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Third person p.o.v-

"Pull over," Soojin demanded urgently, her voice strained as her eyes locked onto Jungkook's limo parked in front of the restaurant. Her car sped past, the sight slipping away too quickly. She twisted in her seat, peering through the rear window, her heart racing. Why had the limo stopped there?

The driver remained silent, his expression unwavering, as if he hadn't heard a word. Soojin's frustration flared, and she turned back toward him.

"Didn't you hear me? I said stop the car," she snapped, her tone sharp with rising desperation.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I can't do that," the driver replied, his voice calm, almost detached, as if he were reciting something rehearsed.

Her brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and irritation boiling over. "What do you mean you can't? Why?"

"Under the young master's direct orders, I'm to take you straight to the Jeon mansion. No deviations," the driver explained, his eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead, unshaken by her outburst

"I don't care what your boss said. I'm joining my sister." she demanded, her voice sharp as steel, eyes burning into the back of the driver's head. He didn't flinch, didn't so much as acknowledge her presence.

Her frustration boiled over. "Did you hear me, you mere driver? I said, stop the damn car!" She barked, her tone more venomous this time.

The driver cast a brief glance at her through the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do that," he said flatly before his gaze returned to the road.

Her patience snapped. "If you value your job, you'll stop this car now right now," she warned, her words low and deadly.

Without a word, the driver raised the divider between them, severing any further communication. For a moment, she sat in stunned silence, disbelief tightening her chest. Then, fury surged like wildfire.

"You arrogant bastard!" she spat, slamming her fists against the divider, her anger reverberating through the confined space. "How dare you ignore me. Do you know who i am?" Her voice was a snarl, fists pounding harder. "I swear, you'll regret this. You'll all regret this!"

Kicks followed, her heels hammering against the doors and divider, she kept screaming, the noise echoing within the car's luxurious interior.

Just then, her phone buzzed to life, cutting through the chaos. She snatched it up, barely glancing at the screen before answering. "What?" she hissed into the receiver, her voice seething.

"Easy there, little pest," Jimin's voice slid smoothly through the phone, tinged with amusement. "You're going to give the poor driver a heart attack if you keep screeching like a fucking Banshee. He's just following orders. The car isn't stopping anytime soon, so save your breath."

Soojin froze, her breath catching in her throat. ''how do you..'' her word cut off by Jimin-

"Don't act so surprised, little viper," Jimin's voice drawled lazily through the phone. "There are cameras in every car—except Jungkook's, of course." His gaze flickered to the laptop in front of him, scanning the live feeds from the convoy of guards trailing behind them. "So do us all a favor and stop abusing the poor car, and the driver."

Her jaw clenched as frustration bubbled to the surface. She ended the call with a sharp tap, her grip on the phone tightening until her knuckles turned white.

''I'm not letting you outshine me again, big sis'', she seethed inwardly, her breath heavy, her thoughts darkening. ''I've clawed my way up to where I am now. If you even think about standing between me and what's mine, I swear... I'll end you with my own hands'.

Her fists trembled as her anger simmered beneath the surface, her mind racing with cold, calculated fury.

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You savored the final bite of your meal, the rich, complex flavors igniting a symphony on your tongue. The restaurant surrounding you was an epitome of opulence—marble floors gleamed beneath chandeliers dripping with crystal, and every detail exuded wealth. Just scanning the extravagant décor made it clear that this wasn't a place for the average person. When you first glimpsed the menu, your breath had caught in your throat, the prices nothing short of staggering—enough to fund your living expenses for an entire year, perhaps more.

''Rich people and their ridiculous whims.'' you scoffed internally.

You tried to refuse the meal, your pride unable to accept such expensive food on someone else's dime, but Jungkook—unyielding as ever—left you no choice. 

His revelation that not only did he own this restaurant, but also a vast network of them both domestically and abroad, had been another blow.

*"What's the use of all this wealth when it's stained with the blood of the innocents?" you mused, a wave of disgust twisting in your gut.

You finally gave in when he threatened to feed you himself if you refused, not wanting to create a scene in front of the other patrons. Reluctantly, you began eating while he ordered nothing for himself. You frowned but stayed silent leaning on chair, staring at you continuously. His eyes held  something that you couldn't decipher.

As you continued your meal, your attention drifted. Across the room, a group of women sat at a table, their eyes practically glued to Jungkook. They weren't subtle—whispering amongst themselves, stealing glances, giggling behind their hands.

An unfamiliar sensation twisted in your chest. Your jaw tightened unknowingly, the gnawing irritation sparking a discomfort.

But why?

You didn't know.

"So..." Jungkook's voice snapped you back to the present, his gaze steady and unreadable. "Before you left the Jeon mansion, I told you to think about something."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to decipher the weight behind his words. "I want your answer, now," he added, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that demanded more than a simple reply.

Your thoughts drifted back to the previous day, trying to piece together his cryptic bet—something about 30 days.

"Huh... you're still stuck on that?" you scoffed, rubbing your temple. "You know what, I've been thinking about it too. I'm going to stop caring whether you see someone else in me or think of someone  when you look at me."

You leaned back in your chair, eyes sharp. "You don't seem like the type of guy who actually listens when I tell you that you're mistaken."

Your voice darkened, eyes blazing. "It's just for 30 days, so I'll try to endure it. Because I don't want you to keep breathing down under my neck, spitting all that nonsense in my ear for eternity. Although, this bet of yours, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. Still, let's just get this over with. As you offered, I'll take whatever you throw at me, without any questions."

A smirk spread across Jungkook's lips as you continued. You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. "Bring it on, fucker," you said with a smirk, your eyes spitting fire. "I'll give you thirty days. In those thirty days, make me confess that I'm Lee Y/N. But if you fail, you'll stay the hell out of my life. You'll disappear, and I never want to see your face again.""

Jungkook's jaw tightened, the muscle flexing as he rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He relished the fire blazing in your eyes, a flame all too familiar to him. It was the same intensity he had once seen in Y/N's gaze—the same raw defiance that had captivated him before.

His mind drifted back to that fateful day at the Han mansion, the first time he laid eyes on you after you awoke in Jin Ae's body. He remembered it vividly, as though the moment had seared itself into his memory. The way your eyes locked with his, he felt the tightening in his stomach, it felt like a punch to the gut,, leaving him shaky, breathless, and gasping for air.

It was a sensation he hadn't felt in years, not since Y/N.

That fire—the very same fire—had ignited his suspicion. It was what drove him to dig deeper, to unravel the truth hidden behind your new identity. It didn't take long for him to confirm what his gut had already told him: you were Y/N. The girl who had left him reeling, the one he thought he had lost forever, had somehow returned.

And now, here you were again, staring him down with the same burning intensity, rekindling the flames of a past he had never truly let go of.

"And what if I win?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips, his gaze never straying from yours.

"Then I'll do whatever you want," you murmured, a challenge in your voice. "Let's see who gives in first."

Jungkook scoffed softly, leaning in until the warmth of his breath brushed your skin. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers tracing the curve of your face with unsettling tenderness. "That's more like my Y/N," he whispered, his voice smooth but possessive

The words 'my Y/N' struck something deep within you, a flutter of something unnameable tightening in your gut. But you masked it, refusing to admit the effect it had on you.

You pulled his hand away, your expression hardening. "But I have a condition."

One of his brows arched, curiosity flickering in his dark eyes. "Go on."

"As you've already seen the video,''  you began, referencing the footage of Jin Ae's assault. His expression darkened immediately, the mention of it narrowing his eyes into slits.. "I want you to help me find the man in that video."

"And why the hell do you even want to know that?" he asked, his voice heavy.

"Isn't it obvious?" you replied. It was a assault video afterall.

"Are you planning to go after them alone? Like some kind of justice-seeking vigilante? Do you think you are in a movie?" His cool demeanor shifted into something darker, sending a shiver down your spine. "Where did you get the ridiculous idea that you need to handle everything by yourself?"

''It...it's nothing like that,'' you stuttered. ''I just want to strike first because i feel like it would be more bothersome if i don't''

"Liar," he scoffed darkly.

"What?" you asked, confusion lacing your tone.

"If you truly didn't want to be bothered, you never would've gone to the storage room that day," he said with a mocking smile (scene from Chapter 19).

Your teeth clenched, frustration flaring. "If you're not going to help me, then this conversation is over. I'll figure it out myself. What a waste of time."

You shot up from the chair, your frustration boiling over as you turned to leave, but his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Remember, you need to keep your promise."

Confusion furrowed your brow as you glanced back at him. "What do you mean by promise?"

Slowly, he rose from his chair, his movements deliberate, predatory. He closed the distance between you in a few smooth strides, stepping into your space until he was impossibly close. The proximity made the air between you crackle with tension. You instinctively stepped back, your hands finding the cool surface of the table behind you. He followed, his hand sliding over yours, trapping it against the table. The contact sent a sharp jolt through you, and your breath hitched. His other hand moved with unnerving softness, grazing your lower lip, the touch so intimate it made your pulse race.

"To take everything I give you, without question," he murmured, his breath warm against your face, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"Wh...what?" you stammered, confusion clouding your mind until realization struck like a thunderclap. "WHAAAT?" The disbelief in your voice echoed through the room, louder than you intended.

You could feel the smug satisfaction radiating from him—this was exactly what he wanted. You'd walked right into his trap, just as he'd planned.

Your gaze dropped to your intertwined hands, his grip firm but not painful. A smirk curled on your lips as you straightened, rising onto your toes in an attempt to meet his gaze head-on, but you barely reached his chin. Undeterred, you threw your words like a challenge.

"Cut the bullshit, Jeon," you said, your voice sharp. "I'll take everything you give me, but whether I swallow it or not? That's up to me."

His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam flickering within them as he leaned even closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Didn't I tell you already? Nothing I offer will harm you. So just swallow... or," he paused, locking his gaze with yours, his voice dropping into something darker, more dangerous, "do you want me to force that mouth open and make you swallow?"

The sly smirk tugged at his lips as his nose brushed against yours, the tension between you palpable, suffocating. Heat rushed through you making your cheeks red.

"What are you—" you started, but his voice cut through yours, silencing you before you could finish.

"Shhh," he whispered, silencing you with a soft but firm command. His gaze darkened, shadowed by something dangerous. "You think I didn't try?" His voice was low, laced with frustration.

"I tried to track him down after I saw the video. There's nothing on him—no name, no identity, no digital footprint. It's like he doesn't exist. And do you know what that means?"

He leaned in, his expression hardening, every word carrying a bitter truth. "It means that bastard isn't some random predator. He's protected—shielded by people with serious power, or maybe he is the one with the power. Because trust me, wiping out every trace of your existence isn't something just anyone can do. You're not dealing with some street thug. This is someone who's untouchable. And you think you can take him on? Win against someone like that?"

Your stomach twisted, dread creeping through your veins as the gravity of his words hit you. Even if you did find him, how could you possibly stand a chance against someone so untouchable?

"This is so goddamn frustrating," he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. His hand ran through his hair before he let out a sigh, the sound heavy with resignation. "Watching you throw yourself into danger, getting hurt, all for the sake of justice—for someone you don't even know."

His eyes met yours again, sharper now, filled with something unsaid. "And here I am, having to talk about these stupid things when I finally got you like this."

"I know you too well," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "You're stubborn enough to keep looking for him, even if I tell you not to. You'll get yourself into trouble—serious trouble.'' His eyes darkened as his tone took a chilling turn. 

He continued. "So fine, I'll help you. The man who caused all of this—unless I completely crush him, so that he can't even crawl back from the dirt, I don't think my anger will fade." His voice turned dangerous, a menacing edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You... you're really messed up," you stuttered, fear creeping in as his dark aura pressed in around you, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Crush him, you say? They aren't bugs," you thought, your pulse quickening. "He's gone completely off the rails. I definitely shouldn't provoke him or make him my enemy."

"What exactly are you suggesting I do now?" you asked, your curiosity betraying the anxiety twisting in your gut.

Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck in a firm but possessive hold. He pulled you toward him, your faces so close now that his breath teased your lips, warm and intoxicating. Your chest rose and fell, each breath coming faster than the last, your pulse a wild drumbeat in your ears. His gaze was locked on yours, unyielding and intense. "Stick to me," he whispered, his voice low and filled with dark promise.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the soft murmur of voices caught your attention. People at the surrounding tables were whispering, glancing in your direction, some even giggling. Only then did you realize the position you were in—pinned between the table and his imposing frame, his fingers laced with yours while his other hand still held your neck. Your faces were mere inches apart, your proximity unmistakable.

Heat surged through you, not just from embarrassment but from the awareness of how closely you were standing. His height, his presence, shielded you from their full view, but the knowledge that they saw you—saw this—made your face burn.

"This bastard is crazy. Doesn't he feel embarrassed at all?" you thought.

You released your neck from his hold, the absence of his touch leaving your skin tingling. Without thinking, you grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the exit, your heart racing with a mix of panic and something far more dangerous

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