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Your touch, your eyes, your smile and your sight, make my heart race.
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United States of America,
Resort, Cambridge, Massachusetts,
8 : 00 PM

Cheshta's Perspective —

He draped his jacket around me, and I could see that he was shivering too. It seemed like he was also feeling the chill in the air. Despite his kindness, I hesitated to accept his jacket, worried that he might catch a cold because of me.

"Are you okay?" I inquired, to which he responded with a smile playing on his lips, "Yes, I am until you're fine. How about you? How did you fall?"

Lost in admiration of his gentle features, I realized how closely I was observing him for the first time. Despite being on campus for a few weeks, I had only seen him surrounded by different girls until today, when he unexpectedly confessed his feelings for me.

"Someone pushed me," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, it was strongest weak.

He join his eyebrows and turn his face to the direction of a girl, wearing a black tight crop top with a black tight skirt, the girl who pushed.

"Did she?", he point out his finger on her, his voice dripping with answer and frustration.

I nodded as answered his query, and he simply nodded. He stand up, his feets rising in the direction of that girl, his stand right infront of her as the girl steps back when he grabs her waist, "You like me? And you're jealous?"

The girl simply didn't answered but moved closer to him, grabbing his collar and whispered, "I'm! I thought I'd she die, you'll be with me."

He chuckled mockingily, he didn't did much but pushed her which caused her to fall in the pool, filled up with the bone chilling water.

"Enjoy.", he smirked and turn his face to me, facing me, his hand on his jeans pocket, after being soaked with water in this winter, he is still showing off his hottness.

"Don't be around this types of girls, you're going to end up in danger.", He whispered, leaning down at my level, his face right infront of mine, he slowly tug a strand of my hair behind my ear, "I'm always here to save you, just call me out."

He whispered with a reassuring smile, his voice calm, relaxed but husky and deep at same time, taking out his fancy phone to make a call. Before long, Jimin and Hazlin came running over to us.

"Hey, Jungkook! You'll catch a cold," Jimin admonished as he wrapped his own warm jacket around Jungkook.

"Pabo, are you okay?" Hazlin inquired, gently taking my face in her hands. I responded with a timid nod and averted gaze as her wrapped his scarf around me.

"C'mon girl, I'll give you a ride on my bike." Jungkook offered, winking at me with a smrik.

I can feel butterfly in my stomach, my stomach turning and twisting ay his wink, blush crept up on my cheeks but it was unnoticable by everyone. I shook my head and softly murmured, "I'll just walk by myself."

"I am not asking, it's an order. C'mon, stand up." he repeated as he saved me; I couldn't afford to get into any more trouble with him.

"Jungkook, come with us in the car. I know you brought your princess with you," Hazlin said, making a weird face as Jungkook frowned.

"Shut your mouth, Hazlin. My princess is much better than you," he chuckled darkly. "Hazlin, did you complete the file for tomorrow's meeting?",

"No, boss. Pabo, boss will drop you," I nodded in agreement. She kissed my forehead, waved me goodbye with a smile, and Jimin handed a helmet to Jungkook and waved me a bye with his eye smile, "You only bought one helmet."

"Thank you, Hyung," Jungkook smiled and waved goodbye to both of them as they left in their car.

Jungkook extended his hand to help me, but I refused, standing up with the help of the chair's arm. I wished to never get involved in this mess again. I stood up, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance, holding my arm supporting me coldly, "You're so stubborn."

"I don't care," I replied, my voice again barely above a whisper.

"Wait here, I'll brought my princess.", I wondered who his princess was. Maybe one of his flings or someone else; whatever. I stood there, rubbing my hands together, my cheeks and nose had already turned red from the chilling winter air.

Suddenly, I heard the roaring sound of a bike approaching. As I turned, my eyes widened at the sight of him on the latest modal of Harley Davidson motorcycle's limited addition. It's my favorite model of bike. He called out to me, "C'mon, stop staring and sit."

"I promise to safely drive you to the hostel," he reassured, patting the seat and gesturing for me to sit behind him. With a slight gap between us, I eagerly waited for his next move.

"Doll, hold on tight if you want to avoid a fall and breaking your jaws," he whispered. Ignoring his warning, I put on my helmet. He proceeded to put on his black helmet and closed the visor.

"Did you hear me? Hold onto me tightly, my darling," he urged, his tone becoming more desperate. I hesitantly grabbed onto his jacket as he subtly pulled my hands forward, positioning them securely around him.

"Stay like this until we arrive," he muttered. His words were somewhat muffled by the helmet.

As my hands was on him, i can feel his heart beating, not normally but in the most fastest manner, like a car or a metro train, his heart is beating faster in his chest cage.

Is it because I'm with him? Or just because he is cold?

The engine revved as he started the bike, propelling us forward and swiftly gaining speed on the road.

The entire ride was silent, but amidst the silence except the sound of his heart mixing with the beating of my heart.

My heart is beating with the same pace and speed, what we call it? Love? I couldn't help but sense something special. The cold air brushed against my face as the open helmet visor granted me a panoramic view of my surroundings. Despite my fears of taking a fall and being hurt once more, I found solace in the moment.

Gripping onto him tightly with what his heart beating rate increases, I could hear the faint sound of his chuckles as he accelerated the bike, his gentle touch caressing my arm. A strange yet comforting warmth enveloped me in his presence. It was an inexplicable feeling that I couldn't quite comprehend, but being with him felt right.

Although I was aware of his reputation as a playboy, his unexpected proposal sent my heart racing. However, reality soon set in, shattering any illusions of a fairy-tale romance. His reputation preceded him - a playboy who treated women like disposable objects, discarding them after a fleeting night of pleasure.

Lost in my thoughts, I was snapped back to reality when he spoke, "Sweetheart?" I remained silent, choosing not to engage in the conversation. His chuckles broke the silence once more as he increased the bike's speed, the icy wind causing a tremor to course through me as I clung onto him more tightly.

"Are you cold?" he inquired gently, easing the bike's velocity. I nodded in response, clutching onto his jacket. With a soft reassurance, he murmured, "It's alright, I'll slow down."

He did as he said, driving slowly in the cold breeze like a soothing balm to the scars in my heart. Unknowingly, I found it difficult to resist him. In the morning, he proposed to me and was rejected, but courageously saved me without hesitation and did not drive me back to my hostel at night.

"Doll, where do you live?", he asked, making me flinch at the sudden sound. "I live in the university campus," I replied.

"Okay," he nodded.

God created him so cute and handsome, so why does he use these qualities as a weapon to harm others? I must not dwell on these thoughts. I loosened my grip on him and maintained some distance between us.

"What's wrong?" he asked, opening his helmet's visor with one hand. I shook my head, and he simply hummed while slowly applying the brakes of the bike. He parked the bike near the 1st gate, and I carefully climbed off, removing the helmet.

He took the helmet, placed it on the seat, and grinned, "Well, that was nice."

I thanked him once more before turning away, but suddenly everything went black in front of my eyes. My head felt heavy, with a sharp pain pulling at my temples, causing stress to ripple through my body, ultimately leading me to stumble on my own two feet.

"Hey, are you okay?" A hand swiftly secured me, pulling me into a tight and warm embrace. He gently patted my cheeks, asking, "Are you alright?"

Slowly, my vision began to clear, only to find Jungkook standing before me, holding me so close to his heart that I could feel its rhythmic beat against his chest. Why did it feel so comforting in his arms?

When the realization dawned on me, I quickly pulled away from his embrace and stood upright, rubbing the back of my hand. He looked at me and inquired, "Should I assist you in getting to your destination?"

"No, boys are not allowed in my hostel," I replied, turning to leave. However, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. "Then wait, hey! You there," he called out to a girl, motioning for me to stay silent.

The lady approached me and stood beside me while him still holding my wrist firmly, evoking feelings of affection and care within me. The young lady then spoke in a cold voice, saying, "Yes? What do you want? And let go of her hand!"

"Why? She's my girlfriend," Jungkook responded, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him, a smug smile dancing on his lips.

"Well, Cheshta, should I slap his cheeks for you?" She asked, her face showing irritation. I removed his hand from my shoulder and whispered, "No, sister. He just saved me from drowning."

"Oh, so you know this girl? Noona." Jungkook inquired, pointing his finger towards her with a smirk on his face. I nodded in response and took a step back from him.

"Whoever you are, just make sure she gets to her room safely," he directed towards the girl named Bella, still smirking, annoying her. She frowned and grabbed my wrist, saying, "Let's go, he's irritating me."

"Sister-in-law, your friend has a caring boyfriend," he casually mentioned from behind as we strolled through the hostel gates. His words sparked a chuckle from me.

"Why is he so silly?" I inquired. She chuckled and affectionately patted my shoulder, "That's just the way he is, born that way."

Our laughter carried us into our room where she handed me some cozy clothes, advising me to change. As I settled at my study table, engrossed in my books, she dropped a bombshell.

"Cheshta, I'm heading back to my country. I'll be back soon. Sorry, but you'll have to manage on your own," she announced with a somber expression.

"I'll be fine," I reassured her, delving into my reading and highlighting key points. Lost in my studies, I suddenly snapped back to reality, "Why does he refer to you as sister-in-law?"

"Taehyung is his brother, and I'm Taehyung's finance," she explained.

Author's Note:

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god guys. We just hit 1k. I'm so much happy, so freaking much. I love you all a lot.

Love from your Kookie💓