Jungkook's pov~

You know that urge you have when you see someone you dislike with a passion. That urge to somehow get them away from your sight by one way or another.

Yeah, that urge burned inside me as I sat opposite Tzuyu with a fake smile plastered on my face. I didn't knew if it looked convincing or not.

I hoped not.

They had rented out an outdoor sushi restaurant for this "date". And I resisted from rolling my eyes at the sheer overkill of it all.

Didn't they know that reporters today were capable of taking photos even if you were six floors underground.

"You look really hot, oppa.", Tzuyu said in a saccharine sweet voice.

I cleared my throat. "Thanks. You look..." Like a snake. "...nice."

The server came in and handed us the drink menu, before quietly departing.

Isn't she underage?

"Thanks oppa." She placed her hand over mine on the table.

Why the fuck did I keep it there?

"You weren't answering my texts or calls. I wanted to warn you about what they were planning." She gestured around us.

Oh really? "They" meaning your mother and you?

"Busy with comeback." I studied her for a second, wondering how to go about the inquisition. She took my stare for something else, blushing profusely.

I gave her my signature smirk, rubbing my thumb on her wrist where it was placed on the table. "Tzuyu?"

"Hmm?"

I stared deep in her eyes, purposefully pitching my voice to a seductive rumble. "I can't help but be curious. Who exactly came up with the idea of getting us together? Was it JYP? Your new CEO? ...Someone else?"

If she was thrown off with my question she didn't show it. An unreadable expression on her face as she asked, "Why do you want to know, oppa?"

"Just curious. I'm sure you're not a fan of this person either.", I dodged.

She laughed. "Dating you isn't so bad you know."

How the fuck?! I haven't even called you in a month?

What the heck type of boyfriends had she had before?

"So?" I urged, ignoring her weird statement. "Do you know who it is?"

She frowned, giving me an observing look before speaking. "Hold that thought. Just need to use the restroom real quick."

And with that she was off. This certainly wasn't going to be easy.

I got off my chair, moving to the edge of the overhanging balcony of the outdoor restaurant. It faced the street and I had no doubt paparazzi were parked below somewhere.

Gazing at the half moon, I was contemplating on how to get Tzuyu to confess when I felt slender arms wrap around me from behind, whirling around immediately at the unexpected touch.

Tzuyu pulled my head down for a kiss, gripping her hands in my hair.

I fought the urge to shove her off harshly, opting instead to gently ease her off me.

"Woah, woah. Calm down, buttercup." I pulled away from her, almost wiping my lips on my sleeve before I catched myself.

"Buttercup?", she looked shocked but incredibly pleased at the nickname.

"Ugh yeah, buttercup. You didn't answer my question. How can you take something and not give something in return?"

She gave me a knowing grin before caressing her hand over my thigh. "Oppa, do you think I'm a naive twelve year old?"

She put her hand into my pocket and grasped my phone. I knew for anybody watching, this sight would look far from innocent. "What are you doing?"

"Answering your question." She took my phone out, pressing the stop button on the recorder before deleting the recording all together. She gave me a peck on the lips. "I was the one who came up with the idea."

She chuckled at my blank expression. "But you already knew that."

Wrapping her hands around my neck, she continued. "My mother has the company in her hands, majority of the shares belong to her. Therefore, I get what I want. And I want you."

Reaching up slowly, I unclasped her hands and pushed away from her, taking my phone back.

"Too bad. I already belong to someone else." I winked at her. "Thanks though. I'm flattered."

Her grin vanished as I made to exit the restaurant. "Wait. What?"

"Good talk."

Reason no. 757538 to love Armys: they give you a fuckton of iPhones as birthday presents.

~

Lisa's pov~

More pictures came in as the night went by and I wondered why I loved torturing myself so much.

I hadn't slept the whole night. I couldn't. Still stuck at Jungkook's apartment.

Something inside me didn't want to leave yet. Not before seeing him.

Hundreds of emotions swept through me but my mind stuck on one.

Maybe it was best if we took a break?

My hurt heart seemed to like the option.

I heard the jiggling of keys outside the front door and it opened a second later.

Jungkook was home. I checked my watch. 1:43 am.

He noticed me on the living room couch almost immediately.

"Lisa?" He was dressed in a simple white oversized t-shirt and jeans. And he still looked good enough to eat.

That thought alone made me scowl. Why did he have to be so damn attractive all the time?

"Baby, what are you doing up so late?" Moving towards me, he gazed around, settling on the long-cold food on the dinner table in front of the kitchen.

He smacked his forehead, shutting his eyes in frustration. "Fuck, I forgot to text you."

"Did you really?" The sarcasm in my voice didn't go unnoticed by him. I hoped he didn't notice that I'd been crying.

He sighed. "You saw the pictures." It wasn't a question. He sat beside me on the couch, looking at me like I was a volcano about to erupt. He wasn't wrong.

"This was arranged at the last minute, baby. I had no fucking clue myself. I had no time to say no. Besides I had to go. I needed to find out something.", he explained.

I narrowed my eyes at him, my voice a low hiss. "By kissing her?"

He pursed his lips. "I didn't."

I opened my mouth to call bullshit but he placed a finger on my lips. He picked up my phone from the table, which was still opened on those stupid articles. He scrolled through something before handing it back to me.

"What?"

"Just look."

I did. It was a video. He was standing at the balcony when someone circled their hands around him from behind and he turned, clearly surprised. I scrunched my face in disgust as Tzuyu pulled him down for a kiss.

But he pushed her away immediately. I didn't know if anybody else had noticed but I knew him well enough to recognise the distaste on his face.

"I didn't kiss her.", he repeated from my side, taking my face and turning it towards him. "The only lips I want to kiss are yours." He moved in, intending to do just that.

I pulled away with a gulp, my heart reminding of what I had thought of earlier. "Jungkook?"

He sighed against my neck, placing butterfly kisses below my ear instead. "Yeah, doll?"

"I was thinking..." He sat back at my strange tone, narrowing his eyes. "...maybe we should take a break. You need to figure out whatever you have with Tzuyu-"

"Don't.", he cut me off with a growl. "I have absolutely nothing with her."

"But we can't-"

"Please don't." He slid off the couch to his knees in front of me before grasping my face almost desperately. "Don't punish me for something beyond my control, Lisa. I'm trying okay. Trust me, please."

He begged with his eyes, still sensing the hesitation within me. "Jungkook, it hurts-"

"I know, baby." He reached up to place a sweet kiss on my lips. "It hurts me too, knowing that I made you cry somehow. I don't ever want to make you cry."

He was gazing into my eyes so intensely, I felt like he could see my soul. I felt bare.

He tugged on my lower lip with his thumb."But please, you can't leave me. No matter what, Lisa. I can't do this without you, I can't do anything without you.", he sounded forlorn, like his last hope was being taken away from him. "Promise me, Lisa. Promise me that you won't leave me."

A hiccup escaped, fresh tears escaping my eyes at his begging form below. I had never seen the strong, imperturbable Jungkook like this. Usually nothing could shake him.

But here he was, kneeling in front of me, his eyes shining as he tried to hold his own tears back. "Promise me, please."

I nodded. "I promise."

He swept me up in his arms, kissing me so deeply as he stood up and carried me towards the bedroom. I kissed him back, tasting my tears on his lips.

The whole night he made love to me so sweetly. Like I was a fragile possession he cherished too much. We'd never done it with so much emotion and affection flowing between us before.

He worshipped my body with his lips, his tongue, his hands. And somehow I knew to never doubt his sincerity again. If his words hadn't convinced me, his tender caresses and fond gazes in bed did beyond a doubt.

He hadn't said it in so many words but I knew he loved me.

~

The morning light pierced the curtains and slowly woke me up from deep slumber.

Jungkook was spooning me from behind, his head buried in the crook of my neck. I smiled at the feel of his warm hand cupping my breast.

I felt exhausted still, barely having catched an hour or two of sleep. We'd made love till the early hours of dawn and I was sore in places I didn't know one could be sore. But I didn't regret a single second of it.

Smiling with happiness, I placed a loving kiss on Jungkook's forehead before slipping out from underneath him. This time he didn't wake up, seemingly too exhausted as well.

My smile vanished when I heard something clatter in the living room outside.

Then a rather loud whisper.

"Damnit, Yoongi hyung. You'll wake them up."

"They should wake up, it's almost noon. Even I don't sleep this late."

Bangtan?

Then a loud banging started out the front door.

"Lisa! Open up, we brought ice cream."

Jennie?

"And chicken."

Jisoo.

"Yeah. I brought The Notebook too. Let's swoon over Ryan Gosling together."

Definitely Chaeng.

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