Taehyung's body trembles slightly as his cold lips brush against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. We stay wrapped in each other's arms, holding on as if the world around us is shifting, realigning. In that moment, every trace of anger I once...
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Y/N'S POV
I froze, my thoughts racing. Was he coming to talk to me? But as he approached, Jungkook’s gaze didn’t linger on me. Instead, he walked past without so much as a glance my way. He did, however, nod slightly at Eun Woo, who returned the gesture with a polite smile.
I sat there, stunned, my stomach twisting with unease. Jungkook had definitely seen me—that much I was sure of. But why hadn’t he said anything? What was going on?
As I sat there, lost in thought, my phone chimed softly with a notification. I glanced at the screen, expecting a routine message, but my breath caught when I saw Jungkook’s name.
I panicked, fumbling slightly before opening the message.
"Y/N, do you have 15 minutes for me? I need to talk to you about something. If yes, come to the exit side of the stadium to a big black car. A bodyguard will be outside the car."
I stared at the text, my pulse racing. What did he want to talk about? Why the sudden urgency?
“Everything okay?” Eun Woo asked, his voice breaking through my thoughts.
I quickly locked my phone, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, I just... need to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
Eun Woo stood up, concerned. “I’ll help you find one. It’s crowded—”
“No,” I interrupted gently but firmly. “I’ll manage. It’s just a quick trip. I’ll be back soon.”
He hesitated, frowning slightly, but eventually nodded. “Alright.”
I slipped out of my seat and made my way through the crowd, my steps quick and purposeful. The cheers of the crowd faded into the background as I navigated my way to the exit.
When I finally reached the side of the stadium, I spotted the sleek black car Jungkook had described. A bodyguard stood nearby, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings.
“Miss Y/N?” he asked politely as I approached.
I nodded, and he opened the car door for me.
Inside, Jungkook was seated, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I entered, his expression softening into a warm smile.
“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice familiar and comforting.
“Jungkook,” I replied, slipping into the seat across from him. “What’s going on?”
He sighed, setting his phone aside. “I needed to talk to you about something important. Two days ago... someone sent a picture of you and Taehyungie-hyung on a date to the company. They were demanding money in exchange for not releasing it.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Don’t worry,” Jungkook added quickly. “The company has handled it, and your face wasn’t clearly visible in the picture. But I thought you should know.”
