Oppa (전정국)

~39~

"Come here," Jungkook says, pulling your nape.

Even though you've made out before, it always feels like your first time when your lips touch his, and like any other time, your cheeks were adorned with a light dusting of pink as he reached in and pecked your lips.

You hide your flushed face in your hands, but it was easy for Jungkook to pry them away. "You've beaten me before, Baby. I believe in you."

You roll your eyes since he was good at anything he tries to do. So far, he's kissed you fourteen times and you've only slapped him thrice.

Swiping out a card, a sense of relief floods through you when you see the ace symbol imprinted on it. After the brunette placed four number cards on top, the excitement flowed through your hand as you reached up and slapped him with victory.

"Ah, Y/N!" He exclaims, cupping his cheek. You didn't hit him that hard; Jungkook was just being Jungkook.

This time, you were the one laughing as he pretended to be hurt, rolling on the carpet like a pig enjoying its time on a muddy hill.

"Let's just finish the game," you say, and he obeys, sitting back up so he could place a card on top of the one you just drew.

Your face was now beet red when your deck was becoming thinner and thinner, remembering Jungkook's prize if he won the game.

And in a flash, your last card was in his possession. He patted his lap, gesturing for you to go and sit on it, so you did, crawling your way slowly like a predator stalking it's prey.

Your knees were now on either side of his lap, but he pushed you down so your center was right on top of his.

And then he kissed you, not even bothering to ask your permission for entrance since he knew that you'd immediately respond to the passion he was giving you. Roaming his hands on your lower back and bottom, he bit down on your lower lip, making you moan.

Your hands involuntarily came up to fist his shirt, pulling his head closer to yours and intensifying the kiss.

The door soon opened, since it was later in the evening, but your father was the first one to come in this time, dropping his bags on the ground as he took in the horrifying sight in front of him.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?" He asks, but it sounded more like a shout considering how angry he was getting.

You and Jungkook both looked at him with lost, tears eyes, immediately getting off each other and starting to go upstairs. "I want both of you down here. Now." he hissed.

"What's happening in here? Your mother rushed in after him, but he banged his fists on the table, causing you to gasp in terror.

"Our children were just found making out with each other in our goddamn living room!" You father yells back.

Thank goodness that Jungkook already told his mother, since he at least got a blessing from one of your parents. She looked at both of you with love and concern, telling you through her gaze that she will think of some way to justify your relationship to your father.

"Why aren't you little shits saying anything?" He grits, venom coating every word he spoke. "This is wrong. I will not tolerate incest in this house!"

"But that's where you're wrong, Mr. Yoon."

All eyes were on Jungkook now as he stood up and eyed the older man, brows knitted and lips straight with no signs of emotion in his eyes. "Y/N and I aren't related, so why can't we date, huh?"

"You're lying. She's your fucking sister, Jungkook!"

"She is not my sister. I saw my birth certificate and all the adoption paperwork in the attic. Hell, I've could even call my real mother right now if you want me to."

"Don't talk to me like that, young man. I picked you up off the streets, fed you, and sent you to school so you could live a normal life, and this is what I get in return!?"

"You're not supposed to get anything in return. This is Y/N and I's relationship, and it shouldn't matter to you."

"It does matter to me if I raised you all your life as her brother! That's what you're meant to be for her! She's a strong woman, and she'll find another man who is more mature and better suited for her than you."

Jungkook was left speechless, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he tried to calm the demons that he could feel screaming inside him. You could sense this, so you just walked over and held his hand gently. "I love him, Appa," you croak, tears spilling as you gave up on holding them in.

"Y/N!? My own flesh and blood; how could you do this to me!?"

"How could you do this to us, Appa? How could you be so unsupportive of the boy who you want to so badly call your son?"

"Are you not going to say anything, Sooyoung!?" He turns his head to look at your mother.

"Honey, it's not incest," she says, softly, trying to calm him down.

"THAT'S IT! I WANT EVERYONE OUT OF THIS HOUSE!" He screams, chills running down all your spines and sending you trudging towards the door.

You bite your lip, tasting the metallic liquid that came out of it as you tried to process this whole situation. Kicking both of you out was inevitable, but how could he do that to his own wife, who was now crying hot tears of betrayal?

Jungkook dialed the only number who he knew he could depend on the most. "Eomma? Hey, I'm in trouble, and I have Y/N and her mother with me."