"Hayun if you really mean what you've just said, I couldn't be close enough to hear my breath mingling with yours". I wrapped her waist.
"You shouldn't let your brother's friend touch you like this. You shouldn't even let him kiss you, am I right?"...
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The authors have created two playlists for Jungkook and Yoongi, with songs we recommend in the chapters and others that give us the vibes of the two in this fanfiction. So here's the one about Jungkook.
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For this chapter, we recommend to play "Shut Up and Listen" by Nicholas Bonnin and Angelicca. We'll say the right moment to listen to it during the reading, for a better ✨experience✨. Now let's start!
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Hayun's pov As soon as Taehyung started talking about Hobi's party, I could do nothing but run for the hills. I had drunk far too much and one more word would have ruined me. I always do this when I am drunk: I'm capable of telling even my darkest secrets. And my secret now had the same first and last name as the secret I had been carrying around for eleven years.
Jeon Jungkook.
The same boy whom I avoided as much as I could but with miserable results; the boy who deceptively kissed me and left me unsatisfied in his kitchen, even taking with him the sandwich he had made for me.
This boy just now, for a stupid game, had kissed my neck with all the passion he could muster. I know how drunk he was too, but he couldn't have the slightest demeanor. That was a game, yes, but the effect he has on me when he even touches me... that's anything but a game. Could he understand that?
So, after taking my last shot, I went deeper into the forest to go to my tent. I definitely needed some rest, I was too drunk. That day had been far too heavy. I wondered if Yuna had been late or if I had to wait up for her.
I needed to talk about that scene of her and my brother that I had witnessed. What if those two were together in secret? Would my brother do such a thing? If that was really the case, I had definitely underestimated him.
By now I was almost close to my tent when my thoughts were driven away by the sound of resolute footsteps behind me. It was tremendously dark around me. "Yuna? Guys, is that you?" I said, glueing my feet to the ground. I was really afraid that he might be a psychopath, and I was actually in the woods, alone, drunk and with a small, almost discharged flashlight. I could have been an easy prey.
Suddenly, as soon as I could speak, those footsteps stopped. Was it possible that I had imagined everything? Was I really that drunk? I was a total reckless person, but i decided to start walking again until suddenly I felt someone grabbing me by the hips, a hand clamped over my mouth, and I was dragged into one of our group's tents. Was I going to die?
