Fake Boyfriend || A Taekook Fanfic - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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JUNGKOOK'S POV
"I said no!" I yelled at my mother and slammed the door to my room. I threw my bag on the bed and sat down on the floor. I buried my head in my hands and softly cried deep inside. I hated this life. Why won't anyone listen to me and support me? Why do they get to choose my future?
My phone buzzed and I picked it up. It was a message from Namjoon. I ignored it and threw the phone at the wall. Amazingly, it didn't break. After some time, I got up and picked up the phone. It had a huge crack on its screen. Great! Got to fix it later. I sighed and I switched it on.
Smarty pants 148
Remember to come tonight to my house.
Jungkook
Sorry hyung. I won't be able to make it.
I badly wanted to go, but I didn't have the courage to face my friends when I was in this type of condition. I didn't want to show my friends that I am weak and sensitive. The phone buzzed again.
Smarty pants 148
It's okay. But come next time.
I smiled. I bet he knows the reason. I am so glad that I have friends like them. I remember in my previous school, which was for 'very rich kids', the entire population were gold-diggers. Gold diggers in the sense, they loved money more than anything. Every thing we did or said resulted in betting on money. I was getting tired of this kind of a system and decided to leave that place for good. That's why I purposely failed in all my exams so that my parents would throw me to another school and I am happy that it was this one.
At the same time, I wasn't so glad. Everyone in the school were fake. All the girls would pretend to be someone else with me and someone else to their friends. I mean—why can't they stick to one personality? Is it so hard? Despite all the fake kids, I managed to meet real people and those real people are my real family. They are real and not those people who gave birth to me, who fricking want me to be the perfect boy, whereas my friends want me to be me.
I sighed and went to my study desk to finish my homework. It was better to do something productive rather than indulge myself in some emotional debate. I was just minding my business when suddenly, someone knocked on my door. I knew who it my mother who might have come to apologize for being rude and annoying, and then later, she would start talking about the same old shit. I didn't respond to the knocking. It was for the best. The person knocked again and I ignored it. The knocking turned to pounding, but still, I paid no attention to it.
"JEON JUNGKOOK, I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE. SO OPEN THE DOOR AND STOP IGNORING ME, BASTARD."
Oh shit! I immediately rushed to the door and opened it revealing a pissed Yoongi. I chuckled nervously and he continued to glare at him with his dark, cold eyes.
"C-come in." I said and allowed him to enter my room. He immediately went and plopped on my bed.
Did I tell that Yoongi has a weird obsession with my bed? Well he does. He almost comes here often for just sleeping on my bed and sometimes I would have to sleep in the guest room, without my parents knowing. If they knew that Yoongi slept in my room and not in the guest room, they would kill him and I included.
I sighed and went back to doing my homework.
"Want to talk about it?" Yoongi asked me and I know what that meant. Yoongi, Suga and I have been friends for a long time. I guess I have known them for like 10 years now. They were my first best friends and they meant a lot to me. Even Namjoon was there and we became friends right next year. Jin and Hoseok became my friends when I was in middle school. So now, we are like one big, happy family.
"So?" I came back to the present and I shook my head.
"No, thanks."
"It's important to share your feelings and thoughts with others too, Kookie," Yoongi said and he got up and sat on the chair beside me. I was shocked at the fact that Yoongi was sitting in some other place than my bed.
"Well, it's the same thing, but this time, they want me to meet her and go on dates and all that shit."
"Gross!" Yoongi exclaimed in disgust and I just laughed.
"You going then?" I shook my head. I am never going out with that girl. She is so clingy and annoying. To sum it up, I hate her.
"But, you will have to go one day."
"I know, but I am just going to ignore it for the rest of my life till I find someone."
"I highly doubt you will find anyone in our school," Yoongi chuckled and I laughed. Most of the girls in our school were whipped for me. So me getting a girlfriend there was as easy as stealing a lollipop from a kid.
"Don't worry. I will find someone sooner."
"You betcha."
Suddenly the door knocked again and I ignored it as usual.
"Come in!" Yoongi yelled and I just was shocked.
"WAIT, NO IT IS MY MOM—Oh! Hello Suga hyung," I waved at Yoongi's twin. He grunted and he laid himself down on my bed. Both of them have a weird obsession with my bed. I even asked them once to take it with them, but they refused saying it was weird to take someone's bed. They believe that I fucked someone on it. The truth is—I am a virgin. So, never have I ever fucked someone. Especially, not on that particular bed. That bed was sacred in the eyes of the twins.
"What you doing here?" Yoongi asked Suga, who grunted again. I rolled my eyes and chuckled softly. Seeing the twins fight is the most epic thing anyone could ever witness.
"So, Kookie, how's it going?" Suga asked me.
"Fine. I guess."
"Okay. Enjoy suffering kid." Thanks a lot hyung!
"I have some news and that's why I came," Suga said and he got up. He looked at me with those cold, piercing eyes. What is with them having cold eyes? Is it genetics?
"What news?" Yoongi asked. Suga glared at him and for at least two seconds, they looked into each others eyes. Telepathic conversation?
"Oh! That news. I see," Yoongi exclaimed and I stared at him with confusion written all over my face.
"I heard—we heard from our parents last night that the River Company's CEO's daughter was getting engaged to the Jeon Company's CEO's son."
"Yeah. We know that. That's some old news. Get to the juicy part" Yoongi said and Suga nodded.
"That's some pretty gossip going around the big companies. Almost everyone knows about it," I said and Suga chuckled.
"But did they say that the engagement was going to happen in three months?"
Suddenly, my heart had completely stopped beating and my brain was a mess. It was chaotic in there and my body just froze. I was in shock. Three months. Engagement. With that bitch. All my plans, I could see them getting thrown in a volcano and soon, the volcano was going to burst and it would engulf me. I would be honored to die in a volcano right before my engagement. Or way before that. Actually, anytime would be fine.
"Oh wow! In three months, you will become eighteen and right after that you will have to be with her for the rest of your life. What you going to do now, lover boy?" Yoongi asked me. I swear I was going to punch his face. But right now, I was too annoyed for good. Engagement. I am too fricking young!
"I don't know." I grabbed my hair and pulled at it due to the frustration building up in me.
"We got an idea," Yoongi said and I looked at both of them.
"Fake love," Suga and Yoongi both said at the same time. I looked at them and raised my eyebrows.
"What do you mean 'Fake Love'? You want me to fake my love for her. I am sorry, but you got to come up with other ideas before I leave to Mount Fuji."
"Not fake your love for her, ass. For someone else," Yoongi said and now, my brain was officially dead.
"Huh?" I said and they both slapped their palm to their foreheads.
"I will explain it," Suga said and that was a good idea because my brain was going to shut down any minute.
"You get a girlfriend and pretend to love her and date her for some two years. Then go say to your parents you want her for the rest of your life and maybe, they might change their minds and you get married to her.—"
"But—"
"—and then, afterwards break up with her and file a divorce and then, pretend you're under mental breakdown. So they might not allow you to get married for another two years or something."
"At that time, you can run away. You will be like somewhere around twenty," Yoongi said and it suddenly became clear to me.
"Wow! That's just so genius of you." I clapped my hands in excitement and jumped on them to give them a hug. They laughed and we fell on the bed, still clinging onto each other. I am so glad to have met these idiots. Nope, happy to have met these amazing, idiotic, hyungs.
"One sec. Marry her? But who?" I asked them and they shrugged.
"That's for you to find out," Yoongi said and I groaned in frustration.
"But who is fit for me?" I asked and began to go over the list of girls I met over the years. Not even one was fit for me. Not fit for the condition.
"I know. How about Tara?" I asked and they shook their heads.
"Nope. Not her. Someone who would accept your deal. She would breakdown if she got to know all this is fake,"Suga said and Yoongi nodded, agreeing to what he said.
Someone who won't fall in love and at the same time, I won't break their heart. What the shit?! Those kind of people are hard to find nowadays.
"Okay. Chuck the topic and we will give you time to talk about it later," Yoongi said and he got up along with Suga, "First you tell us this. What happened back in the principal's office?"
I got up and tried to remember for what I was called for, "Apparently, Yuna complained to the principal that I rejected her."
"Spoilt."
"As usual."
"And I kissed Taehyung."
At that moment, I knew, I f**ked up. The two hyungs looked at me like I lost a head or something like that. Their eyes widened with shock and at the same time, they yelled at me.
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"Uhh...n-nothing. Nothing at all." I nervously chuckled and they stared at me and then at each other.
"Jungkook. Are you gay?" Yoongi asked me and I immediately threw a pillow on his face.
"No fricking way!" I yelled and I got a pillow back on my face.
"Then why did you kiss him?" Suga said and threw another pillow on me. I caught and threw it back at him.
"It wasn't on purpose," I said and they rolled their eyes.
"Nonsense," Yoongi said and chucked a pillow at me. It was like we were playing catch with a pillow. And it is one of my favorite ones.
"Explain," Suga said and I sighed. I told them everything. They stared at me and soon, the shocked face turned into amused look.
"Wow!" Suga exclaimed and placed his palm on his forehead, "You are telling me that you kissed the one who hates you."
"By accident," I added, "I was just helping him. I mean, I had to get out of there immediately. And plus, that lady dragged me out right when I was eating my burger. I was starving."
"Starving till you tasted him," Suga sang and a pillow was tossed right at his face.
"That's not true," I yelled and they smirked at me.
I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Like him? No way in hell. He was a fricking idiot and he was stupid.
But that kiss. It was soft. His lips were soft and gentle. I smiled at how delicate the kiss was. Soft and gentle...even softer than marshmallow. Our lips were meant to be for each other. It was so...wait...hold on...WHAT THE HECK?!
I mentally slapped myself for saying that. Meant to be? Come to your senses, Jungkook. That guy is just pure evil and dumb. No way am I going to fall for him. And plus, I am straight. Like S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T.
No way would I fall for Kim Taehyung. And that kiss will be our last.
"I said no!" I yelled at my mother and slammed the door to my room. I threw my bag on the bed and sat down on the floor. I buried my head in my hands and softly cried deep inside. I hated this life. Why won't anyone listen to me and support me? Why do they get to choose my future?
My phone buzzed and I picked it up. It was a message from Namjoon. I ignored it and threw the phone at the wall. Amazingly, it didn't break. After some time, I got up and picked up the phone. It had a huge crack on its screen. Great! Got to fix it later. I sighed and I switched it on.
Smarty pants 148
Remember to come tonight to my house.
Jungkook
Sorry hyung. I won't be able to make it.
I badly wanted to go, but I didn't have the courage to face my friends when I was in this type of condition. I didn't want to show my friends that I am weak and sensitive. The phone buzzed again.
Smarty pants 148
It's okay. But come next time.
I smiled. I bet he knows the reason. I am so glad that I have friends like them. I remember in my previous school, which was for 'very rich kids', the entire population were gold-diggers. Gold diggers in the sense, they loved money more than anything. Every thing we did or said resulted in betting on money. I was getting tired of this kind of a system and decided to leave that place for good. That's why I purposely failed in all my exams so that my parents would throw me to another school and I am happy that it was this one.
At the same time, I wasn't so glad. Everyone in the school were fake. All the girls would pretend to be someone else with me and someone else to their friends. I mean—why can't they stick to one personality? Is it so hard? Despite all the fake kids, I managed to meet real people and those real people are my real family. They are real and not those people who gave birth to me, who fricking want me to be the perfect boy, whereas my friends want me to be me.
I sighed and went to my study desk to finish my homework. It was better to do something productive rather than indulge myself in some emotional debate. I was just minding my business when suddenly, someone knocked on my door. I knew who it my mother who might have come to apologize for being rude and annoying, and then later, she would start talking about the same old shit. I didn't respond to the knocking. It was for the best. The person knocked again and I ignored it. The knocking turned to pounding, but still, I paid no attention to it.
"JEON JUNGKOOK, I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE. SO OPEN THE DOOR AND STOP IGNORING ME, BASTARD."
Oh shit! I immediately rushed to the door and opened it revealing a pissed Yoongi. I chuckled nervously and he continued to glare at him with his dark, cold eyes.
"C-come in." I said and allowed him to enter my room. He immediately went and plopped on my bed.
Did I tell that Yoongi has a weird obsession with my bed? Well he does. He almost comes here often for just sleeping on my bed and sometimes I would have to sleep in the guest room, without my parents knowing. If they knew that Yoongi slept in my room and not in the guest room, they would kill him and I included.
I sighed and went back to doing my homework.
"Want to talk about it?" Yoongi asked me and I know what that meant. Yoongi, Suga and I have been friends for a long time. I guess I have known them for like 10 years now. They were my first best friends and they meant a lot to me. Even Namjoon was there and we became friends right next year. Jin and Hoseok became my friends when I was in middle school. So now, we are like one big, happy family.
"So?" I came back to the present and I shook my head.
"No, thanks."
"It's important to share your feelings and thoughts with others too, Kookie," Yoongi said and he got up and sat on the chair beside me. I was shocked at the fact that Yoongi was sitting in some other place than my bed.
"Well, it's the same thing, but this time, they want me to meet her and go on dates and all that shit."
"Gross!" Yoongi exclaimed in disgust and I just laughed.
"You going then?" I shook my head. I am never going out with that girl. She is so clingy and annoying. To sum it up, I hate her.
"But, you will have to go one day."
"I know, but I am just going to ignore it for the rest of my life till I find someone."
"I highly doubt you will find anyone in our school," Yoongi chuckled and I laughed. Most of the girls in our school were whipped for me. So me getting a girlfriend there was as easy as stealing a lollipop from a kid.
"Don't worry. I will find someone sooner."
"You betcha."
Suddenly the door knocked again and I ignored it as usual.
"Come in!" Yoongi yelled and I just was shocked.
"WAIT, NO IT IS MY MOM—Oh! Hello Suga hyung," I waved at Yoongi's twin. He grunted and he laid himself down on my bed. Both of them have a weird obsession with my bed. I even asked them once to take it with them, but they refused saying it was weird to take someone's bed. They believe that I fucked someone on it. The truth is—I am a virgin. So, never have I ever fucked someone. Especially, not on that particular bed. That bed was sacred in the eyes of the twins.
"What you doing here?" Yoongi asked Suga, who grunted again. I rolled my eyes and chuckled softly. Seeing the twins fight is the most epic thing anyone could ever witness.
"So, Kookie, how's it going?" Suga asked me.
"Fine. I guess."
"Okay. Enjoy suffering kid." Thanks a lot hyung!
"I have some news and that's why I came," Suga said and he got up. He looked at me with those cold, piercing eyes. What is with them having cold eyes? Is it genetics?
"What news?" Yoongi asked. Suga glared at him and for at least two seconds, they looked into each others eyes. Telepathic conversation?
"Oh! That news. I see," Yoongi exclaimed and I stared at him with confusion written all over my face.
"I heard—we heard from our parents last night that the River Company's CEO's daughter was getting engaged to the Jeon Company's CEO's son."
"Yeah. We know that. That's some old news. Get to the juicy part" Yoongi said and Suga nodded.
"That's some pretty gossip going around the big companies. Almost everyone knows about it," I said and Suga chuckled.
"But did they say that the engagement was going to happen in three months?"
Suddenly, my heart had completely stopped beating and my brain was a mess. It was chaotic in there and my body just froze. I was in shock. Three months. Engagement. With that bitch. All my plans, I could see them getting thrown in a volcano and soon, the volcano was going to burst and it would engulf me. I would be honored to die in a volcano right before my engagement. Or way before that. Actually, anytime would be fine.
"Oh wow! In three months, you will become eighteen and right after that you will have to be with her for the rest of your life. What you going to do now, lover boy?" Yoongi asked me. I swear I was going to punch his face. But right now, I was too annoyed for good. Engagement. I am too fricking young!
"I don't know." I grabbed my hair and pulled at it due to the frustration building up in me.
"We got an idea," Yoongi said and I looked at both of them.
"Fake love," Suga and Yoongi both said at the same time. I looked at them and raised my eyebrows.
"What do you mean 'Fake Love'? You want me to fake my love for her. I am sorry, but you got to come up with other ideas before I leave to Mount Fuji."
"Not fake your love for her, ass. For someone else," Yoongi said and now, my brain was officially dead.
"Huh?" I said and they both slapped their palm to their foreheads.
"I will explain it," Suga said and that was a good idea because my brain was going to shut down any minute.
"You get a girlfriend and pretend to love her and date her for some two years. Then go say to your parents you want her for the rest of your life and maybe, they might change their minds and you get married to her.—"
"But—"
"—and then, afterwards break up with her and file a divorce and then, pretend you're under mental breakdown. So they might not allow you to get married for another two years or something."
"At that time, you can run away. You will be like somewhere around twenty," Yoongi said and it suddenly became clear to me.
"Wow! That's just so genius of you." I clapped my hands in excitement and jumped on them to give them a hug. They laughed and we fell on the bed, still clinging onto each other. I am so glad to have met these idiots. Nope, happy to have met these amazing, idiotic, hyungs.
"One sec. Marry her? But who?" I asked them and they shrugged.
"That's for you to find out," Yoongi said and I groaned in frustration.
"But who is fit for me?" I asked and began to go over the list of girls I met over the years. Not even one was fit for me. Not fit for the condition.
"I know. How about Tara?" I asked and they shook their heads.
"Nope. Not her. Someone who would accept your deal. She would breakdown if she got to know all this is fake,"Suga said and Yoongi nodded, agreeing to what he said.
Someone who won't fall in love and at the same time, I won't break their heart. What the shit?! Those kind of people are hard to find nowadays.
"Okay. Chuck the topic and we will give you time to talk about it later," Yoongi said and he got up along with Suga, "First you tell us this. What happened back in the principal's office?"
I got up and tried to remember for what I was called for, "Apparently, Yuna complained to the principal that I rejected her."
"Spoilt."
"As usual."
"And I kissed Taehyung."
At that moment, I knew, I f**ked up. The two hyungs looked at me like I lost a head or something like that. Their eyes widened with shock and at the same time, they yelled at me.
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"Uhh...n-nothing. Nothing at all." I nervously chuckled and they stared at me and then at each other.
"Jungkook. Are you gay?" Yoongi asked me and I immediately threw a pillow on his face.
"No fricking way!" I yelled and I got a pillow back on my face.
"Then why did you kiss him?" Suga said and threw another pillow on me. I caught and threw it back at him.
"It wasn't on purpose," I said and they rolled their eyes.
"Nonsense," Yoongi said and chucked a pillow at me. It was like we were playing catch with a pillow. And it is one of my favorite ones.
"Explain," Suga said and I sighed. I told them everything. They stared at me and soon, the shocked face turned into amused look.
"Wow!" Suga exclaimed and placed his palm on his forehead, "You are telling me that you kissed the one who hates you."
"By accident," I added, "I was just helping him. I mean, I had to get out of there immediately. And plus, that lady dragged me out right when I was eating my burger. I was starving."
"Starving till you tasted him," Suga sang and a pillow was tossed right at his face.
"That's not true," I yelled and they smirked at me.
I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Like him? No way in hell. He was a fricking idiot and he was stupid.
But that kiss. It was soft. His lips were soft and gentle. I smiled at how delicate the kiss was. Soft and gentle...even softer than marshmallow. Our lips were meant to be for each other. It was so...wait...hold on...WHAT THE HECK?!
I mentally slapped myself for saying that. Meant to be? Come to your senses, Jungkook. That guy is just pure evil and dumb. No way am I going to fall for him. And plus, I am straight. Like S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T.
No way would I fall for Kim Taehyung. And that kiss will be our last.
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