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YN's POV
Am I hearing correctly?
"Yes?" I asked him, still in disbelief as he stared at me, shocked and flabbergasted.
"Yes??" he husked, his pupils dilating with happiness as he stepped closer, his tall, muscular frame towering over me, handsome as ever.
What is he doing?
Gosh...
"What do you mean?" I asked again, my heart racing with uncertainty. This couldn't be real. I knew he wouldn't ask me something like that, would he? I'm grateful for what he did, but there's no way he'd actually want me as his date... right?
"Uhm, muh-n-nothing," he stammered, letting out a sigh, but when he looked up at me again, there was a nervous smile on his face, as if he was waiting for my next move.
"Nothing, okay," I sighed, stepping back slightly. "Thanks for defending me there. That was really sweet of you." I smiled, hiding my disappointment. I could tell he wanted to say something else, but whatever it was, my mind was too distracted to catch it.
"S-so, how are you going back?" he asked, a hint of fluster on his face. He bit his luscious lips between his teeth, and I gulped, feeling a mix of intimidation and comfort in his presence. He was tall, broad, and large, and compared to my chubby frame, it felt oddly reassuring rather than diminishing.
Most men would shy away or worse, try to body-shame me because I appeared bigger. But honestly, I've always thought they did it out of insecurity. Men like that are so fragile. Jungkook, though, was different. His hands nervously ran through his hair, the soft strands falling messily, making my heart skip a beat.
This man... is dangerously fine.
But he's out of my league.
I have to remind myself.
"Umm, by walking..." I replied. His frown deepened, and he snapped his gaze at me, almost in disbelief.
"Walking!?" he nearly shouted, making me flinch. Immediately, his expression softened, and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, but it's quite late, Miss YN," he said, his voice gentle now, yet firm. When he said my name, I could see his tongue moistening those rough, rosy lips, his gaze warm but undeniably commanding. The care and concern in his voice wrapped around me, making me feel protected in a way I'd never felt before.
I remembered how, earlier, when he approached Ren, there was something dark and dangerous in his demeanor-a menacing presence that made it clear he wouldn't hesitate to hurt anyone threatening me. Jungkook was taller than Ren, towering behind him like some shadowed beast, his aura screaming dominance. And when he warned Ren... it was hot. I shouldn't admit it, but it was like something out of a movie when the mobster defends his girl.
