Kiss

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Y/n P.O.V.

I almost reached destination. Blood boiled in my veins.

I was going to meet people I hated the most. I was going to change important thing in my life. But I didn't care. I was doing this for my future.

When I already Parked (Park-ed, got it? Okay let's leave my humor get back to the story) in the mansion, I sighed and got out.

I walked towards the door.

I rung the doorbell.

After a moment, the door opened, revealing a person.

~"What is freedom? The power to live the way you want." Marcus Tullius Cicero

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The quite old lady stared at me. She knew me. She recognized me.

I laughed.

~ What? You didn't expect me to be pretty successful and inteliJINt woman, did you?

Fear appeared in her eyes.

~ How can you both act like this? My poetry says, it's wrong. Hmm? Move. I've got something to tell you.

She wanted to say something, but then she finally moved, letting me in.

I came to the living room. Nothing in the house changed.

Soon except the lady, an also old man came.

He looked at me with fear in eyes.

It seemed like the lady already told him.

Good.

- What d-do you want? - he asked.

~ So you know, who I am?

He looked like even more frightened.

I smiled in satisfaction.

I hated this people the most. I didn't have single feeling of pity or something for them.

~ Anyways, I came to warn you about your next move. You made me and Yoongi broke up in a such cruel way. Now you're making Yoongi and Aera marry each other? They already have said once that they don't want to. The point is even if they get married, do you really think they will be a normal couple. Are you this stupid? Don't you think that Yoongi will spend time with his son. And you can't even influence him. I have recordings. I have videos. I have photos. I have proofs. And I can use them whenever I want. I can use them against you. Who do you think will believe you? Who will believe you instead of the young girl with a kid?

I crossed the border, I guess.

I saw rising hand. I thought, I'll receive a slap, which would make them losers.

But it have never come.

I saw Yoongi holding his fathers hand. He looked really mad. He was truly furious. He let go of elder's hand.

- Don't you ever dare to touch her or rise your voice at her. She's mine. - he said.

I hadn't have time to process what Yoongi just said.

He held me by my waist and pulled me closer to him. Suddenly our lips touched. He was kissing me. My eyes widened, I thought he just acted to the play so I kissed him back. After a moment I changed my mind as some memories came back. His lips with affection, love and deep emotions for me moved in sync with mine. In the same way as we had used to kiss before. Does he stil feel something for me? Does he- I got my answers as he held me even closer. My heart was beating extremely fast.

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A/n: Hi, I know I didn't write for a while but here I am. My main and the most important exams are over so I have more time to write! I'm sorry that this chapter was short, but I think, I'll publish something next week.

Also good news:

(1) during the June, there's a possibility I'll publish a whole (ended) book about J-hope x Y/n (about werewolves). The book is almost finished and I'm checking it, if there are any mistakes.

(2) some time ago, I have started to write a book about Little Jungkook (as a toddler). It's generally sweet and contains things like children's speech and part's of Kookie's diary. And it's about Hopekook. Maybe I'll publish a part soon or during holidays.

(3) recently I have started to write book about Sope. My concept is to draw attention to the importance of first love. The book will be about Sope, Vmin, small (sad) thread about Hopekook and Namjin.

 The book will be about Sope, Vmin, small (sad) thread about Hopekook and Namjin

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