𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

9

A/n : 100+ comments for next part.

As we settled into the car, Y/n’s words echoed in my mind, “Let’s go home, my personal driver.”

I couldn’t help the blush creeping up my cheeks. Her sass, that attitude, it was all still there, unchanged by time. I glanced over at her, smiling fondly.

“You know, I always loved that about you. That sass, the way you never took crap from anyone.”

But she didn’t reply.

She just stared out the window, ignoring me. I frowned, and after a moment, I cleared my throat.

“Excuse me?”

She turned her head slightly, her tone cool as she said, “You are excused.”

I chuckled at that, shaking my head. “You know, you said the same thing back then. Remember when I first came to school and asked Hyunsik to move because I wanted to sit next to you? You got mad at me, and later when I came over to your place, I said, ‘Excuse me,’ and you shot back with, ‘You are excused.’ You haven’t changed one bit, my moon.”

Y/n blinked at me, seemingly taken aback. She looked at me, her eyes wide for a moment before she quickly looked away.

I grinned, trying to lighten the mood, “That reminds me, how’s Hyunsik?”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Personal drivers aren’t supposed to be talking back to their madam like this. And if you’re so concerned about Hyunsik, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Her tone was sharp, and I could tell she was annoyed. I tried to laugh it off, “Come on, my little one, you’re taking the personal driver act too far. Hey, why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad,” she snapped. “I answered your question. I told you to go and find Hyunsik and ask him how he is.”

I sighed, glancing over at her again. “I can only do that if I know where he is or what he’s doing.”

“Exactly,” she shot back, her voice rising a bit. “That’ll happen only when you actually care enough to find out where he is, or where I am, for that matter. It’s been eight years, Jungkook! Eight years, 96 months, 2,920 days, 70,080 hours, 4,204,800 minutes, and you didn’t even bother to find out if I was alive or not! And now you have the audacity to call me your moon? What does that even mean, your moon?”

I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me as I took a left turn. “You’ll know soon enough.”

And with that, I took a left turn on the road, the steering feeling like butter in my palm.

She looked at me, confusion crossing her features. “Where are we going? Home is to the right, Kookoo— I mean Jungkook—” she cut herself off, realizing what she’d said.