Dance

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My cheeks burned incredibly from his comment.

"Did you just call me sexy?" I️ squealed.

He moves his lips closer to my ear. He was so close that I️ was afraid he was actually going to bite me, but someone interrupts him.

      "Wow Jungkook, you and your girlfriend got a lot of chemistry."

      Jungkook quickly removes his hands from my hips and coughs awkwardly.

"That's right, Namjoon." He smirks at the spectator observing us.

I️ turn around, wide eyed, and find Namjoon standing before me. He was dressed in an expensive tuxedo, with a silver earring in only his right ear. His hair was gelled back.

I️ hated to admit it, but the man who shot me in the leg looked really handsome. That damn Namjoon was always winning.

And now that I️ think about it..that's probably why Jungkook was being so flirty with me. Because Namjoon was watching us, and he had to put on a show to convince his brother that I️ was actually dating him. Jungkook probably didn't like me that way.

"You clean up nice, y/n. Did you clean up your leg as well?" Namjoon cackles evilly.

Of course he had to bring that up. And he wasn't even ashamed of his actions, Namjoon was proud.

"No thanks to you, you - jerkbutt." I stuttered.

"Jerkbutt. Wow. Ladies and gentlemen, let's applaud her for the clapback of the century," Namjoon claps and the gaggle of people around us do so, as well.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and stands in front of me, protectively. "Don't you have something else to do, like attending to your date?"

"Oh yeah, my date. C'mon baby grill, where ya at?" Namjoon called out.

A perky voice called out from one of the tables with food. "Coming, my god of destruction!"

I️ stare at the ground, still disgusted with Namjoon's presence. I️ was not in the mood to socialize with any of Namjoon's girlfriends. She's probably some trashy, gun loving weirdo-

"Oh my god. This can't be." Jungkook gasps.

"Huh?" I️ look up and I'm much more surprised than Jungkook. I️ almost fall to my knees from the sight.

Standing in front of me, linking arms with Namjoon and dressed in a low cut designer dress, was my one and only "loyal" best friend...

Bora.

"How could you?" I️ yelled, not caring about the attention I️ was drawing.

Jungkook places his arm on my waist. "Y/n calm down-"

I️ remove his arm. "How can I️ calm down when the one person who's on my side, the one person who I️ confided to what Namjoon has done to me, is dating my arch enemy??"

Namjoon looks like he's about to gag. "We're not dating. We're just ya know, friends with benefits. And what's it to you? Shouldn't you be a good person and support who makes your friend happy?" He places his arm around Bora.

Bora looks at him with love, and snuggles her head into his chest. Namjoon looks like he's about to vomit, but doesn't stop her.

Oh, I️ know what's going on here. Namjoon is using Bora's naivety and her crush on him to piss me off. I️ don't know why, but he's just a sadist who feeds off my pain. Well, I️ wasn't going to let him have it.

I️ tried to calm myself down. I️ slowly breathed through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. Don't let him get under your nerves, y/n.

"Well, good luck to you guys. Honestly, I'm rooting for you," I️ enthusiastically lied through my teeth.

Now it was Bora's term to be surprised. "Really?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah, you guys do you own thing and we'll have our own fun. C'mon Jungkook, let's hit the dance floor." I️ grab Jungkook's hand and we walk away.

Jungkook looks at me wide eyed when we're on the way to the midst of the ballroom to dance. "Are you sure y/n? Because I️ don't want to pressure you-"

"Yes, Jungkook. Namjoon is clearly trying to get under my skin, and I️ don't want him to know how much he can bug me. I want him to know, regardless of his annoying presence, I can enjoy myself. Now, let's get funky," I command him.

Jungkook snorts. "Let's get funky? Y/n, have you even danced before? Have you even been to a party?" He raised his eyebrow, cockily.

"Uh, yes I've actually crashed a party on the night before you-" I widen my eyes. I realized I was talking about the night I confronted him about how much I disliked him. The next day, the school announced he was dead because he ended his own life and I had to travel back in time to fix everything-

I gulped. "No, Jungkook. I haven't danced or been to a party before." I bite my lip and wipe my clammy hands on my dress. It was suddenly very hard to breathe.

     Jungkook places his hand on my shoulder. "Y/n are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I️ don't move away from his touch. I promised to be his fake girlfriend tonight and that was exactly what I️ was going to do. I️ wasn't going to fail him like I️ failed him before.

I️ place my own hands on his cheeks. Jungkook widens his eyes from my proximity.

"Jungkook, just know that I️ could never hate you, Okay? We had a lot of heat between us in the past, but that's all resolved now. We're friends. And I️ can be a cranky human sometimes, but don't take any of the mean things I️ say seriously. I️ genuinely care about you." I️ confess everything that's been consuming my mind.

He closes his eyes, relivishing in my touch. "You don't know how long and how much I️ wanted to hear you say that. But, if you genuinely care about me, you need to do something for me."

"What?"

"I'm going to reach you how to dance and have fun at a party. And you're going to like it."

       I roll my eyes. "Please Jungkook, I️ just said to go to the dance floor as a spontaneous action. I didn't actually mean it."

       "Well, we're already here."

I try to release from myself his grasp, but he holds my arm firm. He won't let me move.

"Do you know any dance moves?" He asks.

"Uhh, no," I admitted.

"C'mon, the sprinkler? Gangnam Style? Do you at least know the dab?"

"Dab? Jungkook, did you spill a drink on your jacket and need a napkin to dab the liquid off?" My eyes hurriedly search a table a few feet away for a napkin or cloth.

Jungkook grabs my hand to stop me from going. "No, that's not what I️ meant. I️ guess I'll show you how to dance."

     I️ bite my lip from nervousness.

"Nothing too complicated. Just copy me," he instructed me.

He swayed his hips really seductively and slowly to the beat of the music. I️ smack his shoulder.

"Dude, that's so... erotic! Are you sure we can even do that in a place like this?" I️ asked him.

"Loosen up, babe. Here," he waved his hand at a waiter who handed him a small glass.

        He gave it to me and I️ held it up to my nose.

       "Drink it," Jungkook instructed me.

        "Why should I️? Definitely doesn't smell like something I️ should be ingesting into my body." I️ scrunched my nose in disgust.

      "It's good for you. It'll release your stress...I know it does for me," he gets another glass from the waiter.

      I take another whiff of it. Why does it smell..so familiar?

Now that I think about it, it's definitely a smell I associate with Jungkook. He smells like this when he comes to school late. He smelled like this the night he was crying into my shoulder about his mother. He smelled like this the night I confronted him about his cruel behavior and the next day he took his own-

"Jungkook, are you an alcoholic?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this a short chapter but I wanted to put something up

OH YEAHH I posted a new mafia fanfiction, with Jungkook and taehyung as the main two leads again LOL. It's called "gangs or roses" and it's on my profile! Check it out and let me know what u think!

I know I'm working on 3 fanfics at one time but I just have all these ideas in me and I don't want them to go to waste lmao 🤷🏽‍♀️ thanks for putting up with my BS haha

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