Forbidden Love (Jungkook FF)

Part 5

Author's pov

Jungkook gently carried YN back to her room, carefully laying her on the bed before tucking her into the soft sheets. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, the tenderness in his eyes betraying the storm of emotions swirling beneath his composed exterior. He quietly left the room, heading downstairs where RM and the others waited.

"Is she okay?" RM asked, his voice low with concern.

Jungkook nodded, but the tension in his face was unmistakable. "It's been years," he muttered, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and sadness. "She's had these panic attacks since she was a child. I want it to stop!" His voice was rough, edged with frustration and helplessness.

RM placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Jungkook. We'll figure something out."

After a few more words of comfort, the others began to leave. "Alright, we'll head out now. Take care of her," RM said as the door clicked shut behind them.

Jungkook went back upstairs, quietly entering YN's room. She was no longer in bed but sitting on the couch, staring out at the city skyline through the large glass wall.

"You're awake?" he asked softly.

YN nodded, her gaze distant. "I did it again, didn't I?" she said, her voice laced with guilt.

Jungkook walked over and sat beside her. "It's okay, Doll," he murmured, taking her hand gently in his.

"No, it's not," she sighed, her frustration clear. "How many times am I going to create a mess like this?" She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the recurring episodes.

"Doll, look at me," Jungkook said, tilting her chin up so she could meet his eyes. "You're fine, completely fine, okay?" His voice was calm, soothing, as if trying to absorb all her worries.

She stared into his eyes, feeling the familiar comfort his presence always brought her. Slowly, her breathing steadied, and the tension in her shoulders began to ease.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?" he asked, offering her a soft smile.

"Yes, please," YN replied, her voice a little more hopeful.

"I'll get something for you," Jungkook said, standing up. But just as he was about to head downstairs, his phone rang.

"Hello..." he answered, his tone instantly shifting to something darker. "What the hell? Can't you handle one simple thing? Are you all incompetent?" His eyes grew stormy, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "YOU MOTHERFUC—" he was about to unleash another string of curses when he noticed YN walking down the stairs.

"Kook, how long is it going to take? I'm starving!" she whined playfully, unaware of his earlier mood.

Jungkook's expression softened immediately, the anger melting away as soon as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, Doll. Just a sec—" he turned back to the phone, his voice now stern but calm. "I'll deal with you later," he snapped before ending the call abruptly.

Night fell, and they spent the evening watching a movie together. Well, YN watched while Jungkook spent most of the time sneaking glances at her. He couldn't help it—her wide, doe-like eyes were so captivating, and the way she reacted to every little detail on screen made him smile. It was as if the world around him faded when he was with her.

The next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon called, informing them that they would be visiting tomorrow. Jungkook's mood visibly darkened at the news. He didn't like when they came around too often, but he said nothing about it.

"Jungkook, I'm heading to university," YN said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"I'll drop you off," he said, ruffling her hair before grabbing his car keys.

At the university entrance, Jungkook pulled the car over and leaned toward her. "Doll, take care," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. YN smiled and nodded before stepping out of the car.

After a tiring day of lectures, YN and her friends decided to hang out at Millie's place. They watched dramas and drank quite a bit—more than usual.

"Huh, you really have a handsome stepbrother," Diana slurred, struggling to get the words out through her drunken haze.

"I do," YN admitted with a proud smile. She had also drunk a little but was still sober enough to answer coherently.

"Diana, I should head home now. It's already 8 PM," YN said, glancing at her watch.

Millie smirked mischievously. "Yes, yes, you better go, or else her stepbrother will be upset," she teased, making YN roll her eyes.

YN pulled out her phone and called Jungkook.

"Yes, Doll?" His deep voice on the other end instantly calmed her, making her heart flutter. No matter how many times she heard it, he never failed to give her butterflies.

"Sugar, can you pick me up? I'm at Millie's place," she said, her voice quieter than usual.

Jungkook's tone shifted slightly, a hint of worry creeping in. "You drunk?"

"Oops, sowwie. Just a little bit," YN replied in her cute voice, trying to downplay it.

Jungkook shook his head on the other end of the line. He knew exactly what she was doing. She always managed to make him weak, no matter the situation. She was the only one who had that kind of hold over him.

"Fine. I'll be there in 10 minutes," he said with a soft chuckle before hanging up.

A few minutes later, a car honked outside Millie's house. YN grabbed her bag and made her way outside, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

"Oh, Sugar," she cooed as she walked toward Jungkook. Without a word, she threw herself into his arms.

Jungkook chuckled, easily lifting her into a bridal carry. "Doll," he murmured affectionately as he carried her to the car.

He gently placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, his movements careful and tender. When they arrived home, he carried her inside and laid her down on the bed.

As YN shifted slightly, she moved closer to him, her body seeking his warmth. Jungkook's dark eyes lingered on her, his expression unreadable.

"You make me insane, Doll," he whispered, his voice deep and dark with emotion.

Anyone else would have crumbled under the intensity of his gaze, but YN didn't even stir. To the rest of the world, Jeon Jungkook was untouchable, but for her, he would always be the one who chased what was forbidden. Because to him, YN was more than just his step-sister—she was his world.

But did it really matter? After all, he was Jeon Jungkook.

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