Nina Sam has lived a confined life, locked away with her sisters since she was five-shunned by her father, a ruthless male chauvinist who couldn't stand having a daughter under his roof.
Now, she's stepping into a new chapter at a prestigious girls'...
Warning: More cursing. "Well, you do it all the time, why are you alerting us now?" so that you'd be ready for the double dose of cursing. 😂 jk! I have minimized it anyway!
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Jungkook's P.o.v
I woke up in absolute hell.
Some demonic force was howling next to me—and by that, I mean singing. Loud. Off-key. Unapologetically.
If I died in my previous life, I must've committed a heinous sin to be cursed with sharing a tent with this banshee.
"NINA, FUCKING STOP IT," I groaned, digging my palms into my skull. My soul was leaving my body and not in a peaceful, Zen kind of way.
"I AM BEGGING YOU. PLEASE. STOP," I snapped, slapping a hand over her mouth.
And what does she do? Wiggles her brows at me like a maniac. That stupid eye-smile told me exactly what I needed to know—she was doing it on purpose.
She made some deranged squeaky noises, and I instantly regretted touching her. I yanked my hand back like she was contagious.
"It's eight. We've got shit to do," she said as I crawled out of the tent just to breathe air that didn't reek of her chaos.
I didn't want to look at her. Not after what happened yesterday. She screamed. Loud. In pain. It haunted me all night. The way her face twisted. How she trembled.
If I hadn't pulled her, hadn't dared her... she wouldn't have fallen. Wouldn't have hurt her ankle. Wouldn't have looked at me like I ruined her.
I clenched my jaw. I couldn't take it back—but I could at least make sure she was okay. Until her leg healed... I'd take care of it.
Even if it kills me.
"How's your leg?" I mumbled, avoiding her eyes as I zipped the tent open.
"It's not that bad... That Moov spray is something else," she chuckled, crawling out behind me.
And I instantly regretted everything.
Her shorts—if you could even call them that—were practically non-existent. Her whole damn ass was right there, bouncing around like it had a vendetta against me.
Is this what I'm forced to look at now?
"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped before my eyes could betray me more.
"Going out. Enjoying the morning. You should try it sometime," she fired back with that cocky little smirk.
Great. Just great.
Not only was I cursed with the memory of her falling because of me, now I had to babysit a half-naked demon who thinks she's a pop star.
