Forbidden Love ♡

☆ chapter : 6

"Florist girl! You really have a knack for throwing things, don't you ?"

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Isra couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she glanced at Jungkook, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. The memory of that first meeting, where she accidentally sprayed water on his face, played vividly in her mind.

"I told you it wasn't intentional!" Israa exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of defensiveness and regret.

Jungkook scoffed, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Then what about now, Miss?"

Feeling a bit flustered, Israa mustered the courage to explain herself. "It's because you were following me, and I got scared," she admitted her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's eyes softened a hint of understanding in his gaze. "I was just going home, Miss Florist, not following you," he said sincerely.

Realizing her mistake, Israa felt a wave of foolishness wash over her. Her gaze dropped, avoiding Jungkook's eyes, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine remorse. "I thought someone was following me."

After hearing Israa's words Jungkook felt weird emotion in his heart, he was never the type to worry about other's business.

"It's okay, but what is this white thing you threw at me?" Jungkook said changing the subject while wiping his face with his hand.

Israa looked at Jungkook and suppressed a laugh, but failed miserably and burst into a fit of laugh.

Jungkook glanced at Israa, his eyebrows raised in confusion. "Why, what's so funny?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Israa tried to stifle her laughter, but it burst out of her uncontrollably. "It's the flour!" she managed to say between giggles.

"Sorry, but you just look so funny with it all over you," she continued, pointing at Jungkook's face and shirt.

Jungkook made a pissed face while dusting the flour from his face and shirt.
He scoffed and said, "Usually people throw chilli powder never heard someone throwing flour."

Israa's laughter subsided, and she beamed at Jungkook. "Yeah, but chilli powder would have hurt, so I went with flour," she proudly explained,

Despite his initial annoyance, Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at Israa's cute response. He realized how kind-hearted she was, always thinking about others.

"Cute," he thought to himself, suppressing a smile.

"This flour won't help you, take chilli powder next time for protection," Jungkook said. "I can't believe it! So silly and childish," he continued, unable to hold back his amusement.

Israa shot him a sharp glare, hands on her hips, and said, "Be thankful it was flour and not chilli, otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here so calmly," with a scoff.

Jungkook, caught off guard by Israa's response, couldn't help but smirk, enjoying her fiery spirit.

"Oh really, Miss Florist, or should I say flour?" he teased, his playful tone filled with mischief.

Israa's eyes narrowed, a mix of anger and annoyance on her face. "Don't call me names like that! We ain't close, Mr. Flour face!!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation.

Jungkook, realizing he had pushed her buttons a bit too far, quickly raised his hands in surrender. "All right, all right, my bad. No more name-calling," he said, his playful smirk still there,
"then how should I address you, miss?" he asked.