My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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a/n: hey loves! the chapters 1-6 have been rewritten but don't worry, the story line is the same. just a few changes in the scenes. Happy reading :)
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Babyboy.

Jungkook sat with his arms crossed agaisnt his chest, admiring the patterns of the table. I stood right beside him with my hips against the table, gazing down at him. He had purposely leaned further back and shifted his chair behind to increase the distance between us. I frowned at it, but nonetheless let it slide.

"You wanted to talk." He finally broke the silence between us. His fingers drummed on the table while his other hand raked through his hair, pushing it back, doing nothing but enhancing his beauty. His eyes roamed everywhere around the room impatiently, but never did he look at me.

I shift closer to him and lean forward. He didn't notice it until my fingers gripped his chin and forced it up to meet my eyes. Those brown eyes, whose beauty was incomparable to every beautiful thing I had ever seen. His faint drumming shunned to silence at his eyes strained onto mine. I took my time to observe his features. Childhood innocence and masculinity could never have blended this well, until you've noticed Jeon Jungkook. His narrowed nose was still plump at the tip with baby fat. His toned cheek could still be pinched to redness. His eyes still rounded, like that of a curious baby boy.

Babyboy.

"I don't like it when people don't talk to me in the eye." I drawl lowly as my fingers trace his jaw. Fuck I could do this all day.

He sucked in a breath, his jaw clenching even more in the process. His eyes hardened as his hand wrapped around my wrist and shoved it away. Ouch. I force out a chuckle and lean back crossing my arms.

I push myself up and twirl with the ends of my hair. My heels tocked on the floor as I stand viewing the scenery. Tilting my head, I glanced at him who instantly looked away as our eyes met. Huh, the power of my ass.

"Beautiful right?" I muse as I look back at the clear blue sky. Soft pecks of clouds graced its expanse delicately producing an image to behold. I felt his gaze back towards me, a low hum escaping this throat. I bit my lip from smiling and look back at him. "Me or the scenery?"

He didn't say a word. I chuckle and shove my hands into the pockets of my trousers. He was amusing.

A few moments of silence passed when I feel warm breath hitting the side of my neck. I stifle a gasp when his torso grazed my back lightly. I tilted my head upwards and find him looking down at me. He was tall, I could just reach his neck. The proximity between us was as close as the thickness of a hair strand.

"Kim Ivy huh? The one who manipulates people into her way. The very one who could make or mar your future? Also the one who, is believed to have.." I blink away from him and brace my shoulders. I knew where he was going. "..slept her way with men, or maybe women too, and reached where she is? Pictures are still around."

I breathed in sharply and momentarily close my eyes to calm myself. My jaw clenched as my nails digged into my palms. This is what my image has become. This is the reason I hated the media and the rich so-called businessmen, assholes in short. This is the reason I had this demeanor to make them know my indifference and make them realise who held the power at the end of the day.