𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒│𝐉𝐉𝐊

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"Are you kidding me, Jungkook?" I snapped, my hands folding over my chest.

As Jungkook leaned casually against his motorbike, a smirk played on his lips, exuding an air of confidence that irked me to no end. The moonlight cast shadows across his face, highlighting his perfectly tousled hair and the glint of mischief in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little adventure. Hm?" His words were like needles, pricking at my pride with every syllable.

How dare he.

I squared my shoulders, refusing to let his cocky demeanor get to me. Folding my arms across my chest, I shot him a withering glare, my jaw clenched in frustration. The cool night air did little to ease the heat rising within me.

"I'm not scared of adventure," I countered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I am scared of getting a speeding ticket and having to beg for cash like someone I know." With a flick of my hand, I gestured pointedly to his motorbike.

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I noticed his face twitch ever so slightly even though it was for a millisecond.

"You know, not everyone has a rich daddy to bail them out," I remarked casually, stealing a glance at my recently painted nails.

For a fleeting moment, Jungkook's smirk faltered, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he masked it with his trademark nonchalance. "Touché, princess," he muttered, the bitterness in his tone betraying the facade of indifference he so often wore.

As Jungkook swung his leg over the motorbike, I couldn't help but notice that neither of us had helmets. It was a reckless move, but it seemed to fit his devil-may-care attitude perfectly. I hesitated for a moment, considering whether to speak up about the safety risk, but ultimately decided against it.

Engaging in a battle of wits with Jungkook was one thing, but trying to reason with him about safety was a lost cause. With a resigned sigh, I settled onto the back of the bike, bracing myself for the ride ahead.

"Alright, princess," Jungkook said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he glanced over his shoulder at me. "Hold on tight. Wouldn't want Daddy's little girl falling off now, would we?"

I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at his condescending tone. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you," I retorted, my voice laced with equal parts annoyance and disdain.

As I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist, the unease gnawed at the edges of my mind like a persistent itch. The thought of being in such close proximity to Jungkook, with nothing but the open road stretching out before us, sent a shiver down my spine.

But I shrugged that thought off, After all, I had faced Jungkook's taunts and jabs countless times before; I could handle whatever he threw my way, even if it meant clinging to him on the back of his motorbike.

As we raced through the city streets, the chilly night air whipped against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a sudden urge to dig my long nails into his skin, to make him feel even a fraction of the frustration I was experiencing. But I suppressed the impulse, knowing that such actions would only kill me cause what if he lost his balance?

At last, we reached the bakery. The cozy light coming from inside welcomed us, a relief from the chilly air. Jungkook parked the motorbike smoothly, still wearing that smug smirk, and gestured for me to get off.

I reluctantly released my grip on him and climbed off the bike. As we stepped into the bakery, the scent of freshly baked goods enveloped us, instantly warming my spirits.

I walked towards the display of those delicious-looking cakes. My eyes landed on a vanilla cake with delicate swirls of frosting, each one perfectly crafted.

But then I remembered Jungkook's love for vanilla, and a scowl crossed my face. Vanilla was his flavor, and there was no way I was going to choose the same one as him.

I moved on, my gaze scanning the array of pastries until I found what I was looking for, a rich, decadent chocolate cake. As I pointed it out to the baker, I felt his presence beside me, a subtle warmth brushing against my arm as he stood close.

As we stood facing the counter, he nudged me lightly, directing my attention to the vanilla cake by pointing out his finger, which I had been admiring moments before. I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in close to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he whispered, "I like it vanilla, princess."

He is definitely not talking about cake.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to let his flirtatious tone get to me. "Well, that explains your bland taste," I retorted, gesturing to the chocolate cake I preferred.

Jungkook grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Bland taste, huh? Funny coming from someone who always plays it safe," he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Well, I do play it safe.

Ignoring his remark, I strolled towards a nearby table, my steps quick and purposeful. Retrieving my phone from the pocket of my cardigan, I settled into the chair and began scrolling through Twitter.

But of course, he had to come and sit beside me.

I stole a sideways glance at him, unable to resist the temptation of curiosity. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he was typing something on his phone, a slight frown visible on his face. My gaze lingered on the screen, wondering what could possibly be occupying his attention.

However, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me that it was none of my business. With a sigh, I forced myself to focus on my own device, resisting the urge to pry into his affairs.

But then I couldn't help myself, and against my better judgment, I leaned in slightly to sneak a peek at his phone screen. To my dismay, the name "Soojin" flashed prominently across the screen, accompanied by a string of messages.

Soojin, his girlfriend.

I rolled my eyes so hard that my eyeballs started hurting.

"I can't believe she's with him," I muttered under my breath, my frustration bubbling to the surface as I glanced back at Jungkook. What did she see in him? His arrogant demeanor and cocky attitude were enough to make anyone run in the opposite direction.

Just as I unlocked my phone again, pretending I hadn't noticed anything, the bakery called out for us to pick up our order.

Rising from the chair, I made my way to the counter to collect our order. With the cakes and pastries in hand, I approached the cashier to settle the payment. As we walked out of the bakery, a gentle breeze tousled my hair.

"What else now?" Jungkook asked, idly playing with the ring on his lip as he glanced around the bustling street.

"I-" My words faltered as I watched an old lady approaching us, her hands trembling, tears glistening in her eyes. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, making my heart race with uncertainty.

Jungkook glanced at me, his expression mirroring my confusion. "You know her?" he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the noise of the street.

I shook my head slowly, unable to tear my gaze away from the woman before us. "I don't think so," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "But she seems..."

"Never mind."

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