Twisted Secret || Jeon Jungkook ✔

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"I don't hate you," Jungkook said firmly.

"Yeah, you do. You're always looking at me like you don't approve or something. Ever since you found out I was Anaya's best friend, you've been negative." Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, wishing Anaya were here now. Anaya always knew how to keep conversations going, no matter the topic. She had a way of making people open up.

"Do you take advice?" Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

His thick arms rested on the table. Did he work out? She was sure Anaya had mentioned he did. Sitting behind a desk all day didn't build arms that thick or a body that seemed more suited to a dark, dangerous figure than to someone like Jungkook.

"Depends on who's giving the advice," she replied, glaring at him.

"Then take this advice, Y/N. You're not ready to hear what I have to say to you. This is new territory for you. Back off, and I'll tell you the truth when you're ready."

What did that even mean? 

She couldn't make sense of his words. Why would he think she wasn't ready? 

What truth was he hiding?

The waiter left them with wine and water for Y/N. She explained that she couldn't drink wine because of her leg and the pain medication she was still taking. Feeling a bit foolish, Jungkook ordered water for himself as well, not wanting the effects of wine to weaken him.

As he sat across from her, he struggled to find something to say. Whenever he was with her, all he wanted to do was look at her. 

She was so incredibly beautiful, yet she had no idea of her own allure. Many nights, he had overheard her and Anaya talking in the spare bedroom when she stayed over. He'd listened to Y/N laugh off Anaya's compliments about her beauty.

Now, as she looked down at her lap, tracing the edge of her leg cast, Jungkook couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"I don't want you working while you're still in a cast," he said.

"What?"

"There's no way you're fully recovered. I don't like the idea of you working all day. It'll wear you out."

"Jungkook, I need to work. Money doesn't grow on trees."

He clenched his teeth, knowing she wouldn't listen to reason. "Then work for me, from my home."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock.

"What?"

She kept repeating that word. Was he not making sense?

"You're not ready to go back to your job. The only logical solution is for you to come work for me. Don't worry, I'll pay you." He mentioned a sum that made her choke. 

He wasn't an idiot—he knew the amount he offered was more than what she made in a year at the supermarket.

"What exactly would I be doing? You live in an apartment. How is working for you going to be easier than getting to the supermarket? You don't exactly live on the ground floor."

Jungkook leaned back in his seat, liking his idea more the longer he thought about it. If she stayed with him, he wouldn't have to worry about her so much. He was sick of always worrying about her. Every spare moment, his mind wandered to her, even when it shouldn't.

"Stay at my place. You can clean, organize—whatever. I'll pay you to play housemaid. I don't care, Y/N. I just don't want you going back there. It's not right. Your leg needs time to heal." He paused as the waiter placed their food in front of them.

"You want me to clean for you."

"I don't care what you do."

She started twirling her fork in the pasta, leaving him at a loss for words.

Great job, Jungkook. Smooth.

"I'm so confused right now," she admitted. "I thought you hated me. Why would you even want me around?"

"I don't hate you, Y/N. I've never hated you."

I'm just a jealous fool who wants you more than anything.

She shook her head. "Even Anaya knew how you felt. She told me not to take it personally."

"I never hated you. I just want to help you. Take my offer willingly, Y/N."

"Or what?"

He leaned back and looked at her seriously. "Or I'll bring you to my apartment and lock you in there every day."

Y/N gasped. "You can't do that."

Oh please he can sweetheart!

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