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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Home.

"Great escaping there." He commented as we were left alone in the room. "Good time with luck huh?" Leaning his hip against the desk, he bit the apple that was arranged in the basket, originally meant for Namjoon.

"You did that intentionally." I cross mg arms across my chest and look at him straight in the eye. He frowned and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"If I were to do that, wouldn't it mean defaming my own name as well?" I could just see supressing a smirk when I didn't have anything to retort with. "Anyway, I received the mail at around eleven."

"Could've sent it before one am in the night."

"I sent it you at eleven thirty, to your precision purpose, the time was twenty three hours thirty minutes and seven point eight zero zero seconds." He pointed it out on his phone. It was on the personal mail, which I was to check. But after eleven, Jimin became a priority. I clench my jaw and look away. I couldn't question him too. He chuckled and put his phone away.

Without any notice, I feel his fingers on my collar slightly pushing it back where those finger marks were visible. I flinch when his thumb rubs over them and instantly swat his hand away. His tongue rolled over his cheek before a smirk forms on his lips.

"Maybe now I know the reason of you being late." He leaned back and took another bite of the apple in his hand. "Seems like a pretty wild night—"

"Excuse me?" I interrupt him but he was on.

"Got a whimpering sub—"

"Mr. Jeon, please."

"Oh of course that's just mere description of what I see—"

"Fucking stop." I lost it as I push myself forward and my hands grip onto the collar of his shirt. His lips sealed shut as his eyes widened. Our faces were inches apart, till our noses could touch. Adrenaline rushed in with the anger that surfaced. My chest heaved with the irritation and annoyance in his words.

"Stop." I whisper as I take deep breaths. I tried repeating the same words of being calm and breathe in. But nothing seemed to work. I was pissed. I was irate and..hurt. I was just done. I didn't know why but I didn't want him to see me like them. I didn't want him to see him as the woman he was painting.

I sucked my neck in and pulled back. My fists clenched as my nails dug into my palms.

"Don't I look like a woman to you? To anyone? Don't you think I should've that least dignity?" I whispered under my breath, my eyes softening as I gaze at him. His lips parted to say something but no words escaped his mouth.

"Be it California, be it Seoul. People are the same everywhere. No one fucking knows your viewpoint, but jump in like a fucking kangaroo whenever served with sour tea." I harden my features and step back from him. He looked on wordlessly, studying me. I move away from his scrutiny and turn around.

The fuck was I doing. The fuck why was my cover dropping? I couldn't know, but that felt lighter.

"Oh Jungkook, babe you know wh—" Jinae stopped short when her eyes locked with mine. Her long waves reached over her shoulders, trailing down to her waist and covering the front half of her blouse. Her lips reddened with gloss and makeup maturing her features.