Twisted Secret || Jeon Jungkook ✔

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His gaze followed the curves of her body as she turned away.

Guilt rammed into him like a stab in the gut. That dark olive skin tone, long black hair, those deep soulful eyes—there was something in her that had kindled something so terribly uncontrollable inside him, always. It was ever since that accident that he had started keeping his distance from her. 

They both lost Anaya, but he just couldn't stand facing Y/N.

It was as if his mind replayed their first meeting: how the world had tilted the moment he laid eyes on her, and how everything he thought he knew had been disrupted by her. He loved Anaya, or so he made himself believe.

But Y/N. she was different. She stirred something so primal in him, something he had no control over, and that terrified him. Something in Y/N sparked a fire in him, which he could not turn away from. But the thought of breaking up with Anaya just to be with her best friend was too much. That was wrong, and it disgusted him to even think about it.

But Anaya was gone, and Y/N still remained alive, breathing, and beautiful in all her vulnerability. "Wait," he called out, unable to let her leave like that. In crutches with the cast on her leg, she seemed so vulnerable that all he wanted to do was hold her—pull her into his arms and never let her go.

Instead, Jungkook was holding at the edge of his desk, his eyes trained on Y/N as they had been through all these years. He couldn't leave her alone even when she was hospitalized. He would enter her ward while she was sleeping so that he could see her. Being away from her was intolerable to think of.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, reaching for his jacket as he glanced around and realized it was already lunchtime. "We're going out to lunch."

"Seriously, Jungkook, you don't have to stop what you're doing for me. I can take care of myself."

"Do I look like I'm giving you a fucking choice? " His tone came out much harsher than he'd intended. He gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself down, aware that he was very close to scaring her. "I need to eat, and you're here. I don't want to send you away." He wanted to mourn properly, to grieve the lost woman who was supposed to be his love.

Instead, it was only the thought of this woman across from him now that held his heart unknowingly in her hands that troubled him.

He advanced on Y/N, his breathing suppressed for her argument.

"Well, I could eat a bit. If you want to eat on your own, that's fine."

She looked down again and her long, raven-black hair swung over her face, obscuring his view of her beauty. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, but she wrenched away from his touch.

With a heavy sigh, he drew back, willing things to be different between them.

"Come on, let's go eat." He held the door open for her to pass, then closed it behind them. On the way to the elevator, he nodded at his personal assistant to let her know that he would be out and back after lunch.

"How does the place function without you?" Y/N asked as they stepped into the elevator.Staring at their reflections, Jungkook did everything he could not to look at her. 

There were times when she visited Anaya that he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. Life was easier when he pretended she didn't exist.

This is all on you. She's nervous around you because of you.

He had never made any effort to make her feel comfortable. The attraction was always one-way, and she never gave him any notion that she felt the same.

"When are you going back to work?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his obvious feelings of attraction.

"I'll be back next week."

"You'll still be on crutches."

"I know. I've got to get back to work. It's not my scene, staying indoors all day and doing nothing. I have to keep busy, or I'll go mad." Y/N stared at the numbers counting down on the elevator panel. Jungkook couldn't help but stare at the gracefulness of her neck.

Would her skin feel as soft as it looked? He wanted to close the distance between them, press her to the elevator wall, and kiss her. Jungkook's thoughts were racing—things he could not say out loud. You're not mine, but damn, I wish you were. I shouldn't want you, but I do. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is this unbearable need for you.

"I don't like it," he said, his fists clenched at his sides. There must be some way to turn it off. She didn't feel a thing for him and yet all he could seem to do was feel everything for her.

"There's nothing you can do to stop it. I've got to work, and they won't hold my job forever ".

"You should be resting. Your leg broke, and you almost died." Her sobbing over the phone after the accident twisted his gut.

The only thing worse than that memory was the image haunting him every time he closed his eyes: the car wrapped around the tree, Anaya's side a mangled mess, and Y/N trapped inside.

He pushed those thoughts away, reminding himself that Y/N was still alive. She did not know he and Anaya had an argument before she left and the nature of the argument.

"Bills need to be paid, Jungkook. Not all of us are successful business people." She gave him a little smile, and his heart sped even further in his chest.

Fuck!

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My laptop is reaching the end of its life. It has been with me since the Covid pandemic. I am now enrolling in college and I am thinking about buying a tablet for my college work. I am confused about which tablet to buy. I am considering the Apple iPad 10th generation and the Lenovo M11. I can't decide which one to buy, especially with the Diwali sale coming up. (Papa said he is going to buy me a new laptop, regardless, until this laptop is alive).