𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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Walking over to the other bed, he sits down on the edge, letting a sound of relief release from his throat when he sits down and grabs the television remote to the small tv.

Instantly, he changes the channel to a sports channel, watching boxing. His eyes survey the boxers with an enormous amount of interest and intensity.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, never letting his eyes wander away from the two men swinging.

"No, why would there be?" I respond with confusion. What makes him think something's wrong?

"You're not going to shower?" He finally forces himself to look at me, letting his hands hit back and forth as if bored.

"I will. I'm just processing everything." I admit, rubbing the back of my head a little awkwardly. I'm so nervous about tonight and how the mission could be screwed up because of me.

"Vee, there's no reason for you to be overthinking about anything. We do the mission and go home—as easy as that. Look, I don't want what we did earlier to mess up anything, alright? It was only part of the plan."

"I get that, but did we have to do it at all? Thinking back, it all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to fully question it, but now, I wonder why didn't we just fake it like the rest. I could have easily screwed up my lipstick and smeared it on you without doing as much as we did. So I don't understand why you rushed into it so badly."

I watch him drop his head, lowering his shoulders when a sigh comes from him. "I could say I wanted us to kiss for the sole purpose of making it seem more realistic to the owner. Making our hearts beat faster, sweat trickling down our bodies, and so on, but that's not the reason. I could also say I was testing you to see how far you're willing to go for our cause back at home, but that's also not the reason why I did it."

"Then why? And please, don't say something stupid." I ask, trying to lighten the mood with a joke, but the joke dies on my lips.

"You want the truth? I did it because I needed to know if you're a pushover or someone who has the guts to say no. The results told me the rest. You are a pushover, and I have to admit it surprised me."

I'm at a loss for words. If I had any idea he was testing me, then I wouldn't have gone along with it, but I guess it was for his test.

Standing to my feet, I say nothing and start walking into the bathroom. I can't believe he used me.

"You surprised me, too, Jungkook. I guess both of our expectations were set too high." With my lips thinned from annoyance, I drop the nice conversation and transition to one where I give zero fucks after what he pulled. And I should.

And men wonder why women have trust issues.

Of course, I know it's not that deep, but still. He lied. He said it was for the mission, but he wasn't doing it for the mission; he was testing my character. Judging me behind those dark, brown eyes of his and mumbling silent words of disapproval when his lips were on mine.

"You might be a pushover, Vee, but there is more to you than that. You have potential, so don't fuck up by saying something stupid. Next time, give me enough time to finish what I'm saying before jumping down my throat. I get enough of that from Acid as it is." He comments, pulling out a box of cigarettes from the nightstand drawer behind him.