The tone and the way people speak something matters.

Indeed, you messed up for Mr Jeon but that was to help him.

This "so-called task" had begun to feel personal.

Before Jungkook would enter the house, you had to exit.

Nothing in here was yours for you to take.

You sighed in disappointment and called Mr. Park.

"Good evening sir," You paused as you heard "Yeah," from the other side.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't do what you wanted me to. Mr. Jeon has asked me to leave before he comes back."

He didn't respond.

"I wanted to inform you that I haven't touched any money from the bag you handed me."

"I don't want it."

"What?" Mr. Park questioned.

"I haven't earned them, they don't belong to me," you replied lowering your voice.

"How will you go back to Jeju Island then?" He asked.

"I'll manage. Sorry sir," you replied and he hung up.

After what you had done and how the crowd reacted, you knew Mr. Park wouldn't stop you either.

You left his house.

-

"Sir, the Hotteok that you made, shall I pack them for you?" A worker asked as it was almost time for people to leave.

Jungkook was busy smoking. 

"No, leave it," he said.

"Stupid woman," he muttered.

"For the first time, I felt someone cared for me but... God, you've always been unjust, how could I forget that!" he mumbled, raising his gaze to the ceiling.

With that, he took a bite of the dessert he made.

It was difficult to chew.

Within a few seconds, he coughed.

"This is making me nauseous," he spoke, getting frustrated, running his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck."

"This food ... Y/N put up a show."

"Shit," he muttered, shutting his eyes as he extinguished the cigarette and rushed.

-

For the last time, you turned to the house before moving ahead.

Walking a few steps outside, it started to rain.

"What the hell," you grumbled as you stepped back, waiting near the house.

If Jungkook comes home and you're not gone, he'll be pissed.

About an hour later, you still stood in the same place, shivering since raining didn't stop.

Cursing under your breath, you felt helpless.

"What did I get myself into?" You murmured as a tear escaped your eye.

"Hey, get out of here," you heard someone yell.

You turned to find Ava with an umbrella.

"Jungkook doesn't want to see you here. You better fuck off before he's home, he's asked me to wait for him," she said, as you felt a throbbing ache in your heart.

He didn't feel anything for you, you knew it.

Ava pulled you away from the entrance where you stood to protect yourself from the rain.

"Go now," she said.

Just as you thought you should reply to her, you heard the footsteps of someone running.

Turning, you saw Jungkook.

Drenched.

His shirt was transparent.

Transparent enough to have his tattoo on display.

His hair was all over his forehead.

Your heart skipped a beat to have a sight of him, running towards you with beads of water trickling down his hair and his face as he stopped right in front of you, catching his breath.

You lowered your gaze.

"Sorry, I was just leaving," you said and stepped towards the exit when he held your wrist.

His grip was tight.

"I told her to leave already, come Jungkook," Ava said, excitedly.

He paid no attention to Ava but unexpectedly pulled you towards him as you bumped into his strong chest.

He narrowed his gaze, looking right into your eyes.

You couldn't hold eye contact for long.

You gulped, staring at the ground.

"So, you liked the Hotteok?" He asked.

You didn't reply.

"I'm asking you, say something!" He threatened.

You maintained some distance in between and softly mumbled, "Yeah. What's the problem with it?"

A grin spread across his face as he suddenly cupped your face only to join your lips together when.

You felt his teeth bite your lip.

Everything was so sudden, it took you a second to understand he was kissing you.

You gripped his shirt and kissed him back.

He wrapped his arm around you. His hand entangled in your hair to deepen the kiss as he sucked on your lower lip making you moan slightly.

The feeling of his lips on yours made you insane. Your lips moved in sync with his.

Panting, you pulled away but he didn't release his grip on you.

"Mr. Jeon... I-," he didn't let you speak but shushed you while he tugged his finger in your hair and pecked your lip which felt sexy, sensual.

The tingling sensation of the kiss was like a spark that was igniting a deep sense of craving for him in you.

He placed his hand on your lower back, not letting you get away.

"You kept eating things I made which tasted so bad and still, you never said anything to me?" He asked.

You gulped, still gathering yourself as his intense gazes kept killing you.

"Can I ask you something?" He said in his deep voice as he bent to your height getting more closer to you.

You nodded.

"Will you teach me how to cook?"

You chuckled.

You've never seen him happy but today, it felt different.

You were shivering.

"Don't leave me... Please," he said, his eyes not leaving you even for a second.

"Your girlfriend's here," you said.

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Finallllly👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨