waiting room (teaser)
↪˚ summary: you know cutting off jungkook from your life is for the better, but your heart is not ready to leave the waiting room just yet.
↪˚ pairing: legma stud!jungkook x legma stud!fem!reader | side pairings: jungkook x legma stud!fem!oc (andi yu) + reader x comm stud!jake sim (enha)
↪˚ genres: heavy angst, romance, situationship au, filo au 🇵🇭
↪˚ warnings: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there are eally no glaring warnings for this story besides depiction of toxic relationships, red flag bedista jungkook, situationships (pls don’t put yourself in this kind of relationship PLS), consumption of alcohol and use of cigarettes, ocs & jungkook are aged 24 here, age gap between reader & jake (2 years), class disparity & its implications on love and dating, and just angst angst angst. if i miss any warnings, i’ll make sure to add them once full fic is out. these are the general warnings.
↪˚ author’s note: another self-indulgent fic feat two of my fave guys rn—jungkook loml and jaeyun who’s slowly finding a home in my heart ♡ and based upon phoebe bridgers’ waiting room + all the songs in this playlist. to all the people who have been someone’s waiting room, this is for you. also animo san beda, i guess??? lmao pls do consider donating to my kofi or gcash (they’re on my pinned) <33 it’ll really help me out a lot!! lmk if you wanna be tagged by commenting below or sending me an ask (since the form on my pinned are for those who want to be on my permanent taglist). also do reblog or comment your thoughts so far :’) it’s so fun writing angst ngl
↪˚ total word count: TBA (est. 10k) | teaser word count: 1,095
↪˚ release date: within this month (april 2024)
There is only one person who calls you in the middle of the night and there is only person whose call you answer regardless how tired you are. Sitting up on your twin-sized bed, you put on your rectangular spectacles and grab the vibrating phone on your nightstand.
“Hey,” you greet in a hoarse voice.
“Hey, I’m outside,” Jungkook says on the other line.
You glance at the time on your phone—2:37 am—and without thinking twice about it, you reply, “Okay. I’ll be downstairs in a bit.”
Jungkook says okay and hangs up. You quickly make your way out of your room, grabbing your wooly hoodie hanging on your chair tucked under your desk along the way, and tiptoe to the bathroom to not wake your parents.
After you wash your face and brush your teeth, you leave your humble abode, sucking your teeth as you open the squeaking gate. Once the gap is enough for you to slip through, you see Jungkook’s car immediately. It’s parked a couple of houses down from yours, but it stands out—not only because it’s white; it’s one of the few cars parked on your street.
You make your way to the white Mercedes-Benz and hear the familiar click of his lock. Then, you open the door and step into his car. Immediately, you feel the chilly air, hear the soft RnB song from his stereo, and smell his pungent expensive cologne mixed with the obvious nicotine.
“Ready?” Jungkook asks, putting his car on drive.
You nod, putting on your seatbelt. He nods back and begins to drive. Like the other nights, the drive is filled with silence. During these minutes, you rest your head on the window, watching the establishments outside pass by and let your thoughts race.
It’s Monday, you have a seven thirty class in a few hours, and a total of two and a half hours of sleep. Knowing what’s about to come once you arrive at the place, you’re sure you won’t be able to catch up any more after. The rational part of you knows that you shouldn’t have answered the call and ride this car, but when it comes to the man beside you, you always listen to your heart.
You’re not exactly sure how this began. You’re not sure what to call this too. All you know is that after spending the night with Jeon Jungkook during the block after finals party back in freshman year, just talking and sometimes kissing, the two of you started something. He began messaging you, at first, using academics as an excuse to do so, but the academic chats turned into more, then the calls came. Through the night, you’d be on the call with him, talking about everything and nothing, until the both of you fell asleep and daybreak arrived.
In those moments, you fell for him—hard. But you knew better than to let those feelings grow, let alone be known. You and Jungkook couldn’t be any more different from each other. He’s worlds away from you despite the close proximity between the two of you now in his car. Besides, you knew Jungkook would never return your feelings because his heart would always belong to Andi Yu even when he’s kissing you.
It was enough being this for him because throughout the years, it’s better to be something than nothing in his life at all.
It’s an hour later when you arrive at the bay side. After buying some snacks from the local convenience store (and a pack of Marlboro Red for Jungkook), you lead the way, as usual, to your spot with the plastic bag containing all the snacks and drinks swinging on your side. It’s quite chilly since it’s early in the morning and the water has been pulled back from the shore below. The crescent moon doesn’t cast much light, but fortunately, there are still street lamps along the bay.
Once you’re at your usual spot, you pull yourself onto the stone wall, a smile instantly appearing on your tired face as you look at the orange lights from the lamps glisten on the water below you. Moments later, Jungkook sits beside you, letting his leg rest over the other side of the wall while you have yours crossed under you.
“You walk so fast,” he comments as he takes the can of beer from the plastic bag. “Like you’re always running from something.”
“I can’t help it,” you tell him. “I’ve always been a fast walker.”
You take out the sandwich from the plastic bag along with the bottle of coffee, placing the latter beside you. The soft pop of Jungkook’s beer fills the air.
“Did you finish reading the assigned cases for Consti?” he asks.
You nod. “I did. Did you?”
He shakes his head, smacking his lips after drinking his beer. “I got distracted.”
You hum in response. “I can send you my case digests. We still have the entire day before Consti.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook glances at you for confirmation. You nod once again. He nudges your side and you look up at him through your spectacles while taking a bite out of your pepperoni and cheese sandwich. The soft charming smile is plastered on his lips. “Thanks, Y/N.”
Silence falls between the two of you again. You’ve finished your sandwich and are halfway to your coffee when Jungkook speaks again.
“Andi wants to get back together,” he shares, leaning back with his arms as support. He crosses his feet below. “She messaged me a while ago, asking to meet up, and we did. Then she asked if we could try again.”
You’ve heard of this story before. But it still doesn’t soften the blow in your heart every time that you do. You have, however, mastered the art of acting nonchalant about it.
“That’s good, then,” you reply. “You can try again.”
“You think so?” he asks.
When you look over your shoulder, Jungkook is already staring at you. As always, you can’t decipher what exactly he’s feeling or thinking at the moment. His face remains passive, stoic when it comes to conversations about his on again, off again relationship with Andi.
You give him a tight-lipped smile, nodding. “Yeah. It’s obvious you still love her and she loves you. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”
Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue, nodding slowly. “I guess so. As expected, you are the smartest person I know, Lim Y/N.”
You know this. But when it comes to Jeon Jungkook, you’re a fucking idiot.
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