Twisted Secret || Jeon Jungkook ✔

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"Why are you here?" Jungkook's voice was cold, cutting through the silence like a knife.Y/N stood nervously in front of his imposing desk, feeling small and out of place. Jungkook had always intimidated her, ever since he started dating her best friend, Anaya, just over a year ago.

 They had quickly become inseparable, while Y/N watched from the sidelines, feeling like a stranger in their world. For reasons she couldn't fully understand, Jungkook seemed to despise her. Anaya had tried to convince her otherwise, but the hatred in his eyes whenever he looked at her was undeniable.

"I wanted to see how you were doing... after everything." Y/N's voice wavered as she glanced down at her hands, wishing she hadn't come. Just three weeks ago, she and Anaya had gone out shopping, despite Jungkook's insistence that Anaya stay home.

 They had enjoyed a pleasant lunch, but on the way back, tragedy struck. Anaya lost control of the car, crashing into a tree. Anaya was killed instantly, while Y/N was left injured and trapped in the wreckage.

She would never forget the helplessness of being stuck in that car, desperately calling out to Anaya, hoping for any sign of life. Minutes passed like hours, but Anaya never answered. Y/N had been beside her friend, pleading with her to wake up, but it was already too late. 

The memory of hearing Anaya's phone ring, and the horror of telling Jungkook that his girlfriend was dead, would haunt her forever. Jungkook had arrived at the scene before anyone else, and to her surprise, his first instinct had been to help her out of the car.

Shaking off the painful memories, Y/N got to her feet. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." She shifted awkwardly on her crutches, the accident having left her with a broken leg, rendering her unable to work for the next few weeks. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry."

"Why the fuck are you sorry?" Jungkook demanded, rising swiftly from his seat. He rounded the desk with a speed that startled her, planting himself on the edge, inches from her. "You weren't the one driving the fucking car."

His harsh language always caught her off guard. Y/N had grown up around men who cursed often, but with Jungkook, it felt different. He was a successful businessman—shouldn't he speak with more restraint?

Her lips felt dry as she met his intense gaze. "I don't know what happened. I... wanted to thank you for pulling me out of the car."

The doctor had told her that if Jungkook hadn't applied a tourniquet above her wound, she could've bled out. The thought of dying terrified her, and it filled her with guilt—Anaya hadn't survived. Anaya's funeral was over a week ago, and it had taken Y/N this long to gather the courage to face him.

"I'm doing fine," Jungkook said, his voice softer now as he reached out and touched one of her crutches. She tensed, wondering what he was thinking. "What about you?" he asked.Conversation between them had never been easy. Silence always seemed to work better when they were alone.

"I'm fine," she whispered, staring at the ground. Her best friend was dead, and she was drowning in the pain of that loss. With no family of her own to turn to, she felt completely alone.

"You're not fine." Jungkook closed the small distance between them, lifting her chin with a gentle touch. "Don't lie to me, Y/N. Tell me the truth."

The intensity of his gaze hit her like a wave. Her body betrayed her, responding to even the smallest of his touches. This was where the guilt festered—something about Jungkook drew her in, his gruff voice, his chiseled features, even the rough stubble on his jaw. But he was Anaya's man, and Y/N had suppressed these feelings for so long that she wasn't sure what to believe anymore. His apparent hatred of her had been enough to keep her at bay.

"Everything hurts," she admitted, her voice cracking. "I'm sorry. I just needed to see if you were okay. I... I called Anaya's phone today, and I remembered—" Her words faltered as fresh pain surged through her.

Jungkook cupped her cheek, pulling her closer. Without thinking, she let go of the crutches and clung to him. He smelled incredible, a scent that was somehow comforting and intoxicating at the same time.

Anaya's face flashed in her mind, and Y/N forced all the thoughts and feelings Jungkook stirred within her to the back of her mind. This wasn't her man; he'd never be hers. She pulled back, gasping as she nearly lost her balance.

"Don't do anything stupid," he said, steadying her as he reached down to pick up her crutches. Once they were back under her arms, she stood there, acutely aware of his fingers brushing the side of her breasts. "You've got to be more careful."

She nodded. "I will. I'm sorry for coming here."

"You need to stop apologizing. Not everything is your fault."

Y/N nodded again, turning away from him. As she moved toward the door, she regretted coming to see him. Staying at home with the memories was unbearable, but why did she need to see Jungkook? He was probably moving on, even with Anaya gone. She had seen the way women gravitated toward him, even when he was with her friend.She was shaking off these uneasy thoughts when she reached for the door, but Jungkook's voice cut through her resolve.