His Mrs. Jeon I JJK ✔

Chapter 33

YN's POV

It felt so awkward that I was sitting on a bed and he was standing there like a statue. I couldn't take it anymore so I just invited him.

"Kookie, it feels awkward to see you like that, sit next to m- I mean sit anywhere," I opined and got stunned because of that as it just came out of my mouth again. He stood there and started looking into my soul with his hawk like eyes.

"I don't wanna cause any misconceptions again," Jungkook declared and moved his head to another direction. His jawline was sharp as a knife and I couldn't think rational. He looked back at me and I lowered my gaze because I didn't want to make it clear that a small piece of me started liking him.

I stood up from bed and went upto him. I wanted to apologize too because of my harsh words. He didn't look at me, he just looked at his locked fingers.

"I am truly sorry," Jungkook apologized with his head low.

"Why should I give you an apology when it is not even your fault," I remarked and used my fingers to lift up his gloomy apologetic face. He became stunned because of my sudden unexpected answer. I smiled sadly and nodded.

"How can you think that I can leave your fainted body in wet clothes and change mine to comfortable ones?" Jungkook replied and grabbed my shoulder.

"Jungkook, I-"

"Let me speak, YN," he phrased. Everything around me stopped and I could not see anything except his angelic features.

"I didn't have comfortable clothes except the ones that I was wearing. I didn't see anything. I was so scared while doing that and when you woke up I panicked hard. I can't explain all of it, but YN, I'm not a molester or something. I'm not into females for 'benefits' afterall the one who gave birth to me is also a female. If I wanted to molest you I could've done it earlier, but YN I swear I'm not that type of a guy," he contended and I didn't bother to ruin his conversation.

"You know how it feels to be at fault when it's not even your fault. It was Yoorin's case in your life, but you just said all that on my face," Jungkook added and laughed sadly. I had no words to apologize about my fault. I looked down and linked my arms. My right hand became red because I dug my nails into them as a punishment.

Jungkook quickly raised up my hand to prevent me from doing so. I just couldn't even look into his eyes for what I did and claimed him as a molester.

"Jungkook, I am ready to do anything, but please... please forgive me, Kookie," I begged for an apology and I knew he's not gonna forgive me anything soon.

Jungkook's POV

"Yeonnie, I can even take a bullet for you and you're talking about an apology," I whispered to myself and scoffed.

"What!?" she asked, but I just denied her question with 'nothing'.

"Jungkook, by the way, how did you get to know about my location?" YN questioned and a blush crept on my cheeks.

"I had a gut feeling that something bad is gonna happen so I had put a tracking chip on your skirt," I replied and felt proud because I didn't shutter or panic.

"I didn't wear a skirt, Kookie," YN uttered and sweat beads appeared on my forehead.

"I- umm its was ssskk nevermind," I responded with fillers and some shuttering.

"Oh-okay! Kookie, thanks for saving me today, I owe you something big," YN articulated and I smirked on the last part.

"Can we make a moment?" I questioned and that little one just nodded. Such an innocent girl!

I took steps towards her, she became a bit panicked and started walking back. I did so until there was no space and the bed blocked her way to go any further.

I smirked whole heartedly and took a huge step towards her which forced her to fall on the bed. She was Crimson Red, but surprisingly she didn't stop me.

I hovered above her, leaving a tiny gap between us and blocking her chances of escape by my robust arms. I removed her hair strands from her face and neck. My fingers made their way to trace her plump lower lip. Licking my lips wasn't helping the situation so I moved my lips closer to hers.

Her sight was fixed on her lips and hers was on mine. Our lips were just one centimeter away and my last braincell gave up, testosterones killed me from inside to make it fast and french.

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