"Why!? Why did you do it Yn!?" He asked, his voice shaking all his heart said Yn isn't that kind of a person but the truth infront of his eyes was way too clear.
"Gosh! Jungkook you are too innocent for this world. You think someone me would love y...
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Tears streamed down my face as I need to visit my father's grave. Summoning all my courage, I pleaded, "I'll do whatever you ask-please, let me go to the cemetery." He chuckled, glancing away before turning back to me.
"Fine, jump off the balcony," he said, his serious gaze shocking me. I swallowed hard as he stepped closer, his menacing stare filling me with dread, prompting me to take another step back.
"I swear, you'll definitely meet your dead father," he smirked, and I clenched my fists, retreating further as he advanced. Tears continued to fall. He ceased his glare as I trembled. "JUMP!" he shouted, making me flinch. My leg slipped-was I about to die? My life flashed before my eyes as I gently closed them, I felt a slow whisper in my ear.
"I don't care what anyone thinks. Just say you want me, and I'll leave this all behind. We can start fresh."
The memory crashed over me like a wave, drowning me in despair as I waited for the ground to swallow me whole. Suddenly, a tide pulled me under, and I struggled to breathe, flailing my arms in water
Jungkook watched me from above with a cold expression before walking away, just as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. I regretted not taking those swimming lessons in middle school. As I fought to resurface but began to sink, I gasped for air, feeling the last of my energy fade. I'd lived a wretched life; maybe it was time to give in.
As I started to drown, I clung to the memory of a promise-an ember of hope that urged me to recall how to swim. Perhaps if I imitated the right moves, I could survive.
Before I could open my eyes, I was yanked from the water by a strong hand, embraced in warmth amid the cold. He carried me in a bridal hold, lifting me onto the marble surface. I could feel his warmth against my back, but I was too exhausted to open my eyes. I sensed his warm breath near my face as I caught my breath, followed by his husky whisper,
"Is she dead?" I rolled my eyes with my eyes still shut, curious about his next move. He placed his hand on my cheek cubbing my face, I know if I woke up now, he'd probably give me a tight slap me for my charade, so I decided to keep up the act.
"I know you're pretending; wake up," he said, sending a flicker of panic through me before I realized it was just a test. I settled down as he delivered a firm slap, but I dared not react. My cheeks burned as pain shot through my nerves. He already gave me a slap and now why should I even pretend!? Had I really acted so poorly? He sighed deeply, and I could feel his warm breath brushing against my lips.
Guess he moved closer, and to my surprise, his lips touched mine in a way that was surprisingly gentle. He blew warm air into my mouth, sealing my nose, forcing me to breathe through my mouth.
Oh dear! My body heated up, inhaling his breath, and I blushed hard when he finally leaned back, leaving me wanting more. His hand pressed firmly against my chest, and I gasped as he began performing CPR. I realized I had to stop pretending or he would me with that damm CPR and coughed lightly, taking a few discreet peeks before faking a pained expression.
