Forbidden Kisses on a Harley| JJK

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a loud slap echoed through the dining room as mr. jeon's anger boiled over as he glared at his son. "what's gotten into you, jungkook? what's wrong with you?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with rage.

mr. jeon's hand came down again, striking jungkook once more. mrs. jeon rushed to intervene, her panic evident as she grabbed her husband's arm to prevent him from striking his son again.

"leave me, kara!" mr. jeon bellowed, shaking off his wife's grasp. he held up a phone, displaying the surveillance footage of jungkook and delilah making out at the back door of her workplace.

"is this what i raised you to be? a son who disrespects our family and engages in reckless behavior?" mr jeon's face twisted in disgust.

" shit pops! you're stalking me now too, huh?" jungkook wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb, a gesture that seemed to dare his father to take another step.

" this is ruining my reputation and yours." ryu, jungkook's father, growled, taking a step closer to his son. but mrs jeon was quick to pull him back.

" i don't give a shit about your reputation or mines!" he exploded, his voice echoing through the room." how the fuck is being with the woman i love going to ruin my reputation?! i don't want you dictating my life anymore, dad! i swear if you try this bullshit on me again—"

" what do you know about love??" his father scoff. " foolish boy."

"sweetie, let's take a break and calm down," she said softly, trying to placate him.

jungkook stormed out of the dining room, his anger boiling over. he grabbed his car keys and drove to the club, trying to clear his head.

as he walked in, the music and lights enveloped him, and he made his way to the bar. he ordered a drink, taking a sip as he scanned the crowd, spotting mingyu.

jungkook's anger surged again, but he forced himself to turn away, not wanting to deal with mingyu's drama when he was already so worked up.

however, things took a dark turn when mingyu slid onto the stool beside him.

"isn't it the chairman's spoiled son? what are you doing here? you don't belong here," mingyu sneered, raising an eyebrow. jungkook's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering.

"fuck off, kim,' he spat, downing his drink and ordering another one.

mingyu's smirk grew wider. " delilah broke up with you, huh? she'll be with me next."

jungkook's grip on the glass tightened as he felt his emotions boiling over.

mingyu's words dripped with venom, but jungkook's anger was already simmering just below the surface.

"you're just a rebound, jungkook," mingyu snarled. " you think delilah actually cares about you? aish! you're just a pawn to her, a way to get back at her ex."

jungkook's eyes darkened as he slammed his fists onto the bar, making the glasses shake. "fuck off, mingyu," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

but mingyu only pushed further. "think about it. she suddenly come here to seoul after breaking up with her ex, then decided to fall in love with you? acting all tough around others?" he raised an eyebrow. "you know, the night that you guys went on the fair, she texted me."

jungkook's face twisted in rage as his hands trembled. "what are you talking about?" he growled, his fists clenched.

mingyu leaned in, his voice dripping with malice. " you're pathetic to think a woman like delilah would want you."

with that, jungkook smashed his glass onto mingyu's head, shattering the silence. blood began to ooze out, and mingyu winced, stumbling back as he struggled to maintain his balance.

but jungkook was relentless, pouncing on him like a wild animal. his fists flew, raining down punches on mingyu's face, leaving behind a trail of bloody gashes.

mingyu's eyes widened in pain as he covered his face, trying to deflect the blows. but jungkook's rage was unrelenting, and he continued to punch with all his might. his hands grew increasingly bloody as mingyu's face turned into a crimson mess.

as jungkook's punches slowed, mingyu seized the opportunity to fight back. he grabbed jungkook's head, using his momentum to slam it into the bar. blood spurted from jungkook's nose, and he stumbled back, reeling from the blow.

two bouncers stormed over, their massive hands grasping jungkook and mingyu's shirts. "leave him, he's the chairman's son!" someone in the crowd shouted.

the bouncer scoffed, unfazed. " i don't care who his dad is," he snarled, before yanking both boys out of the club.
mingyu limped away, his face twisted in a wicked grin. "later, bro," he mouthed, as jungkook seethed with resentment.

jungkook stalked to his car, slamming the door shut behind him. he punched the steering wheel in frustration. "FUCK!" he bellowed, his knuckles white with rage.
as he turned the key in the ignition, his mind was made up. he knew exactly where he was headed.

" i need some fucking answers and she'll give them to me."

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delilah was lost in thought, her eyes fixed on a book in front of her, when the doorbell rang out repeatedly. she furrowed her brow, checking the timer on her phone before getting up to answer the door.

she found jungkook leaning against the wall, his eyes sunken and his stance unsteady. her heart dropped as she rushed to open the door and help him in.

but jungkook pushed her away, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. delilah's concern turned to alarm as she tried to grasp what was happening. " baby, what happened? are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"don't touch me," he growled.

delilah stood there, dumbfounded. "baby, what's the matter?" she cup his cheeks but jungkook slap her hands off.

" do not fucking touch me, delilah!" he shouted causing delilah to flinch. " what's your business with mingyu, huh?"

delilah frowned, " what are you talking about?"

" shit, are you using me to get back at your ex? are you cheating on me with mingyu, huh?" jungkook demanded and ran his hands through his hair.

her face fell as she took a step back. " cheating on you? why would i do such a thing?" she whispered.

jungkook's laughter was a low, menacing growl. " don't lie to me, delilah."

delilah's felt rising in her chest, but she kept her voice steady. "i'm not lying to you. i would never do that to you."

his expression didn't change. "just tell me, delilah. you cheated on me." delilah sat on the couch and her head begin to spin.

delilah's laughter was a mixture of shock and outrage. " you come to my home and accuse me of cheating? you're getting all this information from mingyu, the one who's been trying to get close to me?" she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"instead of communicating with me, you're accusing me without even giving me a chance to explain. you're so drunk and injured right now that i'm not even going to waste my energy on your bullshit, kook.

delilah rose to her feet and strode to the bathroom. she returned with the first aid kit, her expression calm and controlled. "sit down, jungkook," she said softly, holding out the kit.

but jungkook remained stubborn. "don't touch me," he grumbled.

delilah's patience snapped. she tossed the first aid kit onto the couch, her hands shaking with frustration. without a word, she turned and walked away, slamming the door to her bedroom behind her.

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a/n: uh oh 🌚....