❥ I know that Jungkook could never, but the key word is IMAGINE.
Also, pretty long so get comfortable ;)

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It was no secret the you and Jungkook did not get along well together to say the least.

It all started in your first day as a makeup artist in BigHit Entertainment company. In your opinion, the reason you got in the company was because of your talent, passion and your hard working self. But, some people, thought that the only reason you got in was because of your father that is a friend with Bang PD, also known as the CEO of the company.

*Flashback*
Nervously, with a shaky hand I twisted the door knob to the backstage room. You've got this I thought. With a last breath, I opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, something like 20 pairs of eyes turned in my direction. I gulped nervously as I looked around the room.

"Oh you must be the new makeup artist, don't you? I heard that you're coming today" a tall yet muscular man started saying as he approached me. "Kim Namjoon" he said as he fist bummed me.

Immediately I felt less nervous and relived. There was something in this man that made me feel comfortable and appreciated. Can't explain, just a feeling. "Nice to meet you. Y/n" I said with a smile.

"Bang PD told us to treat you nice, said that you're important for him. So welcome to the crew and let me do you a little tour and show you some new people." Namjoon said with a big smile that showed his cute dimples.

"Ok, just please treat me like how you treat to anyone else, I'm nothing special." I said as we walked across the room to where the members and some stuff were.

When we stood across from them, Namjoon clasped his hands together as he introduced me to everyone.

"...and that's it. Does someone would like to say something to Y/n?"

In the the right side of my eye I saw the one who I learned that his name is Jeon Jungkook, scoffing and rolling his eyes. "Jungkookie, anything you would like to say?" Namjoon asked.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side. "Not really except that I don't exactly appreciate that the only reason she's here is because she's somebody's favorite."

Ouch, I didn't except that.

*End of flashback *

And since then, it just kept going, on and on. In every chance he got, Jungkook kept reminding me and to everyone around us, that I'm here only because of favoritism. No matter how hard I tried to prove him that I actually ha a talent, he kept going.

I just got used to it as the time pass by, each comment, each eye roll, each saying. But the thing that hurt the most? I somehow managed to fall for him.

His passion that flooded out of him the second he's up on stage, his majestic voice, the amazing control he owns on his body when he dances, the way his nose scrunches up in the most cutest way when he giggles, the heartwarming smile that shows a pair of cute bunny teeth and overall, his handsomeness. All of that, and he hates me. For no reason. I'm so messed up...

"Hey Y/n" I heard a voice and then quickly snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh Jimin. Hey how are you?" I said with a smile as I watched him sit next to me on the couch.

"You were thinking about him again don't you?" He smiled teasingly. During this period of time that I've been here, Jimin became a really good friend of mine, that amount of good friend that one time I spilled everything to him about my true feelings.

I sighed as I let my head drop on his shoulder. "I hate that I'm feeling like this. He's here hating  me and here I am thinking about him 24/7." I said, staring blankly into a wall.

"He doesn't hate you Y/n, I keep on telling you that the man doesn't know how to interact correctly with woman, especially the ones that he finds attractive and nice. You aren't the problem here. Ever since you came here you showed nothing but exceptional talent and lovely self. He's the problem, again, not you." Jimin explained.

Does he really? If so, why he at least doesn't ignores me? Or pretend that I don't exist to make his 'I don't know how to interact with woman' easier? Why keep hurting me?

Processing the words, I shook my head as I kept staring at nothing. The silence was suddenly cut by the door that opened. "Jimin do you-" Jungkook said as he bursted through the door.

"Oh you're here with her..." he said with disguise in his voice. Jungkook leaned on the wall as he put his hands in his jeans's pockets.

I was already used to any kind of this comments so I wasn't surprised when he found another way to bring me down. Jimin rolled his eyes as he turned to look at Jungkook. "Do you need something?"

Jungkook nodded his head. "Yeah, can you come with me to bring coffee? Yoongi hyung and some of the other members want it but they're in hair and makeup right now and mine doesn't start now. I need help, I don't have ten hands." He said.

"I was about to go to hair and makeup as well, so I can't, but Y/n here doesn't have something in her schedule. She can go with you, right?" Jimin said as he looked at me.

I shook my head couple of times. "I don't want to Jimin..." I whispered as I opened my eyes wildly.

Rolling his eyes Jungkook said "You know I can hear you, I'm not deaf. I don't want it either, you aren't someone I would like to spent my spare time with even a second, but I need help. Now, can you come already?" Jungkook said harshly as he left the room, signaling me to follow him.

I sighed as I sent an 'I hate you' kind of glare to Jimin who just smiled smugly.

Quickly jogging to catch up with him, I finally made it. "So where's the coffee machine?" I asked after a minute of silent walk, trying to break the silence. Again, not that I was expecting something, silence. Maybe this kind of ignorance was is than the mean comments I thought.

Jungkook turned in one of the building's corridors and led us up the stairs. Finishing the stairs, across from us stood a coffee machine. After a long wait, four cups were made, two in my hands and the other two, in Jungkook's.

Carefully we started walking down the long stairs. Of course, Jungkook couldn't even care about my pace as he kept on rushing, while I took my time, carefully trying not to spill the coffee.

"Oh please, can you move just a bit faster?" Jungkook said as he kept going down the stairs, almost reaching the end of it, while I was still close to the top. "I'm trying, maybe you should go a bit slower?" I snapped.

"Omg you can't do nothing good enough. Every time I think that maybe this time you will do something correct, I need always to think again because you prove me wrong." He said harshly.

I huffed angrily. This boy will literally be the death of me. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN-" but I couldn't finish the sentence. My entire concentration was on talking rather then walking, so as I was busy in answering back, I didn't pay attention to the stairs and missed one of them in my way down. The coffee dropped out of my hands as I crashed down the stairs, losing control over my body. I yelped as I felt pain rushing through all of my body, as I kept rolling down the stairs until I stopped at the bottom.

"Y/N!" I heard Jungkook calling my name and the next thing I saw was his figure hovering over my body.

"Hurts. Hurts. Hurts." I kept on saying quietly.

"Where it hurts Y/N? I need you to tell me where it hurts." Jungkook asked concerned as he ran his eyes all over my body searching for any kind of injuries.

I let out a muffled cry as I couldn't get over the burn in my right leg. "For God's sake Y/n tell me where it hurts?!" Jungkook raised his voice until it cracked.

"My.. my leg hurts the most." I said while trying to hold back for more tears to come out.

"Ok, ok" Jungkook said as he nervously let his hands to go through his hair. I could see he was thinking about what he should do. "Ok Y/n, listen to me. I'm going to lift you up right now ok? But I need you to cooperate with me. I'm going to count until three and then lift you, but please I need you to try and hide the pain because I can't hear you like this. I can't." He said while looking directly into my eyes.

I was in way too much pain to actually think about what he said right now. I nodded and bit my lip as Jungkook wept a tear that rolled down my cheek.

"Ok ready?" Jungkook said as he let his hands slowly to crawl under my lying figure. "1.. 2.. and 3.." he lifted me up and I bit my bottom lip hard, muffling my painful moans. I clapped my hands security around his neck and let him to lead me back into one of the backstage's rooms.
Through all this time, Jungkook kept looking down to watch me, concerned.

Jungkook kicked the door open to room where all the staff and the members were preparing. "I need someone to call a doctor, I think she broke her leg. Now!" He ordered as he softly laid me down on the couch.

Minutes later, a guy in a white buttoned up shirt came inside the room. Most of the staff and the members went outside to give me some privacy, except from Jungkook who refused to leave. Through all the time the doctor was wrapping my leg with pressure bandages, Jungkook made sure to try and make my pain less noticeable. If it's in him letting me to squeeze his hand whenever I felt pain, or him running his hands through my hair and whispering encouragements to my ear.

"...And we're all done. Don't let the bandages get wet. Come to me for a check up in two weeks from today. Feel better." The doctor said with a smile and left the two of us alone in the room.

Minute has passed, and no words were exchanged between us. I was still lying on the couch, my leg now has been put on a pillow and my hair was still being brushed lightly by Jungkook's fingers.

Gathering my courage, I finally decided to ask "Why do you hate me so much?" I whispered quietly.

Jungkook softly shook his head as he let his hand to trail down from my hair to my cheek.

A minute of yet another silence has passed. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you." He whispered.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Jungkook, who noticed in my confused state just sighed. "I've been taught a lot of things in my life before. People taught me how to eat, how to use chopstick correctly, how to use my voice in the right way without hurting it, and I can go on and on." He stopped to take a deep breath.

"But I've never been really taught how to express my feelings in the right way. I don't know how to say or show what I really feel, so instead of showing my true self, I'm showing something that the complete opposite from me. And that's how I've been handling the situation so far in my life, and you've been part of it. You've been part of my messed up self." He said, lowering him head down.

"Jungkook I-"

"Wait I'm not done yet." He said stopping me. "Y/n I-" he said and then shook his head in the second time, looking like he's trying to find the right words to use.
"You're so talented Y/n. I see it. I see that everyday, the passion that you have, almost nobody has it, and that's what I love the most about you. You have always tried to prove it to me and I've seen it, but I pushed you away instead. I know I've treated you like shit, I know it, and I'll regret about it probably for the rest of my life, but what I'm asking is if there's a chance that you could forgive me somehow? Please I will do anything..." he said, almost begging.

I smiled softly, thankful that he shares with me the most vulnerable sides of him. "It will take some time for you to gain my trust back, but it's not entirely impossible." I said and reached forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

Returning back to lying down, I could see Jungkook's nose scrunched up in the most adorable way as he smiled and blushed. "Ok" he said with a proud smile on his face.

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Also, I just want to say that I'm so freaking pissed. Bts was robbed. The Grammy's is so corrupted and doesn't even try to hide the fact that they are racist. I hope they know that with Army you don't mess.
Bts worked so so hard, they topped the charts and broke records but still didn't get the award and attention that they deserved so much. Whatever happened at the Grammy's, Bts need to know that we are always with them and always have their backs, without any doubt.❤️
What do you think about what happened?