Longing For Your Love.....

part - 16

U all must be thinking why Jungkook was not surprised to see Taehyung at the meeting because he already knew she was coming.

For the past four years, he had searched for her endlessly, using every resource at his disposal. But she was smart—too smart. She had erased every trace of her existence, slipping through his fingers like sand.

Until recently.

A week ago, one of his informants brought him a report a new, rising fashion company, growing at an unbelievable pace. And at the center of it was a mysterious yet familiar designer named Taehyung.

The moment he saw her name, his blood ran cold.

She was here.

In Seoul.

He immediately pulled all possible records—her new identity, her business ventures, her recent travels. He even got hold of the details of this very meeting.

So, he came prepared.

That’s why when she entered the conference room today, his heart didn’t skip a beat in shock.

Because he had been waiting for this moment.

He had imagined her face a thousand times in his dreams, waking up in sweat, his body aching for her presence.

She ran away, but she never truly left him.

No matter how much she tried to disappear, she was his, and he would always find her.

And now that she was standing before him again, his obsession only deepened.

Jungkook didn’t react with surprise when he saw her.

Instead, he felt something far more dangerous.

Satisfaction.

Because now that she was back, he would never let her escape again.

.....

As Jungkook sat in the car, his fingers drummed against his thigh, his mind racing with endless thoughts.

Taehyung.
Taegukk.
Hwan.

His jaw clenched as he recalled the slap Taehyung had given him. The fire in her eyes, the way she grabbed his collar, the venom in her voice. She hated him. Truly, deeply hated him.

But even through that hatred, he had seen something else. Fear.

Why was she so afraid of him?

Before he could drown deeper in his thoughts, the car suddenly jolted to a stop.

"Sir, the tire is punctured," the driver announced hesitantly.

Jungkook’s fists tightened. “Then fix it.”

"It'll take some time, sir. You should get some fresh air. There's a park nearby."

He scoffed in irritation but eventually stepped out of the car. With a sigh, he walked toward the park, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

The evening breeze ruffled his hair, but his mind refused to calm.

As he walked further, he suddenly heard a small sniffle.

His sharp ears caught the sound of quiet crying.

With an annoyed sigh, he turned towards the source of the sound and found a tiny girl sitting alone on a bench, hugging her knees. Her little shoulders trembled as she cried softly.

Jungkook exhaled. "Aish, why am I even looking at this?" he muttered to himself before walking toward her.

As he got closer, something about her features nagged at him.

Her eyes.
Her nose.
Even her pout.

Why did she look… familiar?

He shook off the ridiculous thought and crouched down in front of her. "Yah, why are you crying?"

The little girl sniffed, looking at him with cautious eyes but didn't respond.

Jungkook sighed. "Are you lost?"

She shook her head.

"Did someone bully you?"

She shook her head again.

"Then why are you sitting here alone?"

The little girl hesitated before speaking in a tiny but firm voice, "Mama said not to talk to strangers."

Jungkook blinked in surprise. A small smirk tugged at his lips. "Smart girl. But what if the stranger is nice?"

She pursed her lips. "Mama said bad people also act nice."

Jungkook let out a small chuckle. Feisty little thing.

"So, what do I have to do to not be a stranger?" he asked, raising a brow.

The girl seemed to think for a moment before tilting her head. "Tell me your name first."

Jungkook smirked. "Jeon Jungkook."

The little girl frowned slightly. "Mama also said not to give my name to strangers…"

Jungkook sighed. "But I told you my name first. That's the rule, right?"

She hesitated before nodding slowly. Then, in a soft voice, she said—

"I'm Kiara."

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