My You | Jungkook FanFic

Thirty-Nine

"What are you doing here?" she immediately asked, accusation thick in her tone. "How did you find me?"

She was suddenly fearful in a whole other way. She wasn't afraid for her life, she was afraid of something else, something she didn't really know the name of.

"You left without really saying goodbye," he said, walking towards her, and as he got closer his features got more and more visible.

Gosh he was gorgeous. He was wearing his biking clothes. All ebony leathers, sleek, and fitted to his every muscle with ease. He exuded a dark sexiness that sent a thrill through her bones. It was like electricity. Awakening her and pushing aside the tipsiness. Everything was suddenly sharp and crisp. She could perfectly see the dark angel in front of her and she was wary of his presence. Worried that if he touched her she might literally disintegrate.

"I'm sorry. I had no choice. I needed to leave before someone found me." She said it politely like he was a customer and she the owner that had to close up shop early.

His perfect mask seemed to slip for a second and she swear she could see a hurt deep in his nearly pitch black eyes. But it was gone in a blink and he his leather gloved hands clenched and unclenched, squeaking slightly with the leather on leather.

"Stop running, Wren," he said, and he was now right in front of her. Literally a few inches away. Wren felt the sudden urge to take a fight stance even though he wasn't here to fight her.

"Why does it matter to you?" she whispered, unsure still how he'd found her. "And how in the world did you even find me?" He didn't have anyone with him. It was dangerous for him to be out in Busan. Alone. Without protection.

"I've been scouting out the fight clubs, knowing you would eventually have to show up to one to earn money. This one is very popular. It was a lucky guess."

She scoffed not believing he had hunted her down quicker than her father's men.

"Wow," she ran a hand through her hair, feeling slightly crazed.

"Come home," he said again, reaching out this time to touch her wrist. She backed away as if he were a hot stove.

"It was a waste of time coming here, Jungkook. I'm not coming home."

His jaw clenched and unclenched and the action only made his face more beautiful. The edges and curves of him when tensed were only more pronounced and beautiful.

"I at least needed to know that you were okay," he said, and he didn't give up. He took another step towards her, and something met her back

The concrete wall of the building they were next to. When had she been backed into the wall? He was all sorts of distracting. A predator, cornering his prey.

"I'm fine. Now, shouldn't you be home? Preparing for a concert or something?"

He chuckled and reached out to put a hand on the wall next to her head. He leaned in and she could smell him. It was a deep musk from his cologne and it was utterly intoxicating. She wanted to drown in the scent.

"I can't stand being home knowing that you're out here somewhere, risking your safety at these underground fight clubs, and traveling alone. . ."

She didn't want to be affected by his concern. So she shoved it aside like it didn't matter, but really her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears.

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." She lifted her chin defiantly, and his other hand came up as if on instinct, grasping it between his fingers.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" he murmured.

She reached up to push his hand away but he blocked it. A simple move that they'd practiced a thousand times on the mats.