Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

It has been a week since Jungkook told me his plan of revenge against me, but he hasn't done anything yet. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. All I know is that once it starts, I'm fucked.

I have been avoiding him as much as possible, literally having to sneak around the house. Obviously, sooner or later, the guys are going to sense something wrong between us. But I'll deal with that later on. For now, Operation Avoid Jungkook At All Cost, is a go.

"I need to pee..." I groaned, doing a little jig to stop myself from peeing  my pants. I opened the door slowly, peering through the small crack. I gradually opened it, quickly looking on both sides of the door. I stared fiercely at the bathroom door, "It's now or never."

I sprinted towards the bathroom, reaching for the handle. But it wouldn't open when I turned the knob.

Who's in here?!

I knocked on the door furiously, "Hey! Hurry up!" I rubbed my temple,  frustrated. "Use the bathroom downstairs!" I immediately knew it was Jimin, his voice easily recognizable. It wasn't deep, but it wasn't really squeaky either; It's a combination of the two. I cursed quietly, hearing another doorknob turning. I twirled around, finding out that it was Jungkook's door.

Before he opened it completely, I bolted towards the stairs, almost falling off the staircase, plummeting to my death. But I made it and ran to the bathroom downstairs next to the laundry room. I slammed the door shut, my head pounding from the nerve wracking situation. It was the same feeling I feel when I'm playing hide and seek, the nervousness speeding up the pace of my heartbeat.

Finally realizing my original intention of going into the bathroom, I quickly did my business, the longest piss in my life. When I finished, I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. "Ugh, is this my life now?" I complained to myself. I can't just dodge him forever, I'm going to have to face him one day.

I walked out the door, walking towards the end of the hallway. When I turned the corner, I came face to face with the one and only, Jeon Jungkook. Well, speak of the devil.

His face completely lit up, his face that was embedded with boredom a few minutes earlier. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Bae Y/N," he smirked, making me roll my eyes. "Yup, just like it says on my birth certificate," I retorted.

I tried to sneak past him, but as if he read my mind, he quickly smacked his hand on the wall, blocking the way. I scoffed, an innocent smile plastered on his face. I tried walking the opposite way, but he blocked my exit, again. Now I was trapped in between his arms, feeling like a caged animal. But I got to admit, it wasn't half bad.

I mean, he smells bomb as fuck, I can clearly see his biceps through the short sleeves of his white t-shirt, and he's biting his lip in a sexy way. But obviously I'm not going to tell him that. I'm not going to let him win that easily.

I kept a straight face, hiding the fact that I'm a little turned on. "What?" I said in monotone, crossing my arms to keep some space in between our bodies. "The guys are all upstairs..." he purred. "Thank you for that information, Captain Obvious." I responded.

"If you want...we can fool around." He leaned in closer to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my arm, "I hear the dryer makes for a fun ride." I laughed sarcastically, "SEOKJIN! SEO-"

He covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me from screaming. "Party-pooper," he let go of me and sat on the counter of the kitchen, grabbing an orange from the basket. I stuck out my tongue, feeling good about my victory. Within a few seconds, Seokjin strolled into the kitchen, "Let me guess, you want to know what's for dinner?"