Illegal Innocence | Jeon Jungkook

4| Getaway

Standing in the moonlit street, crossing my arms around my torso for warmth I frowned at passing cars. Why were they mean to me? What did I do to them? What did I do to deserve this? Why? I glance inside to find the men still laughing, aggravating me even more. Looking down the footpath I notice two men dressed in black walking towards me. Oh joy, more of the male population. I hug my torso a little tighter, feeling uncomfortable. "Hey," I hear a voice behind me. I turn to see one of the unknown men in black.

"Hi," I reply bluntly, still annoyed with those inside the tattoo parlour.

"Do you know the guys inside?" the second asked. I nod. The taller, who spoke first, had light brown hair. The shorter had darker hair and a really raspy voice. "Do you know Mr Lee? CEO of Lee Cosmetics?" the shorter asked. I nod again, "he's my father."

"Wait, you're Lee Y/n?" the taller looked at me shocked.

"Yes. Yes I'm Y/n. My father is in there laughing about me! Now why do you care?!" I snap, irritated by the questions.

"Sorry," they say and head inside, stuffing hands into their pockets. I watched as they headed inside, the bell ringing as they did. Everyone's heads turn to the door immediately scowling. The shorter turned to the door, locking it out before turning back to the crowd. Within seconds everything turned bad. Fists were being thrown, there was inaudible yelling and more violence. And what did I do? Stare in shock.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. It was turning messy very quickly. But what could I do, they were big scary men throwing punches like no tomorrow. The sudden sound of footsteps made me turn my head quicker than lightning. I see Jungkook running out from the alleyway beside the shop, "get in," he states as he unlocks the car, "get in!" I nod and get into the passenger side, closing the door and putting my seatbelt on. Jungkook followed, clicking on his seatbelt and turned on the engine. Within seconds he was pulling off the curb and speeding down the street. I grip the sides of my seat as he turn and keeps his foot down on the accelerator. "J-Jungkook. You're speeding," I stutter.

"I know," he says, taking a sharp left turn, "you know kitten I'm surprised you don't know who I am."

"I've never met you before, how could I know you?" I ask, shaking my head as he runs a red light.

"I'm on the news a lot,"

"I don't watch the news, it makes me feel guilty for all those who need help,"

"Wow, you are innocent," he turns to me and laughs.

"Shut up," I snap. "Maybe this will help you recognise me." He pulled his face mask up over his eyes and it hit me like a truck. How did I miss it earlier? He was Jeon Jungkook, one of the most dangerous criminals in Seoul. And he was driving me home...

"YOU'RE JEON JUNGKOOK!" I yell.

"There you go kitten," he smiles, pulling down the mask.

"YOU CAN'T BE DRIVING ME HOME! YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!" I start having a melt down.

"Hey, don't be criminalist," he states bluntly.

"Don't be what?" I look at him.

"Criminalist. Don't discriminate just because I have a reputation of being bad,"

"That is not a word,"

"Yes it is,"

"No, no it isn't,"

"Y/n, baby, if it wasn't a word how could I have just said it?"

Was he being serious? Honestly, how dumb can someone be?

After the most dangerous car ride home of my life, he pulled up in the driveway. "So, care to explain how you know my father?" I ask as I step onto the pavement.

"It's a long story," he mumbles.

"I really don't care how long it is, explain," I huff.

"You're father was a member of the gang Bangtan when he was young alright? Then he left, presumably to marry your mother and have you. My father was in it too. It's kind of a generational thing," he explains.

"And those men?"

"Jackson Wang and Mark Tuan, members of Bangtan's most rivalled gang. Their leader, Jaebum, his father loathes yours and so it's kind of continued on from their rivalry many years ago,"

"What did they want?"

"Jesus you ask a lot of questions," he sighs in frustration, "let's just get inside before I really explain things."

We walked into the house and settled at the dining table, "look. Your father is one of the richest men in Korea, right?"

"Right..."

"So it's only natural for him to have people trying to steal his money. The members of Got7 have always been trying to get to your father. To steal his wealth or expose his history. But there has always been rumours of him having children, but I never believed them. No one did really."

"I'm really not sure about what happened today, everything happened so fast all I could process was your father yelling for someone to keep you safe. Maybe they just decided to hurt him physically because they found him. Who knows. But because they know who you are now who knows what will happen. I reckon you'll have to stay with us, just so we can protect you. I reckon your dad will think the same." Jungkook finished, "but until your father gets back you're stuck with me. Anything you want to get off your chest?" He wink, clearly mocking me from earlier.

"No," I state bluntly, standing and getting some food.

"Come on kitten, surely there's something,"

"Can you stop calling me that?" I turn and face him, "it's annoying. And there's nothing going on between us."

"Do you want there to be?" he stood and walked towards me.

"No it's okay," I walk back, my back pressing against the fridge.

"Are you sure, kitten?" he placed his arms beside both sides of my head, "I wouldn't mind having fun with a girl like you~" His right hand fell to my waist pulling me forward slightly, a smirk evident on his face. He began to lean forward slowly, his nose touching mine, his warm breath on my cheeks.