My Fault (JJK) BOOK 1

JUNGKOOK- 16

Inside, I was burning. In every possible sense of the word. For days, I hadn't been able to stop thinking of that kiss at the races, and it was ruining my mood. Seeing her in my own home, rubbing something I couldn't have in my face, was more than I could bear. She looked incredible tonight; I couldn't take my eyes off her body. Her legs, her breasts, her long, shimmering hair... I couldn't take her dancing in front of me with my friends while every guy had his eye on her. I'd heard more than a few of them utter obscenities about her, and I was surprised by how much it affected me. I was usually the first one to say stuff like that when a hot chick was around, but people talking about Y/n that way drove me mad.

When I'd seen her with my phone and realized what photos she was looking at, I'd felt pity for her and rage at the people hurting her, especially her ex-boyfriend, but that didn't mean I'd planned to take her into my dad's office and make out with her. Obviously, I'd had a few too many drinks and didn't realize what I was doing until the lights came on and I saw it all clearly. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen from my kisses... Jesus, just thinking about it made me want to go back for more. But I couldn't, not with her. She was my stepsister, dammit, the same stepsister who was screwing up my entire life and had made me lose my car.

I tried to clear my head by going outside. I wanted to stay away from her. I couldn't sleep with someone who was living in my home, someone I'd see every day and who just happened to be the daughter of the woman who had taken my mother's place, a place I'd learned to forget about a long time ago.

I stayed outside until everyone started to leave. The house was a wreck, with plastic cups all over the lawn, beer bottles everywhere—a complete disaster. Frustrated, I walked to the kitchen door, where I could see the last few stragglers, among them Jenna and Lion. She was sitting on his lap, and he was kissing her neck, making her giggle.

I almost threw up in my mouth. Who'd have ever thought those two would end up that way? Lion was the same as me; he liked women, parties, races, drugs...but now he'd turned into a little girl's lapdog.

Women were only good for one thing. If you let it go past that, you'd have problems. I knew what I was talking about from experience.

"Hey, bro!" Lion shouted, and I turned around.

"Tomorrow there's a barbecue at Joe's. See you there?" Barbecue at Joe's. That could only mean one thing: a party till dawn, hot chicks, and good music...but I had plans for the next day, plans six hours away that excited and depressed me in equal measure.

"I'm going to Vegas tomorrow," I told him, making an ambivalent face he instantly understood.

"All right, man. Have fun and say hi to Maddie," he replied.

"I'll see you both when I get back," I said, and then crossed the house and walked upstairs to my room. There was a soft light coming from under Y/n's door, and I wondered if she was awake, but then I remembered she was afraid of the dark.

Someday when things calmed down, I'd ask her about that. But for now, I just wanted to sleep. The next day would be long.

My phone alarm went off at 6:30 in the morning. I groaned and turned it off, telling myself I'd need to get the lead out if I wanted to be in Vegas by noon. I hoped a long drive would help dispel the bad mood that was lingering from the night before. I got out of bed and took a quick shower before putting on jeans and a T-shirt, remembering the hellish heat in Nevada, which I'd hated since the first time I ever went there. Vegas was amazing as long as you stayed in the air-conditioned hotels, but outside, no one could stand more than an hour in that dry desert heat before it got to them.

As soon as I walked past Y/n's door again, the memory of the night before assailed me. As if I hadn't had enough after dreaming of her all night long!

I walked downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Prett, our cook, wouldn't get there until ten, so I had to figure out how to make a halfway decent breakfast on my own. At seven, I was in the car and ready to take off.