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Waiting For Her // chapter 7
Au: ceo au + ballerina au
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, angst (?), lil smut lmao
word count : 743
a/n: um im almost done with the whole series and let’s say I cringe at my writing but it’s ok I have other pics planned out to work on and hopefully it’s not as cringe
Warning : light mentions of sex (just sum super light smut really)
After going out together a couple of times, (y/n) just couldn’t get Jungkook’s mother’s words out of her head. Whenever she would look at Jungkook she would feel guilty and undeserving, thinking why even does Jungkook want to be with her. She knows that she shouldn’t let other people’s opinions get the best of her but it’s Jungkook’s own mother we’re talking about here.
Alas, (Y/n) decided to let Jungkook go.
It was hard seeing all the light and warmth die out of Jungkook’s eyes after (Y/n) had uttered those words. He didn’t give up so easily though, he reasoned and, hell, it almost got (Y/n). But she knew she had to call off on the relationship.
“Fine!” Jungkook spitted out, grabbing his jacket on the way out. The flowers he brought her stood on the counter, seemingly losing it’s colour and brightness when he left.
Jungkook cursed all the way down to his car, thinking that maybe what his mother said was right. He calmed down eventually, driving out of the parking lot of (Y/n)’s apartment complex. Hurt pounded on his heart. Why did she let me go?
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Jungkook waited for a full two weeks for (y/n) to reach out, for her to change her mind saying it was all a mistake. Her call never came. And so, he decided that he’ll date one of the girls suggested by his mother.
However, after the first date, Jungkook didn’t see the point of continuing the relationship with said girl. She was pretty, slim, you know cover girl worthy, hard working even, but there was no chemistry, no spark. Her name was Jennie. She was covered head to toe with Chanel, looking as prim and proper and high status as ever.
Despite the lack of attraction emotionally, Jungkook brought Jennie home to his bed. There was little connection between the two which was awfully expected. Everything was pure sex for release. It didn’t feel right but he wasn’t in a relationship with (Y/n) anymore.
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The aftermath was awkward. With Jennie laying next to him, fast asleep, and him just looking up the ceiling of his bedroom. He looked over to Jennie, thoughts going to nights when he and (Y/n) would go on the whole night, fucking (y/n) senseless.
(Y/n)’s got phenomenal stamina alright. Better stamina than most girls at least. The number of times he would succumb to (y/n)’s pleas and moans. His head buried in between her strong, toned legs as she pushed and pulled at his hair.
Jungkook was getting hard at the thought of her. Sighing, he got up to take care of his problem down there with a cold, cold shower.
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It was a slow burn for the two for them. (Y/n) can’t lie but she regrets her decision of breaking up with Jungkook. If not for her actions, they would still be together. Less time with Jungkook means more time in the studio practicing, strengthening, stretching.
Seeing how she could use her emotions for her dancing, she landed another principal role in Swan Lake as Odette. Ironically, in this production, Odette dies of sadness and betrayal in the end. She could definitely project her feelings of despair without putting in too much effort this time.
On the night of the performance, everything went well, aside from a few alterations in the steps of her variations. The orchestra laid out the music perfectly. (Y/n) danced as gracefully as ever, as tonight she is Odette.
With every wave of her swan like arms, with every arabesque and pirouette she made was full of artistry. Her facial features contorting to those of betrayal and pure sadness. And slowly, the white swan has reached the end of her life.
The theatre erupted with applause and hoots from the audience. Tears slipped her and there at the tragic sad ending. Little did (Y/n) know that Jungkook was in the audience watching her. He came alone. If he couldn’t see (y/n) like how he used to, he’ll just see her during her performances. He’s there to support her no matter what.
(Y/n) stood up and ran softly towards the audience and curtsied, bowing her head. If she was not mistaken, tonight was one of the loudest applause she has ever received so far. After gazing at the audience with a smile, she exited the stage.