VILLAIN 'S LOVE

Chapter 4 ...

Yn's pov

I pull off my wireless headphones and let them rest around my neck as I take a look around the room their baggage claim
The area only has two carousels. It's like a bathroom at LAX. Is he here? I spin around, trying to recognize someone I've
never met, but he'll probably know me before I know him anyway. Our family's pictures are hard to avoid online right
now.

Following the crowd, I head to the second conveyor belt and wait for the luggage to be dropped. I probably brought way too much, especially since there's a good chance I won't stay long, but honestly, I wasn't thinking. He emailed a ticket telling me I could use it or not and I just grabbed my suitcases and started loading. I was too relieved to have something to do.

I check my phone to make sure I didn't miss a call from him saying where to meet, and I see a text from Mirai, instead.
Just giving you a heads up. The coroner will confirm the cause of death by the end of the week. It will make the news. If you need to talk, I'm here. Always.

I inhale a deep breath, but I forget to let it go as I slip my phone in my back pocket. Cause of death. We know how they
died.

All the religious nutcases on Twitter are presently condemning my parents as sinners for taking their own lives,
and I couldn't look at it. While I could say whatever I wanted about my problems with my mom and dad I didn't want to hear bullshit from strangers who didn't know them.

I should turn off my phone. I should...
I pinch my eyebrows together. I should go home. I don't know this guy, and I don't like the people I do know.
But last night, nothing sounded better than getting out of there.

The carousel starts to spin, snapping me out of my head, and I watch as the bags start appearing. One of my black
suitcases move toward me, and I reach down to grab it, but another hand suddenly appears, lifting it for me, instead. I
shoot up, coming face to face with a man.

Well, not face to face exactly. He stares down at me, and I open my mouth to speak, but I can't remember...anything. His eyes are almost frozen, and he doesn't blink as we stand there, locked.
Is this him?

I know my father's step-brother is of Dutch descent, same as my dad, and this guy's certainly got the whole six-foot-two,
athletic look with , dark black hair and
has really big rounded eyes, the roundest eye I have ever seen.

They have the power to stare into your soul and I can also see his full iris because his eyes are so big and open . But his mole under lips was just completed . His look gave a very mesmerizing view of the man's beautiful features, his clothes showed the perfect curves of his body. His big starry eyes, button nose, pink lips and chubby cheeks....everything attracted me like a magnet whose slight amusement betrays his stern set jaw and intimidating presence.

"You're Jungkook ?" I ask.

"Hi."

His gaze doesn't leave me, and for a moment I can't pull away, either. I knew he and my father weren't blood, but
for some reason, I thought they'd look similar. I don't know why.

My expectation was completely off, though, and it didn't occur to me that there was an age difference between them.

Jungkook has to be at least 15 years younger than dad , i Perhaps that had something to do with them not getting along.

In two totally different places, so not much in common growing up?

We stand there for a moment, and I feel like this is the point where most people would hug or something, but I take a
step back and away from him just in case.