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Jungkook

I left Taehyung in our room and joined Jimin in the kitchen.

Without giving Jimin any warning, I pulled him away from the oven and twirled us around. He looked surprised at first but quickly let out a laugh.

Coming to a stop, I hugged him tight before letting go, "I see everything went well," he remarked.

"Yes. It was perfect. Jimin, he is simply amazing," I gushed in utter contentment, "Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him but I'm selfish, I don't want to be without him."

Jimin smiled, his pixy face glowing with happiness, "I'm so happy for both of you. Don't give up on Taehyung, okay?"

Shaking my head, I promised, "Never."

It was a promise I was going to hold close to my heart.

He was mine and I was going to fight for him every day.

"I'm surprised you came down so fast."

Jimin raised an eyebrow at me before going back to the oven to remove the roasted chicken.

"Umm…yeah about that. Itoldhimhecanttouchmeforthreedays," I said the words so fast they ran together before snapping my mouth shut in embarrassment.

"Huh?" Jimin asked, confused.

Sitting on the stool, I cleared my throat before speaking again, "I told him he can't touch me for

three days because I was still mad."

Jimin stared at me for a second before bursting into loud laughter, "You're withholding sex? Oh

my gad, this is priceless."

I shrugged, "It's for two days now. He tried to bargain with me."

"Of course. This is Taehyung we're talking about, I'm surprised he even accepted two days."

"It was a hard bargain," I agreed.

"I'm proud of you, babe," Jimin said, his chest puffing out proudly. "Taehyung needs to know what he did was wrong and won't easily be forgotten."

I nodded and helped out. Jimin and I switched to small talk about anything and everything when I heard a very familiar voice.

My back straightened and I saw Jimin freeze.

The voice came closer, I held my knife tighter.

Nayeon.

What was she doing here?

I saw Jimin glaring at the doorway and I took a deep breath, then I heard her.

"Jimin," she greeted. "I just need a glass of water."

Jimin didn't reply, turning around on my stool, I faced her. She was wearing a pretty tight black dress that barely came to mid-thigh. Her red heels were pretty tall I wondered how she walked in them. Her blonde hair curled beautifully around her shoulders, face glowing, lips dark with a red coloured lipstick.

In other words, she looked gorgeous.

Nayeon looked at me up and down, sizing me up before scoffing, rolling her eyes. "I'm surprised you're still here," she mumbled.

"What?" I asked, placing the knife down on the counter.

"After what you saw, I thought you would be all butt hurt and you would be running away in embarrassment," she replied frankly.

"I'm still here," I said.

"I can see that. But for how long? None of his fuck buddies lasts very long," she shot back.

"Except me." Nayeon flipped her hair over her shoulder and levelled with a look.

Was she serious?

I saw Jimin glaring holes into Nayeon from the corner of my eyes. Oh, Jimin's scary when angry.

"Oh well, it's not like he'll still be interested in you after a few weeks." She shrugged.

"Why do you say that?" I asked as calmly as I could.

Deep inside, I felt slightly embarrassed but that wasn't what I was trying to control. It was the anger boiling inside of me that I was trying to keep at bay.

Giving her my best smile, I waited for her answer.

Nayeon scoffed, shaking her head, "Have you seen yourself?"

Confused, I looked down at myself, "I see myself every day in the mirror," I mumbled.

"You are so… stiff," she said through gritted teeth, "Do you think you can keep Taehyung interested for long?"

"That's enough, bitch!" Jimin growled on the side.

"Oh please. I'm just speaking the truth. Truth hurts, doesn't it?" Nayeon snapped back. Turning toward me again, she continued to hurl her insults.

"You are so plain. Stiff. Looking at you, I can already say you are probably a shit lay. Taehyung needs someone adventurous. Someone who can keep him on his toes. Someone who isn't as frigid as you."

Calm down, Jungkook.

Take a deep breath.

It's okay.

Nayeon's just trying to hurt you, don't let her win.

"You little-" Jimin started saying, but Nayeon talked over him.

Walking closer to me, she continued. "Do you think he would leave me for you, someone he had just met?"

My hands tightened into fists and I stared blankly at her.

"I'm more like him. We have always been compatible. In bed and outside the bed. Whether he is fucking me or if we're just working."

Jealousy was a red haze in front of my eyes.

And so much anger.

She licked her red lips and then smiled. The smile wasn't friendly at all. It was mocking me, daring me to prove her wrong.

"I've known him for years, and he always comes back to me. Taehyung always comes back for more. And when he's done with you, he will be back in my bed. You will be long forgotten, like every other stupid woman in his life."

That's it. I have had enough!

Quickly standing up, I caught Nayeon by surprise, she took a step back, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. I reached across the counter, my hand blindly reaching for something.

Anything.

Too bad, my hand caught the cake Hae-sook had baked this morning.

Everything happened so fast then.

One second I was standing in front of Nayeon while she glared at me, the next, the cake was planted in her face.

She squealed and took several steps back, the cake falling from her face to the floor. Nayeon swiped her hands over her face furiously. "You fucking bitch. You're going to pay for this."

I didn't give her a chance to react, bending down, I grabbed the leftover cake and smashed it in her face again, "You. Stupid. Ugly. Bitch!" I growled as I smearing it all over her beautiful blonde hair and face, punctuating every word.

***

My loud voice resonated in my ears and rang around the room.

I never swore.

Ever.

And I had never been this mad before.

I was seething, my heart pumping fiercely with the need to exact revenge on the woman standing in front of me.

How dare she? She not only insulted me but Taehyung also.

Nayeon insulted what Taehyung and I had.

Our relationship was not perfect but our feelings for each other were pure.

I wasn't going to stand there and watch someone else taint it.

Nayeon's face was covered in chocolate cake… my favourite cake. Hae-sook had baked it for me, for a moment, I felt a little sad that it got spoilt but the anger… my body was shaking with it.

I was blinded with anger.

All I could hear were Nayeon's horrendous words.

She tried to reach for me, I quickly stepped out of the way and reached for her hair, wrapping my fingers around the strands that weren't spoiled by the cake.

"Let go of me!" she yelled.

My fingers only clenched tighter.

"Don't you ever speak about my relationship with Taehyung like that," I hissed in her face. "You are wrong and blinded by your hatred to see what Taehyung and I have. Maybe if you open your heart just a little, then you will understand what love is and how pure it is."

"Love is stupid. And you're stupid to think Taehyung loves you. He can't love. He doesn't know how to love," she snapped back.

"You are wrong again." My fingers fisted in her hair, and I pulled her face closer to mine.

"Everyone says he's heartless and I have seen the man behind the cruel monster. He might be hard and ruthless…" I paused, thinking about Taehyung and his confessions.

I thought about all his sweet words, kisses, and gentle caresses.

Looking back into Nayeon's furious eyes, I continued, "But he can love. I believe in him."

"And that will be your first and last mistake," she replied, her harsh laughter ringing in my ears cruelly.

My patience had been hanging on the end of a small thread and it just snapped.

I was blinded by a sudden rage, it tasted bitter but surprisingly satisfying.

"My mistake would be listening to your hateful words."

Before she could say anything else, I was dragging her out of the kitchen, pulling her by her hair.

"Let go of me!"

Nayeon screamed, her voice loud in the estate, her fingers wrapped around my wrist, her nails digging almost painfully into my skin. I winced but didn't let go. She scratched me and when a stinging feeling spread across my wrist and arm, I knew she had drawn blood.

Ignoring the burning sensation, I finally reached the main doors, which were thankfully already open. I dragged and pushed Nayeon out, releasing my grip on her hair. She tripped and fell on her knees before quickly standing up, turning to face me, she was seething with anger that her body was shaking with it.

"Don't come back and stop spouting your hate and insecurities on others. You have not only insulted Taehyung and me, but you have also insulted yourself in the process. Be with a man who can love you and make love to you, not with someone who will only fvck you and then leave you to sleep with others! That's nothing to be proud of!"

At my words, I saw Nayeon sombre up a little, just a little. It was for but a fleeting moment. Her lips twisted ruefully, and even though her face was covered in cake, I still saw the glare she was sending me.

"Oh please, I don't need your lectures. What are you? A saint?"

Shaking my head sadly, I let out a small, remorseful laugh.

She was hopeless.

"No, I'm not a saint," I paused, my own words catching me by surprise.

It was true, I was no saint.

I was a liar, betraying the trust of the only man who made me feel something. I was betraying the trust of the family, who in many ways adopted me. The guilt was almost unbearable, my heart aching with it.

I almost ran inside to go and tell Taehyung everything, but my feet stayed rooted in the same spot.

The fear of the unknown was something bitter and scary.

"No, I'm not a saint," I repeated, looking at Nayeon, "But I do know the difference between love and hatred. Pain and love. Kindness and cruelty. But you don't understand. You chose hate above love and kindness."

Giving her a final look, I took a step back so that I was inside the house again, "Again, don't come back.

Stay. Away. From. Taehyung."

I punctuated each word, trying to make her understand that I was serious.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" she taunted.

Sending her a glare of my own, I placing a hand over a hip and raised an eyebrow, "I will do worse than throwing a cake in your face and dragging you out. Don't test me, Nayeon. I don't know my own anger and what I can do. You don't want to be an experiment."

"Mark my words, Taehyung will come back to me," Nayeon bit out, hoping her words would be a

slap in my face but they didn't hurt, I knew the truth.

I trusted Taehyung.

"Taehyung doesn't want you. He chose me."

Taking a deep breath, my lips tilted up in a small smile at the thought of him. Without seeing her reaction, I closed the door in her face.

A sigh escaped my lips as I turned around then stopped at the sight of everyone standing there.

Seokjin, Yoongi, and Jimin were standing in the living room, staring at me in absolute shock. Jimin had a huge smile on his face, he was practically vibrating with happiness.

Seokjin shook his head, a smirk in place, it was obvious he was trying hard not to laugh, "Remind

me to never piss Jungkook off," he said with a fake cough, "Damn, the kitten has claws."

Yoongi simply nodded, his face expressionless as always.

"That was epic!" Jimin squealed, "Oh my gad, babe! Yes! I feel like a proud papa. My boy has grown so much."

Jimin squealed proudly, I stared at my hands in astonishment when the realization finally dawned at what I had done.

I was still reeling from my encounter with Nayeon when Jimin came over and hugged me, "You were amazing and showed Nayeon her place."

What was I supposed to say?

"Umm… thank you?"

Jimin laughed, shaking his head at my obvious bewilderment, Seokjin sent me a nod before walking away, Yoongi following closely behind him. Jimin started to pull me toward the kitchen, and that was when I noticed Seung Won and Hae-jin standing on the stairs.

Seung Won's eyes were focused intently on me, following my every move.

I shivered under his intense gaze, Seung Won and Hae-jin weren't staying in the estate and I barely saw them and whenever they were here and we came across each other, I always felt their eyes on me, watching me.

Sometimes, it felt like they could see the real me like they knew who I was.

I could see and feel the distaste in Seung Won's gaze, he hated me, although I didn't understand why. Whenever they were in the house, I stayed far away. As far as I could, without drawing attention to myself.

Quickly looking down, I avoided looking into their eyes and hurried into the kitchen.

"Poor cake, though. It got spoiled on her ugly face. The cake didn't deserve it."

Jimin's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down at the mess.

"Do you think Hae-sook will be mad?" I asked, pushing the thought of Seung Won to the back of my mind.

"Oh, I don't think... I know Mom will be mad."

Uh oh.