"And then he's like "I'm breaking up with you" What a jerk!" You huffed and sat on the bed.

"I know! what a bitch" Jungkook agreed, with the same energy.

"But I don't get why he broke up with me" You pouted.

"I loved him, Kookie"

"Sometimes you just gotta let go off people" He just shrugged.

"But stop fussing over it. It's just a fanfiction."

"IT'S NEVER JUST A FANFICTION JUNGKOOK!!"

"OK SORRY" He threw his hands in the air.

"But you know if there was a parallel universe, then maybe I could've married Junh-

"NO WHAT THE HELL?! YOU WOULD DATE ME EVEN IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE"

"But that would end the whole point of parallel universe."

"Then maybe I could have protective siblings and you could've been a mafia boss. You would pull off the look" He shrugged.

"Really? Have you ever imagined me as one?" He nodded.

"Black overalls. Like a skin tight top and high waisted jeans. A gun case tied on your waist. Heeled boots, but no more than 2 inches. High ponytail. You'd look hot." You blushed while he casually spoke.

"Shut up" You mumbled. 

"Jungkook."

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk about something you don't like talking about?" He sighed

"Is it about my trauma" You nodded.

"Babe, I told you, I'm fine now"

"No Jungkook. You can't just pretend to be fine. It's not healthy for a 20 year old to be this cold. Babe, you and your sister both need therapy."

"Therapy?! Y/n, where is this coming fr-,'

"Kookie, listen, I love you. I want the best for you. Moreover, you can't live with this burden forever. Plus if it's about being a mafia, then y'know...get a therapist like you got a mafia stuff doctor" 

"No, Y/n, it's pointless. Please let it go!"

 Jungkook please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

"No Y/n...moreover, I only listen to me and myself"

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"And you, apparently" Jungkook, once again mumbled, sitting with you in front of a woman. She had red hair with wolf bangs that complimented her frizzy hair.

"I'm gonna leave. Bye, love you" You blew a kiss and closed the door.

"So, Mr. Jeon" The therapist started as Jungkook fidgeted with stuff on his office table.

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𝐹𝑒𝓌 == weeks == 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇:

"How was your session?" He came and sat next to you on the couch that was in his small little condo.

"Good."

You'd noticed that Jungkook was way better after the therapy. He was stress-free, expressed his emotions more. and...

He had given you a full smile.

Just 2 days back. 

It made your heart race fast. His bunny teeth showed themselves, when his lips curved. You were so excited that you jumped on him to kiss him, which explained your bandaged hand.

Obviously, a cold, traumatized and injured heart couldn't heal because of a relationship. It could melt...but never heal. He needed proper help and you were glad he was getting it.

The bell rang, snapping you from a trail of thoughts.

You got up--after fighting with Jungkook over who will open the door-- and went towards the main door.

"Oh..." A familiar face was in front of your eyes as you turned to look back at Jungkook who was striding towards you.

"Oh Xiumin" A sly smirk captured Jungkook's face as he placed his hand on your waist. You tried controlling your laugh seeing the look on Xiumin's face. You knew what Jungkook was doing. And it was funny.

"Uh...Boss...I-I have...the...uh...file on HRI" He handed some papers to Jungkook.

"Ok. Babe...why don't you go inside. I'll be there in a minute." You obediently nodded and pecked his lips--out of habit--but someone thought it was to make him jealous. 

You went inside and closed the door, waiting for Jungkook to finish his work.

Xiumin grit his teeth. That should've been him. Kissing you. Holding you. Calling you nicknames. Instead it was his boss. He could barely do anything about it. 

Jungkook had known Xiumin long enough to know that if you stayed in the living room, any longer, you would've been under stares neither of you would like. 

"Okay, show me quickly. I am going on a date with my girlfriend" Jungkook flipped through the papers.

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You laughed.

"Of course you did it on purpose!!" He chuckled a bit.

"What about you kissing me before going to the room?!" 

"That was habitual" 

"Sure it was" He rolled his eyes.

"So do we really have date plans or that was to make him jealous?"

"You wanna go on a date?" He raised a brow.

"Let's go" You jumped off the bed and followed him out.

You guys were in 'Friendly Beans'

"You know I had a dream yesterday" You smiled, refreshing the memories.

"About me?" He raised an eye, sipping on his frappuccino .

"Yup"

"What about me"

"It was night. We were on this huge building seeing Seoul. It was so beautiful. But maybe it's just meant to be a dream" You shrugged.

"If your sisters allowed you to stay out after 8, I would've taken you to-

His phone rang. He glanced at the screen, for a split second before swiping it under the table, ending the call.

"You need to take it?"

"No, it's okay".

He kept the phone back again on the table and sipped his iced coffee.

His phone rang again.

He quickly ended the call.

And again...

But only this time, you could see the name.

Lisa...

Why was she calling him? 

I knoww!! I'm not supposed to be insecure! They never dated-dated. 

...But they did sleep together...

But that didn't mean anything!

But your first time means alot.

But he would never cheat!

THEN WHY WAS THE WOMAN CALLING HIM?!?!

"You guys still talk?" You mumbled, embarrassed.

But you didn't know what EXACTLY you were embarrassed for. Doubting him? The awkward questioning or the insecurity.

"What?" His brows crashed.

"Are you...maybe...jealous...?" He smirked.

"What the hell? No! I was just asking!"

"Of course you were" He playfully rolled his eyes.

"Jungkook!!" I whined.

"Y/nn!!" He mocked me, earning a glare.

He sighed.

"Jokes apart...but babe...you have nothing to worry about. I never liked her. It's always been you and nothing changes that."

He placed a palm on yours.

You smiled.

You were never like this but...

A few days back, when you were chilling in his room, your eyes captured a pink envelope. The one Lisa gave you to give it to him.

You saw him toss it into a cupboard. In a drawer that holds all the junk.

So why was it even out again? You obviously decided not to ask because, let's just say you were not a creep.

"So how are your friends?" He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"They're fine" 

"So when do I meet them?" He asked.

"Why do you want to meet my friends" Your brows crashed.

"Don't girls usually do that?

"Well, yeah but y'know with the...mafia...thing." You whispered the 'mafia' bit. 

"...I didn't think I was supposed to introduce you" You continued.

"There's no such problem with introducing me. But only as long as you're comfortable." He shrugged.

"Are you kidding?! I have been lowkey despo to introduce you guys!" You giggled, sipping on your coffee.

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_To Be Continued_