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⚠️ This chapter contains mature themes and explicit sexual content. If you're underage or sensitive to such material, please read with caution or skip this chapter. The book is rated Mature, and a content warning is also included in the introduction.

Rei's Father's birthday celebration

The hall was adorned in shades of ivory and ruby— dirt and darkness wrapped in an elegance scented wrap. Opaline and polychromatic fabrics draped from the ceiling like silken veils, and the perfume of sweet sake infused in the air. My mother had the idea— multicolored fabrics blending with other having appearance of an opal, with a milky iridescence. The genius of it was how rainbow-like play of color changed with angle of view. 

She was indeed the best match for my father. My father is not the most romantic man one could know. Yet he once told me how there was something about my mother's eyes that caught his own when he first met her. Hence, their marriage. Maybe he's too boastful to hide love at first sight under disguise of just mere attraction.

Maidens in pale gowns and ladies in bright traditional kimonos moved like ghosts, delicate and silent. It would be sad if one were to confuse their softness as them being week. While men in dark suits reclined on velvet chairs like wolves fat on power. 

The contrast between the purity of the maidens and the corruption of the males at the yakuza's gathering was a deliberate blend of art at its topmost. The kind of scene would be legendary if one were to lift the veil. But one wrong move, one brave pip-squeak with a moral compass, and the place will explode into a bloodshed. 

I was walking towards the guest wing to call Aunt Shiron, as father asked. There was no need for me to dress up tonight— tonight was his spotlight not mine. Not that it mattered. Even if I showed up in a rag, people would still stare. They always did.

Their gaze lingered.

Their eyes sought mine, hungry to find the keyhole into my soul. But we Himawaris? We lock our doors tightly. There was no way in..... unless you break them— forcefully. Many have tried, shattering something in the process— their souls. 

I was mid-thought, steps soft against the tatami, when a force yanked me sideways. A door slammed behind me as darkness swallowed everything.

My body reacted before I could think. Reflexes of trained muscle memory emerged as I kicked, elbowed and twisted. I used every inch of jujutsu skill I had honed since I was eight. My heel slammed into something followed by a grunt before strong hands twisted mine behind my back.

The scent was different which means it wasn't one of us. Cologne smelt expensive, foreign and dangerous. But who had the audacity to pull this stunt on me? 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarled, breathless. "Do you realize the crime you are— ah!" a large, unmistakably male hand clamped my mouth.

"Sweetheart, you should be careful how you talk to me."

My stomach dropped. 

That voice. 

NO.

His voice was calm, too calm. The low velvety purr was almost lethal. I could feel his smirk against my cheek before he placed a kiss on the shell of my ear. A featherlight touch, almost gentle. 

Almost.

"Mmmm... What a spirit vixen!" I faced the other side as he grunted in my ear after I bit his hand that was clasped on my mouth. 

"Ack—!" I twisted hard.

"But you rather not fight back, my Vixen."

He slammed me against the wall, chest to back, pinning me like a werewolf cornering it's prey. I gasped— the air punched out my lungs— his weight crushed into mine. 

"Incase you forgot, I'd remind you now, since we have all the time in the world." He murmured, skimming his lips across my cheekbone.

"Myself, Kim Taehyung. The one your father agreed to get you engaged with— Oh.. Shh." I grind my teeth as he licked my unwanted tears. 

"I haven't even started or done anything— yet. So don't cry, my vixen."

I wasn't actually scared or sad by the whole ordeal. I knew what he was onto by pinning me in one of the empty guest rooms. No one would come and no one would know even if I were to scream a thousand times. The tears were just a bodily action. Honestly if I could, I'd throw away this useless function. It made me feel weak on a very personal level. 

My father never liked tears, he believes they show weakness and a chance for our enemy to feel better and stronger. We've already lost the moment a tear was dropped on the ground. 

My heart fell in a pit when his head dropped in the crook of my neck. "You've been running away from me ever since your father accepted my proposal. Why?" His lips moving against my neck made me thrash. I didn't care to consider whether my kicks were hard or where they landed. 

I winced when he bit my neck painfully resulting in my tears blurring my vision. My kicks stopping as he trapped my legs against the wall under weight of his knee. What is he? A beast?

Yakuza princess, no matter how high class or respected we were, we were supposed to be pure before being married to another. I couldn't understand what this beast was up to. His proposal was already accepted by father, yet he was torturing me in this manner. 

"Hiding behind your family's name and status as if they can save you all the time? This little attitude you have—" He nuzzled his nose against my neck. "This fiery spirit you carry in your eyes— it's cute, really is. But dangerous. You do realize that, don't you? That your father didn't give you away to just a mere businessman from Seoul."

He spun me around and suddenly lights flickered on. It was the first time I've ever been close to this man, Kim Taehyung. 

He didn't look bad, quite the opposite. He was a bachelorette who was quite popular and desired among the females of his country. But that was not my issue as ever since he saw me in a business party and our second meeting being his arrival at my house with a wedding proposal made him more unlikeable than he already was for me. 

Being born in a yakuza family, I've been through all. I've been kidnapped and nearly killed almost more times than I can remember. Hence, I've developed a serious hate for male presence let alone touch.

"He gave you to a predator, princess. And this beast will love to break your spirit." His dark gaze directly pinning me down.

I won't let him see through me. He's gazing my eyes, trying to find something, just like the rest. But I don't allow such advances to anyone. Rei Himawari is not a doll. "And the same man will slit your throat once he realizes—"

"That he's dead." "What?"

"You heard me right, princess. Once I tell my people to drop the chandelier under which your father is about to stand and give his birthday speech later in the evening, they will. How fascinating will it be when the thousands of perfectly shaped tear-drop diamonds will cut through his old, wrinkly bod—"

"You wouldn't dare. You really think you have any power in our territory?  Its Tokyo, not Seoul—" I thrashed only to for him to tighten his hold on my waist and hold me down.

"And why not? Who will stop me, sweetheart? If I was you, I'd behave.." he whispered in my ear, biting my ear lobe. I whimpered lightly at the sensation, gritting my teeth immediately after when he let out a soft chuckle. If I hadn't been untouched, his advances wouldn't have messed with me as they did now. I hate things I can't control. I hate this.

"There's no way you can—"

He pulled away not giving me much time to think and dialed a number. One hand around my waist and the other held phone up in the air. When the call connected he put the call on speaker. 

"Xam, is little Ms. Rico in your hold right now? Is it possible we could hear her? Seems like Ms. Himawari needs a demo of our power before she joins the family."

The moment those words rang in my ear I whipped my head in his direction. He was already flashing one of those boyish grin. The said man chuckled. There was a bit of disoriented noise in the background before we could hear Rico screaming.

"You motherfucker—"

"Nah, nah, nah. That's not how we talk when we are at the weak side, my love." he pinched my chin between his thumb and index, making sure my gaze was pinned on him.

Yakuzas are very particular about their females. Hence, we are always surrounded and protected by our bodyguards since the males are capable of protecting themselves. So, comparatively females have more bodyguards than males. Accidents happen but the chances are less unless you belong the upper chain, like me.

But I couldn't understand how did he even manage to capture Rico. Nevertheless,  I shouldn't underestimate him now. If he could kidnap Rico it wasn't a lie he could harm my  father as well.

"What do you want?"

"That's more like it. Actually, there's a rule I want you to break." He disconnected the call and threw his phone across the room, switching it off. His hand on my chin, slid down my throat. Going lower and lower, before resting at the sweetheart neckline of my satin gown. 

I understood what rule he wanted me to break. It was always the same for women like us. Raised with swords and secrets, trained like warriors— but in the end, sold like property. Our value was bloodline, not backbone. 

I stopped fighting. What was the point? I wasn't his wife yet, but that didn't mean I wasn't his. Once a deal was made in our world it was sealed by the word of mouth itself. He was going to have me one way or another. I'd rather save Rico and my father, I had to marry him at the end of the day anyways.

I knew it.

He knew it.

He had me just where he wanted.

His mouth roamed slowly down my throat, tasting the skin just below my jaw. His hand that was over the neckline of my dress, gripped the thin material. 

"That's it." He breathed. "Obedience suits you so much, baby."

He thrusted against me, slow and firm— dry humping me through my satin gown like he wasn't going to ruin me for good. I shuddered in disgust, sniffing at the overbearing confusion that clouded my mind. I closed my eyes, no longer feeling anything.

"Still fighting me, aren't you?" his voice sounded too pleased.

"Go on. Hate me all you want. By the end of it we'd be on the best sensation one could ever feel. I'll give you a drug of ecstacy so high, you'd only beg for more. So, yes. Go on. Hate me all you want. I like that."

Rip.

The sound of my dress tearing apart filled the empty room.

Soon my bra and panties dropped beside my dress which pooled around my feet. I closed my eyes, refusing to give him the pleasure he sought. 

He slid closer, inhaling my hair before trailing his finger gently down my cheek. 

"Just as I thought you'd be—" 

"Spread. Hm?" His words were more of a command as he parted my thigs with his knee.

"Ngh~"

I bit my lip to not scream at the sudden intrusion, face pressed into the wall. He knew I was virgin yet he checked, roughly shoving two fingers in while rubbing my clit with his thumb. 

His fingers scratched my insides which were barely wet. Although the pressure on my clit gave me a sense of relief, I couldn't feel my breath.

"There, there. Just a little check to see if my cherry's still intact. Can't have someone else pop what's mine, right?"

I sniffled in disgust and slammed my heels. He grunted in pain and stumbled back, clutching his boot— there was a hole with smear of blood. Safe to say I'd done some damage. Usually, I wore broad heels— but Mother insisted on pointed pencil stellatoes today. Had I known this would happen, I would've thanked her.

That's when I looked around and realized— I was in Aunt Shiron's room. Which meant she was downstairs already, the birthday ceremony had probably started. Elders were always needed to open events, so no one would've noticed I was missing.  I grabbed my gown from the floor and made a run for it while he was still hunched over, inspecting his foot.

"Agh—" 

"And where do you think you're running off to, Bitch?"

He yanked me back by my waist, pressing my body flush against his chest. I opened my mouth to scream, but he shoved to fingers in it— the same one's he'd pushed in me.

"Suck." He murmured in my ear, his voice a threat in itself. 

I'd heard in the underworld, most men talked with their dicks. But Alex? He was worse. A strategist and opportunist. 

And in that moment, he wasn't just acting on lust. He was after something— control, proof, or maybe just sick satisfaction of owning me.

"Come on, be a good girl and suck. We have a deal, remember?"

I sucked his fingers, soft at first, but he pressed them harder against my tongue. Deeper until I gagged, choking slightly on the pressure.

His hand slid up from my waist, creeping beneath the curve of my breast. At the same time, his knee forcefully parted my thighs apart.

"Now that I know what an ingenue you are," he sneered. "Why don't you ride my thigh? Go on. Please me."

I shut my eyes, burning with humiliation. His fingers moved in and out my mouth while I tried not to cry, saliva pooling and trailing down my chin. 

"And maybe I'll spare your little Ms. Rico.. Your father, too— Mr. Akira Himawari." He growled venom.

"Ah" I gasped.

"QUICK!"

He yanked his finger out and smacked my ass cheek. The sudden jerk from his smack shoved me roughly against his thigh. My head fell back at the sensation, landing on his shoulder, while my hips move involuntarily. The coarse fabric of his pants scraping me, with every desperate, humiliating grind of my hip.   

"Not bad for a first timer baby~" He praised, looking down at me with his darkness as I scrunched my face, fighting a battle of pain and pleasure.

His head dipped and his mouth closed around my nipple. I froze—  earning me another smack, forcing a jolt from my hips. I whined and grinded against him when he pulled at my nipple with his teeth. I hated that sound I made which I never did before. I hated the way he drew out such responses out of me. 

My mind couldn't keep up. I could no longer understand what was happening to me. It was like I'd left myself behind was watching the scene unfold from somewhere else in the room. Powerless to stop it.

He fondled my breast with his rough palm like they were stress orbs, making me whimper. When he laughed, I wanted to disappear. Even worse, I felt the fabric of his pants grow damp beneath me— and I couldn't tell if it was a natural body reaction or my humiliating arousal. That confusion terrified me.

Although the fabric, now softened up by my wetness, still chaffed my skin as I grind my hips against his thigh. The ache spread through me so I slowed down my pace, hoping the pain would cease. But his hands moved to my waist, moving me without care, until I straddled his thigh, now facing him.

"Ngh— What the—" My hands instinctively flew to his shoulder, searching for balance. I hated the way he manhandled me.

"Who told you to slow down?" He snarled in my ear. "You aren't even wet enough to take me" 

A finger pushed in me without warning, and I gasped . He pulled it out and sucked it clean.

"Hm... now that's a well- maintained lady." He hummed in satisfaction. 

I looked at him stunned. Just how shameless was he?

"Get off." He said casually as if I was another whore he'd been spending time with. He pushed me off his lap and striped.

And all I could do was watch— body trembling, I wondered what else he had thought of doing to me. The wetness flowing down my thighs was already humiliating enough. I clenched them together, hating the way my body still throbbed, like it missed his thigh. 

Disgusting.

The music blasted from downstairs as the world celebrated my father's birthday. Yet here I was— crawling my way to bed— while he lay on his back, stripped bare and motioned me closer to his face.

"뭘 기다려, 내 불같은 요녀야?" He teased in Korean, hands gripping my thighs.

(“What are you waiting for, my fiery vixen?”)

"아직도 망설여? 내 불같은 요녀가." 

(“Still hesitating? My fiery little vixen.”)

"Don't worry" He whispered, smug. "I'll help you with that."

"Ngh~"

I flinched as he made me straddle his face. Writhing helplessly as he dragged me down without my say.

"N-no ... stop, Taehyung."

I gripped the sheets in front of me, knuckles white. His nose pressed to my cunt like he was savoring the scent. His hold was tight on my thighs as he didn't let me move away from his lips. I whimpered— not from want, but from the shame of my body's heat.

"Ah!"

I cried softly as his tongue licked a line through my slit, deliberately avoiding my aching clit. I knew what he was doing— drawing it out to tease, humiliating me. And the worst part?  My hips began to twitch. Shame surged me through like fire.

He held my thighs tighter, forcing me to move, to grind. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to hide. Because the moment blurred— I couldn't tell if it was him forcing me or my hips riding his face on my own. By own will.

"Mmm—"

I let out a sound which I couldn't swallow fast enough as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it, hard. His eyes darted up, staring up at me through my thighs, devouring me. I looked away. I couldn't meet that gaze— it wasn't just lust but power. I won't give him the pleasure of thinking he's got to me.

When I stopped making any sound as he continued his ministrations. I saw a flicker of frustration in his eyes. I liked that look in his eyes, feeling victorious. 

But then he bit my clit— sharp, cold and humiliating. 

"Ack—"

I cried out, and before I could stop it, my body spasmed. I came. Right there. Right on his tongue.

My thighs trembled and my stomach churned. And all I could do was close my eyes as he lapped me clean while humming, like I was some dessert But no one could deny I wasn't special. The untouched and most protected yakuza princess. Here he ate me in exchange of my father's life.

I didn't know what I hated more— his sinful mouth..... or the part of me that let go. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened around my thighs making me gasp from the over stimulation, humiliated all over again.

"Even though I'd love to make you return the favor—" He said as he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, finally letting me catch my breath. His lips shone with the proof of what he's done. What he had claimed. Rei Himawari— the once forbidden fruit, was now devoured by him. I looked away. I couldn't look at him— when he grinned at me with his cold stare piercing through his bangs.

"Don't sigh. We ain't done yet." 

He flipped us, positioning himself between my legs. 

"Since time's short....... we're gonna speed up instead."

Rip.

I didn't have to open my eyes to know. He was wearing a condom. Ofcourse he was. Even his cruelty was planned and calculated.

Then pain tore through me. A single merciless thrust and I screamed. There was no preparation or warning or pause. Just pure violence. I couldn't breath, feeling the aching burn between my legs. He didn't wait, thrusting immediately, hard and fast.

I dug my nails into the sheets, my palm, his bicep anything to ground myself. I stared at the ceiling so I wouldn't cry.

I closed my eyes in hope it'll all end soon. If I don't move, if I don't show anything that could make him feel better then he'd stop sooner.

He grunted on top, gripping the bed's headboard making it rattle in his hold. Like this wasn't cruelty but pleasure for him. It was like he was trying to claim my body The room filled with my screams of pain and his groans of pleasure.

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A/N:

“Still hesitating, babygirl? What’s stopping you from reblogging, liking, or following?”

This piece appears here as part of After Hours — a collection of fragments, excerpts, and moments written without restraint. This entry is taken from a longer work originally published on Wattpad and shared here as a stand-alone experience. It is intentionally unresolved, deliberately uncomfortable, and driven by power rather than romance.

It ends exactly where it’s meant to.

I’m still learning, still evolving — and this space exists so I can do that without apology. The more I write, the better it gets. If this stayed with you, feel free to leave a request. The original work is ongoing on Wattpad.

Under the golden midday sun, the golf course sprawled out before Jungkook in a picturesque panorama of lush green fairways and shimmering ponds. It was an ordinary day on the links, with golfers in their crisp attire moving about, but something extraordinary was about to unfold.

As Jungkook concentrated on his task at hand, the rhythmic clinking of golf balls echoed around him. He'd been working at the Hamilton Hills Country Club for quite some time now, but today was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until he heard the distant hum of a golf cart approaching.

Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened, and time seemed to slow. There, gliding gracefully on the golf cart, was the sexiest, most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed like polished bronze beneath the vibrant rays. Her long, buoyant curls caught the sunlight, casting a radiant halo around her.

She was a vision of elegance and allure, her attire a perfect blend of sporty and sophisticated. As she rode beside her father, who was concentrated on the path ahead, she exuded an air of effortless confidence.

Jungkook's heart quickened, and an unfamiliar warmth washed over him. The golf ball fell forgotten from his palm as he watched her, mesmerized. The world around him blurred, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like it was just him and this captivating woman.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated not only by her beauty but by the grace with which she moved. It was as if she held the secrets of the summer in her very being. The very smile she flashed his way before passing him left him intoxicated.

As their eyes briefly met, a rush of emotions coursed through Jungkook. It was a mixture of awe, admiration, and a tinge of nervousness. He felt like he'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure on this ordinary golf course.

The bells sing above the doorway as he enters, announcing his presence to everyone inside. The warm afternoon has more than just Jungkook looking for a sweet dessert to cool him down.

He gets in line behind a young woman, beside her an even younger child, six maybe seven. The little girl laughs at something her mother says, throwing her head back and almost knocking into Jungkook. The strikingly beautiful woman smiles apologetically at him, despite having done nothing wrong.

She grabs the child's arm, laughing softly as she ushers her forward.

Despite just sparing a glance at her, Jungkook thought she looked quite young to be a mother. Though, their same coloured hair and similar laughs couldn't have been just coincidence.

The line moves quick enough, and soon Jungkook is just a step closer to his beloved vanilla gelato.

"I want oreo!" the little girl squeals, hands and face pressed up against the glass as she ogles at the all ice-cream.

"One scoop of oreo in a cup and one scoop of vanilla in a cone please," the woman says to the employee, keeping one hand on her child to make sure she doesn't fall over in all her excitement.

It's endearing and entertaining at the same time watching the girl's eyes light up as she watches the ice-cream being scooped up and put into a cup before being laid right before her eyes.

"That'll be $8.20."

The woman reaches into her bag, digging around for her money when her face drops. A surge of panic washes over her face before she frowns, hesitantly turning to her child with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to come back another day.."

The poor child looks devastated, bottom lip wobbling as tears well in her eyes- Jungkook would be a monster to stand back and watch her day be ruined.

"I've got it."

He steps forward, wallet already in hand as Jungkook pulls out a $10 bill.

The woman turns to him, surprised and a little embarrassed. This close, Jungkook realises she's barely up to his chin.

"Oh, please! you don't have to-" but Jungkook is already handing the money to the cashier, who accepts it.

Jungkook hands the cup of ice-cream to the little girl with a smile, and the second of hesitation on her face before she takes it is replaced with utter happiness as she takes a bite.

"Jae!" Her mother scolds her, before looking back at Jungkook.

"Thank you so much for that! Please, let me get your number so I can pay you back," she says, pulling out her phone and holding it out for Jungkook to take.

He uses a hand to lower it, shaking his head.

"There's no need, seriously."

The woman blushes, bowing slightly to show her appreciation.

"Say thank you to the nice man," she says to her child, who thanks Jungkook with a mouth full of ice-cream.

Jungkook smiles endearingly.

"No problem at all."

The woman thanks him again before they leave, and Jungkook gives her a smile before turning back to buy his own ice-cream.

Five minutes later he's walking down the street, a cone of vanilla ice cream in hand as he makes his way to the train station.

But he stops short when he sees the woman from before and Jungkook's jaw almost drops as he watches her reach into her purse and pull out a $5 bill which she hands to the street vendor before sitting down on the curb beside her kid, eating the churros that she bought with the money she supposedly didn't have.

The two of them are giggling to each other when Jungkook marches up to them, feeling utterly stupid.

"Hey woman! What the hell was that?"

The girls look up at him, then each other before they both burst out into laughter, making Jungkook even more angry.

"You scammed me!"

The woman finally stands, and Jungkook glares down at her as she approaches him, almost toe to toe when she finally looks up into his eyes.

"It's called a hustle," you smile sweetly, a mischievous glint in your honey brown eyes.

Suddenly Jungkook doesn't know whether he's meant to be angry or impressed. In all honesty, every thought flies out of his head when you're standing this close and he can notice every feature on your face, every beauty mark and tiny freckle.

"Oh my god, did you just Zootopia me?"

You laugh again, and Jungkook's resolve starts slipping even more. He feels the need to take a step back, suffocating in your presence.

"Sly fox, dumb bunny," you shrug.

"Is that even your kid?" he asks instead, nodding at the little girl still sitting on the curb munching on a churro.

"Nope, my niece." you grin wickedly, and Jungkook groans.

"This is what I get for being a good human being."

"Okay Oprah, calm down."

There's an easy smile on his face that Jungkook just can't wipe off.

Who was this beautiful, witty, woman who scammed him and why was he so attracted to her?

"I'm Yn, and if you sit down with us I'll give you a churro and maybe you'll forgive me," you don't wait for him to accept him, settling back down on the curb and grabbing a churro, turning to Jungkook and holding it up to him expectantly.

Whatever force compelling him to take it was overpowering, and soon enough Jungkook was beside you, churro in hand as he tried to figure out how it had come to this.

He tries so hard to hate the the girl next to him, she scammed him of his money! But something about you just made you impossible to be annoyed at.

"I promise that's the only time I've ever done that so please don't call the police.."

He wasn't going to anyway.

"I'm babysitting my niece today and we watched Zootopia earlier, and I thought it'd be funny to try what Nick did.. I didn't actually think it would work,"

You smile to yourself as you replay that moment in the ice cream parlour, remembering how quick Jungkook was to offer to pay. You never even interpreted it as an ego thing, something about him told you he was just that kind of person.

Jungkook is staring at the road when a ten dollar note is being shoved into his face.

"Atonement," you smile weakly when Jungkook turns to look at you rather puzzled. There's a small blush on your cheeks, he's not sure if it's embarrassment or not but either way, he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it," he chuckles softly.

A beat of silence passes as you both just take in the quiet around you, shopkeepers bringing in their signs as they close up for the day, streetlights blinking on as the sun slowly disappears over the horizon.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook sees the child, your niece, poke you inconspicuously before whispering, "Is he your boyfriend?"

Before you can ever process it, you let out a snort which makes Jungkook smile to himself as he pretends not to listen.

"Can he buy us ice-cream everyday?" she asks eagerly.

"If you ask nicely," you tease back, before hopping up and holding your hands out for your niece to grab.

"We're gonna head off before it gets totally dark," you say to Jungkook who follows you up, dusting his jeans off.

"Right.. I should probably head off too," Jungkook says.

You exchange the world's most awkward goodbye before leading your niece by the hand to the parking lot where you parked your car.

You don't know why a part of you wanted him to at least hope to see you around, but a tinge of disappointment had settled in your stomach when you walked away with just a goodbye.

You make it to your car before you hear your voice from the street.

"Wait!"

You don't know how fast you stop and turn around before Jungkook is crashing into you, an arm instantly coming around your waist to stop you from toppling over.

"Fuck- sorry!" he apologises twice for almost running you over and swearing in front of a child. Luckily she's already buckled into her seat and playing on her Ipad to notice.

"You okay?" he asks.

As if realising he's still holding you, he removes his arms letting them hang limply by his side.

"Uh, yeah.."

"I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here, but I just know you're witty and cool, and stunningly beautiful- I would be stupid to let you go without any way of ever seeing you again."

His admission has your cheeks burning, and you look away to hide how much it affects you.

"Not that I'm expecting anything, unless you are, 'cause in that case I'd definitely- you know what, this was so stupid and I'm probably creeping you out.. I'm so sorry, I'll leave, sorry again," you can't help but laugh as he turns away embarrassed, about to walk off when you grab his wrist and pull him back.

The low light masks his blush, and only Jungkook can feel the way his cheeks heat under your soft smile. "Give me your phone, dumb bunny."

It's comical how fast Jungkook tears his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you and watching eagerly as you type in your number.

"Text me next time you're getting ice cream," you grin as you hand the phone back to him.

Jungkook smiles at you through the window as you climb into the driver's seat, and in the back seat is the little girl who's life he might have changed today, waving at him with the biggest smile on her face.

He didn't need to be Oprah to know he made someone happy today.

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You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”

“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.

You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”

“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”

She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”

“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.

“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”

“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.

You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?

Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.

I’m sorry.

Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.

“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”

Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.

Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”

To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.

You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.

“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.

“What?”

“Introduce us,” you hissed.

Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”

You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.

However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.

“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.

You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”

“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”

You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.

His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.

“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”

“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.

You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.

“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.

“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.

“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.

“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.

You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.

Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”

You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.

He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.

You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.

You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”

“Want me to take you home?”

“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”

“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”

“Sure th-thing.”

Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”

“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.

Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.

“Wait.”

You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”

The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”

You slid your hands out of his. “What?”

“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.

You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”

Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.

You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.

“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.

“Wait, Y/nー”

“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”

Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.

“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”

You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”

“Want a drink?”

You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.

The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.

“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.

“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”

You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.

“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.

“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”

“We did, huh?”

The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”

You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”

You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.

“I told you I liked someone else.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”

You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.

“She rejected me.”

Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.

“But I never stopped loving her.”

“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?

“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”

You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”

“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”

“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”

Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.

Jungkook nodded.

You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”

“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”

“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”

“What? No, that’s not what Iー”

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”

“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”

You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.

“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”

“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”

You folded your arms. “Maybe.”

He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”

You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”