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Ch.7/ New Home.

The brightness of the phone screen hitting your eyes. 

You starred at the screen with a blank look reading his text message over and over again.

[Jungkook: Y/N I need to see you.] 

You starred at the text. 

Taehyung had left by now but you decided to meet up with Jungkook. 

He just needs to talk to me, Right?  You thought.

You messaged Jungkook back and you both were going to meet at the park.

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It was a cold night as you walked to the park. 

The side walk was frosted. 

The grass stiff. 

The air cold. 

You reached the fountain and waited for Jungkook to arrive. 

As you waited you couldn't help but think. 

Think about what Mr.Kim had said to you. 

Why me? Is there a reason he wants us to move in together so quickly? Why? 

You, countless of times asked why. 

You kicked an old can that was by your feet and starred at it as it rolled away. 

Then felt a warm hand on your shoulder. 

"Y/N"

Before you could even say hello, Jungkook had pulled you into his arms already. 

He didn't hesitate. 

He pulled you out of his arms for a moment to speak with you.

As he pulled you out of his arms you starred at his pale face. 

You could see sadness in his eyes. 

"I've missed you Y/N" he said softly. 

"Jungkook, Your married now. You should be spending time with your wife not with me." you said coldly. 

"I don't care about her." he said quickly without thought. 

"I care about you Y/N. Only you." 

He paused and gazed at you. 

"I love you." 

You had heard it once already. 

You gently pulled Jungkooks hands off your shoulders.

"Jungkook, We can't-" 

"I know" 

You starred at him as he gave you a smile. 

"Y/N I've had feelings for you for a while now." 

You shook your head.

"No, Jungkook. This is wrong. Even if you don't like your wife you should be with her." 

"I don't want to be with her I want to be with you." 

He rubbed his thumb on your cheek. 

You felt his warm breathe hitting you as he began to lean in. 

"Stop" 

"Hm?" 

"Stop" 

Jungkook was inches away from kissing you. 

He didn't stop. He couldn't resist you.

Before you could walk away he pulled you close. 

His arm around your waist, One hand placed on your cheek.