"Why!? Why did you do it Yn!?" He asked, his voice shaking all his heart said Yn isn't that kind of a person but the truth infront of his eyes was way too clear.
"Gosh! Jungkook you are too innocent for this world. You think someone me would love y...
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"Mr. Min!" I called out upon seeing Jungkook's secretary, Mr. Min, and approached him with sweat dripping down my face.
"Where is Mr. Jeon?" I questioned, feeling a bit uneasy about my mother back at the hospital. It was reassuring that I knew the doctor, who had granted me some leeway with the bill. Mr. Min seemed hesitant under my gaze, raising my suspicions.
"Mr. Jeon has a busy schedule and cannot meet you," he replied reluctantly, sounding so unconvincing. "Really?" I raised an eyebrow, noticing him sweat as he spoke.
"Ms. Lee, you can meet him later. I need to leave now," he quickly added before hurrying away like I am the ghost that's going to haunt him for his life time.
"What's going on? Why is he acting so strangely?" I pondered. My legs were aching, so I took a deep breath and plopped down on a chair.
Hours passed, but neither Mr. Jeon nor that Mr. Min appeared. My patience was wearing thin as my stomach growled, causing my cheeks to flush. I glanced around, resting my hands on my belly.
I hadn't eaten since morning, and my stomach was in turmoil. The rats in my stomach are doing Olympics competitions.
Despite losing hope, my stubbornness kept me waiting for Jungkook. Finally, I spotted him exiting the elevator, surrounded by a throng of bodyguards, that Mr. Min, and some employees.
I dashed toward him but was firmly blocked by his guards. I glared at them, then yelled, "Jeon!"
He kept walking, ignoring me completely. What a jerk he is. "Jeon, wait!" I called out again, but he continued as if he couldn't hear me, like he's deaf and everyone's eyes now are on me.
"Jeon, please wait!" I shouted, frustrated by his indifference. Losing my temper, I yelled,
"JEON JUNGKOOK, !!!" The crowd gasped, and embarrassment washed over me, but I focused on my urgency.
Finally, he halted, though he didn't turn around. To my surprise, he marched up to me angrily. The bodyguards stepped aside, and I brushed past them, stepping back nervously at his intimidating presence.
"Don't ever call me by my full name again," he warned, glaring at me. I was stunned, the fear racing down my spine.
He began to walk away again, snapping me back to reality. "I'm sorry, Jeon! Wait, I need to talk to you!" I pleaded, reaching for his arm, but he brushed me off roughly. What a jerk.
"Listen to me," I stepped in front of him and raised my hand to stop him. He shot me a glare. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake," I said, and he smirked.
"I thought you would come, but not this soon," he replied, locking eyes with me. I gulped hard as anger bubbled within me. "So, you knew," I asserted, furrowing my brows.
"Yeah! You're dumb, you didn't get that," he chuckled, infuriating me further while making me feel foolish.
"Return my property, Jeon," I demanded, my anger matching the sly smirk on his face fueling my anger even more.
"I'll only return it if you make a deal," he said, that cunning smile still in place as I tried to decipher his intentions. "You have to marry me," he declared, causing my heart to plummet. No, I couldn't! It would be the worst decision ever.
"I don't have time for this," he said, trying to walk past me, and I sighed in frustration.
"No, wait, I will!" I blurted out impulsively. His eyes locked onto mine with a spark of ruthlessness. "I will marry you," I asserted this time, glaring at him with determination.
"But only on one condition," he smirked. What now?!
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