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YN's POV
"Before you say hurtful things, you have to think about the person who was there, Dad," I scolded, my voice firm as I faced my father. He stood rigid, his face hard with fury.
"You don't know him, YN," he shot back, his voice tight with anger. "He was a criminal-a mobster seven years ago. I put him behind bars myself. He beat people, smuggled them, did things you can't imagine. You need to understand, I just want you safe."
His words hit me like a storm.
A criminal? A mobster? A smuggler? A murderer?
I couldn't process it. The man who had just been so gentle with me, who stood up for me, who smiled at me-how could he be what my father was saying? It didn't make sense, but the conviction in my dad's voice made me freeze. My heart raced, torn between disbelief and the fear of what I was hearing.
"You say past, Dad?" I asked, my voice steady but my heart racing.
"Yeah, 7 years ago," he repeated, his tone still laced with authority.
"Then how can you judge him? People can change, even after imprisonment. You shouldn't be cruel to someone who's trying to leave the past behind," I sighed, feeling the weight of the conversation. "But... I don't blame you."
"Do you even know what he does now?" I pressed, hoping he could see reason.
"No, why would I? He's probably still a mobster like before," he said, dismissively, which made me chuckle in disbelief.
"No, Dad. He's a florist. He takes care of his 13-year-old sister, helps her with her studies, and manages everything like a responsible human being." I couldn't help but defend Jungkook. Even though I barely knew him, there was an undeniable attraction, a pull I couldn't ignore.
"And did you know he saved me from my stalker today?" I added, watching the surprise wash over my dad's face as guilt slowly crept in.
His shoulders slumped, and his expression softened. "I know I love you, YN, but my words... they might have hurt him."
I nodded, my voice gentle. "They did, Dad. But I understand you're just trying to protect me."
He hugged me tightly, his voice full of emotion as he said, "You're exactly like your mom."
I smiled, feeling a sense of peace. "I know," I giggled softly.
But now, I had something else to do.
I have to apologize to him.
The next day, I tried to find Jungkook, but every time I approached him, he avoided me. He either hid behind something or ran off before I could even get close. It was frustrating, but I wasn't going to give up that easily.
Determined, I made my way through the flower shop, calling his name. "Jungkook!" But he was nowhere to be seen. Finally, I spotted him near the back, pretending to busy himself with some flowers. My heart raced as I approached, but in my haste, my foot caught on something, and I tripped.
I yelped as I fell forward, expecting to hit the ground hard, but instead, I landed on something warm and solid-Jungkook. I gasped, thinking I had crushed him under my weight, but instead, his strong arms immediately wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest. His muscles bulged beneath his shirt as he held me tightly, his body pressing against mine in a way that sent shivers down my spine. The heat between us was almost unbearable.
His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "Why are you trying, YN?"
I looked up at him, my heart pounding. His dark, intense eyes locked with mine, and the air between us crackled with tension. "I'm sure your father doesn't want you anywhere near me," he continued, his voice low and rough, as if battling his own desires. "I'm the kind of person anyone would stay away from... and I don't blame you for that."
There was sadness in his voice, a hint of something deeper, and as he started to pull away, something inside me snapped. I couldn't let him leave like this. Without thinking, I grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him back toward me.
"Listen, you sweet mobster," I breathed, my face inches from his. "I came here to say sorry."
His eyes widened slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my palm. My own pulse thundered in my ears as I spoke. "I'm sorry, Jungkook," I mumbled, the words barely audible.
Our bodies were pressed together, every inch of him hard and defined against my softer frame. The desire between us ignited like a wildfire, uncontrollable and consuming. His gaze darkened with something primal, and before I could process what was happening, he leaned in, his lips crashing against mine.
The kiss was fierce, filled with pent-up emotions and unspoken words. I melted into him, my eyes fluttering shut as he pulled me closer, his hand sliding up my back to cradle the nape of my neck. His body was warm, overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in the intensity of it all. The attraction between us was undeniable, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips against mine.
