form follows heart /jungri

vii. a cursed rain

a/n: i'm back!!! and maybe!!! the plot is going to pick up soon??? idk lmAO i'm honestly just winging it, made a lot of edits to my previous draft:) anyways, finals are coming up so might be signing off next week so yes saying goodbye for rn! but hope u enjoy this chap! as always, thanks for reading<3333

Yerim was coming back from the grocery store when the sky decided to clap, flash with light, and pour rain, all in ten seconds.

Now, she was crouched underneath a gazebo, hair drenched and shirt plastered to her bra, four plastic bags full with not only groceries but also water. Around her, the rain fell from the roof in sheets, so dense that she couldn't even see about five feet into the distance. To make matters worse, a stranger was blatantly eyeing her body, in a very sexual way that made her ick and cringe.

She cursed at her decision to walk instead of drive. It had been an impromptu decision, driven by restlessness and frustration, one that was now laughing at her face.

The stranger moved closer to Yerim, and she jerked away, hard. He made no attempt to hide his eyeballs dropping down to her chest. Very cool, very cool.

Clearing her throat, Yerim shifted all her bags into one hand before taking out her phone. She had just navigated to Irene's contact on her favorite page when she remembered that her friend was visiting her sister. Sighing, cursing at herself again for being dumb, she went to Jimin's contact. He didn't answer; knowing him, he was probably nursing a hangover from hell. Well, there went all her options. Yerim could call Joy, but she doubted anybody would want to wake up at 8 in the morning on a Saturday, especially if that person worked late night shifts.

With no other choice, she plopped her butt on the bench. Ten minutes, she reasoned. There was no way the rain wouldn't stop then.

Yerim was terribly wrong.

Eighteen minutes later, she was munching on a granola bar and staring gloomily at the rain. She had a meeting later with Thomas Sawyer and had planned two hours to finish any last touches to her portfolio. At this rate, though, she was going to have only an hour or thirty minutes.

At least the creep hadn't tried to make a move; all he did was stare.

When five more minutes passed and the rain was still pouring, Yerim finished the bar and decided that getting drenched would be better than being a statue for a pervert. Throwing away her wrapper, she had just walked to the edge of the gazebo when a deep red Ferrari cruised to a stop in front of her.

The windows rolled down, and a familiar deep voice said, "Get in."

What was Jungkook doing here?

It had been two weeks since she had gone to his office that night. They had been too busy with upcoming deadlines to really talk about what had happened, not that she wanted to. Every single time she thought of the way she stormed out, she wanted to dig a six feet deep hole. (Maybe also kick his groin.)

"Come on. The rain is getting into the car." He leaned over the middle stare at her, his long eyelashes lifting to show his purposeful eyes.

Why was Jungkook here again?

"I just picked up some groceries." He definitely had mind reading abilities. "Get in. Your seat will be wet."

She hesitated.

"Babe." He sounded exasperated.

All of the hair on her arms stood up. "Babe?!"

Behind him, a car honked, and Jungkook turned around, looking, before throwing his stare back onto her. "Get in." His voice was more urgent.