TARGETED✔ |BTS JUNGKOOK FF|

II

"What the hell are you doing here, Jeon Jungkook?" I said with anger in my voice. I knew that I was rude to him, especially when he was my boss's friend, but he had no right to startle me like that. He chuckled slightly and put his hands in his pockets, leaning his back on the wall and looking at me straight in the eyes. "Is this how you talk to the Ceo, y/n?" he said in a challenging way, making me burn in anger. God! What have I ever done in the world to be put in this kind of situation? I only want one thing, my wish is to have one chance to punch his face, and I won't ask for anything more than that. I sighed, trying to calm down as much as I can and showed him the best smile I could afford for the moment. "I'm sorry for being rude, Mr. Jeon. How can I help you?" I said, looking at him straight in the eyes with a fake smile on my face while my eyes were killing him in more than one way. He nodded his head in satisfaction, and I just rolled my eyes at how arrogant he was. He moved closer to me and bent down to my eye level, bringing his head closer to mine. I walked backward, trying to keep some distance between us, but whenever I took a step backward, he was making a move forwards until my back came in contact with the door. He placed his right hand on the door next to my head, and his other hand was still in his pockets, this scene was way too familiar to me that I hoped it will not get any further. He didn't do anything, only looking at me for quite some time already, until he finally decided to speak and enlighten me about the situation.

"I'm being targeted, and I need your help y/n" he finally said. I blinked once, then twice, and I finally understood what he said. I wasn't really a nasty person, and I had no reason to be mean to him since he has never done anything terrible to me, except scaring the hell out of me. I pushed him away from me and searched for the keys in my pocket, I unlocked the door and got inside the house, leaving the door wide open. Jungkook just stood there without doing anything, and I sighed. "What are you doing standing there? Get inside, you're welcome in the house," I said, and he smiled, entering the house and closing the door behind him. I went towards the kitchen and placed the bag on the counter while Jungkook went around the house, discovering every room.

"This is where you live?" he asked, and I nodded at him. "Well sorry, it's not as spacious and beautiful as your mansion, Mr. Jeon," I said not looking at him, only concentrated on making a meal since my stomach was crying from how hungry I was. "No, I really like it, and it feels more secure than my house, to be honest." He said, and I turned around to see his expression, and for the first time in ages, he had a soft and gentle facial expression. I couldn't help it, and I let out a small chuckle, making him look at me with a questioning stare. I just shook my head, acting like nothing happened and went back to cooking. I was so concentrated that I didn't hear the footsteps getting closer to me until I saw him leaning on the counter, watching me. "Why did you agree to help me when you hate me?" he asked all of a sudden, and I dropped everything. Was I that obvious? I didn't really know what to say, and I also didn't know the answer to his question, why did I help him when I hate him a lot? I knew that I had no answer to his question and I just hoped he will find it on my behalf. "Did you help me because I'm a Ceo?" he asked, and I shook my head, I wouldn't help you even if you are the Ceo, that's definitely not the reason. "Did you help me because you're too kind to turn someone down?" he asked, and I shook my head for the second time, knowing that my kindness has limits. "Or you decided to help me because I'm your childhood friend?" he asked and finally I found the answer, I slowly nodded, remembering how happy I felt when I saw him smiling gently a few minutes ago, I missed his old self, when he was kind and sweet. Jungkook and I were childhood friends, we liked to be together a lot, and we used to spend most of our time with each other's company. But after his father decided that Jungkook needed to become a man, we didn't see each other for a while, and when we finally did, he ignored me and acted like he doesn't know me that's when I started hating him.

When I thought that the discussion was over, I went back to cooking. I really didn't want to talk about the past, especially when I remember how we were before and what we became now. I don't know why I decided to help him even though he turned his back on me before, but I knew that I wouldn't gain anything from holding a grudge against him. "You know why I asked for your help, right?" he asked, and I nodded in response. Yes, I know what he wanted me to help him with. He wanted me to keep him safe in my house since he is targeted, he is the suspect N°1 for the murder of his father because of the hate he had towards him, and I honestly find this stupid, hating someone is not a real reason to be accused of murder. While I was lost in thoughts, I felt a pair of arms holding my waist and a chin placed on my shoulder.

"I really missed you, y/n."