at me” he heard you say, voice weary “I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you glanced at him again quickly, looking creeped out “of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal… You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”
And with that you exited the place, once again leaving behind a very confused Jungkook, his now perpetual state.
“Dude, I thought you said you fucked her?”
“I did.”
“Did you forget to tell her?”
“Or did you just get to the ultimate level of being a whore, where you don’t even have to sleep with people, you just have to believe you did? Sort of like being a manifestation slut, sending horny energies into the universe…”
“Oh my God, shut up!” Jungkook snapped “Of course I slept with her! Why would I lie about shit like this?”
Jimin shrugged “Because maybe you couldn’t get her to actually sleep with you?”
Now that got Jungkook blood boiling, never being one to take jabs at his abilities lightly.
“Come to think of it, have we ever seen those two together?”
Jungkook had heard enough, standing and flipping his sniggering friends off before storming off after you.
He did not know what kind of game you were playing or if this was some sort of weird comping mechanism you had, but he was determined to set his record straight. Despite the less than stelar state of your now dead non-relationship, you had a history together that had to be acknowledged, afterall Jungkook lived for the recognition of his accomplishments and he would not allow you to tarnish his carefully and purposefully dirty reputation by turning him into a liar.
Or even worse, someone you could just forget.
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Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x scientist!reader
Theme: Assassin au, agent!jungkook, doctor!reader, angst, sci-fi
Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.
Warning: swearing and adult language
Emerald eyes followed the odd pair as they approached the building, entering through the front doors like everyone else. He needed to let the boss know, they couldn’t let them leave just like that, they needed the girl, she was the key to all of this.
“You go up there and I’ll stay here,” Yn said, folding her hands across her chest, she wasn’t going up there and risking her life for a stupid little bag.
Jungkook stared at her, bewildered, was this girl for real??, “ look,” he signed, his patience wearing thin, “I know I said this before and I’ll say it again, we are a fucking team and that means we move together, I’m not leaving you here alone,” he contended.
“It’s a bag Jungkook, we don’t need two people to go get a bag,” Yn countered, Jungkook took a deep breath, he didn’t want to fight, at least not right now.
“If I have to make a run for it from up there, you’ll be left all alone here, if you one with me, we can run together,” Jungkook theorized, hoping that she’d understand, and she did understand, because she followed him upstairs, floor after floor till they reached the metal doors of the terrace.
They pushed the metal door open as quietly as possible, surprised that there was no one there, only the sniper rifle on its stand. The two of them had their guns out, held close to them, ready to shoot if needed as they stepped onto the terrace.
“Stay here,” Jungkook instructed, shoving her back onto the end of the staircase. He didn’t want anyone who might be on this terrace to even get a glance at her.
He strode out towards where his bag was, he could see it quite clearly despite the darkness of night. He was thinking about how loud his footsteps were when he heard the sound of shoes hitting the concrete, he spun around, coming face to face with someone who was dressed quite similarly to him, from the tank top to the chunky boots.
“It was you,” Jungkook accused, looking at the guy who was looking a little too smug right now. “It was me,” the guy answered, shrugging carelessly.
“You little bitch,” Jungkook swore, punching the guy in the arm, “YOU SHOT AT ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT,” He whisper yelled when they both heard the thud of someone falling to the group.
Jungkook swore as he grabbed his bag, pushing past the guy to get to yn when he was stopped by him. “Look, just leave her and go hyung, it’s pointless to take her with you,” he urged, his suggestion sounding absurd to Jungkook.
“I can’t just leave her behind, she’s in danger,” Jungkook argued, trying to push past him, “you can jungkook, don’t you get it, as long as you have the girl with you, you’re on the list, they want the girl, not you,” he hissed.
“Listen Yeonjun, YOU might be able to leave people behind but I can’t, just let me go,” Jungkook fumed when they hear Yn’s voice, “Dude, did you die??” She called out.
“If you’re not going to listen to me, I don’t have a choice Hyung, I’m sorry,” Yeonjun whispered before shoving him away.
He was light on his feet as he made a dash for the scientist girl, Jungkook at his heel. She had her gun raised, but he doubted she could even shoot, much less shoot accurately enough to hurt him.
He grabbed her gun before she could react, putting it to her temple but Yn only seemed a little spooked, “Yeonjun LET HER GO,” Jungkook growled as he stepped forward.
“Hyung you should leave, I can’t believe you’re willing to throw all that preparation for a little nerd like her,” Yeonjun taunted, his grip on Yn firm.
Her face was unusually red and Jungkook worried about her safety but his concerns simmered down when Yeonjun’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground taking Yn down with him.
Yn pulled herself away from him, grabbing her glock simultaneously before kicking Yeonjun’s side, “stupid asshole,” she snarled before looking up at Jungkook who stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Did you kill him?” He asked, kneeling to check the boy’s breathing, “No, I’m not a monster okay, he’s just unconscious, now can we leave,” she demanded and Jungkook obliged, following her to the staircase when an idea hit him.
He rushed back to Yeonjun’s side before digging into his pockets, pulling out a set is fancy car keys before joining Yn again.
They took the elevator this time, riding all the way down to the basement in which Yeonjun’s car was supposed to be.
Jungkook clicked the button on the keys and a red Honda civic beeped on the end of the parking space, it was a popular car, used by many, one wouldn’t notice a Honda civic among the many other Honda civics.
The two got in immediately, Yn placed her bag by her feet while Jungkook wiggled out of the t-shirt that was now drenched in sweat, tossing the gross smelling cloth into the back seat, he pulled his weapons off one by one.
“Hold this,” he instructed yn, handing her his favorite weapons before shoving the rest into his bag. He pulled his tank top off as well making Yn look at him in horror.
“Stop starting,” Jungkook said as he fished a white t-shirt out of his bag, and yn immediately looked away, staring out of the window instead, Jungkook smiled as he pulled the shirt on before turning the keys in the ignition, reversing out of the parking spot.
“where are we going?” She asked as they waited for the car ahead of them to move. They were close to the edge of the city and Jungkook couldn’t wait to leave the city and go onto the highway.
“Jeju,” he answered simply, not taking his eyes off the wheel. “Jeju? What’s over there?” Yn asked as she got comfortable in her seat, kicking her legs up onto the dash board.
“Friends,” he answered when he heard rustling. He turned his head to see Yn digging into her bag, fishing out the bag of beef jerky she had stuffed into it and he felt grateful for the snack, he was hungry.
“Do you have anyone to call? Let them know you’re leaving or something? You can use my phone,” Jungkook offered as he shifted gears.
“Nope, no one, do you need me to call someone for you?” She asked, bringing a piece of beef jerky close to his mouth. “No one that I can think of,” he answered, biting the beef jerky straight out of her hand.
The car quietened down as they passed through various exits, Busan wasn’t far but it wasn’t too close either, it would take a while for them to get there.
Yn yawned wide as she pulled herself awake, looking around to see the empty car seat next to her. Her eyes flew open at the realization that they had come to a stop and Jungkook wasn’t where he was supposed to be.
She yanked the door open, stepping outside to see Jungkook sitting on the hood looking at the sky.
“Why did we stop? Where are we?” She asked, approaching him.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Jungkook acknowledged, moving aside to make space for her. “We’re out of gas and we’re like only halfway there,” Jungkook answered, looking up at the stars that freckled the night sky.
“OUT OF GAS?” Yn exclaimed eyes wide at the bad news she had just received. “Calm down, it’s not a big deal, we’ll just be a little late,” Jungkook elucidated, offering her his hand.
“Where are we even,” Yn asked, pulling herself onto the hood as well using Jungkook’s hand. “We just entered Cheongnam-do,” he answered.
Yn nodded, staring at the sky as well, all around them was darkness other than a speck of light in the distance.
“I don’t think we’ll get to Busan till tomorrow afternoon so maybe rest up while you can,” he suggested, yn nodded in reply, she had just woken up, she was rested enough.
“Maybe you should get some sleep, I’ll look out for other vehicles,” she offered but he refused, he couldn’t sleep will he reached the warm, cozy bed that was waiting for him in Jeju.
Jungkook checked the time, 2:30 a.m., he didn’t think there would be any vehicle passing by so late, most trucks and vans passed started at 4 a.m. so they had plenty of time.
“At least the sky is clear,” Yn hummed, staring up at the freckled void, not a cloud in sight, it was peaceful, letting her mind wander to everything that had happened today when Jungkook shattered the silence.
“Will Yeonjun be awake by now?” He asked, Yn nodded, “he must be,” she agreed, she hadn’t given the boy a large dose, only a little, to knock him out for that moment.
“What did you even do to him?” He prodded, genuinely concerned about how the young lad had fallen to the ground so easily. “I didn’t do anything, just gave him some narcotics,” she shrugged, pulling the syringe out of her pocket to show him.
His eyes widened when he saw the shiny tip of the needle, “who even are you?” He questioned, bewildered at the equipment this girl had.
“Hwang Yn,” she answered, flicking her hair with a smug look on her face, Jungkook rolled his eyes but then realized that she had just given him her name, “Yn?” He repeated, the name sounding foreign on his tongue and he was sure he had totally messed up the pronunciation.
She hummed in response but Jungkook wasn’t one who got distracted so easily. “I didn’t ask for your name Yn, I asked you why you have a syringe with narcotics in it,” Jungkook fumed, not letting her change the topic.
“Oh, would you look at the time!” Yn exclaimed, looking down at her empty wrist, “time to get some sleep, have fun!” She added as she jamp off the hood, skipping to the front seat, leaving Jungkook wondering about what other tricks this girl had up her sleeve.
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