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What had Jungkook done to her? Yoongi had pushed all of her emotions until she saw Jungkook again. Now, the chemistry was non-existent between them. Had she made it up in her head?

Y/N withdrew, licking her lips.

"Something is going on between you and Jungkook."

"No, nothing is going on."

Yoongi sighed, pulling away. "Since he stopped by tonight you've not been yourself. Something is going on, and it doesn't have anything to do with me."

Y/N went to open her mouth, but Yoongi pressed a finger against her lips.

"I've not got a problem, but you need to make a choice."

"Yoongi, seriously, nothing is going on." She fisted her hands at her sides.

He stroked her cheek. "I want the best for you, Y/N. I enjoy spending time with you, but I'm not going to see your sad side. Before the mess happens further, I want you to focus on what you want. Whether you think there's nothing or not, I don't know. I'll be waiting for your call."

Y/N watched him leave. She followed him outside of her apartment and wished there was something she could say.

Great, just great.

She closed the door and took a seat on the sofa, staring at the television. The scene of a couple making out was still playing, and she turned it off. She refused to watch another couple finding love when she couldn't find any love of her own. Rubbing her eyes, she got to her feet and went into her bedroom.

Settling into bed, she stared up at the ceiling. It sucked.

She turned to her side and gasped as she saw a picture of herself, Anaya, and Jungkook. They'd gone to the beach for a day. Anaya had asked a passerby to take a photo. Jungkook stood behind them, pulling them both into him.

Reaching out, she grabbed the picture and stared at it. Anaya had given her the picture on their last Christmas together. She didn't dwell on the image as seeing the couple always struck her hard.

Turning on the night light, she stared at Jungkook's hands. She recalled the photo being taken and hadn't given it much thought. His hand was on Anaya's shoulder, casual, friendly &even. She looked at his hand on her.

Y/N swallowed as heat swelled between her thighs. His hand was on her shoulder, but the tips of his fingers stroked her neck. The possession within the photo was clear to see. The way he held her to him should be how he held Anaya, not her.

His head was turned toward her rather than Anaya.

Getting out of bed, she quickly threw on some pants and a shirt and called a cab. Twenty minutes later, she was on the road heading toward Jungkook's place. The doorman nodded at her, and she gave him a quick smile. In her pocket lay the photo. She banged on his door, waiting for him to answer.

Her heart raced, and she banged on his door again.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook asked, opening the door. Her mouth went dry as she saw him dressed in a pair of pants. "Y/n?"

Jungkook didn't have time to move out of Y/N's way as she barged past him into his apartment. He closed the door and followed her. She threw her jacket onto the sofa and whirled around to face him.

"What is this?" she demanded, holding up a picture frame.

Jungkook took it from her hands and glanced at the image of the three of them. "It's the day we went to the beach."

"No, look closely. Why are you holding me like that?" She pointed at his hand. "Why are you holding me like that, but barely touching Anaya?" Her finger landed on Anaya and where his hand was.

"This is insane. What are you doing banging on my apartment door like that? It's late. Where's Yoongi?" Jungkook asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though he felt a pang of irritation at the mention of Yoongi.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "He's living his own life, and he told me to follow my heart. He said something is going on between us." She held her hand up between them.

 "I tried to tell him nothing was going on, but he wouldn't believe me. I think this is crazy, but then I saw this picture and I needed to know."

"My hand landed funny, that's all."

"Why were you around my apartment tonight? Why did you look miserable when you saw Yoongi?" Y/N continued to question him.

"I was worried about you, and then I realized I shouldn't be worried. You're a grown woman. You don't need me to worry about you." Jungkook's lies came easily, but he could feel the frustration bubbling inside.

"There are a lot of things that don't add up, Jungkook. Your attitude when it comes to me. You blow hot and cold. One moment I think you hate me, but the next you're telling me I'm not prepared for your feelings or how you feel about me."

"What do you want from me?" He placed the picture on the coffee table, taking a step toward her.

"I want you to start making fucking sense." She shoved his chest hard. He didn't move, his strength dwarfing hers.

 "You confuse me all the time. Anaya's dead, and the one connection between us is gone. Why do you keep entering my life and doing this to me?" she yelled.

He stared at her, and something snapped.

Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her close. She stumbled and fell against him. He sank his hands into her hair, gripping the length tightly.

Jungkook took what he wanted for once. When he slammed his lips down on hers, Y/N tensed in his arms. He waited for her to push him away, but she stayed frozen.

Sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, he coaxed her lips open, moaning as her tongue touched his.

Time seemed to stretch as Y/N slowly began to respond. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He pushed her up against the nearest wall, consuming her lips as she wrapped her arms around him.

This was what he'd been craving all those months but kept hidden. Y/N had filled his thoughts, making him want something he didn't think he was allowed to have.

"Jungkook?" Y/N's voice was barely a whisper.

"No, stop talking," he said, kissing down her neck, sucking on her pulse. He needed to taste her, to devour every inch of her.

"We can't do this. Anaya—"

"Yeah, we're doing this, and she doesn't matter. It was over with Anaya." He tugged on the hem of her shirt, drawing it up over her body.