Forbidden Love (Jungkook FF)

Part 3

Author's POV

Jungkook was focused on his laptop, the light from the screen casting a faint glow over his sharp features. Across the room, YN sat at her desk, deeply engrossed in her studies as she prepared for her final year of university. Her stomach growled, signaling her hunger, so she decided to take a break and head to the kitchen.

As she reached for something in the pantry, she felt a sudden presence behind her. Startled, she froze for a moment, but the familiar scent of fresh cologne quickly calmed her nerves. She knew who it was.

"Did I scare you, Doll?" Jungkook's deep voice was soft, teasing, as he stood so close that she could feel his warm breath against her shoulder.

"Not really," YN replied, turning to face him. She smiled warmly at him, her usual way of greeting him.

Jungkook watched her intently before speaking again. "I forgot to tell you—I'm going on a mission tomorrow. I might be back late," he said in his usual calm, detached tone.

"Okay," she murmured, though her voice was tinged with sadness. YN hated when Jungkook went on these missions, especially knowing the kind of danger he often faced. Being a sensitive person, she despised the thought of anyone—especially him—being hurt. At first, the sight of blood terrified her, but after Jungkook got involved in the mafia world, she slowly grew accustomed to it. She had even started learning how to treat wounds, all because of him. In fact, Jungkook was the main reason she chose to study forensic science.

Jungkook could sense her sadness. He always knew when something was bothering her. "Don't worry, Doll," he said softly, trying to reassure her. "I'll be back soon."

YN only nodded, her heart heavy, before turning and leaving the kitchen, making Jungkook sigh as he watched her go.

Later, YN sat on her bed, staring at the floor and fidgeting with her fingers. The door opened, and Jungkook stepped into her room. "Doll, this isn't the first time I've gone on a mission," he said, approaching her.

"Still..." she muttered, not meeting his gaze.

With a deep sigh, Jungkook knelt down in front of her, his dark eyes full of concern. "If you stay sad like this, I won't be able to leave, love," he said, his voice deep and alluring, yet filled with genuine care.

YN blinked, startled by the term of endearment. Love? She brushed it off quickly, giving him a small, forced smile. "Okay, I won't be sad," she promised, trying to lighten the mood.

Satisfied, Jungkook patted her head gently. "Good. Now sleep, Doll. You need to rest."

"Good night," YN whispered as she lay down, allowing Jungkook to tuck her in. He sat beside her, stroking her hair softly, a nightly ritual that always calmed her. It wasn't long before she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, YN woke up early and, feeling an odd sense of emptiness, decided to head into Jungkook's room. Instead of taking the normal route, she used the "secret door" that Jungkook had installed years ago. The door connected their rooms and was kept a secret from their parents.

She entered his walk-in closet and grabbed one of his oversized hoodies, slipping it on and inhaling the faint, comforting scent of his cologne. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what she was doing. Why am I like this? She thought, feeling both shy and embarrassed. As his sister, she shouldn't be feeling these things—this warmth, this strange fluttering in her chest. But Jungkook always made her feel different, in ways she couldn't explain.

She wandered over to his bed, wrapped herself in his blanket like a spring roll, and rolled around lazily, trying to stave off boredom.

Time passed slowly. By the evening, YN was lounging in the living room, watching TV, when there was a knock on the door. The maid answered, revealing an exhausted but familiar figure—Jungkook. He looked worn out from the mission, but when he saw YN dressed in his hoodie, his tired expression softened into a wide smile.

"Doll," he called out, his voice lighter now.

YN looked up and smiled. "You're back," she said, just as he threw himself onto the couch beside her, practically collapsing on top of her. The weight of his body pinned her down, her heart racing in her chest.

"Let me recharge for a bit," Jungkook muttered, his head resting comfortably on her lap. YN glanced nervously around, noting the presence of maids and guards in the room. But none of them seemed fazed; they were used to seeing Jungkook behave this way around YN. He was always different when he was with her.

After a while, both of them retreated to the balcony, enjoying the cool evening breeze and sipping on warm coffee.

"Doll," Jungkook called, shaking YN from her thoughts.

"Y-yes?" she stammered, meeting his eyes with a soft gaze.

"Where were you lost? I've been calling you," he said with a chuckle.

"Sorry," YN mumbled, making a cute pout, which Jungkook found impossible to resist.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

She nodded, but before they could continue, his phone rang. Jungkook glanced at the caller ID and frowned. "Why is Dad calling me?" he muttered, earning a giggle from YN.

"Can't he call his own son?" she teased, picking up the phone for him.

"Hello, Dad," she greeted cheerfully.

"Hi, Princess," Mr. Jeon responded warmly. The two of them chatted for a bit before the conversation took an unexpected turn.

"Jungkook," Mr. Jeon said after a moment, "you know Kang Ha-ri, right?"

Jungkook hummed in acknowledgment.

"Well, his father is interested in you," Mr. Jeon continued.

YN laughed at the statement. "Dad?" she asked playfully, wondering where this was going.

"Son, he thinks you'd be a perfect match for Ha-ri," Mr. Jeon clarified.

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his irritation clear, though he remained calm. YN, however, felt her heart sink. Her skin turned pale, her mind swirling with thoughts she didn't understand. Shouldn't I be happy for him? she wondered. Why does this hurt?

"What did you say?" Jungkook asked, his voice tense.

"I said I want you to marry her," Mr. Jeon replied, his tone firm.

In that instant, YN's coffee cup slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor. She quickly apologized, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'll clean this up," she muttered, standing to leave the room.

"Doll—" Jungkook started, but she was already gone.

Frustrated, Jungkook cut off the call with his father. "I won't marry her," he stated firmly before rushing after YN.

He found her sitting on the couch, trying to calm her racing heart. "Doll," he said gently, kneeling in front of her.

YN looked up at him, forcing a tight smile. "Congratulations..." she began, but Jungkook interrupted her.

"I said no," he stated, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Why?" YN asked, confusion and curiosity mixing in her voice.

Jungkook's gaze softened, and he leaned closer, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Because I won't marry someone I don't love," he said, his voice low and intense. He took a step closer, caging her between his arms, his body just inches from hers. "I'll marry the girl I love," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers, "and no one can stop me."

YN's heart raced, beating so fast she feared it might burst from her chest. Why did he always make her feel this way—this strange, confusing mix of emotions? Why was he making things so complicated?

But amidst all the swirling confusion, one question lingered in her mind: Who is he talking about?