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As Jieun exited the bathroom, she forced herself to swallow all the strong emotions she started feeling after Jungkook's small visit. There were no words to describe how being with him there affected her.
Kai still waited at the bar having a drink and smiled soon as he saw her coming back.
Seducing a man while trying to hide two hickeys on the neck was the most difficult challenge Jieun had to face. And it was clear that she couldn't stay longer.
Nevertheless, they could consider as a successful night since as the conversation went on, Kai not only admitted he was, in fact, a drug dealer, but also knew the club owner, and his boss had a partnership with him.
If that was a method to prove how much money he had, she'd never know, she was just happy that he opened his mouth. Though the phrase 'girls in the VIP room' still intrigued her. Were they the hookers Namjoon talked about?
When Kai's hands started to move around her body again, Jieun took as a sign that it was time to leave and gave him the most unconvinced excuse, saying she had a headache and needed to leave.
Jungkook observed quietly from the back of the room while talking to a girl. It was the only way he could watch everything without drawing attention to himself from other people. He also saw when she left Kai alone, and it was his cue to leave as well.
BamBam waited outside inside his car, turning the engine on when they all got in.
"So, apart from telling you what he does, he told you they work with the owner?" the dealer asked.
"Yes," she answered. "That they have a partnership or something."
"Interesting..." he murmured. "What else?"
Jieun glanced nervously at Jungkook for a second, as he was busy looking out the window. "That's... all I got for tonight..." she kept pushing her hair forward "W-we should probably wait two more days, then I can come back and see what else I can find."
BamBam chose not to argue, considering that she had done a lot for one night and simply took her back to school.
"You did a good job today," Namjoon told her.
Jieun nodded as a thank you and left, not saying another word.
"What the hell did you do?" he asked Jungkook, hitting his shoulder once the door of the car was closed.
"What?" the dealer feigned innocence.
"Don't act stupid. I saw you following her to the bathroom."
BamBam's eyes widened incredulously. "You, what?"
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything."
"Your girlfriend doesn't seem to be the kind of person who would want to repeat this again. And I'm guessing she also wouldn't have left if she had Kai talking. You did something to her."
There was a long silence where his two friends kept looking at him, so he had no choice but to tell the truth.
"I gave her a hickey."
They both huffed in annoyance, on the edge of slapping him.
"That son of a bitch kept kissing her neck, I had to something!"
"No, you didn't!" BamBam scolded. "Jungkook, you want this plan to go down the drain? Yoongi won't pay her if she doesn't get the information he wants."
"I know that... I just-"
"Lisa had to do something similar when you guys started dating," Namjoon said. "Why are you acting like this now? Where's the professional dealer we know who never gets distracted and can hold his emotions?"
Jungkook sighed, his head falling back. He didn't know.
BamBam was incapable of keeping up with the argument once he saw his friend's features. The answer was so obvious.
But there was no way they could be together even when she completed the job. Jungkook was a fugitive, and Jieun hated drug dealers. He had to let her go somehow.
"Forget that... let's go home."
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"Are you sure you're not sick?"
Jieun looked up and found Taehyung standing next to her table in the cafeteria.
She smiled, lowering her phone down. "Hey."
He did it too and took a seat in front of her. "You should look for a doctor and ask if there's something wrong with your health."
"Huh?"
"The scarf," he gestured. "I know we're almost close to winter but damn. What's up with all the cold?"
"Oh," she giggled, smoothing the scarf around her neck. "I'm not cold. I just thought it looked cute."
"Hm," he leaned back. "Anyway, what are you doing this weekend?"
"Why?"
"My friends and I are going to a concert Saturday. Do you wanna come?"
"Concert..." Jieun bit her lip, rubbing her cheek. "Saturday..."
"Yeah."
"Sorry, I can't. I made plans... with... my friend, Seulgi."
Taehyung didn't look hurt, but she could see the curiosity in his eyes. "And what would that be?"
She gulped nervously. Lying to someone you cared about, was always a difficult thing to do. "We're going to, uh... visit my brother in rehab."
His features changed in surprise. "Oh, so he's there?"
Jieun nodded and almost sighed in relief. "The treatment Lucas's taking it's a sixty-day program, so he'd be there for some time."
"I see," Taehyung mused. "I hope he gets better."
"I hope it, too," she half-smiled.
The awkward silence arrived and stayed with them staring at each other with nothing else to say.
But Jieun found it impossible to keep looking at him, lowering her eyes down, because somehow she felt ashamed for what she's been doing. For lying to her friends. For helping criminals.
"Well, I should go," he told her, standing up.
Jieun wished Taehyung couldn't go just yet, but for some reason, say nothing to stop him.
He didn't leave right away, his eyes remained stuck in her figure as if asking if she wanted to tell him something, which she didn't.
Sighing, he left her alone... and she just wanted to cry.
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Two days later, Jieun was right back at the club again, this time in a small grey skirt coming down to her mid-thigh and a black long-sleeved shirt that clung to her every curve along with some high boots Joy chose for her.
That night she didn't even have to wait for Kai to find her. The dealer was already at the bar, scanning the whole club.
Both Namjoon and Hoseok had to go separate ways again once they arrived, and Jungkook hoped today she could have enough material for Yoongi and finally end this little detective game.
Unfortunately, her hickeys were gone by now, so he didn't have any excuses to keep Kai from touching her around that area.
He sat at the bar far from them and watched, savoring his favorite whiskey with Namjoon by his side. They were well hidden there.
Kai tucked a long strand of hair behind Jieun's ear as he murmured, "How come that every time I see you, you look more beautiful?"
She smiled as an appreciation without really feeling it. "Because your interest in me increases each time."
"You might be right about that," he smirked and held her hand. She accepted, but when he guided down his pants, the wince was unavoidable.
He was hard. And she was disgusted.
"You're quick."
"Just at that," he promised.
Jieun started to feel sick and had to drop her gaze back down to her drink to swallow. Clearing her throat, she pulled her hand away to touch his hair, forcing the smile right back. "As much as this feels... tempting... I'm afraid to say that I don't sleep with guys I'm not close to."
"If that's the case. I'm Kai. And you are?"
She giggled, taking his hand to shake. "Hae Soo."
"Now you know my name and what I do for a living," he said, casually taking a sip. "What else you want, Miss. Hae Soo? You're not scared of me, right?"
"No," Jieun interjected quickly. "What's wrong with getting to know each better first?"
"Nothing wrong with it," he shrugged vaguely. "But it looks like you're acting too curious with all the questions you've been asking ever since we met... plus, you're talking too far away from me," he teased with a small laugh.
Jieun resisted the urge to wince. The last thing she needed right now was for him to get suspicious. She remembered the times she did that kind of thing, and maybe it could be her only resort.
Steeling herself, she took a deep breath. Her arms, reluctantly, went up to his shoulders, her chest meeting his as she muttered against his lips, "Yes, I can be curious... but only because I like to get intimate with the person who'd be fucking me later."
Kai gripped her hips and nodded, signaling he understood. "Fair enough."
Hands began running down her body, pausing on her buttocks of the skirt.
Immediately, Jungkook turned his face away, closing his eyes and gripping his glass with force.
Namjoon took it away from his hand before he could break it. "Get your shit together. You wanted to come."
He twisted his jaw, and after a big deep sigh, refocused his attention on them again.
"So, besides dealing here, what else do you do?" Jieun purred, trying to slow her racing heart and stop the awful shivers. "You look like a busy man."
"No, not really," he answered, voice deep and gravelly, pressing her more against the corner of the bar. "Working at Maru Club it's pretty much all I do now... We got lucky after our boss closed a great deal in Busan."
"Wow," she said, feeling his hand caressing her thighs to her black high boot. "Your boss must be a very wealthy man by now with all these deals he's making, huh."
"Yeah, he knows what he's doing. But drugs are not the only things getting him rich, though..."
"Oh," she said, trying to keep her voice light. "He does more?"
"Yep," he said shorty, shifting a little as his pants no doubt were becoming a little tighter.
Jieun had to suppress a shudder when he started kissing her again on the same spot Jungkook had marked her before.
And he saw it. But couldn't do anything.
"Really?" she gripped the edge of the counter with one hand. "How does he manage so many businesses all at once?"
"He have us, his dealers. We do all the work for him."
"I assume these other things it's not legal either..."
When he didn't answer, Jieun forced herself to give a teasing bite on his ear. He hissed and chuckled.
"Nothing we do is legal, baby."
"I see..." she murmured. "And which one of these business pays more? Oh, what is it, actually?"
After giving her a small kiss below her ear, Kai withdrew, smirking. "I feel like I've been telling you too many things..."
Jieun breathed nervously but still smiling. "I like listening to you talk... your job kinda intrigues me."
"You wanna become a drug dealer too?"
"No," she answered a little too coldly, which caused him to raise an eyebrow. She smiled again and added, "I prefer the outcome better."
"Then I don't understand the reason for your curiosity about it."
"I wanna make sure where I'm getting at," she said, grabbing her glass and raising up to her mouth. "I need to know if your boss really has all that money you keeping saying he has... if you guys are really that good... I don't wanna end up with another Jungkook."
"Greedy, beautiful, expensive, and smart," Kai chuckled. "I think I'm falling in love."
"Well, you better not..." Jieun switched the weight of her leg, smiling darkly. "Like I said, we need to get intimate first," she passed by him, but he pulled her arm, trapping her there again.
"I know a way we can create this so-called intimacy faster."
Jungkook almost flew from his stool when Kai grabbed Jieun by the neck and clasped his mouth against her. Namjoon instantly stopped him by pulling him back.
"No, Jungkook, you're not going over there!"
The dealer looked dangerously at the man as if threatening him with his eyes if he didn't let go. "Hyung-!"
"Forget it!" Namjoon stated. "I'm not letting you screw this up again. She's there for a reason, and you knew this could happen one way or another."
It took everything in him to calm down and sit back. When he looked again, Kai was still kissing her, and it made him extremely sick.
He just wanted to throw up.
Jieun squeezed her eyes shut, drawing a sharp breath.
Kai got what he wanted — A kiss from her. And still didn't seem to be enough by the way his hands kept moving down her body.
She pushed him gently, ending their kiss and smiling awkwardly.
He was biting his lip, looking down at her. "Should we continue it somewhere else? I can take you to my boss's house... "
"Y-your boss's house?"
"Yeah," he drew back ever so slightly, letting his eyes drop to her lips, breast, and thighs. "There are plenty of rooms there... And I promise to tell you everything you wanna know."
Jieun swallowed, her heart hammering.
"Uh... yeah, I'd love to," she answered.
"Really?" he looked surprised.
"Yes, but not today... I have to wake up early in the morning... for an important quiz," upon seeing his expression, she returned to get closer, playing with his collar shirt. "I just came today because, well, I wanted to see you again."
Kai looked at her hand, then back up at her. "You like to keep a man waiting, don't you?"
She let out a weak giggle. "Always... Although you can be worth the wait."
He smirked in response, finally stepping back. Jieun wanted to scream in relief.
"Alright," he said. "Next time then."
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"He wants to take me to his boss's house," Jieun told both dealers after meeting them in the dark bathroom's hallway.
"That doesn't make any sense," Jungkook said.
"Why not? It's great," Namjoon retort. "With her inside, it'd be a lot easier to get what we want."
"They usually take hookers to a motel or something. Jin's house should be the last place he'd take her to."
"But you're forgetting that I'm not a hooker," Jieun shot back.
He sighed. "I know you're not, Jieun, but I'm just saying-"
"I'm going to wash his dirty smell off me," she cut him before he could continue.
Seeing that Jieun began to retreat, Jungkook murmured, "Tell BamBam I'm taking her back tonight."
"What?"
He looked at him, showing he wasn't kidding. "I said, tell BamBam I'm taking Jieun back tonight."
"But- Jungkook, you can't-"
"I can't be seen, I know," he said. "I have my car parked down the street. No one will see me."
"I don't understand, Jungkook. You want to get caught again?" Namjoon said in disbelief. "Do you have any idea about the risks you're taking? Leave this girl alone."
He passed by him. "Just go home, Hyung."
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As Jieun left the club and wandered down the street with Jungkook behind her, lust-filled eyes of several men shamelessly stared at her. A purposeful glare from the dealer was all it took to get the perverted jerks to look away.
She paused only when the car wasn't in the place where it was supposed to be. "Where's everybody?"
"I'm the one driving you home today," he answered, still walking straight ahead. "My car is down the street."
Jieun watched him with confusion, a frown rising on her brows. "Why?" by her tone, he figured she didn't like it at all.
But he kept on walking. "Because I am."
When she didn't move, Jungkook stopped and sighed. He turned around, finding her with her arms crossed, wearing that displeased look on her face.
"Or we can stay here all night. Whatever you want."
Jieun scoffed, poking her cheek with her tongue. She couldn't believe they were going to be alone again.
Taking a bus or train back to school by herself wasn't a good option at this time.
She looked at him again, hints of anger creeping into her own voice, "I hope this isn't one of your games."
He frowned. "Games?"
"Yes, games," she began to walk fast, passing by him, the boots' heels clicking on the cementer floor. "Are you planning on giving me another hickey to complicate my work next time?"
Jungkook just laughed at that. "Next time? After all that kissing, you still couldn't get any information from him?"
Jieun's stomach lurched as a hundred little butterflies took flight inside at the mention of the kiss. So, he saw it.
"It was one small kiss and I did get a few things," she answered as a matter-of-factly. "Seems like these people have more than just one business. Drug-dealing's not the only illegal job giving them money."
"He said that?"
"Yes. And I'm sure I'll found that out what it is..." she smirked to herself. "His boss's house it's probably where all the secrets are held."
"Wait..." his brows furrowed as he walked behind her. "You're not really considering-"
Jieun stiffened momentarily as she paused.
"Jungkook," she looked over her shoulder. "I did what you told me to do. I seduced him. Now, accept the fact that he liked me enough to invite me there."
"Mm-hm, and what do you think is gonna happen when he takes you to that house? That you two are having dinner? Watching a movie? You know exactly what he wants from you."
Luckily, it was late, and the street was deserted, which means Jungkook didn't have to worry about people or cops at that moment.
"I'll try to find out what he does..." she said quietly. "And leave before anything happens, but..."
"But if you can't, you'll stay till the end?" he sounded shocked, to say the least.
Jieun was silent, her back facing him.
"I still don't have what they want, do I? And your friend Lisa told me I needed to go as far as it was necessary."
"No..." he shook his head. "No, not you, Jieun. This is not your job."
"It's my job to keep my brother alive."
"Then find another way to make him talk!" he snapped irritably, his mood turning to sour at the mention of her sleeping with another guy. She was forced to turn. "He said all of these things, and you can keep finding out more! Why the hell do you need to go to this goddamn house?!"
"Because he won't tell me anything unless I do!" she cried, her anger building. "I hate having this guy touching me, Jungkook! If I go there, find out their dirty secrets, and hand it to your freaking boss, he'll pay me, and I'll be finally free from all of you! So, the sooner I get this over with, the better!"
Jungkook said nothing. He was panting, and he was angry.
"Stop acting like you care..." she murmured. "Stop acting like you love me when I know you don't."
He looked at her in disbelief. "How can you say that?"
"The hickeys... the jealously... everything... you're just trying to mark your stupid territory."
"It's that what you think?"
"Why else you'd go after me in the bathroom after flirting with some girl?"
"I did that because it was easy to-! Ok, you know what? You're right. I was just trying to mark my territory," then, he started to walk again.
It was pointless to explain it to her why he did that for. She obviously wouldn't believe any word that would come out of his mouth.
Jieun clenched her fist, hating that he was admitting.
After a deep swallow, she let the bitter words out. "It will be scary being with someone else at first. But who knows? Maybe he'd be better in bed than you!"
The dealer froze in the middle of the alley, where his car was parked just a few more blocks. What did she say?
"What did you say?"
Jungkook wheeled to her face, eyes burning with dark anger. At that point, Jieun had regretted everything she had said in the heat of the moment.
She was playing with fire.
"Nothing..."
Then, he chuckled weakly through his nose as the words were out before his brain could register them. "I'm not worried about that. You'd never come for another guy the way you come for me."
His heels turned again as she stared at him incredulously.
Her eyes narrowed, feigning a confidence she knew she didn't have. "Oh yeah? Well, fine! Maybe he will be better than you! Maybe he'll do things to me you haven't and will never be able to compare! And-"
The possessive way in which Jungkook walked back and yanked her body until it hit the alley wall with a dull thud, cut off her speech entirely.
He pressed himself against her, heat penetrating her clothes instantly. His eyes showed hunger and an anger Jieun had never seen before. He became blind with jealously, and she wondered if she'd gone too far.
"Get off me!" she pushed him only to have her both wrists pinned by his hand.
"Not until I prove you that I'm right."
Jieun barely had time to register the shiver that ran down her spine from his words before he fused his mouth to hers, hot, demanding, and utterly overpowering.
This should be enraging her, infuriating her to no end. But it didn't. Maybe for knowing he had lost his control because of her. For knowing that he wanted her this much.
For all the roughness, she felt like he was worshipping her.
"He won't be better than me, and you wanna know why?" he growled, his voice deep and low. "Because even though you say you hate me, I'm the only one who can make you moan like this."
The words sent another wave of heat through her already-burning body. She leaned her head back on the concrete wall, feeling him kiss his way down her neck as his hand pulled her leg to have it wrapped around his hip.
Her shirt was pulled so he could have access to her breast, and her skirt had ridden up, exposing dangerous amounts of thigh.
A wicked little grin lifted the corner of his mouth once Jungkook heard the moan he was waiting for before capturing her lips again in a bruising kiss.
Despite the wrangling attempts to get away, Jungkook could tell he was affecting her. His nose captured the scent of her arousal and gave a feral smile against her lips. He tore his mouth away, breathless, angry, and highly turned on.
"I watched everything... you can't bear him touching you... you can't bear when his mouth is running down your skin..." he grunted, his smile predatory and full of dark tone. "But you love it when it's me... he won't be able to make you wet the way I do..."
Without another word, his hand reached under her skirt to pull down her panties in one swift tug. That's what he tried but instead ripped them right out. Jieun was soaking wet, which just proved his point.
She gasped. "Jungkook!"
He wasn't thinking for himself anymore. He loved her, and he needed her, and dammnit, she wasn't close enough, he thought.
Her hands twisted above her head, "Have you lost your mind?! We're in the middle of the street!"
Jungkook panted, jerking down the zipper of his pants. He was so hard it hurt. "I can't wait another second."
Jieun was losing this battle, her back was aching for him, for his mouth, for his fingers, for his body. Her eyes closed shut as she felt his manhood press against her groin.
She whimpered when the tip of arousal parted her folds.
"I had your first," he breathed against her ear, gripping her outer thigh on his hip, his breath was hot and somehow sending her amazing shivers. "You're mine."
Jungkook thrust into her as he spoke the last word, impaling her deeply and evoking a pleasured cry. He squeezed her thigh harder, keeping her supported, dipping his head down to kiss her with a desperation of his own.
"Oh, God..." she moaned, eyes closing tightly as he continued to drive into her.
When he heard her weak throaty voice into his mouth, he groaned. Any blood that hadn't already headed south made it there with a flash of heat.
Right. Wrong. It didn't matter at that moment to neither of them.
His thrusts were hard as the animal in him took over. The memories of Kai having his disgusting hands on her body were still there, causing him to slam into her tight sopping heat possessively.
"Jieun... look at me."
There was a command in his voice. Powerless to resist, she opened her eyes and very nearly came at the sight of his gaze; darkness and lust... but also a hidden vulnerability there.
Jungkook wasn't doing this only to prove how much he could make her come undone under his touch. He wanted for her to see through him. Read him. Without the need to say any words.
Then, she shuddered, reaching her peak, silky slick walls clamping down around him as she cried his name. He loved it when she called his name.
His fingers dug into her soft flesh, no doubt bruising her, but Jieun was too wrapped up in the pleasure to care.
Jungkook didn't know if it was the way her body drained him or the passion in her voice but soon found himself exploding deep inside her in what had to be the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.
"You're mine..." he whispered.
Overwhelmed by his own feelings, he removed his hand from gripping her wrist and thigh and brought them to cup the back of her head, kissing her with everything inside of him.
If Jieun had thought any of his previous kisses had been filled with emotion, they held nothing compared to this one. Her hands went up to his sweaty, disheveled hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She felt as if he was pouring something of himself into her with each swipe of his tongue, each nip of teeth on her lip, and they way he covered her with his strong arms made her feel warm and protected.
But Jieun was terrified of what she was feeling. Of what he was feeling. Terrified of what was going to happen to her once they let go of each other.
"Jungkook..." she murmured, her voice brimming with sadness of what she had done.
Tears fell from her eyes, cutting wet trails down her cheeks, and Jungkook was once again cursing at himself for his helplessness. All he could do was to hold her closer and let her cry as she soaked his shirt and jacket, trembling in his arms.
He knew she was crying because it was him there — the guy who practically started all of this.
"Sorry... I don't know why I did this..."
Jieun sniffed softly, finally raising her head to look at him with those captivating reddish eyes. "I'm tired of hearing you apologizing to me."
He wiped her tears with his thumb before being shoved back by her.
"If you truly mean it every time you say it, then stop giving yourself more reasons to be sorry for!"
"Jieun-"
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she asked helplessly. "Getting over you was the hardest thing I had to do... and now you're here again, and I can't even-" Jieun shook her head, pressing her palms against her eyes. "Why can't you just get out of my life already?"
Jungkook clenched his fists. Never he had done something like this, something so irresponsible, so reckless. Not even in his single-young-and-wild days.
Jieun needed to hate him, and he realized that now. Because if she didn't hate him, she'd suffer a lot more. He wasn't making this easier for her, or for himself.
"I don't wanna sleep with someone else," she admitted when her sobs got controlled. "I'll do everything I can to prevent this from happening... but please stop torturing me... it's hard enough as it is."
Jungkook lowered his eyes to his feet, his heart twisting painfully, the sharp guilt hitting over.
He nodded, shoving his hand down his pockets. "I won't interfere anymore... I'll let you finish the job without me."
She wiped her last tear with her sleeve. "Yes, do that."
"Let me take you home, at least."
Jieun shook her head firmly. "No," she grabbed the ripped black panties over her left ankle. "I can take a cab."
He sighed, already expecting this. "Jieun, it's late... Jieun. Jieun!"
She kept on walking, ignoring his calls, and he watched her go, unable to do something about it.
While standing alone in that alley, he felt when his throat began to tighten, and his vision began to blur.
Jungkook never cried.
He didn't cry when his mother got sick... he didn't cry when he went to prison... nor when Jieun broke up with him there.
So he certainly wasn't going to cry now.
Even if, this time, he really wanted to.