Curiously peeking at him, I recognize a familiar voice as he opens the door. "Hey, finally—"

"Jaemin? What are you doing here?" Jungkook exclaims with some astonishment. I bite my lips and hurry to hide. "Broo...I came here last night, but you never opened the door, you motherfucker. So, here I am! You're the one who called two days ago to talk about your 'girl'-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he quickly interrupts him. Jaemin sounds drunk. "I don't got time for you today, so leave."

"Uh? And why is that, bitch?" Jaemin does not take the hint, his slow speech confirming his intoxication. "Because I said so."

"What the hell is wrong with you? You never sent me packing like that," he does not understand his behavior, suspecting something for sure.

"I'm busy," Jungkook replies, not able to remain calm in this situation. "Busy? Yeah, sure. Given the boner you got, you must be very busy," he slurs his words, noticing what cannot be hidden. "Yeah, exactly, so shut up. Call an Uber and go home."

"Yo," Jaemin refuses to go away, preventing Jungkook from shutting the door. "Are you with some girl?"

"No, I'm not," he lies to him. "You're not playing with y/n, right? 'Cause you better not if you don't want me to beat the shit outta you."

"Are you serious?" a sigh runs out of his mouth. "I told you, I'm alone. If I have a boner, it's just because I was watching porn."

"You told me the other day that you don't watch that anymore," Jaemin challenges him, and Jungkook responds with no hesitation. "I just said that because I didn't want you to ask me to watch it together."

"Oh. You're an asshole," my best friend answers the way I would expect him to. He never keeps his thoughts to himself. "Yes, I am. So go away."

"Seriously, Jungkook. What the hell is wrong with you? You didn't even open the door last night when I'm pretty sure you were awake," he doesn't give up. "Nothing's wrong. I was asleep last night; I couldn't hear you."

"Brother. You're so bad at lying, it's sad," he notices, still able to see through his body language. "Listen. I was with y/n last night, so I didn't want to come and open the door. Alright?"

"Wait. You-" he hits Jungkook, a breathy laugh leaving him. "You fucked my girl?"

"Don't you dare call her that," he becomes seriously upset, the tone of his voice switching. "Nah. I call her what I want. I had her before you even knew her," he laughs, and my heart starts to race.

"Bro, I'm not fucking joking. You shut up before I lose my mind," he hits him in the chest, making him stumble backwards. I feel the urge to intervene as the tension is escalating between them.

"Fuck off, I had sex with her some time ago. Get over it-"

"You what?" Jungkook's voice lowers. "I had the best sex with her. You deaf or something?" he reveals what we swore not to ever talk about again. I feel a surge of anger and betrayal fill me.

For a moment, everything goes silent.

Jungkook pauses and turns around. His eyes darken in realization as he sees the hurt in my expression. "Is that true?"

Nervously, I hold my hands together, fearing he could not understand. "It happened years ago."

Jungkook doesn't respond, his silence cutting through me like a knife.

"So she's indeed here-"

"Shut your fucking mouth up, asshole. Get the fuck out of here and don't even think about coming back," he slams the door in his face and looks at me. His eyes are filled with anger and hurt.

"Get your ass on the fucking couch," he commands. "It happened three years ago-"

"I said, get your ass on the fucking couch," he interrupts, his voice rising in anger. I sit down, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion.

"Why did you keep that to yourself?" he demands. "We both swore to each other that we'd never bring it up again but forget what happened. I didn't want to talk about this."

"Did this happen just once or a lot of times?" he asks, not taking his eyes off of me. "I...A few times," I do not specify, knowing this would only make it even worse.

"A few times," he scoffs and tongues his inner cheek. He is losing his temper the more I answer him. "This fucking asshole never told me anything. I thought you were just best friends!"

"It doesn't matter anymore, Jungkook. It happened three years ago, and never happened again," I attempt to reassure him, feeling like his jealousy is worsening his bitterness. "It doesn't matter? Are you fucking kidding me? How am I supposed to accept the fact my best friend fucked my girl, who's also his best friend? I don't care if that happened years ago, that pisses me the fuck off."

"Love wasn't involved, and I'm with you now. Nothing's gonna happen, I promise. I'm in love with you," I declare, hoping for him to calm down.

"So what were you if you didn't love each other? Did you just play with him?" he misunderstands, so I hurry to clear this up. "No, I'm not like that. We both agreed on something. We both didn't want anything serious, and...we both just found benefits in that situation."

"Benefits? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And how am I supposed to trust you now that I know you had this type of relationship?" he assumes way too much, refusing to listen and understand. "Back then, I didn't mind. But after that, I stopped having that type of relationship. I swear."

"And why is that? What made you change your mind? Uh?" he questions me, sounding so doubtful and insecure. "Because I realized I didn't like it."

"Then what were the benefits if you didn't like it?" he does not get it. "It...I just...Something happened with a guy before him, and I...I thought it would help," I struggle to make eye contact, feeling discomfort from discussing this sensitive topic.

"Just tell me, y/n. If you're not straightforward and clear enough, I'm gonna assume so much stuff," he asks for me to open up. "I'm your man. I want you to tell me everything, especially in this case. You can't be vague."

I can see the concern in his eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration. I glance down, my hands fidgeting. "After my first time with...with the wrong guy, I realized it was hard for me to have sex. It would cause me a lot, lot of horrible pain because my body...just didn't want to anymore. I didn't want to have to deal with that for the rest of my life, so I accepted when Jaemin talked about being friends with benefits because I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't be a jerk. I knew it would help me not struggle with that anymore. That's why it happened."

"Did he ask you to do it because he knew about that guy?" he calms down, now listening. "Yes, and no. He also needed it."

"Needed it?" he cannot believe what he is hearing. "He was a virgin. He wanted to experience it with me because I was the only one who made him feel safe and comfortable."

"A virgin? Three years ago? He fucked a girl back in high school and bragged about it to me, what the fu-" he huffs and clenches his jaw, letting me know something I was not even aware of. "No, he must have lied to you. He told me he was a virgin. He knew I got used and manipulated just right before that happened, he wouldn't do that to me."

"Y/n. I'm as mad as you are about this, but he wasn't a virgin anymore three years ago. He lost his virginity at sixteen. I saw him and that girl make out multiple times back in school. He's a fucking liar who manipulated you like a fucking asshole just to take advantage of you."

As some tears grow in my eyes, I shake my head and refuse to believe such a horrendous thing.

"No...Maybe I remember wrong. Maybe he didn't tell me that, and I just assumed..." I tear up. The thought of him being so disgusting and manipulative breaks my heart. I can't bear the idea that he might have been lying to me this whole time.

None of us speaking anymore, he comes up to me and sits down. He slides one hand between my arms to reach for my hand. He intertwines our fingers and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand as I cry.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you," he apologizes. I wipe my tears away and lean into him for a hug. "No. I'm sorry for not telling you."

He takes me in his arms and drops a kiss on my forehead. "It's okay. He'll regret it."

- Three days later -

March 15th, 2024.

12 pm.

"Hey, Loona," the irritating girls' voices echo through the restroom, all of them facing the mirror to fix their makeup while I'm hiding in a cubicle. "What?"

"Have you seen the boner Mister Jeon got during my presentation?" she speaks with no shame at all. "I saw it when he stood up, girl! That made me so jealous! And, his dick looks so fucking big, I can't stop thinking about it."

"I'll end up in his bed soon, mark my words. I gave him a boner. There's not much to do to get him to give in," her stupidity gets me to chuckle.

If only she knew that he got hard from the rubbing I gave him with my foot the whole time. He barely put his eyes on her; instead, he was just smiling and peeking at me.

Those girls will never be smart.

"There's just one thing I can't stand, though," her annoying, high-pitched voice resounds again. "What is it?"

"That slut called y/n. I swear," my name gets mentioned one more time, always to be insulted. "Have you seen how slutty she acts since Mister Jeon defended her? I'm pretty sure the looks he gives her are only to lead her on 'cause there's no way this fat bitch would even catch his eye."

I decide to leave the cubicle and intrude into their personal space, catching them off guard as they believed they were alone in here. They glare at me through the mirror as I make my way to the sinks to wash my hands.

"He wants me. I see it in his eyes when he-" her sentence gets interrupted by my uncontrollable laughter. I couldn't keep it in. "Eh. Excuse me," she stops her unnecessary actions to throw a threatening glance at me. "What's funny?"

"Nothing..." I shake my head, doing my best to not laugh anymore, but she doesn't leave me alone. "What? Do you find it funny that a girl like you would never stand a chance?"

"Sure," I pretend to agree with her and nod before walking out of this room. I step out after hearing a "bitch" run out of her mouth, and I walk to the cafeteria where everyone is at this hour.

As soon as I enter it, Jungkook comes out from nowhere and walks by my side as if he had been waiting for me to pass by the door. I look up at him and giggle. "Aren't you a bit too obvious?"

"Obvious? Never," he shakes his head and checks on the people around us, keeping a straight face on. "Yes, sure," I act the same way and head towards the food display with him. "You should have heard the conversation that went on between the two desperate girls in the restroom a few seconds ago..."

"Tell me," he doesn't make any eye contact but looks for the food he's going to eat. "Not in here; I'll tell you once we're alone."

"I planned to eat with you in my office anyway," he shrugs and grabs a yogurt and apple as I stare at him with disbelief. "I'm not eating in your office. People will notice something is up if we're the only ones absent."

"I don't care," he remains stubborn. He doesn't even do anything discreetly. "I don't care either, so-"

"Y/n!" a familiar voice catches my attention, my head turning at the sound of my name yelled through the large room. I glance at the man I know well and smile at him. "Oh, Yohan. How are you?"

"I'm fine, and you?" he grins at me, his dimples showing deeply on his cheeks. "Same, just a bit tired with the work I have to do, but I'm okay," I remain positive and pick the food I want to eat. Some rice and meat, with a carton of milk.

"Ah, I feel you. I'm exhausted as well lately. I barely have time to fully rest," he sighs, sharing the same emotions. We both struggle to keep up with all the work we have since we started a new project. "How are your sketches going, though?" I attempt to move away from Jungkook and create some distance between us, but he continues to follow me closely.

"Very well. Honestly, I enjoy doing it," he walks along my step to head to a table, drifting me away from our boss, who should keep his distance. As I sit down next to Yohan, I take a peek at Jungkook but see his eyes shooting lasers at me from the table where the other bosses are.

I know he's jealous and possessive, but I need to stay away from him when we work. I would not want our relationship to cause any trouble to any of us.

"You've been spending more time with our boss recently," Yohan brings my mind away from the man I can never stop thinking about, breaking eye contact with him. "I don't think so, not really."

"Y/n," his soft giggles tickle my ears as he comes closer to me. He heaves one hand up to my face and whispers to me. "Is something going on between you two?" his eyes slightly close as he couldn't restrain his grin.

My face blushes to betray me, but I pretend not to know what he's talking about. "Uh? No. Nothing happened. It's our boss..." my lies plow through my mouth. "And? Just because it's our boss doesn't mean you can't date him secretly."

"Come on, don't be stupid," I hit his arm without meaning to hurt him, and he giggles with some food in his mouth. "You're getting upset. That's a sign that you're lying," he states the truth, frustrating me even more. "Nothing's going on, okay?"

"Okay, Miss Han. If you say so," he agrees with me to make me happy, leaving me alone with this. I can finally enjoy my meal.

"Don't you think he was better with his long hair, though? I find his new haircut disappointing," he opines himself on his physical appearance as if he had paid a lot of attention to it.

I don't dare answer right away, thinking the same but not wanting to speak behind my boyfriend's back. I raise my eyes up very briefly to take a look at him but fall right into his deep stare.

Out of nervousness, I quickly glance down at my dish. "I think so too, but I'm slowly getting used to this new haircut, and I love the blond ends. It makes him hot too."

"Oh, hot? Uh?" he nudges me with his elbow to tease me, making me smile. "That's the truth."

"You're right, but I'm not into men, so I'm not gonna use the same words," he answers with his own words. "And honestly, I find his face a bit more manly when they're-"

"I think you dropped this, Miss Han," Jungkook appears before me, his hand dropping a piece of unknown jewelry in front of my dish. I frown at it and gaze up at him.

What is he doing?