"Perhaps it is necessary..."

         Without warning, he locks his lips with mine.

         ...in my imagination.

      In reality, Jungkook chuckled and bent down to my eye level. Then, he simply patted my head.

      The atmosphere of the hotel lobby quickly became awkward since the crowds of people around us was expecting us to kiss or something else romantic.

      I scratched my head, nervously tapping my fingers against my leg.

       "Friend-zoned," some random teenager in the crowd coughed.

       Even Dahee and Carl looked confused with our behavior.
      "You don't kiss your girlfriend, Jungkook?" Dahee seemed puzzled.

      Jungkook shakes his head. "No ma'am, not in front of all these people. We're really not about public display of affection."

       He winks at me after saying so.

      Ahh, we're still keeping up the fake girlfriend and boyfriend facade in front of Dahee and Carl.

       I nod. "Yeah that's for us only...Now move along with your lives, everyone. Nothing to see here." I gesture to everybody in the lobby to stop staring and mind their business.

       They resumed with their previous activities, rolling their eyes at me and muttering "drama queen".

       Dahee and Carl also said their farewells and walked towards the direction of the hotel restaurants.
        Jungkook grinned. "I have to confess...the effort you committed to say bye to me...was really sweet. So thanks."

      I shrugged. "It's not a problem. So I'll definitely see you in a few hours?"

       He nods. "Of course. We got a company party to get to. Be sure to be ready by 5 PM."

"Yeah...alright. Good luck with work then." I wave at him.
Jungkook waves back. "Good luck with getting ready and taking care of your leg...I'll see you soon."

       He giggles and turns away, finally exiting the hotel.
       I sigh. Why am I so overdramatic and make a scene everywhere I go?

       Taking the elevator upstairs, I finally enter the suite.

I flop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling.

Why did I imagine that Jungkook kissed me?

It was probably a heat of the moment thing. So many people were expecting us to kiss-of course my imagination went wild and I thought he was going to please the people.

Or I wanted him to kiss me.

Grabbing the the pillow beside me, I scream into it to release my frustration.

I am such a terrible person. I'm dating Taehyung, well not officially-but we definitely had something going on.

And I definitely had something going on with Jungkook.

       I don't know if it was lust, love or liking but there is some unresolved tension between us.

But it was so wrong... I had just confessed to Taehyung about a week ago.

     So which boy did I lust? Or which boy did I love?

     Nah, it's probably lust for both... I rubbed my eyes.

      Taehyung seemed very sincere with his feelings towards me, but I only knew him for about two weeks. And I've known Jungkook for almost my whole life... but I definitely had no idea how he felt.

      Although I wasn't an expert in men, I wasn't a total buffoon either. There were some moments where Jungkook was totally flirting with me. But then again, he probably flirts with almost every girl at our school.

       Then I recalled to him saying he's seen tons of girls "shirtless". I shudder at the thought.

    I had to face it- Jungkook was a player. I was probably nothing to him but just another toy to use because he was bored. At least he kept me around, which was fine by me. I needed and wanted to be around him.

      And Taehyung... we had immense chemistry. Sure, the first few days of knowing him were creepy,  but quickly we became greatly attracted to each other.

      After I confessed he was my first kiss ever, he told me that I was also the first girl he ever kissed. Which means that we are each other's first and only kiss. It's just so...romantic.

      Did I believe him? Of course I did. What would Taehyung get out of lying to me?

      But then again, Taehyung is literally Satan's son. Committing sins to him may have been just as natural as breathing is for humans.

       But Taehyung was also half human. He shared the same mother as Jungkook. He went out of his way to convince me to help save his half brother, Jungkook. There is a side to him that contains empathy.

      I had to stay loyal to Taehyung. He's the first guy I had a huge crush on who liked me back. I didn't want to ruin all that just because of my temporary infatuation towards Jungkook. I had to keep my boundaries around him.

      But gosh, how was I supposed to? Tonight, I'm supposed to pretend that I'm his girlfriend around his friends and family... ugh.

      Who knew my feelings would be more complicated than saving Jungkook's life?

      But wait...although my feelings were more complicated, they definitely weren't the most important. I had to keep my eye on the mission.

      Despite how I felt towards either boy, I needed to make sure Jungkook was alive for a long time.

      Satan, Taehyung's father, wanted revenge against Jungkook's father for seducing his first love away from him. Satan's first love is both Jungkook and Taehyung's mother....

      Who has been dead for years after she took her own life.

       Does Taehyung even know about the fate of his mother? Does Satan know?

      They both had to...but why hadn't Taehyung told me about his and Jungkook's mother's death? Did Taehyung want Jungkook to tell me on his own time...?

       So many unanswered questions. But I had to stay focused on my task. Which was to keep Jungkook alive.

     And so how am I able to do that? By staying around him. Which means I have to convince everybody at the party, especially Namjoon and Jungkook's father, that I was his girlfriend. So they'll know I wasn't trying to fool or hurt Jungkook, and they'll leave me alone.

       I check the time. 12:05.

        I decide to text Bora.

Y/N: hey i know this is  
very late asking, but
would you want to
come with me
to a party?

Y/N: i really shouldn't
have asked last minute,
but it would be nice to
be with my closest
friend there.

Y/N: jungkook's gonna
come there with me...
i know you don't
trust him that much...

Y/N: sorry i've been
neglecting u lately.
these past few weeks,
a lot of weird stuff
has been going on. i'll
try to explain when
it's all over...
i promise.

     No response. I decided to fool around a bit until 2 pm and then take a shower. After I wrap a towel around my body, I apply the fast healing medication to my wound. Well, scar. The wound had completely closed and healed on my calf, and all that left was a huge mark.

       Ugh, I hate that Namjoon for shooting me. He's the definition of crazy.

         I apply lotion, and then some cheap makeup to my face. Nothing too extreme-just some BB cream, lipstick, mascara and blush.

      Time to to put on my clothing. I wore a simple short sleeved black dress that hit just above my knee. I combed my fuzzy hair nicely until it was tame. Finally, I slipped on black heels I got on sale.

Taking a deep breath, I finally looked in the full length mirror in the bedroom.

Wow, I actually didn't look ugly. I patted myself on the back.

But looking down, I noticed the huge scar on my leg. I could go to the party with it, but Namjoon would be there. The man who gave me the scar. I did not want to give him the satisfaction that he hurt my body and now I was marked.

Not caring if it ruined my outfit, I decided to wear black tights with my dress. I looked in the mirror, and it looked fine. And that damn Namjoon wasn't going to see the scar on my leg.

The time was 4:30. I sat down on the bed and used my phone for a bit. Bora didn't reply to my text messages yet, although it was indicated she read them.

      Someone knocked on the door.
      "Come in," I replied.

       Jungkook walked in and whistled when he saw me.

      "Oh, wow...not bad, y/n." He seemed impressed.

      I snorted and gestured to his attire. "Not bad yourself, kid."

Instead of wearing his usual white t shirt and timberlands, Jungkook looked dashing in a black blazer, a button up and slacks. His bowl shaped hair was slightly parted to reveal his forehead and eyebrows.

"No more coconut head, huh?" I teased his new look.

"Eh, I wanted to shake it up." He shyly lowered his eyes.

"Well I have to admit...you look decent," I complimented him.

"I have to admit...you look more than decent," He bravely looked at me from head to toe, back to my face. He bit his lip.

His gaze made me slightly uncomfortable. It was such a different way he looked at me. For years, I was so used to Jungkook being disgusted with my appearance. Just recently, I was getting used to him genuinely enjoying my presence.

But the way he was looking at me now...it was like...he was checking me out?

"Ready to go?" I breathily asked, placing my jacket around my arm. I needed to get out of this hotel room, fast. His stare just made me so uneasy.

Jungkook walked over towards me. He took my jacket from my arm and placed it on the bed. I slowly backed away until my backside was against the dresser.

"We're gonna go soon... I just have a present for you." He cocked his head to the side.

I gulped.

"What's the present?"