Seductive Desires [JJK] #2

Ch13𓆩🖤𓆪

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Jungkook's POV:

The grand hall was buzzing with life today. That's a rare sight. It finally felt like this place was inhabited by people, not just an empty opulent space.

My eyes roamed over the crowd feeling boredom creeping in but that quickly evaporated when I spotted my hyungs already present. They hadn't even bothered to inform me.

Without wasting a second, I rushed over to greet them. I approached them and overheard Jimin hyung.

"How could I miss my best friend's birthday, Tae?" he was saying to Taehyung hyung.

A smirk played on my lips as I chimed in. "You remember your best friend now? That's great, Mr. Jimin." I taunted.

He deserved the taunt for neglecting me that day. I couldn’t even recall the last time we had talked, let alone met in person.

Both of them turned their attention to me and I couldn't help but grin when I saw the mocking expression on Jimin hyung's face.

"Look who's turning 24 today—Jeon Jungkook, the rich, spoiled playboy brat." Jimin hyung quipped, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk as he patted my back affectionately.

"More like a fuckboy." Taehyung hyung added joining in with a low-key grin.

I rolled my eyes. Not Tae hyung too. I was the birthday boy, for crying out loud. I deserved a little respect. I tried to adopt a faux expression of hurt. "It’s my birthday. Be nice to me."

Jimin hyung burst into laughter and I couldn’t help but join in. The light-hearted banter between us was just what I needed and everything felt perfect.

We chatted for a while until I shifted my body, trying to get more comfortable. My eyes darted around the hall unconsciously. And then, suddenly, they locked onto someone I hadn't expected to see—Isabella.

She was standing there with her gaze fixed directly on me and I could see panic in her wide eyes. It was almost as if she hadn't wanted to see me but I desperately wanted to see her.

How had Appa agreed to this?

A pang of guilt washed over me as I recalled the argument I had with my father this morning. I didn’t know what had come over me when I asked him for my birthday gift. I had been reckless but seeing Isabella here now, it had been worth it.

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I slammed the door open storming into my father's room with all the force of a hurricane. It was morning so I knew my father would be seated in his favorite armchair by the window, a cup of coffee in one hand and a tab with morning news headlines in the other. As expected he was there, lazily raising his coffee mug to his lips, barely acknowledging my presence.