"If I were at your place, I would have been proud rather than bringing my daughter's self esteem down." A deep voice rang in the empty hallway, making both of them snap their heads into that direction.

Jungkook walked through the hallway, with silent confidence, his eyes radiating the pride that he had for Y/n.

Reaching in front of Aurora, he smirked knowing exactly agitated she might feel after her own daughter made her lose.

"Jeon Jungkook." Aurora's tone almost felt like a venom as she spitted words out of her mouth. Her fingers were rounded in a fist as she controlled her anger. Jungkook on the other hand wasn't very happy with her presence as well. The fact that she was the one responsible for Y/n's panic attack wanted him to strangle her. He wondered what kind of mother she was to put her own daughter through such a misery even after knowing how sensitive Y/n was towards certain topics and how easily her mother's words could affect her.

"Why are you here now? To rub your victory on my face?" Aurora's tone was nothing but full of rage, fury and immense hate for him.

"Ms Aurora." He smirked. "I don't need to speak for myself. Everyone here already knows who is victorious and how." His gaze fell on Y/n who was glancing between him and her mother nervously. "I am here just to let you know, that your daughter has the ability to be a brilliant business woman and if I were at your place and my daughter pitched against my company, I would still be proud to see how she's shining. But I don't feel it is the same case with you, is it?"

Aurora's nails dug inside her palm as she tried to control her anger and not do something that might spoil her image. "I have never seen an opportunistic person like you, Jeon. You used my daughter against me to make me a clown for everyone to laugh at?"

"Here's where you are wrong, Ms Kim. I did not use Y/n. I have rather shown you what you missed because of your disbelief in your own daughter. You had the best candidate in the room to represent you. But you rather chose to believe in someone else than your daughter."

"Do you think I need to learn from you , Jeon? Just because you got a few deals over me, I don't need you to tutor me on whom I should choose for what. She's still inexperienced. This deal might have been a fluke, but it doesn't help everytime and soon you and she both will understand this. Don't try to teach me. My experience in business is more than your age, so keep your smartness for someone else."

Jungkook shook his head with the pity he felt for Aurora. Either she was too self absorbed to consider anyone in the room better than her or she was too delusional to think Y/n had won by a fluke. His eyes fell on Y/n who felt sorrow in her eyes. No, Y/n did not win by fluke. She deserved every appreciation, every credit that she got today.

"I really wished I could make you understand what I wanted to say. But I have realised just now that knowing a person's capabilities comes with sharp observation and an open mind to accept someone better than them. And some people don't possess that quality even if they have decades of experience." He said with a mocking smile. Each of his words were like a rub of salt on her wounds, burning her even more.

"Use your sass on someone else, Jeon. I am not one of those people to get embarrassed by your words." Aurora moved closer to him, and Y/n could feel the rising tension in the room. "You can manipulate my daughter, not me. You are nothing but a manwh-"

She stopped when Y/n suddenly stepped between her and Jungkook as Aurora was just a step away from him. Jungkook's eyes shined with pleasure as Y/n spoke. "I already told you, he's nothing like that. Please stop accusing him. And he did not manipulate me into anything, it was my decision to come here and represent him." Her voice was soft and gentle but the pain behind them could be heard very easily. "And it's true what he said, you should have been the one who gave me confidence, rather you are the one who discouraged me and made me believe that I am good for nothing."

Aurora was shocked and angered at the same time. Y/n barely spoke against her. All these years, she did whatever her mother said without any questions but today she had the guts to question her which did not go too well with Kim Aurora.

"It isn't that I don't trust you, Y/n." Aurora spoke with seethed anger. "But I knew having you represent my company wouldn't do good for me. I did not want you to make a fool of yourself when everyone here in the room was much experienced than you."

"Really?" Y/n scoffed in disbelief. "You did not want me to make a fool of myself when just a minute ago you said that I won by fluke. You can't trust me, right? You know what? It isn't about how inexperienced I was, it was that you lost to someone whom you didn't even consider to stand on the same stage as you. And now that I won, rather than accepting that yes I can do better, you are making a fun of me saying that I won by fluke. Rather than giving me confidence and making me belive in myself, you left me crying in the hallway when I got my panic attack. I am really sorry but you were too selfish and self cen-"

"Y/N!" Y/n's words were cut off mid sentence when her mother raised her hand in her direction. Y/n closed her eyes to feel the stinging effect in her cheek but that never came.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Jungkook holding her mother's wrist. His jaw was clenched and his eyes had turned red with anger.

"Don't you dare raise your hand on her." He said through his clenched teeth. "And don't try to justify your actions by saying that you can do anything with your daughter, because no you can not. You can not touch her in any way in my presence to harm her and I don't give two fucks to the fact that you are her mother. In front of me, nobody harms her." This was the par at which she had seen Jeon Jungkook angry. He had never been this furious and angry with anyone else before.

Aurora's gaze fell to Y/n, "Remember Y/n, he will be the first person to deceive you and stab you and you Jeon." She said with her furious gaze, "You have challenged a wrong person. If you think you can use my daughter against me you're wrong. And remember when I say this, I am going to make sure that you are ruined."

Jungkook smirked, his eyes blazing a competitive confidence. "I will be waiting for that. Make sure you don't disappoint me."

Without waiting for another word, he grabbed Y/n's wrist and moved from the hallway. He could feel her tremble beneath his touch when he stopped at a distance on the floor.

"Are you fine?" He asked gently, his hands grabbing her shoulder to look at her.

She nodded her head and shook beneath his pressure on her skin as she tried not to let another cry engulf her.

"It's okay if you want to cry, Y/n. There's no one here."

She shook her head and pursed her dry lips, "I don't want you to think I am weak."

Without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms, covering her with his jacket as a silent sob passed through her. She relaxed into his arms as he stroked her hair.

"Crying doesn't make you weak, Cupcake. And just because you are soft and gentle doesn't mean you are weak. Anyone can shout to show that they're strong but it takes guts to show confidence and make an impact without yelling."

He stroked her hair, until she calmed down in his embrace. When he felt her breathing normal, she distanced herself from him. Her eyes were puffy and nose red and he hated to admit it but she did look absolutely adorable.

"I am sorry about what Mom said about you."

"Don't worry." He said wiping a lone tear from her eyes. "I have heard worse."

"I-" As she started saying her next sentence, her stomach grumbled, making her close her eyes in embarrassment.

Jungkook pursed his lips to not let a smile break on his face. "I think we should feed ourselves before we call it a day." He intertwined his fingers with hers, and she didn't reject his touch this time as he led her into the elevator.

As steel doors slid open, they walked out of the elevator to the main lobby that led to the streets of Bangkok. When she'd arrived, she'd seen lesser people, but as soon as Jungkook pushed open the door for her, her senses were assaulted with the loud, anxiety-inducing sounds of the city and the heavy foot traffic on the sidewalk as people hustled to their Friday evening destinations.

It was just one of the reactions of her body post panic attack. She liked the working environment but the feeling of being pressed between so many unknown people suffocated her.

She tried not to panic as Jungkook placed his hand at the small of her back to ease her into the overwhelming flow of bodies and to keep her close so they didn't get separated, which she appreciated. Between the crowd of people and the towering buildings looming all around her, she felt confined and boxed in. Her heart started to race in anxiety, and in an attempt to keep calm, she inhaled a deep breath-and coughed repeatedly at the polluted air that filled her lungs. Ugh.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked in concern, while he seemed totally at ease with the fast-paced and incredibly noisy city life. He was completely in his element.

All she could manage was a jerky nod, and he frowned at her as they stopped at a red signal.

The light turned green, and they walked with the rest of the pedestrians through the designated crosswalk. A young kid on a bike flew by them, then swerved out into traffic to avoid running into a woman in a business suit. A car laid on the horn as it drove by, fraying her nerves to the breaking point.

She flinched, and without thinking, she clutched onto Jungkook's arm with both of hers, one hand clamping tight around his bicep and the other around his forearm as she clung to him, certain she looked like a frightened child. As if he sensed something was majorly wrong, he anchored her closer to his side and pulled her into the corner of the block, which was comparatively silent.

She gulped in a breath, feeling as if she might die of asphyxiation.

"Jesus Christ, Cupcake. You're not okay," he said, his voice gruff as he framed her face in his hands, his brows furrowed in worry. "You're shaking and on the verge of hyperventilating."

On top of everything else, she felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment that he had to see her like this. He had already dealt with her panic-y side enough for today already. "It's just one of the post panic attack triggers." she wheezed out. "I get uncomfortable around unknown people. I just feel trapped.." She was starting to pant, which only increased her light-headedness and her panic. "Everything feels like it's closing in on me."

He immediately pulled her against his chest, and she went willingly. Wrapping one arm securely around her waist to hold her tight against his body, he pushed his other hand through her hair until his fingers were curved around the back of her head, which he guided down to his chest with her face turned away from the congested street. She desperately gripped his shirt like a lifeline.

"Close your eyes and concentrate on slow, deep breaths," he ordered huskily. "Just relax. I've got you, Cupcake, and you're going to be fine."

She swallowed hard and concentrated on each inhale and exhale while he stroked his big hand up and down her back and gently massaged her skull with his fingers. Her cheek was pressed against his strong, warm, solid chest and she couldn't remember ever feeling so safe and protected.

She burrowed closer, stealing a few more moments with him. With her heart rate and breathing returning to normal, the masculine scent of him filled her senses-woodsy with a hint of spice-calming her jangled nerves and elevating her awareness of him as a man who was attentive, tempting, and becoming increasingly irresistible by the second.

While her body had softened against his, she realised that he'd gone tense, despite the gentle stroking motion of his palm along her back. Her breasts were cushioned against his muscled chest in the most sensual, arousing way, and through her skirt, she felt his thighs flex against hers as he shifted ever so subtly. She bit back a soft groan when the firm bulge in his pants pressed against her lower stomach, telling her just how affected he was by this embrace, as well.

"Better?" he asked, his gruff voice reverberating through his chest and against her cheek.

"Yes. Much better," she murmured, but made no effort to move just yet. Not until she was absolutely forced to, because this was sheer heaven. "Thank you for being so patient and understanding. I really do appreciate it."

"Of course," he responded, as if taking care of her was his responsibility. "I had no idea you had people-phobia."

"People-phobia?" She couldn't contain the giggle that bubbled up inside of her as she lifted her head to meet his rich, dark brown gaze. "Did you just make that word up?"

"Maybe." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he tried containing his smile that was almost on his face. His eyes glinted wickedly and was filled with humour. "But you've got to admit, it sounds official, doesn't it?"

She laughed, the last of those jittery nerves ebbing into a slow, simmering warmth that settled in her belly just as everything and everyone around them faded away. For the first time in the day, she felt herself back to her happy self.

They stared into each other's eyes, and with his arm still wrapped tight around her waist and his fingers still tangled in her hair, the atmosphere between them changed, their mutual desire growing into a tangible thing.

Slowly, she released his shirt from her fists and splayed her hands on his chest so she could better span the impressive expanse of muscles beneath the soft cotton. He was solid and strong and well built, and so deliciously hard, she thought, as she dared to skim her hands a bit lower, until her thumbs boldly brushed across the upper ridges of what was undoubtedly the start of a spectacular eight-pack abdomen.

A deep, tortured groan rumbled in his throat, and the fingers in her hair tightened. Holding her head immobile, he tipped her face up to his while his darkening gaze dropped to her mouth. His chest rose and fell much heavier now, as if he was trying to maintain a tight rein on his control.

She was suddenly dying to taste him, and the edgy, restless feeling swirling inside of her had nothing to do with her anxiety and everything to do with wanting Jungkook.

While he watched, she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, deliberately tempting and teasing him, and he accepted the invitation and lowered his head, brushing his mouth across hers in a soft, tentative kiss, at the corner of her mouth, as if he was giving her the chance to stop what was about to happen. Instead of pulling back, she moaned, pushing herself to his lower part as his lips continued kissing her weakest parts.

His lips made her feel heady and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face in her throat to continue nipping her skin with his teeth.

By the time he ended his assault, that persistent pulse had made its way down between her legs and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to refrain herself from squeezing her thighs hard.

"You feel better now?" He asked, his eyes holding a devilish gleam but he refrained from taking things further.

"Yeah. I feel much better now." She whispered. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck while his settled at her waist, holding her closely. For someone looking at the two, they looked like an insanely hot and beautiful couple. Except they weren't.

His gaze searched her face more seriously now. "The restaurant is only a few steps away. It's an easy walk but if you want we can take a ride."

She finally glanced back out to the main street, which was still busy, but she was calmer now, and the pizza place was closer than his office, so her choice was a no-brainer. And since she'd skipped lunch, she was getting really hungry.

"We don't need to take a ride, I guess it's better if we walk." she assured him.

He took her hand in his and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "You got this," he said with a voice that helped her to gain her determination. "And more importantly, I won't let anything happen to you while you're with me."

The best part was, she believed him.

They walked silently side by side for the rest of the distance, their arms subtly brushing each other's until they reached the pizzeria.

On Friday nights, Massilia's Pizza was always packed, so Jungkook was glad he'd set up reservations while Y/n was busy preparing presentations. He had wanted to bring her here, knowing how much she loved desserts and this was hands down one of the best dessert places of the city. Since he visited this place often for beer and pizza whenever he came to Bangkok, he knew how loud it could get, so he'd requested a booth in the back of the restaurant and away from the bar area so the noise level wasn't insane, and they would have their own personal space.

After what had just happened with Y/n and her anxiety attack, he knew she'd appreciate the quieter, more private area, as well.

When the waiter asked about the pizza toppings Jungkook chose the healthiest ones with less gluten on his plate while hers was the complete opposite.

"Why are you even eating pizza if you have already asked him not to add half of the things to your dish." She questioned, her lips twisting into a look that clearly unappreciated his choice.

"What do you mean?" He asked, chuckling at her adorable face.

"You have practically cut out all the edible items from your plate. What's left to eat?"

"I don't eat gluten, Cupcake." That statement wasn't shocking for her. Looking at his body, the man clearly hit the gym six times a week. His abs were to die for that definitely came with a strict diet and a lot of self control. But she was a foodie and somewhere looking at his restricted diet made her feel sad for him. For her food was and ever will be her first love, but this man practically did not eat anything that she loved.

"Why are you so hard on yourself? Hats off to you but can never eat a pizza with no cheese and only vegetables." She said with a sad sigh.

He smiled at her. It was as if she was saying these words unaware herself as they came out of her mouth. He liked that she was finally stripped from the tension that was boiling in her veins.

Another waiter came a minute later, bringing their drinks. He settled for scotch while she drank her wine. He sat back in the booth across from Y/n, watching as she took a sip of her wine. He tried not to give too much attention to those soft lips pressed against the rim of the glass or the pink tongue that peeked out to sample the Moscato. Because that only led to thoughts of that incredibly hot and intense moments they could have later.

Now that she was much calmer than earlier, she seemed to have returned to her normal self, throwing a few jokes here and there.

"I am curious to know about you." She said, cutting the silence as they waited for their pizzas.

"What do you want to know about me, Y/n?" He asked, leaning his elbows on the table.

"I hardly know anything about you, so how about we play a game and ask one question to each one." She drummed her fingers on the table, waiting for his response.

"Fine. Shoot."

"Okay, so first.." she said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and sitting upright. "Does our age gap bother you?"

"No." His answer was short and crisp. "Does it bother you?"

She looked down with a small blush on her cheeks. "Not at all. It's pretty hot if you ask me. We have eight years between us, and somewhere I find it really sensual."

Jungkook leaned back, his arms crossing on his chest. "You have an age kink I see. So you have a sweet spot for older men?"

A wet spot. And only for him. She wanted to scream but she obviously couldn't let those words out to feed his ego.

"I didn't know we were discussing my kinks here."

"We are." He pressed with determination. "You are my sugar baby and I know you don't need my money but I made a deal with myself that I would strike off all the sexual fantasies in your bucket list. So tell me about your kinks, Cupcake."

She was sure she looked like a red tomato right now, and she wanted to know his fantasies before he knew hers , so she came up with an excuse to avoid his question.

"You can't ask two questions, Jeon. So it's my turn. Have you ever had a threesome?"

"Only once. My friend Namjoon owns a sex club in Seoul. It was his birthday gift for me. It was my twenty-second birthday."He admitted honestly.

"Like sharing a woman with another man?" She asked, her eyes curious all the while waiting for his history.

"Now who's the one asking more than one question?" He interrogated, reminding her of her statement earlier.

"Come on, you are older. You can twist the rules." She said, determined to hear his answers.

And while Jeon Jungkook was nothing and everything about rules, he let her ask whatever she wanted to ask, because he wouldn't have won a fight against her anyways. She was younger than him, and though she behaved very prim and proper most of the time, he could see the bratty, adherent behaviour of a child coming from her right now.

"No. I haven't shared the woman with another man. They were two women and I was the only man they pleased. When I am in , the only man in the room is me. I am the only one in charge."

Somehow his words bought a layer of desire coating the most sensitive places of her body. But a sting of something hard and bitter itched her throat. She knew he had a lot of flings earlier, but somehow the thought of other women touching him made her blood boil. Which was stupid because she absolutely did not have any right on him.

"Great." She sipped on her wine. "That means you wouldn't mind if I want a threesome as well."

Those words hurted his ears as they came out of her mouth. He drank his scotch in one go, letting the burn hurt his throat.

"No." He growled, controlling his anger. "Nobody touches you as long as you are mine."

"Come-on you were the one who said that you would do anything I had on my bucket list. And this is what I want. I want to try a threesome."

"No, Y/n." He said in his warning tone. "When I am in the room, I am the only man in charge. So I am not going to share you with other men who use you as they please, when you are all mine."

Those words made her clench. She herself didn't want any other man touching her. Yes, she had her dark fantasies but she was also an old school kinda typical romantic who didn't want anyone except him in her life. But seeing him getting all agitated, definitely pleasured her in the best way.

"I thought you were cool with all things. Never knew you were so territorial, Jeon."
And there her lips lifted a bit, making him aware that she was just joking and nothing she said about the threesome was serious.

But he was also not going to give up so easily, so he reached below the table, and caressed her thigh, making her shiver.

"You don't need other men to satisfy you, when I can fill up all your three holes all at once and make sure you won't be able to walk for weeks. And when I do that, I will make sure that my cum drips from all parts of you just to remind you that nobody can make you feel the way I do."

She gulped underneath his intense stare, and she was sure her panties were almost drenched from her moisture. But she couldn't deny how much she liked the idea of him filling her completely.

But right now she didn't have a right sass or any comeback to reply to him, so she just changed the question instead.

"Can we visit that sex club sometime?" Her voice came softly, contradictory to what it was a few moments ago.

"The activities there are mostly related to exhibitionist and voyeuristic affinities among other things, are you into any of them?"

As the answer tipped her tongue, a young waitress came to their table, carrying two large plates of pizzas.. She placed it on a rack in the middle of the table and set a large plate in front of each of them.

"Would either of you care for another drink?" the young woman asked.

"No." She said. Her mind was already wild and she couldn't let liquor control her while she had taken her anxiety pills.

"I am fine too." Jungkook answered.

The waitress moved on to another table, and Jungkook went ahead and served her a slice of her fragrant pizza, loaded with the simple and classic ingredients she liked-pepperoni, mushrooms, and extra mozzarella. On the other hand, his pizza contained nothing but veggies and a thin slice of healthy crust.

He took a big bite of his and wiped his napkin across his mouth. "So?" He started, taking conversation back to where it stopped earlier.

"I don't completely hate the idea of watching someone while they are having sex, if they are the ones who are deliberately showing it." She confessed. "But I am not one of those who would pry someone's privacy to peep what kind of sex they are having."

"And being watched? Are you fine with exhibitionism?" He asked cunningly. With the hunger in his eyes, she was sure that he wouldn't hesitate to take her right there at the very next moment if her answer was yes.

"Depends on how the atmosphere there is."

"Well.." he leaned back on the couch, his thighs spreading involuntarily, " I guess we will have to experiment then."

It was no rocket science to understand what his words meant, but she would rather not give him a complete answer right now. Did she like the idea of him fucking her in the middle of room full of audience? Maybe yes. Maybe not. It excited her and scared the shit out of her at the same time.

"Okay..so my chance now." Jungkook said, finally getting his turn to ask her a question. "How did you come across the BDSM lifestyle?"

"Well I read books, though I know most of the things in the books are not even 50 percent of what happens in real life, but that's how I came across this lifestyle." She spoke, while shrugging. "Have you read these books?"

"No. I was busy making my empire." He said cockily, and damn it hurted her that he was so damn right. He had indeed built an empire. The current shares of his empire were enough to buy the entire Seoul if he wanted.

"What do you think you would be in a story book? A hero or a villain?" She asked him, expecting a fun answer but she saw a foreign emotion of grief lace his features.

"I think I would be a villain." His voice sounded much heavier, that contradicted his confident self. His eyes didn't seem focused and it appeared as if he had gone back to the lanes of his memory, remembering something that brought him pain.

"Why would you say that?" Her voice was soft and sent a sweet caress to his heart.

"Because my life is fucked up and all I have within me is darkness that consumes anyone who comes closer." His words were harsh and full of hatred for himself.

"We all have darkness inside us, Jungkook. But having darkness doesn't make us evil. Some of us deal with darkness much better than others could ever do. All we have to do is heal our soul with love." He had seen the darkness of his past flashing earlier as well, but this was the first time they were addressing it. She wondered what a perfect man like him had done that made him hate himself so much.

"Love?" He scoffed, as if she had uttered something that he would never feel. "My grandpa gifted me a plant when I was young . I loved it too much and watered it more than it's capacity that killed the plant. All things that come close to me burn, so I would rather not love anyone to destroy their lives as well."

She shifted in her seat, not understanding how the conversation had shifted from a fun conversation to a serious one. But she was glad he was speaking with her. And even though all he spoke was in terms of idioms or metaphors, she was happy that this was something they discussed.

Getting up from her couch, she sat next to him. A shiver ran through him , when he came back to reality from his thoughts as her thumb rubbed along his knuckles.

"It wasn't your love that killed the plant, Jungkook. It was your fear of losing it that killed it. You were scared that if you didn't water it, it might die. If you would have loved it without any fear, it wouldn't have died. Love and fear go hand in hand because one emotion is what we crave for and the other is what we feel when we have it. " She scooted closer, her knees touching his. Now he was directly looking at her in her eyes, and her eyes returned the same gaze stripping him away from his scars. "And I really admire how brave you are for identifying your demons. Because we all have them inside us but we refuse to acknowledge them. At least you are brave enough to remember your scars everyday rather than running away." She took a deep breath before continuing, while he listened to her carefully amazed by her words. "But you can't expect a flower to bloom unless it has survived rain, the same way you can't expect to love yourself unless you have once hated your life. And now that you have already done your part in hating yourself, I think you should start forgiving and loving yourself too."

After she ended her sentence, she looked at him to find her looking at him already. The stare was so intense that she could practically burn under him.

And for him, as much as he wanted to believe those words they were nothing rather than bookish philosophy for him. As much as he wanted to believe her words and forgive himself , he couldn't. It was easier said than done and he was sure if she were at his place, she wouldn't have forgiven herself too.

"You are good with your words. I wish I could believe them and forgive myself." His voice was heavier and full of disappointment.

"You will only believe me when you will start forgetting yourself. And I believe you can." Fuck..she shouldn't have said those words so softly to touch his heart. Her words came out with such confidence that he almost believed her. She shouldn't have believed in him so much because once she would know the truth, she might be one of those who hated him as well. And damn that scared him shitless. Out of all, he didn't want her to hate him like others did.

And while he gazed in her eyes, he looked at the minor details of her face. The little mole in front of her tragus of left ear or the little faint dimple that appeared on her right cheek whenever she spoke. And fuck she was so beautiful, not the kind of beautiful he saw in beauty peagents, but the kind of beautiful that was described in poetries and books. She was the reason why poetry was invented, to describe her beauty, though no words would justify her prettiness. And as he looked at her more, he realised that she was incandescently beautiful and it was a very juvenile word to describe her.

His knees touched hers, he could inhale her signature vanilla essence she wore. He tilted his face , his nose brushing against hers. Eyes dilated, she titled herself as well. He could hear her breathing fast and heavy only to realise that he wasn't breathing at all. His eyes darted at her lips as she licked the lower one. One of his hands rested on her thigh, while the other clasped below her ear to draw her closer. She could feel his hot breath on her lips. All the noises in the restaurant seemed to fade away. With eyes closed their lips brushed and almost touched until a loud cry of a child rang in the atmosphere and they jolted from each other, and separated.

Calming their raging heartbeats, he ran his fingers through his hair. Lord, was he just going to kiss her right now? Was he going to do something that was too sacred for him and he hadn't shared it with anyone else. Damn, he had promised to himself that he would never give away his first kiss to any random person. He was a guy of control. He could control his emotions very well. Then why the fuck was he so allured at that moment, that he almost lost his control over his body, brain and heart?

The surroundings suddenly turned awkward with the noises of the restaurant coming back to reality.

Y/n was no different than him. Clearing her throat in an attempt to break the silence she spoke first. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He looked on the other side because he knew, if he looked at her, maybe he would lose his senses again. "What are you apologising for? I am the one who made that rule of not kissing, and I was the one who was going to break it. So don't worry about it."

"So we are cool, right?"

"Completely cool." He said with a nod as if assuring himself.

Soon the waitress arrived with the special dessert he had ordered for her.

"Chocolate fudge?" She said with the excitement of a little kid, bringing the atmosphere to a lighter one.

"Yeah..I was sure you would like it." His confidence radiated in his words.

When she took a spoonful in her mouth, she released a moan of satisfaction that did weird things to his body. "This is so good."

Leaning forward, he placed a hand on his cheek as he looked at her taking, two then three spoons of her dessert. Any sweet dish hadn't ever tempted him as much as the fudge did.

"Give me a bite, atleast." He said, reaching over for a spoon but she retracted.

"Aren't you particular about what you eat, Mr Conscious?" She held her spoon away from him.

"I am, but it looks delicious. Let me have a bite."

"No." She said in a loud tone. "I don't share my food with anyone."

Now this was a challenge. And he loved it. So rather than asking for it, he caught her wrist and forced the spoon in his direction. Giggles erupted from her mouth blessing his ears as she put on a strong fight as well. But in the end, Jungkook successfully stole a bite from her spoon, letting the sweet and delicious texture slide down his throat.

"It is good. I agree." He let out a satisfactory response. His forehead wrinkled and eyes were shut, meaning he liked the food. Something he did when he liked anything a lot.

She grinned when she saw a bit of chocolate sauce on the corner of his lips. Reaching out she gently wiped the remnants. His eyes were focussed on her dainty moments and she thought how soft his lips would feel on hers. When she removed her finger from his lips, he caught her wrist and held it between them.

"I have two last questions for you, Cupcake."

"What is it?"

"In your books, who gets the heroine at the end. The hero or the villain?"

A sly grin touched her lips, "Nobody gets the heroine. It's she who decides who she wants to go to. The hero or the villain. And she goes to the one who treats her like a queen. So who would you be? A hero or a villain?"

"I would be a villain. I am too bad to be a hero and too fucking sinful to play a sweetheart. I would rather play as an obsessive lover than a lover boy." He said, an arrogant smile resting on his lips. " And who would you go to, Cupcake? The hero or the villain."

"I think I would go to the villain. Because he would burn the world for me, rather than sacrificing me for the world."

"And what's the villain like?" He said, his ears waiting for her answer.

"You."