“You need to meet my parents, Soojung.” He peers at me worryingly, encasing my left cheek with the palm of his warm hand. “You see, knowing that you’ve distracted me so much from my studies, they might arrange for me to enroll into another school overseas; anything is possible.”

With that, I was clearly stunned by the multiple possibilities that could take place with the power of his family. As a commoner myself, all I could think of was the next discounted egg sale, and the simplicity of it was vast in comparison to the hardships Jungkook faced.

It quickly dawned on me that this was a situation that needed to be solved, fast.

“But if anything happens, I have these.” Jungkook shoots a smirk at me as he points at the slight bruises on his bare skin of his collarbone. “It means that I’m all yours, and nobody else gets to touch me.”

"It’s all your fault, Jungkook. Why did you have to lose to another person?” I hit him lightly on the chest, in which he responds with a dark smile. His intent gaze left me paralysed for a second; his arms holding on firmly to my thighs as I straddled his waist.

“I couldn’t help it— I had a wet dream about you before the exam.”

“W-what?” I stared at him incredulously. “What did you say?”

“I was so horny; I even asked Namjoon hyung for his ExpensiveGirl 21+ premium DVD, but I felt nothing.” He confesses. “I was so whipped for you.”

“Stop joking around.” I scolded him. Jungkook then forcibly pulls my body into his chest, his face a few inches apart. “I’m not joking around.” He says softly, the flare in his eyes burning with a tinted flame. “If they reject us, I’ll never see you again....”

“When do I have to see them?”

“Well...” Jungkook’s eyes tilted to the side, as if he’s dreading what he’s going to tell me.

“...Tonight."

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“...Are you nervous?” He puts his hand over mine, holding it tightly. The warmth of his hand immediately provided me with security; his loving gesture soon set my cheeks to a reddened state. Jungkook sees this and a crude smirk rises up his lips. “You are...” His eyes darted up and down my outfit that wrapped tightly around my body. A gulp went down his throat at the sight of my dressed up state—his fingers now trace against the bare skin of my arm intimately, as his intent, dark eyes followed the trail towards the light makeup on my face.

His eyes, now heavy with lust and love, drooped down shyly. Jungkook plays with my fingers; touching me softly like a boyfriend would. The surroundings were bel air— a cold, gentle night with an array of yellow lights illuminating the bay. It was the world of the rich, something I’ve never seen before in such glory. Jungkook’s house was—of course—, a villa with a magnificent gate and interior garden filled with antique ornaments fit for the collector’s guide.

My legs were trembling. The atmosphere had taken away my calm, and I’m now left with a nervous jitter and impaired speech. Taken to note about my nervousness, Jungkook once again takes hold of my body, wrapping his arm around my waist to assure that everything is going to be fine. I nod—and the both of us made our way through the gates with our dressed attire, anticipating the dread that came next.

“Welcome.” the maid greets us with a bow. “they are expecting you two.”

Expecting? More like waiting to whoop our asses, I thought.

And soon my eyes set sight on the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen— Jungkook’s mother. Anyone could tell that she had aged gracefully, the wrinkles crinkling youthfully around her eyes and her makeup done by a professional. Everything about her screamed elegant.

“Darling,” she turns to Jungkook, placing her hand on his cheek, seemingly disinterested in my presence. “Since you’ve been living alone, we have been lonely...”

“Hello, auntie.” I greet with the most graceful smile I could muster. The middle aged lady glances at me; giving me a incredibly half-assed look to acknowledge my existence and turns back her focus to Jungkook.

“What do we have here? It’s my son, and...” The father makes his way down the hall, his eyes shooting darts at me. Jungkook pulls me closer as I froze, and after a moment, managed to introduce myself.

“Dinner is ready.” the maid from earlier informs us.

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“Soojung, what college are you planning to attend?” Jungkook’s mother prompts me with a question.

“Veterinary science....” I replied, and her face morphs into a distasteful look; unapproving of the choice I made.

Since I was feeling so nervous, a hand placed itself from underneath the table and on my thigh, stroking it comfortingly. Jungkook drew circles on my skin, trying to calm me down. Despite that, however, I was still a nervous wreck.

“Please excuse me as I go to the restroom.” I bowed to his parents.

And while I’m gone, Jungkook’s mother immediately turns to him with a dissatisfied expression. “You see, Jungkook...”

“that girl is more than you can achieve, darling— trust me, she’s not the one you want. You need a capable young woman from the Hwang family.” mother persists, consoling me as she rubbed the back of his hand. “The Hwang company’s beautiful Chinese daughter, she’s the one for you.”

“No, that’s not it. You don’t understand at all.” Jungkook’s voice begins to crack from the immense pressure. “I’m in love with her, mother."

“That’s not love. It’s just a high school crush, you need to be serious for your future.” mother states matter-of-factly.

“No, mother. I love her, maybe even more than myself. I’m tied to her, and she’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Mother was about to protest when she heard me coming back. I made my way from across the room to the table, feeling better than before.

“Watch out!”

It was all too sudden— a pain surges through my body as a piping hot cup of tea lands directly on my thigh, scalding it considerably badly. My face twisted in pain at how much the tea had burned my skin, causing it to turn a shade of red.

“Move!” Jungkook shoves the server aside and hoists me up, carrying me in his arms. The pain was excruciating at this point; and cold sweat begun to drip from my forehead, indicating how much I’m suffering. Jungkook takes me and rushes out of the dining room immediately.

“W-where are you taking me?”

“my old room.” He explains, making his way across the corridors and into a huge room; plated with marble tiles and glass pane windows that displayed the enchanting nightscape of the world outside. Jungkook gently puts me down in a bathtub.

“Strip.” he instructed.

“H-huh?” I stared blankly at him. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate before he begins to hug me tightly, unzipping my dress from behind. I wasn’t sure of the situation until I realised that he had pulled down my dress, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.

“Stay still.” he then turns me around, backhugging me as he starts the water. He directs the faucet to my thighs and tummy, relieving the pain I am having; it’s cool and comfortable. Jungkook caresses my scalded spots gently with his hand, washing it with the cold water softly.

“Does it feel better?” He whispers into my ear, and I nod. Somehow— there was awkward tension in the air with how I’m dressed. Jungkook’s eyes try to divert away from the sight from above, but to no avail. He feasts his eyes on my body and touches me intimately, and most cautiously.

It was like second nature at that point. He gently turns my head to his direction, placing his lips onto mine... And I melted. His lips— accompanied with his warm breath, sent electric signals down my spine and the sensational tingles as he kisses me ever so lovingly; it killed my soul from within. Jungkook kisses me so very passionately, resembling the effects of a drug taking you further into an euphoric madness.

“Soojung....” I felt wetness on the side of my face, and noticed that there were tears streaming down his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me...”