Hearts Aligned || Jungkook × Reader✔️

Chapter 17:Guilt

AUTHOR'S POV

Jungkook walked towards the parking lot. The road is desolate and eerily quiet. This area is deep inside the city. So usually no one passes through.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" a sudden scream startled him.

Jungkook turned around and spotted Yn a few feet away on the opposite side of the road, entangled in what looked like a hassle with a man. The guy looked like a trouble himself. He had worn-out clothes that seemed barely held together. A bottle of alcohol dangling in one hand, while the other gripped Yn's bag tightly trying to snatch it.

"Give it to me!" the guy growled, his voice slurred proving he is drunk.

But Yn wasn't ready to give up. She clutched the bag with both hands, her knuckles turning white. "F*ck you, you moron! Give me my f*cking bag!" she yelled, managing to yank her bag back with a fierce pull.

Without a second thought, Jungkook sprinted across the empty street. But before he could reach her, Yn clutched the long strap of her mini bag, spinning it around like a nunchuck, and aimed it at the guy, "Get out of here!"

The man ducked, dodging her wild swing, and the bag whizzed past his head, landing instead with a loud BAM! on Jungkook's face - who had come running for her rescue.

"AHHHHH!" he groaned, clutching his nose in agony.

"Jeon-ssi?!" Yn's eyes went wide with shock. "Omo! Are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm okay?!" he shouted back, exasperation mixed with pain, while the drunkard looked between them, utterly baffled by the unfolding drama.

Yn glared at the drunk guy, her fury intensifying. "It all happened because of you, bastard!" Without a moment's pause, she snatched the bottle from his hand. "Take this!" she yelled, hurling it at him.

The drunkard ducked again and the bottle missed him, bounced off his elbow, and flew straight towards Jungkook's head.

With a dull thud, it hit Jungkook square on the forehead and he collapsed onto his back, like a handsome fallen soldier.

Yn gasped, eyes wide with horror.
"Oh. My. God!"

"I think he needs to be hospitalized," the drunk guy suggested as they both stood there, peering down at Jungkook, who lay on the ground like a dead body.

"Why? Do you think he's dead?" Yn asked, her tone half worried, half curious.

The drunkard shrugged, "I mean, what if he is?"

Yn looked at that guy with an utterly neutral expression on her face and said, "Well, I wouldn't have to worry about my debt then."

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[At Jungkook's apartment]

YOUR POV

Jungkook laid on his bed tugged under the duvet, a melting ice bag resting on his forehead, his eyes locked in front of him, at the painting hung on the wall.

"Are you feeling better now, Jeon-ssi?" Joonha asked softly. Jungkook just hummed in response, a slight hint of anger in his voice.

I stood awkwardly beside Joonha, my hands clamped together like they were glued. Thank God Joonha had come just in time and helped me to get Jungkook home; otherwise, I might have left this big bluff man on the sidewalk like a lost suitcase.

"Are... are you alright... Jeon-ssi?" I finally spoke, though my brain screamed at me to keep quiet. I had a terrible feeling that he would kick me launching me straight out of the nearest window if I speak.