Jeon Jungkook, the punk who came to ruin me
After that, honestly, I don't remember much. I was dazed that I had confirmed that Jeon Jungkook felt the same way as me, and that we had kissed on a different level than just a kiss. After Jeon Jungkook finished his passionate kiss, he put the helmet he was holding on my head.
The helmet Jeon Jungkook put on me was black at the front, so I couldn't see his expression properly after we finished kissing. I vaguely remember his ears turning red and he was rubbing the back of his neck.
“Come on, I’ll take you there.”
“Uh, uh…”
We're not honest with each other. This one thing about us was so alike that I couldn't help but chuckle. Jeon Jungkook got on the bike first, and I stood there, dumbfounded. It was my first time on a bike, so I guess I should say I didn't know what to do.
“I heard it takes a lot of work.”
Jeon Jungkook looked at me blankly, shook his head, and dismounted. Then, he took off his shirt, tied it around my waist, and told me to just sit down.
So I straddled Jeon Jungkook's back, straddling his buttocks, and gently grabbed his waist with both hands.
“If I miss it, it’ll be a big problem, right?”
“Then what do you want me to do…!”
"Like this, hold on tight."
Jeon Jungkook seemed dissatisfied with my hand grabbing his clothes. He saw my hand, which had been gently holding his clothes, now rest directly on his waist. He flinched as I unintentionally wrapped my arms around his waist. But that only lasted a moment, as he embraced him with a smile on his face.
“…Let’s go. Hold on tight.”
The sight of Jeon Jungkook from behind was enough to touch my heart. His broad shoulders, his comparatively thin waist. The bike started up, and I tightened my grip around Jeon Jungkook's waist. I still couldn't properly see his expression.
It was quite late when the bike, which had been cruising along the road, finally stopped near my house. The bike's speed gradually slowed, and when it finally stalled, I felt a bit disappointed. Why had we arrived home so soon? But I put that regret aside and took off my helmet.
“Jeon Jungkook, this.”
Perhaps the regret was greater than I expected, as I couldn't bring myself to get off the bike, so I handed the helmet I'd taken off to Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook had already gotten off and was staring at me intently, and I rested the helmet I received on my bike head.
Gradually, my body began to heat up again. It's something I always feel, but whenever Jeon Jungkook stares at me, I... feel helpless. All I can do is blush and avert my gaze. That's all there is to it.
“My lady.”
”……“
"Kim Yeo-ju."
"why…"
“You won’t look at me?”
Jeon Jungkook is always like this. He makes people's hearts flutter with his casual affection, but sometimes he's so crazy affectionate. He'll never know how much that makes your heart race.
“I’m watching you.”
"Is my face that low?"
“…I really hate you.”
I know it all. Not only does Jeon Jungkook know me to a frightening degree, but he also knows me better than I know myself sometimes. He knows full well that the reason I can't meet his eyes right now is because I'm embarrassed. I didn't like the way he trailed off with a laugh. It felt like Jeon Jungkook was still teasing me.
“I like the female lead, but what should I do?”
It was a moment. Jeon Jungkook grabbed the tip of my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. I frowned as I forced my gaze into his.
“…Let go, when you say nice things.”
“What if I don’t do well?”
"Keep joking around,"
My voice, laced with annoyance, soon found itself swallowed by Jeon Jungkook's lips. It felt like I was the only one getting more anxious. I wasn't sure how much Jeon Jungkook had been in a relationship before, or how many times he'd kissed, but one thing was certain: Jeon Jungkook was adept at everything, making me feel like I was his own boss.
For some reason, I felt like I was losing to Jeon Jungkook. I'd never lost to anyone before. My pride was utterly wounded. I bit down on Jeon Jungkook's tongue, which was entangled in my mouth, with my teeth, pushed him away, and ran away.
“Phew… So cute, I want one.”
I didn't notice Jeon Jungkook laughing, shaking his shoulders, while covering his face with his hands as he watched me run away.
My face flushed bright red, and I pressed the keys in a hurry. I'd been typing the wrong front door code over and over again, and once inside, I cupped my cheeks with both hands and took a deep breath.
“Huh… Is this okay?”
I stood there for a long time, taking deep breaths without even taking off my shoes. It was to calm my still-pounding heart. Just when I felt I'd calmed down a bit, I opened my tightly shut eyes and saw an unexpected figure standing before me.
“Are you coming in now?”
A being who makes me nervous and tremble with just a single word. A being I can't speak to carelessly like I can at school or the academy. A being who is currently strangling me to the core. That's my mother.
Naturally, I assumed she'd be asleep by this time. Usually, when I came home from the study room at this hour, my house was cold and quiet, as if no one lived there. But today was different. Just knowing my mother was awake filled me with energy.
“It’s a little late.”
“Well… I came after preparing a little for the science performance assessment.”
My mother's voice, with its characteristically sharp, heavy tone, stabbed me. Even the way she looked at me now felt terrifying, and she had become someone I didn't want to meet. I took off my shoes, bowed to her, and was about to enter my room.
“Kim Yeo-ju, are you doing well?”
“……”
“I’m asking if I really don’t have to worry like I used to.”
My body trembled. At the same time, my mouth wouldn't open. I always did my best, always delivering the results my mother wanted. That was the only way I could escape her gaze... But now, I hated the restraints my mother placed on me, telling me to be careful. Now, it's to the point where my teeth chatter.
“It’s okay, I’m working harder than before.”
“Well… yeah. That’s what you said.”
”……“
"You have to do well, no matter what, heroine."
"… yes."
With trembling eyelids, hands, and legs, I quickly moved into the room. Only after carefully closing and locking the door did I let out an unsteady breath. No matter how many times I took a deep breath, my trembling hands still wouldn't calm down.
I sat there, leaning against the door, pondering deeply. Could I ever escape this place? Could I ever escape my parents' grasp? Could I ever... even have the strength? My head began to pound.
“…I miss Jeon Jungkook.”
As my head began to hurt, thoughts of Jeon Jungkook filled my mind. It was disheartening that Jeon Jungkook was the only person I could rely on, that he was the only thing I could think of at times like this. And yet, it was so contradictory to think that I liked Jeon Jungkook.
Even though I was stuck with Jeon Jungkook all day, it was a night when I missed him so much.
