The Only One || Jungkook

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Y/n woke up the next morning with an uneasy feeling, as if whatever happened last night was a big punch to her ego -which it was. He played with her, and she allowed him to, after everything that happened and that he did to her. Anger was already back in her system when she remembered the way his lips curved mockingly, and how his lip piercing seemed to shine even more after that.

Shit. She felt so pathetic.

Not only did he force her to come to a country she never intended to visit, he also wanted her to beg him.

A pissed groan left her lips as she sat up on the bed, thinking everything would get better if she complained out loud. The amount of curses she kept saying in Spanish -and that she had never used before- seemed to get his attention on the other side of the door. Jungkook didn't understand a word, but he for sure was convinced that neither of them meant anything good. Although he didn't bother to come in, he just walked past her door and welcomed a new day filled with awful duties.

—Be careful with her —he warned Jihu—. I doubt I'll be home tonight, so just make sure she doesn't do anything.

—Yes, sir —he bowed.

His head was so busy in the many ways he could find to please her, that he totally forgot the big event he was supposed to be holding that night. The fact that it was the only time in a year that the whole Bangtan clan reunited together. Each one of the members coming back to Korea, just to celebrate the day their parents decided to start it all.

Although Jungkook wasn't sure if that was something he actually wanted to celebrate at all.

As Y/n heard the door closing, she knew it was a safe time to get out of the bed and walk to the closet, waiting for a new message that could make her work easier. But there was nothing. She was all by herself on it.

And just as she left the phone back to where it was, she asked herself who could be Sanhyuk's source... It had to be someone Jungkook was close with, because it didn't make sense how they'd get any information otherwise -especially when it came to her and their story.

He definitely had more enemies than he probably thought. Not that it was her problem though.

Walking down the stairs, she was surprised to see no one around. Although her isolation was temporary, it only took her to take one step, look to her right and find Jihu standing next to one of the doors. He didn't aim a word at her, simply bowed and went back to his own thing: looking at some point forward.

—Will you stand there all morning? —she asked, standing in front of him— We're each other's only company, so it would be better if you stopped this formal thing. You always end up on the couch talking with me.

The man sighed, giving her an exhausting look before he tilted his head. Even if he had wanted to ignore her those two weeks, she always managed to get him to speak to her as if they had been best friends for years. He wasn't sure if it was boredom, or her bright aura, but she made it difficult to keep his voice to himself.

—You don't want to know what happened to Marina and Cris? —she temptingly asked— Yesterday you were left at the best part of the story.

Those two weeks, he barely spoke about himself, but she did speak about herself... well, about high school dramas she witnessed years ago. And he was surprised to realize they were a lot. Suddenly he felt scared for his teenage daughter, and was praying cultural differences would make it difficult for her, because everything that came out of Y/n's mouth made him regret ever thinking that being a father was a good idea.

Honestly, he never thought that Jungkook's idea of remodeling the library would work. That girl wanted company, and not much entertainment. He could tell by the way her eyes showed all types of excitement while speaking to him -or trying to. A book, nor a TV program, would give her that.