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--Author's Perspective--

Jungkook stood there, his hair disheveled and glasses perched on his face - a look Y/n had never seen on him before, one entirely foreign to her.

She froze in place, her eyes fixed on him, while his gaze remained unwaveringly on her until Mrs. Jeon emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel and removing her apron.

Without hesitation, Mrs. Jeon hurried over to Y/n and embraced her warmly.

"You've come! I honestly thought you wouldn't set foot in my humble home. Stubborn as always," she teased, her smile breaking as the hug ended.

"But I'm here," Y/n replied, though her voice betrayed a hint of anxiety.

"Good. Now, head upstairs with Jungkook. I'll be along with some snacks shortly."

"N-no... no, I'll-" Before Y/n could finish her sentence, Jungkook had already started pulling her along, flashing a grin at his mother, a grin that was:

Fake.

Forced.

"Mom, we're going up. You can bring the snacks whenever," he said as he continued to drag Y/n upstairs, while Mrs. Jeon chuckled at her son's seemingly childish antics.

Jungkook kept pulling her through the hallways, his expression tightening with barely concealed anger, his eyes burning with a quiet fury.

Frustrated, Y/n yanked her hand from his grip. "What the hell is your problem?"

He turned to her, a sarcastic smirk spreading across his face. "My problem?" He hummed mockingly, the smirk never fading. "Maybe it's you."

Y/n scoffed at his reply. "Why do you act like nothing ever happened between us?"

His eyes darkened, though the smirk remained plastered on his face. "You're such a brat, aren't you?" The words hit Y/n like a slap in the face.

"Excuse me?" she shot back.

"You're excused," he retorted, and Y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance.

She strode into his room and sat on the edge of the bed, while Jungkook followed behind, shutting the door with a decisive click, locking them both inside.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice edged with suspicion as she watched him lock the door with a sly smile playing on his lips.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"You're locking the door... but why?"

"To ensure no one interrupts us, darling," he murmured, the word darling sending an inexplicable shiver through her.

She wanted to ignore him, to distance herself from him, but each step he took drew her in, making it increasingly harder for her to resist.

"Don't you dare call me darling," she threatened, though the effect on him was laughably small.

"Don't pretend. You enjoy this," he teased, eyes gleaming.

Y/n rolled her eyes again.

"And disturb? What do you mean by that?" she asked, baffled by his suggestive tone.

"Yes, disturb," he echoed, his voice now laced with possessiveness as his gaze bore into hers.

The tension escalated when, without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her closer by the nape to deepen the kiss.

He licked her lips passionately.

Pecked in between of kiss.

Exchanging salivas.