𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

5

Jungkook lay sprawled on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a giddy smile plastered on his face. He had finally settled on a casual outfit-a simple white tee and a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly.

He'd been agonizing over what to wear for what felt like hours, but in the end, he decided that his little one, his Y/n, would prefer something simple. She never was a fan of those heavy suits he sometimes wore, the ones that made him look like a mini-adult.

No, she liked him just the way he was-casual, comfortable, and free.

His mind wandered dreamily to tomorrow, when he'd take her to the new mall that had been built in Busan. He could hardly contain his excitement. He'd planned everything so carefully, keeping it a secret that the mall was built just for her.

He imagined the look on her face when he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. His cheeks flushed pink just thinking about it. He was going to be her boyfriend, and she was going to be his girlfriend.

It was like a scene straight out of one of those romantic movies he'd seen, where the hero and heroine end up together, living happily ever after.

Jungkook was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice how late it had gotten. It wasn't until he glanced at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was almost 11:30 p.m. that he realized he hadn't reminded Y/n to be ready for their big day.

Panic gripped him for a moment, and he bolted upright in bed.

What if she wasn't ready?

What if she didn't wake up on time?

No, that wouldn't do. He had to make sure everything went perfectly.

Without wasting another second, Jungkook called in one of the maids who had been lingering outside his room, waiting for his next command.

She entered hesitantly, her eyes wide with apprehension. She'd been on the receiving end of Jungkook's demands before, and she knew better than to argue with him, but she couldn't help but hope he wasn't planning another late-night escapade.

"You called for me, young master?" the maid asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Jungkook nodded, his expression serious. "I need you to take me to Y/n's room. Sneakily. Like we've done before."

The maid's heart sank. She had hoped he would have grown out of this by now, but it seemed the little master's whims were as strong as ever.

"Young master, it's very late," she began, trying to sound as reasonable as possible. "Maybe it would be better to wait until morning-"

Jungkook shot her a look so cold that it sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were now hard and unyielding. "I said take me there. Now."

The maid swallowed hard, knowing she had no choice. Defying him was out of the question. "Yes, young master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She led him down the dimly lit hallways of the mansion, careful not to make a sound. The weight of her fear pressed down on her with every step, but she didn't dare look back at the boy who followed her so closely, his determination palpable.