The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook came back to the party, getting through all the guests -that kept trying to chat with him. He knew none of those conversations were important, they would be empty words on how good the party was, or how long has passed since the last time they spoke to him. Most of the people weren't even invited directly by him, but more because of past connections with his father -or either of the other funders of the clan. He also saw Namjoon and Jin somewhere in the distance, chatting comfortably while they kept checking everywhere around them. He was sure they were probably looking for him, yet there he was, more worried about a woman that would never stop causing him trouble.

He ran his eyes over a lot of dresses and pretty smiles, hoping he'd find her among any of them. His body stopped for a second when he thought he spotted her, confirming it when her hair waved in the air while she walked. He felt relieved, a weight on his shoulder was disappearing, although it only took him to look next to her for that to completely change. The second his eyes laid on Sanhyuk, he wasn't able to process what was running over his body. And he knew what he was plotting when he realized how close to the stage they both were.

Meanwhile, she considered Sanhyuk's plan, as if it weren't a countdown decision, where Jungkook could show up at any given time. It was her freedom they were talking about, and it could either work perfectly, or it could be a big mess. She didn't know Jungkook entirely, but at least she was somehow familiar with him, while she knew nothing about the man in front of her -except the fact that he seemed to hate Jungkook more than she did, and he was sneaky and a dirty player.

All her thoughts and considerations were suddenly interrupted when she felt her wrist being grabbed tight, pulling her body without a previous warning.

—What the f...

Her whole body froze, and her blood stopped running through her veins when Jungkook turned to her. A familiar dark veil was tinting his eyes, and a thin line was formed by his lips when he turned to her. Just one look, and she knew it was better for her to keep mouth shut. But, unlike her, Sanhyuk knew he wouldn't have to deal with Jungkook later, and he seemed to love to pull some strings.

Before they exchanged a few words in Korean, he pulled her arm again, managing to hide her small body behind his.

—You really think you can do whatever the fuck you want, don't you?

He scoffed at the informal and rude speech, moving his eyes away for a fraction of a second, trying to control the increasing need to break his jaw with his closed fist.

—Because I can do whatever the fuck I want —he replied, moving his eyes back to him—. Don't forget whose territory you're in, and don't forget your place —he took a step forward—. And don't forget who you're talking to, I'm still older and superior than you. Have some respect —unconsciously, he tightened his grip around her tiny wrist—. I will destroy you if I have to. Stop trying your luck.

Forcing her to walk again, he made their way to the stage. It was hard for her to keep her stability and not stumble on her feet, or the steps. All that, just to find herself completely blinded by the spotlight that was aiming at them as soon as Jungkook hummed to the microphone, while her senses were completely gone under all of those strangers' eyes while she heard Jungkook speaking in Korean:

—Right here, and right now, I want to share something with all of you —he looked at her for a short bit, before his eyes went back to all the guests, reminding himself he was speaking in the name of his hotel for most of them—. I want to welcome to the Bora family a person that I will trust and protect with my life, and that I will help and guide on every step she needs to completely be one of us. As my companion, my reason and my strength —he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body to whisper in her ear, changing back to English—. You're mine, doll.