The Bad Boy's Promise

chapter 4

✨ Relay Race and Revelations✨

The day started with a buzz of excitement as students gathered at the sports arena. Riyanshi entered the campus, feeling the anticipation in the air. Just as she stepped onto the field, Jungkook approached her with a teasing smile and a pair of sporty clothes in his hands.

"Here, change into these. I can't wait to see you in action today!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Riyanshi frowned, annoyed by his enthusiasm. "Why do you care so much? It's just a relay race," she shot back, but she couldn't ignore the flutter in her stomach as he leaned in closer.

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun. Just don't get too close to any of the boys, okay?" His possessiveness made her brow arch, and she felt a mix of irritation and confusion. "I mean it. You're my partner today," he added, a playful challenge in his tone.

"Fine, whatever," she muttered, taking the clothes from him and heading to change.

Once dressed and back on the field, they were given thirty minutes to practice. Jungkook's energy was contagious, but Riyanshi struggled to keep up. "I can't do this! I'm not built for sports!" she groaned as he urged her to run faster.

"Just a little more! You've got this!" Jungkook cheered, his enthusiasm relentless. She shot him a glare, cursing under her breath as he pushed her to give her all. Despite her frustration, a part of her felt invigorated by his encouragement.

As the time came for the race, they positioned themselves at the starting line. Riyanshi's heart raced, not just from the adrenaline of the competition, but from the intensity of Jungkook's gaze. He was right beside her, whispering words of motivation.

"You can do this, Riyanshi! Just pass it to me when it's your turn!"

The whistle blew, and they were off. Riyanshi ran her heart out, surprisingly fast, and soon it was time to pass the baton. She did so, and Jungkook took off like a bullet, sprinting with an impressive speed.

As he crossed the finish line, cheers erupted around them. He had won the race, and the exhilaration of victory swept over Riyanshi. Jungkook rushed toward her, pulling her into a tight hug, and for a moment, she felt an unexpected surge of happiness. But just as quickly, realization hit her.

"Jungkook, let go!" she exclaimed, pushing him away in surprise. He stumbled back, falling onto the ground and landing awkwardly on his hand.

"Ow!" he winced, and Riyanshi's heart sank. She hated that he got hurt because of her. Guilt washed over her, and she reluctantly helped him to his feet, guiding him to the nursing station.

When they arrived, the nurse was nowhere to be found. The room was eerily quiet, leaving Riyanshi to tend to Jungkook. She examined his hand, which was beginning to swell. "You should be more careful. There's probably going to be pain," she warned, her brow furrowing in concern.

"It's nothing new for me," he shrugged, a hint of pride in his voice.

His words made her suspicious. "Why do you say that? Do you often get hurt?" she asked, trying to mask her worry.

He paused, the expression on his face turning serious. "I've had my share of fights. When I was younger, people used to make fun of me because I was a bit nerdy and rich. They only cared about my money, and I was an easy target. I decided I wouldn't let that happen again."

Riyanshi listened, her heart softening. "That sounds rough... but you don't have to act like a bad boy to keep people away. Maybe not everyone is out to use you."

Jungkook looked at her, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "You're right. But it's hard to change when it's been a part of who I am for so long. My parents... they never really cared. That anger became a part of me."

She felt a wave of understanding wash over her. "Maybe you aren't that bad after all, Jungkook. You have your reasons."

"But I'm not playing games with you," he insisted, his voice earnest. "I want you to know that."

Riyanshi rolled her eyes, dismissing the comment, but the tension between them was undeniable. They fell into a conversation about their cultures, discussing food and traditions. She couldn't help but smile at how easy it was to talk to him, even if it annoyed her.

As they exchanged small smiles, she realized that perhaps, despite everything, there was something genuine about their connection. And maybe-just maybe-she could allow herself to enjoy it without fear of getting too involved.

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