Chapter 22

Jungkook POV

I caught a glance at her face and died.

Okay I'm kidding, but I nearly did.

Her expression was priceless!

Her cute cheeks were tinted pink and she looked flustered as hell.

I pretended not to notice anything and smirked internally.

Guess who's jealous at all the attention I'm getting?

I leaned heavily on Jinhee, taking full advantage of my hurt ribcage, just to get physically closer to her.

Her hair smells so good, like fruits, and I don't even want to move on to the topic of how her body is mostly pressed against mine as we headed out the door.

Her soft hands gripped onto my torso and my left arm tightly, so she was supporting me like how she would for an elder.

I smiled down at her concentrated face, thinking how lucky I was to have someone like her caring for me.

As we stumbled across my front lawn to the house, Jinhee grumbled, "Dude, you're not light you know. You could at least help support some of your own weight!"

"Oh I'll support more than that." I whispered in her ear, exhaling on the skin at the back of her neck on purpose, desperate to see if the adorable reaction I triggered just then would surface again.

Jinhee POV

"Oh I'll support more than that."

I shuddered when I felt his breath hitting the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine in momentary shock and excitement.

Wha...?!

Who does this kid think he is?

If he wants to play, I'll play with him.

I dragged his body into the kitchen and stood him in front of me.

I caught a glimpse of his darkened eyes and hungry expression, and almost exploded into a nosebleed on the spot.

Why is he giving me that look?!

Heck, the room just got a whole lot hotter with that gaze of his.

He stepped closer to me, trapping me against the kitchen counter.

He placed both muscled forearms on the edge of the counter, "What's wrong Jinhee? Cat got your tongue? Or am I making you so nervous that you can't speak?"

His hand trailed up my arm, sending tiny bolts of electricity across my frozen self.

He gripped onto my waist, rubbing my skin through the loose fabric of my shirt.

His low-neck shirt was hanging loosely around his collarbone, a bead of sweat dripped down his throat, causing the most obscene things I've ever imagined to form in my mind.

Get a grip on yourself

I started to take deep breaths to prevent myself from jumping the insanely sexy man before me.

"Should I help you get your tongue back out?" he breathed against my neck, head tilted so that he had full access.

And that was when I snapped back into sensible Jinhee.

Reaching behind me to find something that would help me get this perverted boy off me, I grasped onto the handle of what felt like a frying pan.

I decided to play along for a while.

Wrapping my arms around his gorgeous neck, I pulled him even closer and narrowed my eyes, speaking in what I hoped was a sensual manner, "Maybe I do need your help."

I watched as his eyes widened, and waited for some of the desire swimming in his eyes to fade away before I released his neck and brandished my weapon of mass destruction before me.

Mass destruction to Jungkook's ass.

How dare this little bunny try to dominate me?!

I raised the frying pan above my head and screamed, "Jeon Jungkook!" barrelling towards him at full speed directly after.

"Holy shi---"

The little scaredy-cat took off running into the darkened house shrieking his head off like he was about to die.

I raised my pan in anger and embarrassment and charge after him, straight into his room.

No sign of him anywhere.

I checked the bathroom and went out again.

Where is he?

I heard some scuffling from further up the corridor, and hurried towards it, making a mental note to beat Jungkook's ass up so bad that he wouldn't be able to walk or sit properly on Monday.

I creeped into his mother's room.

The metallic sound of the pan hitting the wooden floor boards was lost to my mind.

Because the chair, in which the Chinese man should have been sitting, was empty.

The wire that bound his hands had been sawn off and laid in a heap on the floor, a small mound of sharp string that the tiniest bit of blood was smeared on still.

Jungkook was on his knees next to the chair.

Hands shaking, body shuddering.

I can only imagine how angry he must be now.

That the only possible clue to his father's death and his mother's attack, had vanished into thin air while we were out for a very late dinner.

Taking cautious steps forward, I pressed my hands into his shoulder blades, squeezing them a little for comfort.

He turned to face me.

Instead of the rage-filled expression I was expecting, I was greeted with a vulnerability so raw that I felt like my whole world could tear apart.

Seeing the tears swimming in his eyes, spilling over onto his cheeks, I internally made myself a promise.

I would hunt down all those who put him through so much pain and suffering.

I'll make sure those who murdered his father are arrested and thrown into prison for life.

For I knew that my fondness of this boy had grown to not only as a friend, but as something more.

I realised that, I do have feelings for Jeon Jungkook.

"We'll find him and track him down. He couldn't have escaped by himself. We'll find them all Jungkook and I'll be here for you whenever you need me."