< my body is aching...😔 ]

[ It's because of last night, that's normal. I'll cuddle you once I'm home, all right?❤ >

< yeah...❤ ]

I exhale sharply but get my phone on the seat next to me. I knew this would happen, but maybe she's acting like that because of what we did. I cannot even imagine how worse this will be once I'll take her virginity, she will be twice more in love, twice more attached.

No matter how I feel inside, I put my seat belt on and start the car.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I sigh out of pain, wanting Jungkook close to me after all the rush of emotions I felt last night, which magnified my feelings. I toy with his pillow, lying down on my flat but remembering his touch on my body. I've never felt so good in my life, this was so intense in sensations that no words would be enough to describe them. It was heaven, maybe even better. I was lightheaded and could barely realize what was happening to my body and brain, I just loved it and my stomach is still full of butterflies.

The ringtone of my phone makes me grab it joyfully, hoping for Jungkook to tell me something good.

< Hey, do u wanna go out?💕 ]

I smile at the sight of this cute boy, who always texts me, and I answer him, even if my happiness didn't blow up as much as it would have if it was from Jungkook.

[ Where? >

< idk. Cinema then Burger king? ]

[ which movie do you want to watch? Is there something interesting? >

< Terminator!!!🙆‍♂️ ]

[ ok😅 I'm getting ready and I'll tell you once I'm on the bus to your house >

< ok🥰 ]

I drop my phone on the bed and get out of it, not covering my naked body since no one is here. The good thing about this outing with Minjae is that I will have fun and not feel lonely and sad here.

•••

7:20 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Good morning, Jungkook!" Heeyoung runs through the hallways to catch me before I could enter my office. I keep the handle in my grip but look at her, "Good morning."

"How are you?" she beams at me, holding some files against her chest. "I'm fine, and you?" I smile. "I'm fine too, but I wanted to ask you something. I couldn't do it yesterday because you left quite fast but...would you like to go out for a drink tomorrow?"

"Uhm...I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be free..." I refuse it, willing to stay with y/n all day long. "But you're always free on Sundays..." her mood changes now that she doesn't get what she wants, so I turn towards her and find a good excuse. "I just need some time to work and relax a little, I've been feeling exhausted with the project lately."

Her eyes land on my neck, their attention remaining on the left side of it. The awkward moment ends once she glances up at me. "Do you have someone...?"

"What?" my heart stops for a long second, her question catching me off guard. "You met someone, is that the reason why you prefer to stay home these days?" she figures out the reason why I always tell a lie, making me realize that I've been acting different since y/n is close to me. "You have a hickey...you can't tell me otherwise..."

Crap. I rush my hand towards this spot she stared at to rub it, anxiously. "This is my privacy, Heeyoung. I'm sorry," my nervousness unhinges me, and I open the door of my office to walk in and not face her anymore. I didn't even see my hickey, I'm scared to death. If Mister Kim sees it, he will know that something is up since I stay with his daughter once I leave my work.

Goddamit. I don't know what to do.

I drop my bag on the desk but lose my mind, feeling crushed by many thoughts and fears. I've never had to deal with such an issue, this situation is killing me and even worse now that I was intimate with y/n.

I run my fingers through my hair to pull them back, but slide my hand to my mouth to cover it without knowing what I'm doing. I rub my hands over my face but get onto my chair, I need a moment.

•••

8 am.

I take a deep breath in but decide to walk out of my office after cogitating, I head towards my boss' office without thinking twice and knock on his door.

"Come in!" he allows me to enter the room, I do it with my wobbling legs and feel my heart come to a stop once I face him. "Good morning, Jungkook," he greets me with a smile. "What brings you here?"

I gulp down, the dryness in my throat becoming more serious as the seconds are passing, and the beating of my heart punching me hard. I close the door behind me but feel the rush of fright overrun me, almost destroying me. "I...Mister Kim...I need to talk to you."

"Yeah...about what?" he frowns and takes his glasses off, discerning the earnestness of the situation. I stare at him, my eyes switching from his right to left one without stopping. I breathe hard, feeling like everything is about to tumble down around me. "What's wrong, Jungkook?"

I go down on my knees to already apologize, lay my hand on my lap, and gaze down, my tears already flooding my eyes. "I...I'm in love your daughter...a lot..." my fingers grip on my clothing, the sound of my heartbeat reverberating through my entire body.

A chortle coming from him raises my eyes up. "You're joking, right?" his gaze turns darker, the smile upon his face only expressing fakeness. I press my lips together but stare at him into the eyes to show my seriousness. "I'm not joking, Mister Kim..." my fright hastens the beating of my heart. "She makes me feel good...happy...I cannot stop thinking about her and needing her close...everything happened when we spent the whole week together...her personality, her behavior, how respectful and understanding she is, and all those little things got me attached to her, and now I cannot—"

"Stop yourself right away," he doesn't glance away, lifting his hand up to gesture me to keep quiet. He chuckles but passes his fingers over his lips. "Are you telling me that a grown-ass man of thirty-two, soon thirty-three years old, is in love with a fucking kid of nineteen? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

No words leave me anymore, the pain defeating me. I knew this would happen like that, I knew he would never accept it. He stands up from his seat to walk around his desk and reach me, "Get up," the hand that he doesn't keep in his pocket clenches into a fist.

I do as told but do not face him, the tears roll down my cheeks as I can feel like he's going to take y/n away from me and never allow me to see her again. The only time I cried for someone was when my ex-wife asked for a divorce, that was the only time that I felt so broken I couldn't choke my sobs back.

He steps before me, and his hand grabs the collar of my dress shirt to pull it to the side. He catches sight of the hickey I haven't hidden, but he exhales sharply. "Did you touch her?"

I interlace my hands behind my back. "I never touched her inappropriately, Mi—" his hand crashing into my cheek brutally makes my body step back. I touch the hot spot without even realizing but raise my eyes up to him out of shock. "I trusted you, Jungkook. I thought you were a good man. Where does this fucking hickey come from if you didn't touch her inappropriately?!" he yells at me, behaving like he never did before.

"I never do it with perverted intentions, Mister Kim...I swear I only hug her, kiss her, and do those things because I love her..." I try to explain to him, the lump in my throat hurting me. I bring my hand down, but his eyes throw real hatred and disgust at me. "Why do you have a fucking hickey on your neck? Is it from her? Did you let her do that?!"

"I didn't take her virginity, I swear we both wanted to—" his strong grip grabs my dress shirt to propel my body in the wall behind me. Everything is magnified, the pain, the stress, the fright. I go down on my knees and cry without holding it in anymore. "Please...Mister Kim...you're the only one that could understand and know I'm sincere, I'm in love with your daughter..."

"Stop saying that!" he shouts. "You are not in love with her, you cannot be. You are just a disgusting pervert, who is attracted to a young girl, the most disgusting guy I've ever met in my life. You did not only betray me, you dared to keep that to yourself and hide it from me, you pretended to see her as a fucking daughter only to have her in your house again and then tell me you just want to thank her for what she brought to you. She has feelings for you, but as a man, you know you shouldn't let anything happen! You should not touch her! Do anything sexual with her! If really you didn't touch her with inappropriate intentions, if you were in love with her and not just attracted to the young girl that she is, you would have waited before doing anything sexual, you would have waited for my consent, but you didn't."

I sob and let my tears drip down on the floor, his words tearing me apart and destroying me from the inside.

"You're fired, I do not ever want to see you again," he steps away to retrieve his seat, but I jerk up. "No, Mister Kim...I'm begging you, do not do this. If I lose this job, I lose everything, I won't have the money to pay my bills—"

"I do not give a damn about your life," he sits down and looks at me with loathing. "You should have thought about that before disrespecting me."

"I haven't disrespected you, Mister Kim," I choke up on my words, seeing all my life shatter into pieces. "That's why I came up to you and told you the truth because I was scared of your reaction. I didn't want you to consider me as a bad man because I knew you trusted me, I wanted to be honest with you. I'm not a pervert, if she was still seventeen I would never have let anything happen, I would have put a stop right when she would have started to hug me, I wouldn't have felt the same way because I would have been unable to have feelings for a minor, I'm not disgusting—"

"You get out of my room, of my building, right now," he stares deep into my eyes. "You are fired. You are not any better than Jinhyuk, you're the same type of horrible person, so you leave my building and never come back here."

"Mister Kim, please, I'll do any—"

"Get out!" he taps his fist on the desk after hurling the words out of his mouth.

I cry my eyes out but leave the office, I open the door to get out but fall upon the other employees standing there. I look down and close the door to head to my office.

I head up to my desk but collapse on my chair. "Jungkook...?" a woman walks into my room, but I don't look at her. I pack up and take all the stuff I have in this room. I want to die, I feel horrible, disgusting, and hurt like never before.

"Jungk—"

"Leave me alone!" I shout at her without willing to, feeling too distressed and pained to even feel any empathy. I close my bag and take my jacket, my keys, and walk out of this room I used to occupy for so many days and months.

I pass by all the employees and go down the stairs to leave this building I'll never enter again in my life, never see as my workplace anymore. I wipe my tears away but reach my car, I unlock the doors with my shaking hand and get into the vehicle to drop all my stuff by my side and cry all my emotions out.

Am I really just a pervert? A sick guy? Maybe I shouldn't have let my desire take over me last night, but she's soon twenty, she's not a kid anymore. I would never do anything wrong to her, I would never act like a pervert towards her because I know what I shouldn't do. I just fell in love with the person she is...why is it so wrong?

•••

10 am.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"So, did you like the movie?" Minjae steps out of the cinema with me as I can feel my lower abdomen hurting me while he's still eating the popcorn he bought in big amounts. "Yeah, that was great. What about you?" I smile at him, asking this question even though I had this boy next to me and heard him overreacting to every action scenes, or cackling each time there was a joke. "That was amazing, awesome, I have no words."

I chuckle at this cute reaction but check what time it is. I smile while thinking about Jungkook and send him a text.

[ Have you drunk your hot chocolate of the day?😁❤ >

I lock my phone once its sent since I know he might be busy. "Do you prefer Burger King or Subway?" Minjae stops himself in his way, making us look at the two fast-food restaurants. "Uhm...honestly, with all the snacks you bought, and that we ate, I'm not hungry anymore."

"Same," he giggles but shoves some more popcorn in his mouth. "What do we do then? Do you want to go to my house and play video games?"

"Why not shopping?" I propose another idea, but he nods without any hesitation, and we both walk towards the mall just nearby. "If you still want some popcorn, you can eat as well," he comes closer to me and moves the bucket towards me, but I shake my head. "No thanks, I'm already full."

"Wow, what a little stomach you have," he raises his eyebrows but smiles at me. "No. You just have a giant stomach, that's different."

"Hey...that's mean..." he curls his lips down to show a sad expression, but I punch his arm. "Stop it. You're ugly like this"

"Ya!" he pushes me away and makes me laugh without caring. "Why are you mean like that?"

"You're the one always judging me and mocking me by text, so I take my revenge," I stay away from him and continue my way to the doors of the mall, but he reduces the distance between us again. "I just like to annoy you."

"I know that," I grin, aware of fact that he's just a little brat. We both enter the mall after a few steps, however, the boy next to me stops and lifts the bucket of popcorn up. I frown at him but see him slide all the rest of his food in his big mouth to then walk up to a bin and throw the empty container out.

Once he comes back to me, I can only burst into laughter at the sight of his cheeks filled with popcorn. He looks up at me as he heard my voice, but he covers his mouth to finish everything. He's really unbelievable, jeez.

"Are you done chewing?" I cross my arms over my chest, watching him swallow and lick his plump lips. "Yep. We can go," he nods and leads the way. "Oh!" he grabs my hand and pulls on it to bring me close to him. "Can you buy me an ice cream like this?" he points his finger at a restaurant board and lays his eyes on me, but I glance at this boy. "Are you serious right now?"

He giggles at me but keeps going. "I'm joking, I'll take it once we'll leave," he doesn't even say he will not eat anymore for a few hours when he just finished his third snack. I'm pretty sure he's the type of human who can eat without gaining weight, I hate him.

His hand doesn't let go of mine, making me feel like I should do it myself since I have a boyfriend. I do it in a kind manner to not make him feel like I'm rejecting him, but I quickly find a way to let this go smoothly. "Are you sure you don't want the ice cream?" I touch my shoulder bag to act like I'm about to take my wallet out.

"Yes, I'll wait," he smiles, tenderly. "Okay," I don't insist but follow him through the crowd of people that always invade every mall on Saturdays.

"Your clothes are cute today...where did you buy them?" he tucks his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, peeking at my skirt and crop top that looks cute, but not sexy. "Do you want the same ones?" I tease him, but he chuckles. "I like this style on you. I don't know if you know that thing, but you have a baby girl style. You know, the daddy and little girl thing, it looks like that type of style."

"That is the best compliment ever for me," I say with no shame and get him to beam even more. "It makes me feel like I picked my clothes perfectly."

The feeling of my phone vibrating in my hand makes me check the notification I received instantly.

< Y/n, you leave the house of this fucking pervert, you go back home and you do not ever go back to him. No matter what this guy told you, do not believe him, he's just sick in his damn head ]