The air around them had shifted, thickening with a heady mixture of heat and tension. Their lips, swollen and tingling from the ferocity of the kiss, parted, leaving Jungkook frozen in place. The once-devouring flames in his eyes, born from revenge, now flickered with something far more conflicted—shock.

"Did I kiss her?" The thought echoed in his mind, disbelief crashing into him like a wave. He stared down at Jangfei, his breath still heavy, heart pounding in his chest. His hands were still gripping her waist, but the intensity had drained from his touch. For a moment, he couldn't move, couldn't speak, his mind reeling.

Jangfei stood before him, her wide eyes staring up at him, lips trembling from the overwhelming intensity she had just experienced. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven as she tried to process what had just happened. She looked damn nervous, her body slightly trembling under his grip. The girl who had once clung to her composure, who claimed to hate the devil boss standing before her, was now utterly shaken.

"He kissed me... he actually kissed me?"Her thoughts raced, heart thudding in her chest. She could barely make sense of the heat that still lingered on her lips or the wild mess of emotions swirling in her stomach.

Her eyes flicked to his, searching for any sign of what that kiss meant. But Jungkook's face was a battlefield of emotions—confusion, shock, and something darker, something he clearly didn't want to confront. The cold, ruthless man she knew so well had just kissed her like a beast, and now, there he stood, as stunned as she was.

Jangfei's breath hitched as she tried to pull away, but Jungkook's grip tightened, forcing her closer. "Don't move back. Stay close," he ordered, his tone cold and unrelenting, as if nothing had just happened between them. His eyes were hard, unreadable, but his hold on her was possessive, sending a jolt of panic through her chest.

"I want to go away," she demanded, her voice shaking, but determined.

He chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Why? Don't think too much about it. The kiss meant nothing to me. Just like it meant nothing to you," he hissed, each word dripping with venom, his callous indifference cutting her like a blade.

Her heart clenched painfully at his words. Her first kiss...The one she had dreamed of giving to someone she loved, someone who cherished her, had been stolen by this devil. He was merciless, demanding, cruel—everything she feared, and yet, he had taken something so intimate from her without a second thought.

"Let go, Jungkook," she pleaded, her voice trembling as tears brimmed in her eyes. She couldn't hide the pain he had inflicted, the way he had shattered the small part of her that had begun to trust him.

His gaze flickered, catching the tear that slipped down her cheek. For a brief moment, something unreadable crossed his expression, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I will not. And you can't leave me."

A sadistic smirk played on his lips as he continued, "Don't tell me you took that kiss seriously." His grip on her waist tightened further, pinning her against the wall as she winced from the pressure. "You mean nothing to me, Jangfei. You're just my pretend wife, nothing more."

His words were sharp, but there was a hint of something desperate in his voice, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. His hands remained rough, his demeanor harsh, but the edge in his voice betrayed a conflict deep within him.

Jangfei's chest ached as she fought back a sob. She had started to believe in him, in the moments they had shared over the past two days when he had been gentle, kind even. But now, she realized it had all been a cruel facade. He was the monster she had always feared, and she had been foolish to think otherwise.

The hate that boiled inside her felt suffocating. I shouldn't have trusted him...

Her tears fell freely now, each one a reminder of the pain he had caused, the betrayal she felt deep in her bones. Yet, even as she cried, his grip on her remained firm, his gaze burning with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher—something between cruelty and desire.

With a surge of strength, Jangfei shoved Jungkook away, and before he could react, she turned and bolted, her heart pounding in her chest. Jungkook stood frozen for a moment, shock and confusion swirling in his mind. He was about to chase after her when a voice, smooth and mocking, echoed through the air.

"Jeon Jungkook."

His jaw clenched as the familiar voice sent a wave of cold rage through his veins. He turned to face Kang Mi Rae, her lips curled into a cruel smile.

"I see the broken boy turned into a broken man now," she said, her words sharp and cutting, piercing straight into his core. The weight of her gaze and the casual cruelty in her tone brought back every ounce of pain he had tried to bury.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, filled with malice. "Why are you here, you betrayer?" he spat, his voice low and venomous.

Mi Rae only laughed, her mocking tone sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, Jungkook, you're still so funny. It's been seven years, and you still can't get over me, can you? I know you still love me, even now. No matter how much I betrayed you, no matter how much time has passed, you'll always be that boy who can't let go." Her smirk widened as she glanced in the direction Jangfei had fled. "I see you've made your wife cry, just as I expected. You'll never change."

Her words were like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides, fury and devastation roiling inside him. Mi Rae turned to leave, her steps confident, as if she knew she had left him shattered, just as she always had.

But before she could walk away, a voice broke through the tension.

"Who said he can't leave you?"

Mi Rae stopped in her tracks, surprise flashing across her face as she turned around. There stood Jangfei, her cheeks flushed red, a glass of vodka clutched tightly in her hand. Her steps were wobbly, and it was clear she had mistaken the alcohol for water, but her eyes were blazing with defiance.

Jungkook, still reeling from Mi Rae's words, looked at Jangfei in stunned silence. He hadn't expected her to return, especially not like this. Her presence, her courage, despite everything, sent a ripple of something unrecognizable through him. He stood there, unsure of what to say or do as his fake wife faced off against his ex-lover.

Jangfei's voice, though slurred, carried strength. "Jungkook doesn't need you anymore. He's not the broken boy you think he is," she said, her words direct and fearless, despite the alcohol clearly muddling her thoughts. "So don't assume he'll come crawling back to you."

Mi Rae's expression faltered for the briefest moment before she regained her composure, an icy smile creeping back onto her face. "Well, well... it seems your wife has more spirit than I expected," she mused, her gaze flicking between Jungkook and Jangfei with a hint of amusement.

Jungkook remained silent, his heart pounding in his chest. Jangfei, despite her drunken state, had just stood up for him in a way no one else had before. And in that moment, he wasn't sure what he felt more—a sense of pride or the unfamiliar sting of guilt.

"I have far more guts that this bitch do you wanna see "Jangfei's bold, drunken words slurred into the air as she shot the glass from her hand directly at Kang Mi Rae. The glass shattered against her forehead, leaving everyone momentarily frozen in shock as Mi Rae gasped, blood trickling down her face.

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected this—Jangfei, normally so gentle, had lashed out in a drunken fury. Mi Rae collapsed to the floor, holding her forehead, blood smearing across her fingers. The party halted as the remaining guests hurriedly left, and just then, Mi Rae's husband rushed over, his voice rising in panic.

"What the hell happened? Why is my wife on the floor?" he demanded, kneeling beside her.

Jangfei, completely unbothered, pouted, and mumbled under her breath, "'Cause she's a hoe." Her words were sharp, but her drunken state made them almost comical. Jungkook, despite the seriousness of the situation, couldn't help but chuckle for a brief second before quickly straightening his expression. This is serious, he reminded himself, forcing the smile off his face.

Mi Rae's husband frantically tried to wake her, cradling her in his arms. "Mi Mi, baby! Wake up! Someone call a doctor!" His panicked voice echoed through the now-empty room.

Meanwhile, Jangfei, her world swaying, stumbled backward. Before she could hit the ground, two strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a firm embrace. Jungkook scooped her up effortlessly, holding her bridal style. She blinked, her vision blurry, but her lips curled into a lazy, drunken smile as she rested her head against his chest.

Under the dim lights, Jungkook looked almost otherworldly to her, his jaw tight with tension but still incredibly handsome. She stared up at him, her mind a muddled mess of alcohol and emotions, and whispered, "You're so handsome." Her frown deepened as she remembered how he had hurt her earlier.

"But you're bad... bad, bad man. I hate you," she mumbled, her words barely making sense as they spilled out of her mouth. Jungkook's eyebrow raised at her sudden confession, glancing down at her with curiosity.

"If I'm such a bad, bad man and you hate me, why did you defend me back there, little Fie?" he asked softly, using the nickname he rarely let slip. Her reaction was immediate, her eyes widening in shock at hearing him call her that, but her drunken state didn't let her process it fully.

"Be-because... I'm not you, Mr. Jeon," she whispered, her voice softening as her eyelids fluttered, her body giving in to exhaustion. "I can't stop myself from defending you. I can't stop thinking about you... and I hate that... because of you... and I hate you," she murmured, her words laced with vulnerability as she burrowed deeper into his chest, seeking comfort despite her anger.

Jungkook carried her to the car, her words playing over and over in his mind. He gently laid her down, her head resting in his lap as they settled into the backseat. His heart raced as he stared down at her peaceful face, his thoughts spiraling in confusion.

She hated him. She said it, and yet, she couldn't stop defending him. And the truth he couldn't ignore? He hated the fact that she hated him. That gnawing feeling clawed at him, unsettling him more than he wanted to admit.

Jungkook's hand absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair from her face, his mind tangled in emotions he wasn't ready to face. He didn't want to care. He was supposed to be the devil, ruthless and detached. But here he was, sitting in the dark, questioning everything.

So how was it ?