The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook was waiting patiently, back resting against the car while he stared at the big private jet that was about to set off to Korea, while Yejun moved nervously on the other side of the car, waiting constantly for that girl to show up. But minutes kept passing by, and the chances of her showing up kept reducing.

She was a menace, and the best thing his boss could've done was taking her out of the way. Instead, he was planning on taking her to his country, and let her live inside his house. It didn't seem like he was aware of how vulnerable he was going to be, out of one horny night he had a few weeks ago.

—Sir, she won't come —but Jungkook didn't even turn to him.

—Stay in your place —he simply said, eyes still fixed on the airplane—. She will come.

He was so sure of that, that he didn't even waste any time thinking of her coming up or not. He already thought of how he'd introduce her into his life.

He was right. She came.

Yejun looked at the small girl that walked to them, with both of her hands inside the pockets of her jacket, while one of the bodyguards escorted her to where they were -while the man carried her luggage.

Y/n wasn't sure of what she was doing. But it wasn't like she had any other choice.

She woke up earlier that morning, and thought of the million ways she could say goodbye and the thousand excuses she could give as to why she was leaving. But she knew she wouldn't be able to tell them directly, so she chose to leave them a letter.

She remembered every word she wrote as she made her way to the black car in front of the private jet. How she thanked them two for turning into her family in the past years, the big debt she had with Jorge -especially. She knew she was good at hiding things, but didn't think she was that good at lying when she came up with the whole idea of being offered a job overseas a long time ago, and not saying a word because she hated goodbyes -although that was the only truth she wrote on that note. She hated the idea of seeing either of them being affected by her departure -Y/n was sure things would've been more difficult if she had sit with them later last night to tell them she was leaving. She also didn't forget to assure them she'd be sending them money every month so they could keep going the same way they did until then.

—She's here, sir —Yejun whispered to Jungkook, as soon as he was able to tell who the girl was.

Jungkook smirked at that comment, not turning to her, because she was expecting her to make the effort to talk to him first.

—Happy now? —Y/n let out annoyed, standing next to him.

He turned to her, and examined her frowned eyebrows and tensed jaw, while her lips were fighting not to spit the worst words that could come out of someone. She was annoyed at everything that was going on, but especially at how she was more focused on his exposed tattooed arm.

—Very —he nodded—. See how it isn't difficult to do as you're told?

He tried to reach her cheek, to pinch it playfully, but she moved her face away faster so his hand couldn't reach her.

—Hope you know this was your choice —he let his hand fall, and sneak into his pants pocket—. You were given freedom, but chose to play dumb.

—There was no way I could know you were a freak that would be following me —she spit back, eyes challenging his.

—And I had every right to, didn't I? —his pierced eyebrow raised with his question.

The fact that she was called out again for her actions, only proved to her she had no way of snapping back at him. Y/n was sure there was no way she could have him feeling sorry for her at that point.