Innocent touch 🔞 || JUNGKOOK X READER||

(42)Quarante-deux

Unbuckling the seatbelt, I quickly toss the trash into the car's cup holder. The center console is already cluttered with my hair clips and a spare catcher I keep for emergencies like these—days when I'm late and need her to give me a ride so I can finish getting ready in her car.

I hop out, waving over my shoulder as I shut the door in her face, cutting off whatever scolding she was about to unleash at me.

"You're impossible!" she yells after me, her voice muffled by the car window. "I'm going to throw all this trash in your bed—just you wait!"

Grinning to myself, I lower my head to hide the smile she'd only find infuriating. The sound of the car door slamming shut behind me only makes my amusement grow.

"I'll clean it up later, I promise," I call back, trying to sound innocent.

"Don't get mad, hmm?"

I take her hand gently, rubbing it with the pads of my fingers in a way I know will soften her mood.

"Yeah, yeah, don't try to charm me like I don't know you," she says, scoffing playfully. But then, despite herself, she smiles, biting her inner lip as if to stop it from spreading. I notice anyway. I always notice.

"My Ana looks so pretty when she's happy," I say, leaning in slightly.

"So don't be mad." A pause, and then I whisper, just for her, "And never at me."

"You..." she starts, narrowing her eyes as if to scold me, but her cheeks give her away.

Before she can finish, a hand grabs my wrist. Startled, I look up as someone swiftly pulls me along, walking with purpose as we pass the main entrance gate.

A surprised gasp escapes my lips as I clutch my bag tightly and press my hands to my knee-length skirt to keep it from flying up. My glare fixes on the broad back of the man pulling me, knowing all too well who it is.

"Jungkook, stop! Let go of my hand!" I demand, twisting my wrist in an attempt to break free.

But he doesn't stop, ignoring my protests as if he hasn't heard a word. His pace is relentless, and his grip firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Hey!" Ana's voice calls sharply from behind, her tone laced with both concern and irritation. That's what finally makes him halt.

Jungkook freezes mid-step, turning his head to shoot Ana a piercing glare before looking back at me with the same intensity. The weight of his stare is enough to make me shrink for a moment, but only a moment.

"Why are you so late?" he snaps, his voice low but demanding. "I've been waiting for you at the entrance since 7:30."

Before I can respond, he pulls out his phone and shoves it in front of me, the screen lighting up with the time.

"It's 8:50 now."

His tone is sharp, but there's a flicker of something else beneath it—disappointment, maybe even worry. I falter under his gaze, my words caught in my throat.

He steps closer, his grip still firm around my wrist, his dark eyes narrowing as he speaks.

"Hey, hey, first of all, stop touching her!"

Ana interjects, stepping between us without hesitation. She pries his hand off my wrist with a sharp tug, her glare every bit as fierce as his.

Jungkook straightens, his jaw tightening as he turns his glare to her.

"Excuse me? Who are you to meddle in our personal business? ...."

"...please, get lost."

I stare at him in disbelief, anger bubbling up inside me. How dare he? He's the one who grabbed me without permission, and now he's being a jerk to Ana, who's only trying to help.