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Chapter 1 - When all began

And here we were, standing on the sun-kissed sands of the beach, the vibrant sound of waves crashing in the distance.

I felt trapped, like I was wearing a mask with a fake smile. Our mother was relentless, always hovering over us like a storm cloud, making sure we boarded the plane and found our seats without a hitch.

The moment we touched down, our feet barely hitting the ground before we dashed to the beach, my chest tightening with the weight of yesterday’s events. Thankfully, the bustling crowd around us provided a temporary distraction. I didn't have to dwell on the turmoil that was swirling in my head—at least not yet.

I had to safeguard myself from that guy; I couldn't afford to be alone with him for an extended period. That meant ensuring my boyfriend was there to shield me from all the awkwardness. I was waiting for him to arrive any moment now.

Casting a sidelong glance, I noticed him across the beach, too busy making out with some girl whose attire screamed “slut.” My stomach twisted at the sight. I rolled my eyes, annoyed, and buried my face in the glossy pages of the fashion magazine I had just bought—a futile attempt to extract myself from the uncomfortable reality surrounding me.

Why was I surprised? He had claimed the title of “number one fuckboy” for a reason. It was as if his reputation was the only thing saving him from being completely despicable.

Jimin was close by, looking on with jealousy etched across his features. He didn't like much, being second place.

As I lay on my stomach, completely engrossed in the magazine, I suddenly felt a brush of fingers skimming my upper back. The unexpected touch sent a chill down my spine, and I snapped my head around, ready to confront whoever dared invade my space. My breath caught in my throat when I saw Jungkook standing there, irritation flickering in his eyes.

Without warning, I spun around to slap him, fueled by a mix of anger and confusion. But he was quicker; he caught my wrist mid-motion and held it there, his grip firm yet unexpectedly gentle.

"You are such an idiot," he said, exasperation clear in his voice. "You’re going to get sunburned. You know how sensitive your skin is to the sun." He thrust a tube of sunscreen into my palm, as if it was a peace offering, before turning away and striding towards that girl, who was eagerly waiting for him at the hotel entrance.

Ughhhh. I hoped he wasn’t planning to take her into my bed. That jerk.

With a resigned sigh, I tossed the magazine aside and laid back down, staring up at the endless blue sky. Sunlight warmed my face, a slight comfort amidst my turmoil, yet a tear, unbidden, trailed down my cheek.

Since when did we stop caring for each other? When did he transform into this person I barely recognized? Since when did I start harboring such intense hatred for him? The confusion gnawed at me; I couldn’t pin down the moment everything shifted.

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**Jungkook's POV**

As I stepped into the hotel, the thrill of the night ahead coursed through my veins. I led the girl I had just picked up down a dimly lit corridor until we reached my room.

With a smirk plastered on my face, I fumbled with my keys, finally unlocking the door and pushing her inside, locking it firmly behind me. She was all smiles, her excitement palpable as I let my gaze linger on her.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I loosened my belt, every action deliberate and charged with anticipation. My eyes were glued to her as I unzipped my jeans and positioned myself on the bed, hovering above her as I leaned in closer.