I could feel my heartbeat racing the second he whispered, “You’re next.” It should’ve terrified me, but disappointment settled heavily in my chest. The longing—surprising and unexpected—itched just beneath my skin. How twisted did that make me, wanting his attention, craving his dangerous games? It was reckless, insane even, but maybe I was just as unhinged as he was.
Finally, the car pulled up to the entrance of my school. High school, of all places. The building loomed before me, a familiar kind of prison. I’d forgotten all about it being my last week of school with everything spiraling around me lately. For a moment, I was flooded with a strange nostalgia mixed with a relief that, at least here, I wouldn’t have to deal with my family—or him.
But that illusion faded fast. I looked over to find Jungkook’s intense gaze already fixed on me, his eyes shadowed by some unspoken thought. He killed the engine and, without another word, slipped out of the car, rounding to open my door. The suddenness made me flinch, and yet, a twisted curiosity clawed at my mind.
“What are you doing?” I managed, my voice betraying just a touch of apprehension.
He raised a single brow, extending his hand towards me. With the slightest smirk, he helped me out of the car. As we began walking, he slung an arm over my shoulder, casually locking the car with a beep that echoed down the nearly empty parking lot.
“We’re going to school,” he murmured, his words laced with something darker, something that made my skin prickle.
A frown tugged at my brows. “No. But... how? Jungkook, what’s going on?”
He chuckled, low and soft, as if my confusion was just another joke to him. “Mr. Jeon handled it when you asked to attend for the last week. He wanted me here to make sure no one messed with you,” he explained, voice laced with something possessive. “Trust me, once the news is out about you being part of the family—well, you’ll understand.”
I wanted answers, clarity for once. But all I got was that same mysterious smirk, that maddening mix of arrogance and something else—something hidden. With a sigh, I peeled away from him once we were inside, making a beeline for my locker.
The familiar click as I turned the combination lock was strangely comforting. I retrieved my history book, fighting the flood of memories—the last time I’d held this book, it was when they’d pulled me out of class to tell me my dad had passed away.
“Y/N! Oh my god, you’re here!” A familiar voice broke my trance. My friend Rose stood beside me, her face split into a bright smile. “I haven’t heard from you in forever! How’ve you been, babe?”
I forced a small smile, hugging my book to my chest. “I’ve been… okay. Sorry I disappeared. I’ve just been dealing with a lot,” I said softly.
Her expression softened with pity, her eyes drifting down to my history book. She frowned. “It’s the last week, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re still keeping up with classes?”
I shrugged. “I still want to turn it in.” She shook her head, just as my friends Yeji and Jimin joined us. Yeji immediately threw her arms around me, squeezing the air from my lungs.
“Babygirl, I missed you! You can’t just disappear on me like that!” she scolded, half-teasing, half-serious. I laughed and promised not to vanish again. Then Jimin swept me into a hug, his comforting warmth pressing all my sadness to the surface.
“I’m so sorry about your dad,” he whispered, his voice tender. The lump in my throat grew, but I forced a small smile, grateful for his kindness. Then Jin, another friend, gave me a playful wink. I shook my head, letting him scoop me up into a spin that made me giggle despite myself.
As Jin set me back down, a loud gasp erupted from Yeji. I turned to see her eyes locked on something—or rather, someone—down the hallway. “Dibs on the new guy,” she whispered, almost breathless.
My gaze followed hers, landing on Jungkook. The school hallway cliché unfolded like a slow-motion movie scene, with every eye pinned to him. He looked like he’d stepped right out of a glossy magazine cover, a living, breathing model with a casual, irresistible swagger. His dark eyes scanned the hallway, narrowing as they landed on me. He started toward us, his face breaking into a soft, almost innocent smile.
Yeji practically vibrated beside me, reaching up to fix her curls, puckering her lips as if her lip gloss suddenly needed touching up. I watched Jungkook’s every step, a strange mixture of intrigue and dread pooling in my stomach. His eyes darted from me to the guy standing beside me, a flicker of possessiveness tightening his gaze.
“Where’s locker 070?” he asked, a teasing smirk ghosting across his lips.
I pointed to the locker right next to mine. Without a word, he attempted the combination but failed, smirk still firmly in place. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the paper from his hand and quickly unlocking it for him.
“Thanks, baby,” he winked, placing his belongings inside as if he’d been here all along. The way he looked at me made my skin tingle with both frustration and something I didn’t want to name.
“Guys, this is Jungkook,” I said, glancing around at my friends. “Jungkook, meet Yeji, Rose, Jimin, and Niki.”
Jungkook turned, extending his hand with a charm that left the girls blushing. Yeji practically melted when he kissed her hand, and Rose’s cheeks flushed a bright red when he did the same to her. Jimin and Niki exchanged nods with him, both sizing him up.
“Oh my god, he has an accent,” Yeji whispered, starry-eyed.
I shot her a look, but Rose let out a soft laugh, obviously enchanted. “She’s right. Your accent is…” she trailed off, looking embarrassed, “…well, it’s hot.”
Jungkook just smirked. “Nice to meet you all.”
“So, you play any sports?” Niki asked, his interest clearly piqued. “It’s the last week, but we go all-out in football practice.” He looked Jungkook up and down, probably noting his height and build.
Jungkook grinned, his gaze flicking to me before he answered. “Yeah, I play football. Used to be quarterback.”
Niki’s eyes widened slightly—he was the current varsity quarterback, and he wasn’t used to competition. The two exchanged a nod, a silent challenge passing between them. I raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, surprised. He didn’t strike me as the football type, but then again, nothing about him was easy to figure out.
“Alright, see you sixth period,” Niki said before he and Jimin walked off.
“So, you played football?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I did. And I was pretty good,” he replied, all cocky confidence. I narrowed my eyes, realizing how carefully orchestrated all this seemed.
“Let me see your schedule,” I demanded. He handed it to me, and my jaw tightened. Every single class matched mine. I crumpled the paper and tossed it in his face. “You’re already starting to annoy me.”
He just chuckled, unfazed. But then I caught his gaze lingering a little too long on me—my lower half, to be precise. Heat rushed to my face. “Jungkook!” I hissed.
That innocent smile reappeared, completely unconvincing. “Told you how good you looked, didn’t I?” His hand brushed my back, drifting lower before I shoved him away, marching to class. He followed, laughing softly.
Inside the classroom, the teacher cast me a sad smile. I handed in my book, and he leaned in with genuine sympathy. “I heard about your father. I’m so sorry for your loss, Y/N. You’re strong. I know you’ll get through this.”
A tear stung my eye, and I quickly looked away, slipping into my seat. Jungkook settled in beside me, his presence a strange comfort. After a moment, he slid a tissue over and, without a word, took my hand under the desk, his thumb tracing soft, calming circles against my skin. I let myself breathe, finding a small, fragile bit of solace in that simple gesture.
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FanfictionA stepbrother becomes dangerously obsessed with his stepsister, fixating on her every move and crossing personal boundaries. His unhealthy attachment leads to possessive and controlling behavior, causing tension and discomfort in their relationship.
