LUCKY SEVEN ✱ jungkook

05 - THE OFFER.

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LATER THAT NIGHT at a time considered safe enough to slip away without drawing much attention, I make way for the exit.

It is dark. Bad things happen to women who run around alone at night. I have lived long enough to have experienced it. There was no turning back now though, right?

Not that I meant it sincerely.
You really do enjoy ruining my nights, don't you, little minx?
It would be a shame for you to mistake me for an amateur, Miss Rabbit.
I win.
I win.
I win.

I let out a choked groan, unable to refrain from replaying the scenes in my mind. How unlucky for a lucky girl like me to witness the growing ego of a self righteous man. The look of victory that flickered in his wicked stare practically engraving itself in the depths of my photographic memory.

I remind myself that it was simply just a win by chance, a very small margin. Jungkook couldn't have possibly overruled my luck.

My nails subconsciously sink into my balled up fists, leaving crescents to the flesh of my palms though by now I was far too consumed in thought to take notice.

Fate intervened my moment of obliviousness in the form of a sleek exterior having to make a sharp manoeuvre, skidding to a side to avoid colliding with a careless pedestrian. Me.

The tyres screening against the asphalt was enough to pull me back to reality. My heart pounding in my chest, threatening to slip through the space of my quivering ribs. The abrupt rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Thump, thump, thump. I knew that I had to do something, but I was paralysed with fear.

All I could do was watch as the car door bore the brunt of the near-miss, denting upon the impact of a lamppost. The force reverberating through the vehicle enough to cause a visible dent, one that marred the flawless surface to be seen from the distance I stand rigid.  

The time paused for what felt like minutes until the sound of a car door opening cut the suffocating silence like a knife, and a familiar face stepped out of the vehicle. His usually gentle features now displaying livid anger.

No, no, no.

Earlier was just a win-by-chance, the defeat was nothing and I narrowed it down to a once in a million possibility of my luck failing me.

But this? Everything about this situation screamed my defeat. Because stood with fury-filled eyes that examined over the once pristine paintwork of the car door now etched with visible scratches the length of my arm was the one and only Jungkook.

Guilt ties knots in my stomach as I stumble towards the scene and that's when I glance at Jungkook and discern the anger that radiates off him in prominent waves. His flared nostrils disappearing behind his knuckles as he rubs his palm over his mouth in pure frustration, as if attempting to rationalise the scene before him.

"Jungkook, this—"

"Ever heard of looking both ways before you cross the fucking road, Zari?" The nickname I once adored being spat at me with a somewhat hatred lacing his bitter tone makes my insides twist involuntarily.

"I wasn't thinking, I didn't realise—"

"Save it."