Jeon Jungkook, the punk who came to ruin me
The moment I realized I had developed a more special relationship with Jeon Jungkook, my affection for him grew even higher. Even though I was snuggled up next to him all day, I wanted to be with him even longer. Once I got home and locked the door, I'd be glued to my phone all night.
Even when I was perfectly fine, there were moments when I burst into laughter and felt genuine happiness. I found myself a bit surprised. When I first met Jeon Jungkook, I was a very dull person. But with just one Jeon Jungkook entering my life, everything changed.
Maybe I like this feeling. It feels like my life, which had flowed according to a daily, structured schedule, is slowly becoming unstable. Perhaps that's why my relationship with Jeon Jungkook felt so thrilling. For me, even this relationship felt like a deviation.
It's the same now. Late at night, after soaking in warm water, I gathered my coat when I heard Jeon Jungkook was near my house. At this hour, I never went anywhere except the study room... All the changes in my life made my heart flutter.
“Should I take this out?”
Going to Jeon Jungkook's house was harder than I thought. Running into his parents, whether leaving or coming home, would be incredibly embarrassing. I was wearing a hoodie over my short-sleeved shirt, debating whether to change into my shorts. Suddenly, a bag caught my eye, and I forgot all about pants, mulling over them for a moment.
In the end, my choice was to take my bag and leave. I was still afraid of my parents. They were the kind of people who would make me shiver just by meeting them. Just in case we ever ran into each other, I grabbed my backpack, which I always carried, and walked cautiously out of the house.
"jungkook jeon-."
It was late, so I couldn't raise my voice, so I wandered around the quiet street, calling out to Jeon Jungkook. I felt like a thieving cat, scanning the area, but my heart raced at the prospect of meeting him.
“Kim Yeo-ju, here.”
Jeon Jungkook was standing with his black bike under a streetlight in an alley near my house. Perhaps he heard me calling his name, and he waved at me.
“What are you doing at this hour?”
"I told you, I miss you."
“……“
“What else can you tell me?”
As soon as I spotted Jeon Jungkook, I ran towards him. He grabbed my waist with both hands, lifted me up, and sat me down on his bike. We started talking, even though we didn't have to.
Sitting on my bike, I gazed at ourselves beneath the streetlights, and a strange thought occurred to me. The wind blowing, the deserted alley, the streetlights illuminating us. I loved this atmosphere, and I wished time could just stand still for a moment.
“If you want me, I’ll do more.”
No matter how many times I think about it, Jeon Jungkook is incredibly mischievous. Knowing me so well, he only does things if I say them, and it feels like he's trying to appease me by promising me candy if I complete a given mission. I really liked this atmosphere. That's why I decided to let Jeon Jungkook do whatever he wanted.
“…I want.”
The moment my lips dropped, Jeon Jungkook gave me a satisfied smile. Then, he sidled up to me, placed one hand on my thigh, and cupped one of my cheeks with the other.
“Actually, I came here with a bit of a cheeky idea.”
"uh…?"
Jeon Jungkook's hand, which had been cupping my cheek, gradually moved toward my ear, tucking my hair behind it. I gulped at Jeon Jungkook's touch, and he stroked my reddened ear with his hand.
“Can I kiss you?”
My heart pounded like crazy. My eyes met with Jeon Jungkook's, who was asking if he could kiss me, and his movements froze. He was waiting for my answer. I placed both hands on Jeon Jungkook's shoulders, which were pressed against mine, and then I locked lips with his.
As our eyes naturally closed, the pounding of our hearts, whose names I couldn't quite place, enveloped us. Once the kiss began, it was so passionate that it showed no signs of stopping for a while.
