A/N: Chapter 15 of Stckme is out, and it has detailed mature content. Find the link in bio to read it.

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Two things came to Jungkook's realization before he opened his eyes. One, he was alone in the bed, sprawled across it with just enough space left for Moe, the cat, if he had forgiven him for being locked out last night. And two, it was way past dawn, as the glaring sun was hitting his face through the bedroom window because he forgot to shut the blinds last night. Not that anyone could blame him, considering how focused he had been on the woman who'd rocked his world. The woman who was now gone.

He scooted closer to the side of the bed, rolling onto his side to look at the now-empty space Y/N had curled up next to him after a second round in the shower, then succumbing with him to sleep. The silence within the large apartment was deafening, further confirming that she wasn't within any of the other rooms.

He hoped she'd left a note with at least her phone number—though they hadn't exchanged numbers yet—and checked both nightstands to come up empty. After a quick stop in the bathroom, he went to the living room, kitchen, and foyer—the places that made sense for him to find anything from her—but there was nothing.

Crap.

He got it—really, he did. She was only in Busan for a few weeks and probably had a ton of things to do before going back to Seoul. That didn't help him feel any better. For the first time in years, he was crushed over a woman. It had happened once before, but that time had been worse than this—his heart had been heavily invested then, only to get shot down.

At least now, it had been only a couple of hours with Y/N—yet those were the few best hours he could ever remember spending with a woman. Some good, some great ones over the years as the years slid out his door after some great sexual gymnastics, while others hung around much longer than they'd been welcome. But never once had he been so disappointed the morning after. He hated to admit it, but his heart was in a vise knowing that she was gone without any way to get in touch with her.

He flopped onto the couch, dropping his head back into the cushion with a sigh. Y/N had it all: beauty, intellect, sensuality, a sense of humor, a great personality, and a good ear. She had listened as much as she talked the previous night in the bar, and he'd been looking forward to having more discussions with her over the coming weeks before taking her back into his bed.Jungkook leaned forward as Moe hopped onto the couch beside him, opened that laptop that was on the coffee table, and started to browse around for Y/N on social media and other sites; he did that for ten to fifteen minutes with no such luck. Well, he got somewhere around dozens of ladies whose last name is Y/N, or even their first names are like Yun, but none of them turned out to be his Y/N. He also checked the most recent obituaries in the local paper for anybody whose surname was Yun, hoping it was also his aunt's surname; however, the only person who came up had been John Yun.

Just as Jungkook's phone pinged with a message from one of his tenants saying she was locked out of her apartment, he realized he had to stop his searching for Y/N online. It seemed the only way he'd see her again was if she came back to J' GRILL. If she did, he'd be ready and waiting for her. For now, he had to focus on his work.

Y/N was lying in the spare bedroom, staring at the dark ceiling for the second morning in a row. It was past five a.m., and she had been awake since around an hour earlier. She just could not get Jungkook out of her head; Jungkook, who had shaken her world up again last night. The sex had been way more amazing than what she had ever imagined that it would be, and then she loathed him for never doing it again.

Damn it. Why did it have to be Jungkook, someone who ruined her for any other man? Of all the million men in the world, it had to be him.

She'd burrowed into his side when that first mind-blowing round of sex had finally ended, knowing full well that she needed to get up and get dressed and leave. But like he'd been all those years ago, before he pulled that really cruel joke, he'd been sweet and caring. She wished that were erased from her memory because she could easily fall for the man he seemed to be today.

Nope. Ain't going to happen. You had your fill, and you'll never see him again. Get over it.

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a/n: Don't complain now that it's a short chapter; I wouldn't listen to all of you.