The Only One || Jungkook

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Of course he was back. There was no way Sanhyuk wouldn't know about Jungkook's doing, or how he planned to pay her a short visit while he was away. And clearly the man that was standing in front of her didn't have a plan. He always tried to play smarter than everyone else, but lacked those skills when he needed them the most.

—In the closet —she rushed him.

Pushing his big body towards the small place, she tried to cover him with some of the clothes that were hanging before she closed the door and went back to acting as if nothing happened when she heard the door opening.

—What's with the attack mode? —Sanhyuk joked, stepping inside the room— I just came here to congratulate you. Good job —he pinched her bruised cheek, making her let out a low whine—. Now you deserve me being good to you. See? I gave you back the light.

When his eyes were back on her after he pointed at everywhere around him, he was disappointed at her lack of reaction -or participation- on what he was saying. Sanhyuk chuckled, towering over her after taking one step in her direction.

—I did something for you, what should you say?

Her jaw was clenched at his comment, forcing herself to say the words he wanted to hear so his ego would be filled for the day.

—Thank you —she whispered.

—Good girl.

Sanhyuk smiled proudly at those two words, standing back straight before he looked around the room. He was looking suspiciously over her shoulder, tilting his head while twisting his jaw, before he walked past her. Y/n tried to keep her facade intact, but deep inside she was making a hell out of her mind for a few seconds, only being able to hear the bumping of her own heart -as if it wanted to break her chest to set free- and the sound of his shoes against the floor. He kept getting closer to the closet, and she tried to think if she had made a sound or if Jungkook had made it too obvious he was there. Sanhyuk just squatted momentarily, clicking his tongue as he picked up the dress from the floor.

—This is not how you should treat the clothes you're given —shaking his head in disappointment, he only glanced at her for a second.

Before he could make the attempt to raise his arm to grab the knob, she snatched the fabric from his hand, making him turn suddenly to her.

—You're right —she agreed, fast—. I should show more respect for the gifts you're giving me —her gaze dropped to the floor.

She didn't know why she was protecting Jungkook. At the end of the day, he had more to lose if he was seen there than her, because it wasn't like her life could get any worse. All she knew was that the desperation to avoid Sanhyuk peeking inside the closet was way bigger than her dignity in that moment, because in any other circumstances she would have never answered that way to the man who was standing with a smirk in front of her.

—I knew you'd be back to your senses soon —he nodded—. Keep up with this attitude, and I might sell you to one good guy. Or at least one that seems like it.

Jungkook tried his best trying to remain calm inside the closet when he heard that. He was sure Sanhyuk only wanted her to play a dirty game against him, but he never dared to think about the aftermath of his whole plan. Just thinking of Y/n in that same space again, surrounded by men while they waited to auction for her, and do god knows what, that was making his blood boil.

Darkness suddenly turned into light as she opened the door for him, helping Jungkook to stand and get out of the small corner. He was fuming, she had seen that same shape of his lips whenever he was too angry to actually say a word. Both of his hands were on his hips, trying to gain some control back of his own mind and senses. He wouldn't get to a solution if he was in that state.