"They see right through me,
They see right through me,
They see right through me,
Can you see right through me?"
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Da eun is acting different these days.

Like bad different. 

She should be happy, crazy and talking to us non stop about the new BL manhwa she bought recently, the one that's by her favorite author. She always does that. Even when we don't have much interest, she squeals about the story to us all day, night when her favorite author releases.

Except now. She's awfully quite. Jae is suspicious too, and even though she lives with her, she still finds her behavior weird recently.

According to her, she stays in her room most of the day, either painting or studying or just rotting in bed. She lets Jae in but doesn't talk much. At night, she eats in her room only and when Jae asks her, she's always like "i need space".

God forbid what happened. She does come to college but is very conscious of her surroundings lately and is always on her nerves about reaching her apartment before 5 in the evening. So not her, to be honest.

Maybe she does need space. I mean last few weeks were exhausting for her. Mid sems and her art exhibition order fell in same week. She had been busy painting and studying. She might just be overwhelmed and needs to put her brain to rest. That can be a reason. I think so.

It's 3 in the noon right now and i am on my break after tiring lectures. Jae is still in her class and well, Da eun has already sprinted to her place. This leaves me alone and that's the reason why i am going to my dear man.

I'm walking towards the basketball court. Jungkook and his friends are always there when they're free and sporty. When i told him that i'm free at the moment, he asked me to be there. I usually go there to watch him play. It's a sight, such good sight that i kind of understand all the craze that girls have for athletic men. It looks hot and just gorgeous. Just my man, though.

With a slight smile on my face as i reach near the huge court, i see a group of boys outside. They looked fresh enough, either they're done playing or they're going to play.

One of the boys looks up towards me and i recognise him right away.

Yoongi looks up at me and he smiles, i reciprocate the smile with a wave. Then he simply gets back to his talks with the boys. See, i know he doesn't hate me but he does have that brotherly instinct with me. I remember him warning Da eun about Jungkook a few months back in front of me and i can tell he would've never thought i'd end up being the one falling for that man. Well, i didn't have a choice. Jungkook made his presence so damn irresistable and i can't deny that i found him attractive too. Who wouldn't be.

But i can tell that Yoongi keeps his distance from me. I know he isn't disgusted or anything but he sure feels like he'd end up saying something, hurting me. So i don't prompt either.

I sigh and continue my walk to inside the court. The loud thumping of the ball on the floor vibrates around the walls of the place just as i step a foot in. Though it's cold outside, the inside is warmer. Not too much warm to make it impossible to stand in there, it's nicely ventilated.

I walk near the bleachers as i keep my focus on the boys playing in the court. The game is just a fitness activity but they look way too focused like their lives depends on this game. I try to locate the guy i'm looking for but it's kind of difficult since all of these nearly 10 men in here are too fast on their feet and the loud thumping of the ball and equally loud curses make my vision spin.

 I decide to sit and that's what i do. I climb up the stairs of the bleachers to find a seat in the middle row, that's where i usually sit when i come here.

I take a few steps up and then look up to see a group of girls sitting on the topmost row. They're all giggly and as they should be looking at the guys playing in the court, they're all looking at me instead.

Heat crawls up to my cheeks at the sudden attention, but soon that heat turns into something more hotter as i recognise the girl sitting in the middle. Mia.

What is she doing here?

Well, it doesn't matter. If she's here for what i'm thinking then it's a lost cause. She's not even the last point of attention for him. And if she has some other plan, then it's better if she keeps her distance from me. I already hate her enough.

Our eyes lock and she cocks her eyebrow at me, a slight smirk on her small face. She's hot in my opinion and i would totally adore her if i liked her vibe. She's just weird.

I hold my head up high as turn away from her view. I hear a slight snicker from her side but i don't care. I walk through the row of seats to find the center seat to sit on.

I exhale loud as i look up towards the game and find the one i'm looking for.

It doesn't take me more than a second because Jungkook is standing there in middle of the court with the ball held up in his strong hands, as he positions it in a way that when he throws, it goes right through the basket.

It happens in a flash of moment as he throws the ball high from his distance and it passes through the basket.

Hoots erupt through the court as all the guys cluster around Jungkook. They praise his goal while thumping his back and shoulders. I see Michael as he ruffles his buddy's hair. 

Jungkook has a smile on his face, which is very close resemblance to a smirk like he knew he'd do that. Like he knows that he never misses. He's so smug and might i say, that is the hottest thing about him.

Just after that, his eyes look up towards me and i flush even deeper. Fuck. Why did he look straight up at me like he knew i was here? Even at distance, his look seems intense and my whole body seems hot suddenly.

Every guy in the court disperse to the benches to calm their breathing and hydrate themselves, but Jungkook walks towards the bleachers.

I gulp and my heartbeat fastens. Fuck, this is normal. How many times has he walked towards me? Countless times, stop acting like a adolescent teen crushing on a hot star in the team!

Despite my attempt to calm down, i see him climbing up with his long, sturdy legs. He doesn't take stairs at the corner. He, so effortlessly, climbs up the sitting chairs. With his long legs, he can easily do that but still, there's a better way to climb up.

He's fast on his feet as he climbs up to my row in few seconds, as i stay glued to my seat, my feet digging into the floor and well, my legs are so tightly shut. His eyes remain on me and then he's right in front of me.

He doesn't climb up the seat that's in the row right under me. Instead, he leans down by the seat, keeping his forearms to support his weight on them as his face hovers right in front of mine and i take his scent in.

Musky with a tinge of sweat and his minty cologne. He smells so damn manly.

I can't stop looking at his skin in front of me. His face looks so damn hot, it's making me delirious. His hair are wet, sticking to his forehead. His skin gleams with sweat. The arms have veins buldging out of them. The tatted one look too insane to even look at. The material of his vest is sticking to his torso. His buff chest outlines so well, fucking hell.

"Hello, my peach," he speaks and i part my lips.

"Hi," i smile, "Nice throw."

I compliment, looking my sanest self. What? It's just his body and his face, nothing much. I am completely sane.

"Thanks," he smirks, panting slightly. His chest rises up and falls down in constant pace. My throat goes dry and so must be his.

When i look up into his eyes, he tilts his head a little with a slight smile on his face as he looks at me. I almost shrink under his gaze.

Like some normal person. he should be sitting down and calm his breathing. He should drink water, hydrate his burning throat from the game but he's just here, staring at me.

"What?" i whisper, shifting in my seat.

"I wanna kiss you," he murmurs.

"Huh-"

My words die in my throat as his mouth attacks mine. His hand comes up to my face and he traces my skin roughly in his palm before his grabs the back of my head. His fingers dig into my low pony-tailed hair and i couldn't help but utter out the slightest of moan.

His lips press hard on mine as he kisses me. I kiss him back and close my eyes for moment.

A firm peck was what i had in my mind when he said he wanted to kiss me in this court where everyone is around. But i thought wrong, clearly.

When i try to move away from him, i met resistance. He doesn't let me go, instead his other hand holds the side of my neck to keep me in place.

I frown in the kiss when his tongue grazes my lips. Under the spell, i don't resist. I open my mouth, welcoming him in. His tongue grazes mine and i taste peppermint on him. He keeps on teasing my tongue with his and i let him. I let him taste me the way he wants. I let him claim me the way he wants.

I love the way he kisses me, every time something new explodes in my mind and i melt even harder. The roughness, the sloppiness and the haste that he pours in it yet still making me feel like it's so slow, makes me lose my mind and i am so fucked right now.

My head bobs backward by a little every time his mouth opens up for me. He tilts my face according to his liking so that he can deepen the kiss, so much that he can even touch the back of my mouth. My lips try to keep up with the speed he is kissing me with, but i fail. So i let him use my mouth the way he wants and take pleasure off it, and give me the pleasure that i don't even have to work for.

Everywhere his skin is touching me feels like it's on fire. Maybe it's because his skin is extremely hot because of the intense game or maybe simply because my body is on fire and he's just fueling it. Either way, i love it.

I love that i can't breathe, that he's literally sucking my life through his mouth and i like the taste of this.

Just when i thought, he'll just lay me down on one of these chairs and fuck me right in front of all these people here, he stops.

He pulls away and now it's me who's panting like a bitch. I feel a streak of drool flow down the side of my mouth, i'm sure my lips are already swollen. My eyes are droopy and my cheeks are flush red.

He smirks at the sight and i see lust in his eyes too. 

I look down and then remember the very place we are at right now. Almost everyone in the uni knows that we are dating and he very rightly claimed me right here in front of people who should know that we belong to each other.

"You should take a shower, " i say, clearing my throat.

"Do i smell?" he asks, suddenly conscious.

I fight back a smile, "a lot."

No, he doesn't. This has to be the hottest he has ever smelt, but i won't say it, not unless i have a wish to invite a lion in my den. Quite literally.

He stands up to his full height. He doesn't hover my whole existence because he's standing on lower level than where i am sitting. I thought that he's simply going to abide and leave but what he does takes me completely off guard.

He grips the hem of his sticky vest with both of his hands and in no more than a second, takes it off. 

Fuck me.

Oh my holy mother.

He's such a damn tease, i want to pounce on him like a dick greedy whore. 

No, control, Hana. Control. It's just flesh. No matter how hot, it's still just flesh. 

But fucking hell. This is nobody else but Jeon Jungkook, even though he's mine, i still can't jump on him right here. I mean he would absolutely love to see me lose control, that's what he wants for sure but no.

The body of his a masterpiece in itself but right now all sweaty and slightly flushed red, it's a goddamn sin. And he's so well aware of it. 

He hums, "You should join me in the shower."

"W-what?" i ask, my eyes widen, still drooling at the sight in front of me.

Well, joining him in shower isn't a big thing but here, in the campus? Hell no!

Jungkook lets out a chuckle as he pinches the bridge of my nose, seeing me control my intense blush.

"Love to see you so hot and bothered because of me, and as much as i love the thought of stripping you to core in the lockers, then fuck you like my whore, i wouldn't want to show your freshly fucked state to other guys in there. That's only for me to see," he tells me and i almost sigh in relief.

"So," he continues, brushing his sweaty hair back from his face, showing me his glorious forehead.

"You're going to sit your pretty little ass here for a few minutes till i'm done, yeah?" he says.

I nod.

He smiles and says, "Good girl."

He caresses my cheek one last time for the moment and then turns around to skip down the chairs, again, very effortlessly.

I watch him as he reaches at the floor and picks his bag and water bottle from his bench. He looks back up at me and then waves slightly at me before he walks towards the back of the court where the lockers are. His taut, muscly back disappears behind the wall and i suddenly miss his presence.

I shake my head and then look behind me to see the end seats where Mia and gang once was, empty. I frown. I hope they saw the public display of Jungkook's obsession for me. The thought of her seeing it made me smirk. I truly wish they saw.

I sigh and then look to my side.

I see a set of beautiful eyes already looking at me. Well, they don't look creepy, they look in awe. Just as her eyes meet mine, she looks away in shyness.

But i clear my throat and call her name. It's better if i have some company especially besides when i know her.

"Emily," i call out her name.

Emily isn't a very close friend of mine, but she is of Da eun's. She's Michael's girlfriend and i remember her giving Da eun the passes to the Jungkook's party that happened a few months back. We talk here and there and i like her. She's sweet, very well spoken.

She looks like some foreigner with her hazel eyes and pale as white skin, caramel brown hair. She is gorgeous, was a hot topic for guys until Michael claimed her. She was very timid but now she seems very much better, a little more confident in herself.

Emily smiles at me and i gesture her to come sit with me. She smiles at me again as she gets up from her seat to be next to me.

"Hi, Hana," she says.

"Hi, how are you doing?" i ask her.

"I'm doing well," she says.

"Yeah, me too."

"Well... I can tell," she says and i see her fingers gesturing towards the locker room. I suppose she's talking about what happened in here. Was that why she shied away from me?

"Geez," i feel my cheeks reddening too and she giggles.

"Well, did you talk with Da eun?" she asks me.

"Not since the morning, why?" i worry.

"She doesn't seem that well. Especially after the test results today," Emily answers.

Today was our mid sem tests handouts, and well, i never expect to top the class. I am average in studies and i've come to terms with it. I don't really have passion in it, i love designing and i am doing well in it. That's what matters.

But still i study hard for tests, who wouldn't want to have good marks and mouth dropping GPA?

I remember me worrying about my mid sems and Jungkook suggesting that i don't have to take this seriousely because he can easily help with full score in my internals. He has far connections. The offer was nice but i still wanted to work for it, considering i'd have to give my exams myself.

But i doubt he wouldn't have the power to manipulate the mains too.

However, unlike me, Da eun is a bright student. In school, she has always topped in her subjects, her uni studies were going well too. Despite her disinterest in Science, she still manage to keep it up because of the family pressure and the fear to be caged in.

I don't think that the tests are the reason Da eun has been so silent recently. Or is it?

"Why? She didn't top the subjects?" i ask, i know Da eun gets competitive in this stuff. She needs to be first, she has always been in school, but she got a competition in uni. Kim Taehyung. Classic rivalry.

"Well... She didn't top, but she isn't even second, or third, or forth," Emily says, her voice low.

My eyebrows pinch together, "Really?"

She shrugs, "It was surprising, for everyone, even the professors because she has topped every other practice test in class, if not topped, then second by a decimal. Da eun looked... not good."

I bite my lip in worry. I think Jae might not know either. I hope Da eun is ok, i'll need to go to their place after i'm done with the schedule here.

"Kim Hana," i hear an unfamiliar male voice from behind me.

I quickly turn around to see a tall man standing behind me. He's looking at me and though i have never seen him in real life before, i know who he is. His aura gives it away. He's standing there clad in three piece suit, hands buried deep into his pockets. He looks around the same age my father, but looks as fit as him too.

He has a slight moustache, defined bone structure on face. Jungkook has shown me his picture. I never thought i'd actually see him.

Park Jae Sung.

What business does he have with me?

I wish to ignore him but he takes the seat right behind me, diagonally. And then he opens his mouth again.

"I see you have been given your fair shares of warnings, huh? Jungkook wouldn't allow his girl to talk with his boss now," he snickers.

"It's not about allowing, i just don't think we have a conversation to do," i recoil.

I have never talked with him, ever. But i have listened about him and i don't like him and yes Jungkook has warned me about him because well, he isn't on very good terms with his own boss either.

"Ah, witty unlike other girl i see who hides her face away. I like it," he says, amused and i know he basically taunted Emily, sitting next to me.

I get why he gets on Jungkook's nerves, because hell, he's been here for no more than a minute and he's already pissing me off.

"Maybe they know that talking with you is a waste of their precious energy," i smile, looking into his eyes.

He scoffs again, looking up at the ceiling before he looks at me.

"You must feel pride at the future one-of-the-most-powerful-man in the country being your boyfriend?" he asks, and i don't like the way he said boyfriend.

I squint my eyes at him, "For you he must be future one-of-the-most-powerful-man, but for me he's just Jungkook, my boyfriend and my partner."

I tip my head up to show him just how much pride i have.

"Oh, you shouldn't be very prideful about your fantasy, little girl," he mocks me.

"I am sure of it, you can't brainwash me," i recoil.

"You have very high hopes for this. This world of ours isn't a fairytale, Kim Hana. Give it six more months, you'll see it for yourself when he'll move away from this very country for further training and the only thing he'll remember is your name as a souvenir for these months that you gave him," he says, every word tasted like venom on my tongue.

"That's not true, he isn't going anywhere," i say, Jungkook must've told me if he would.

"Little miss fiesty in oblivion, i see," he snickers, again.

"Well, i'm sure he would tell me when he would feel it's right. You can't mansplain me against him, Park Jae Sung," i challenge him.

"Oh why would i do that? I'm just here to show you the reality of this world, the one you've been kept away from, even though you're a daughter of one of the gang members."

"How do you know my parents?" i ask. Don't tell me my dad has been this orge's buddy back in his days.

"I dig deep about people in my gang."

"That's invasion of my privacy, first and second, i'm not part of this... system," my mouth twists in disgust.

"Oh, your privacy was risked the very moment you lured one of the boys in, especially Jungkook, and you have no idea just how deep you're going to get into this system," he tells me, an iota of horror settles in my heart due to his intense eyes.

I look to my side to see no one there. Where is Emily?

I look around before i look back at him with anxiety in my stomach, "What the fuck do you want from me?"

"I need you to stop distracting Jungkook with all this. Tomorrow you might not be that important for him, but you're hindering his future with your tactics today," he says.

"I'm not a distraction to him," i stand my place.

He laughs out and i want to punch his face.

He looks at me again and continues, "Do i have to remind you of the times he almost killed people just becuase of you? The impulsiveness without precautions? He has been skipping important meetings with our clients just because he is busy for the evening, because of you. He hasn't been at headquarters at all since weeks, and you're saying that you're not distracting him?"

"Do you have any idea how bad it is for the gang and his own future? You must know, don't you? A living example in your own house. You very well know about his ambitions and how he dreams about all that. His pride lies in that- being successful beyond his imagination and a life filled with filthy money, anything he desires. And who would make that come true?"

He looks at me and i know where he's going with that talk.

"The position in blue stones. Without this gang, his father's company would fall, owning to major chunk of investments from us and with that, the future is dull for him, isn't it?"

"You can't do that. Jungkook is your best man, you wouldn't lose him," i counter.

"He was best, for sure he was, but like i said he sin't same since you and it bothers me. He can't afford any of this, Hana. I am the one who made Jungkook best, do you think i can't do it with any other guy?" he mocks me yet again and this time i don't feel rage.

A part in my usually dead brain screams at me to listen to him and just walk away. He's here, filling my brain with unnecessary things but still i stay glued, because there is a part that's believing him.

"Once he'll realise that, you know what the end would be. He wouldn't trade his dreams for just a girl. Be wise, Hana. You know this all too well. Once the rush ends, he's going to see what he could've had instead of you."

"This world is nasty and women like you have no space in it. All the boys in here with so called girlfriends know that they're all just arm candies. I can show you multiple videos of them cheating on their girls. What can they do? Parties are just that, aren't they? Booze and pretty girls in tight dresses on their laps, that is what their life is, Hana, not butterflies and rainbows."

He looks straight into my eyes, his eyes sparkling with a sense of victory and i don't like that. At all.

"Nice monologue, Mr. Park and i might've believed you if i didn't know that most of the things you utter out of that mouth are complete bullshit," i say but he just smiles at me.

"Interesting," he says and then gets up from his seat.

"But i do have some advice for you, Miss Kim. It's always better to leave before you get left," he tells me and straightens his suit.

"Goodbye, Hana," he says.

"Indeed a good bye," i mutter and he might've heard as he chuckles before he walks away.

I watch him as he walks out of the row, stepping down the stairs very leisurely. He reaches the floor and then he's walking towards the back of the court, probably towards the locker rooms.

I've been in here for fair share of times and I have never seen him near. Is he here today for something? Was the motive to fuck with my brain?

As Jae sung is on his way to locker rooms, I see Jungkook getting out from there. He looks fresh, hair slightly wet, black t shirt and sweatpants, his bag in slung on his shoulder.

I can see his face twisting in irritation as he spots Jae Sung approaching him. He almost looks like he wants to turn around and avoid the meeting with his own boss but he doesn't do it as Jae Sung approaches him.

He pats Jungkook's shoulders, stopping him in tracks.

Jungkook talks with him and Jae Sung has that annoying smile on his face. Why does he looks so Machiavelli. His eyes were intense when he told me everything and I don't think about them now but I might later. What does he has in his mind?

He really thinks I'd leave Jungkook?

"Hana," Emily is here again, she's panting like she's been running.

"Are you ok?" she asks.

"I just ran to the locker rooms when I saw Jaw Sung talking his usual bullshit," she continues and sits next to me as she calms her breathing.

"Does he do that with every girl in here?" I ask her.

"I don't know but you're more important here. You're with Jungkook, the future Blue Stones leader," she tells me.

He is future leader but would he actually stay like that? Jae Sung's warning clouding my brain even though I'm resisting the thought.

"Hana, don't think much. I don't know what he said after I ran away but I'm sure it's nothing but bullshit, you know that, right?" she holds my cold hand.

"Why is he like that? So demeaning towards women? What's his deal?" I feel pissed as I look down at Jungkook still talking with Jae Sung.

"Uh long story short, he had a girlfriend in his prime too. He was obsessed, truly in love with her, but she left him. She wanted him to choose between the gang leadership and her. I don't blame her, this stuff is nasty. But we know what Jae Sung chose," she tells me.

It makes sense now.

But I know me. I would never make Jungkook choose between me and this gang. I know this position is really important for his future and I trust him enough that he won't leave me. I just know.

I look at Jungkook getting away from Jae Sung.

"I should go," I tell Emily.

"Yes, take care, Hana," she says and I look into her genuine eyes.

"I will," I smile at her and leave the seat to walk down the stairs to reach Jungkook.

Everything is alright as long as I'm with him.

I know.

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~Aster🌸