Love Is Not Over || BTS x Reader 18+ [COMPLETE]

23. Love Maze

Jungkook's POV

"Of course Miss, I wouldn't want to hurt her any further." Smiling at me, she walks back to her desk, telling us that we should go home. I walk towards (y/n) and held her arm tightly, but not enough to hurt her.

I held her shoe in the other hand and helped her walk carefully to her car. Her face scrunching up in pain with every step she takes, while I held her arm making her put most of her weight on me to lessen the pressure.

We weren't even half way through the halls and I gave up seeing her walk through the pain. I stopped her from walking and let go of her arm. I swept her off her feet, carrying her as if she was a baby who was going to sleep.

"Jungkook, I can still walk... you don't have to carry me."

"I'm sorry I don't know who you are... I only know (y/n)." I smile at my own joke and continue to walk towards her car. I place her in the passengers seat and sat in the drivers seat next to her.

"How 'bout your car?" I look at her and look around the parking lot, no cars were left there except for the cars parked at the teachers parking area.

"(Y/n), you're the only year 10 student here that brings their car to school." I chuckle, while she gives me her keys.

"Do you know how to drive?"

"Nope!" I start the car while she looked at me in horror. Its obvious that I know how to or else I would have called a cab.

Everyone in our batch is only 14 or 15 years old and we're not supposed to know how to drive yet. (Y/n) probably got her license earlier because of money, but for me, my dad taught me how to drive, I just don't have my license yet.

I backed up faster than I'm supposed to and raced forward speeding through the gates of the school. "Jungkook! Omg! Let me drive!" Slowing down, I looked at her smiling widely.

"Don't worry... I know how to drive!" She calmed down and looked ahead feeling comfort at the good news. I focus my attention on the road feeling happy for being with (y/n), and yes, I've already forgiven her.

Comfortable silence took over and we were both busy doing our own thing. A sudden urge made me want to turn the radio on, wanting a little sound in our silence, but I stopped myself, noticing (y/n) wanting to speak.

"Jungkook... what are we?" I looked at her, sitting still on the seat. Her hands resting on her lap.

"What do you want us to be?" I really wanted to claim her, but a thought came deep in my brain that my love for her was one-sided and I had a high chance of rejection.

To be honest I was surprised with her question because, I don't know either. We've always been intimate towards each other, but I really don't know what kind of relationship we have.
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