"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•Like a distant star, his beauty shines from afar•
🎀•Chapter Sixteen•🎀
Y/N's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh sunlight that poured into the room where she found herself sitting on the bed.
"Puppy, what time is it?" she mumbled, stretching her arms as far as they would go. "Sam?" she groaned, opening her eyes and looking in the opposite direction, but her younger brother's bed wasn't there. In fact, she wasn't even in her own bed.
Looking around, she soon realized that this wasn't her bedroom. In fact, it wasn't even her home.
Where was she?
How did she end up here?
Y/N sighed and kicked the sheets, realizing she was still wearing the dress from last night. That at least made her feel a little relieved. At least nobody had undressed her, like it often happens in movies and books.
She gulped and looked around, noticing several paintings adorning the walls. They displayed shades of sage green, teal blue, and soft purple. The entire room seemed to follow this color scheme.
Kicking the sheets away, she approached one of the paintings on the wall.
"Painted by White Panda," she whispered, gently caressing the brushstrokes of oil paint on the canvas. The painting depicted a girl crying with her face buried in her hands, set in a dark and lost place with a ray of light shining through a corner.
"How did this end up here? Whose house is this?" she mumbled, feeling confused.
Then, her gaze fell on the painting next to it. It was a delicate piece done with acrylic paint—a girl in the arms of a boy, their eyes deeply locked in each other's gaze. The background was painted with shades of pink and purple, applied with fingers.
This painting seemed to provide some sort of answer to the one next to it.
"Jungkook," she whispered, lightly touching the corner of the canvas where his name was signed. "Jungkook?" she repeated, her realization sinking in as she looked around. It dawned on her that she was in the bedroom of the idol, Jungkook's house.
"Hello," a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind, causing Y/N to flinch.
She turned around to see Jungkook leaning against the doorframe, his body wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her jaw dropped as she took in his muscular abs and biceps, with droplets of water cascading down his smooth, white skin. Was he some kind of Greek god or a work of art?
She gulped, quickly averting her eyes as he walked into what she assumed was a wardrobe.
"What am I doing here?" she asked, speaking clearly and loud. "You were sleeping here," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm, causing her to roll her eyes. What kind of guy was he?
