"Can you try to not like me? Maybe if you do, then I'll learn to not like you back."
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While having to protect himself from the demons of his past, Jin has a duty to protect Jungkook, the spoiled son of a billionaire business tycoon. His life is one...
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Jungkook blinked, his eyes feeling heavy as he tried to pry them open. A yawn escaped his mouth as he brought his hand up to rub his eyes. He felt tired, but at the same time, he felt well rested.
He sat up, leaning out of the car seat. The first thing he noticed.was he was alone. The engine was turned off with the windows partially rolled down, with the doors locked and no sign of Jin.
Jungkook swiveled sharply to look out the window, taking in the view around him for the first time. Slowly, the panic he'd felt just minutes ago evaporated when he caught sight of whom he was looking for, shirtless, sweaty and playing football with some unfamiliar people.
Unlocking the door from inside, he pushed the door open and climbed out, getting instantly enveloped by a gush of wind coming from a beach behind a small wooden setup. It was a fancy, tropical eatery with savory and spicy aroma filling the air.
"Your friend is over there," a voice called from behind him. Turning, he found a young boy who looked a few years younger than him in a sombrero and shorts, no shirt. Actually, he realized a lot of the men there wore only shorts.
The boy was standing behind a wooden ice cream wheelbarrow with no umbrella and was squinting at Jungkook. Jungkook nodded, looking briefly over his shoulder at Jin who was way too focused in his game, before returning his gaze. "Yeah. I know."
"Come here," the boy waved him over, flinging the top of his cooler open.
Jungkook furrowed his brows at the kid's commanding tone, but made his way over, pushing his hands into his pocket.
He waited a few seconds before the boy closed the lid, and stretched out a cone of ice cream to him. "Your friend said to give one to you when you wake up."
"My friend?" He asked, then shook his head. "No, thanks."
"He already paid for it," the boy insisted. "He paid for everyone's Ice cream, including yours. Plus I already put the Ice Cream in the cone, I can't unput it."
Jungkook hesitated but took the cone from the boy. He looked at the cone, it was a swirl of white and red so he assumed it was vanilla and strawberry, but it smelled like coconut so, he knew he couldn't bank on it until he took a lick.
It tasted incredible! "This isn't strawberry," he said to the boy. He already deduced the white wasn't Vanilla. It was definitely coconut.
"It's beet," the boy said, all smiles. He stared at Jungkook with a strange fascination. "What body oil do you use?" He finally let out after the 20 seconds awkward stare. "Your skin is so smooth and shiny. I mean, your friend's skin is amazing too, but yours is... rich. Are you rich? Like a celebrity? I heard you're from Seoul. Are you an idol? You look like you could be an idol. They recruit them really young these days. My little sister's friend, Song Mi, who is 11 was just scouted by a-"
"Min, I told you not to talk his ears off, didn't I?" Jin called from behind them.
Jungkook turned to face him. His face was coated with a sheen of sweat, making his wind tousled hair to stick to it, but it didn't hide the chiseled, structured shape of his high cheek bones or the redness of his lips.
