"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•His presence had a way of captivating everyone, making it hard to look away•
🎀•Chapter Twenty-Six•🎀
"What if I tell you I'm to be engaged, Jungkook?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, everything fell silent around them. "Engaged?" he repeated, disbelief flooding his expression.
"Who is this motherfucker?" he growled, his face darkening with anger as he stepped back to look at her, trying to process the shock of her words.
"Why do you care, and what makes you think I will tell you about him?" she shot back, folding her arms defensively.
"You're joking, right, baby? You're messing with me. Please tell me you're just joking," Jungkook begged, tears gathering in his eyes, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension.
Y/N felt her defenses waver at the sight of his anguish. She had never seen him like this, and it tore at her heart.
"I'm not joking, Jungkook. This is real," she replied, her voice steady and strong.
"Real?" he echoed, disbelief still etched on his features. "You're really going to marry someone else?"
"You're hurting me, you're breaking my heart, Y/N. You love me darling how can you choose someone else over me?"
Y/N felt a wave of familiarity wash over her, recalling the same image from a month ago when she had pleaded with him not to let go. The memory stung—the way he had broken up with her without a second thought, choosing his anger and ego over their love.
Now, she was repeating history, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He had played with her feelings as if they meant nothing, and the realization hit her hard. Jungkook had always loved to play the push-and-pull game with her, making her feel like a mere object rather than a person with real emotions.
"Please tell me all this is some kind of sick joke, babe," Jungkook begged, stepping closer and gripping her upper arms firmly, desperation flooding his voice.
"I'm not joking, Jeon Jungkook," she replied, her tone serious as she held his gaze. "My family is getting me engaged soon. The sooner you accept it, the better it is for you," she claimed, her expression blank, trying to mask the turmoil inside her.
His grip tightened, and she could see the conflict in his eyes—hurt, anger, and disbelief swirling together. "You're serious?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
"Yes," she said, feeling a lump form in her throat. The weight of her words hung heavy between them, and she hated that it had come to this.
"I can't just accept this," he shot back, frustration lacing his voice.
