EDITED

*** A small warning, this chapter might be a little plain for some of you and I apologize for that.
I'm sad, with this chapter ;((

I just wanted to develop Mirae's uncontrolled feelings. I'm sorry if it does not sound dramatic or has no actions ***

Ch 31 | Sweet words

You and I
Forever and ever
—Unknown

Mirae |

Life is full of surprising things, happy things, sad things, confusing things. Miracle based things at why —so suddenly am I in the spot light with Jungkook.

He held my hands tightly, not caring that people were watching us. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even speak. I was pressured under everyone's stares, every person passing by.

Maybe thinking why is, Jeon Jungkook, son of a multi-millionaire leading a billion worth company —holding hands with a stranger, a low class, unknown girl.

Jungkook would look back from time to time with a plain expression. He didn't care about the stares, rather he was fixated at what he now blindly wrapped around his fingers with.

He was feeling King today. After he shot through an arrow at his prey, he proudly walked like he wiped out an army.

He didn't care about the sins the woman held behind their eyes, the unholy pleasure they secretly crave; in which God forbid for it is a sin.

He didn't care about the non-judged young girls, wearing the tightest clothes —squealing with their friends while fantasizing about him.

But... They kept their distance, not even daring to speak nor look at him in the eyes. It was the cold, monstrous vibe he gave.

The list of the infamous calls in Seoul has made an empty barrier between the people and him.

He loved it, he hates it. That he is crushing that bit of the wall for the burns of his wrenching heart.

He commanded through his earpiece and spoke almost with an inaudible, rough voice,
"shut down the mall, close down Section A and E, open back in 3 hours"

"Section A and E will be closed for today due to emergency encounters, please make your way out. Thank you" the telecom spoke clear and loud.

Instantly, an assistant followed, bowing respectfully at Jungkook in which he approved with the signs of his hard, green eyes.

He wore a brief commanding look, soon replaced with a neutral expression as he readjusted my palm sweating hands in his. All the times I realized how the lady refused to even look at Jungkook's eyes.

That's how highly trained and professional workers Jungkook hires. Thinking about all the minor mistakes I made, I can just imagine this lady's fate —or any other employees.

"Tell me whatever you like, if not gold but copper, I don't give charity cases sweetheart —consider it a gift" he looked at me leading me into an expensive looking shop.

Golden marble floor, arranged with dresses from the cocktail to the bachelorette. I followed Jungkook not look away at all the beautiful, expensive dresses.

"Pick whatever you want" he stated.

"P-pick w-whatever, I don't really need anything" I mumbled.

"I'm sure you don't have a dress for the party we're attending in two days. Importantly, for yourself, I think you have not forgotten about the dinner you promised" he smirked speaking softly as he held my waist close to him.

His deep rough voice, his hood, it suddenly got me a heavy sweating mess.

"I-uh, Jungkook let go"

"Lead on sweetheart, we're not going back to square 1, I started whatever I wanted for so long and I'm not dying without finishing it" he placed a small kiss at the back of my hand whilst giving me a daring look through the dark lashes of his eyes.

The simple gesture made my insides stir. Jungkook smirked putting his hands on his pockets.

I blushed scarlet, pulling my hands tight, to my chest.

I can still feel the chaste kiss on my knuckles.

I walked through the racks of clothes and dresses, there wasn't a simply in the numbers of the price tag. It was filled with lots of zeros.

All of the designs, they were Mrs. Jeon's, as expensive as it looked. I don't think it's easy for a normal person to buy them without saving up money for a couple of years.

My hands stopped on a beautiful, baby bluish dress, filled with small little pink flowers. Decorated from the collar to the side of the chest. It was a beautiful piece, instantly I checked the price.

Boy was it expensive.

"Maybe a few more wouldn't hurt" Jungkook muttered, literally, stuffing all the dresses in the hangers even the one I saw.

I widened my eyes seeing him.

He piled it in the poor lady's arm. Every piece of dress that I touched, he collected ALL of them.

"We're done in here," he said turning to the lady "pack them properly and send it to my house"

"Do you need anything else?" He asked me.

"W-what I didn't even– I don't need that many dresses?"

"Any pieces of jewelry?"

"What- No, I don't understand why you should buy all them —they're not needed. I have some at home..." I cut him off.

"I thought it wouldn't be a crime to buy someone something, is this a crime now?"

"No, is just" I sighed tucking my lose hair behind my ear, the simple gesture, Jungkook followed "I just don't want you to waste all that money-"

"If it's my money, It's my choice on who I want to spend on"

He's not making any difference, is a lot of money.

His whole attitude suddenly —is so freaky fabulous. His characteristic was freaking horrific —now suddenly he's so flipping gorgeous.

It's hurting me... He's not Kookie anymore. He's not that little boy, he's not. Not anymore.

He's that man that corrupted my mind and heart. I hate myself for that, I fall into the beast's den —there's no escape.

Not anymore.

Even my brain is telling me something else. How can I possibly make him happy, it will be hell for him if –if he's with me.

I don't mind... But it seems desperate to the netizen's eyes.

I'll seem desperate to them.

An unforgivable gold digger.

I stared sadly at Jungkook, his expression fall —searching into my eyes.

I just wanted to cry, I'm admitting the sinful love that's bottled up in my heart has found his. I'm probably an embarrassment to people's eyes.

To my parents —but I always was. And still am. For mother.

"Don't. Please, you can do better Jungkook-ah and you know what I mean, stop going... There"

"Why, why is it a sin? Why can't I do it but anyone else can..." He whispered closing the gap with me.

There was no one around, just him and me.

"Stop."

"I'll show you, you're adequate for me. No one in this world can be compared to that–" he chuckled lightly, cupping my cheeks. The palm of his thumbs lightly swayed circles on my cheeks.

I closed my eyes, trying not to give into the feeling.

"You don't believe me do you..."

"I- ...no" I responded plainly.

It was empty, no one was at this mall —everything was clear. The empty floors ravished only of luxury, branded clothes, crystals.

Jungkook laid his head on my shoulder, not saying anything.

•••

Everything is suddenly too much to take. So fast, so quick. Everything in an instant, why?

The greasy wet streets reflected mine and his body, walking through the crowds of people. No one cared, the busy street walked and walked to their own worlds.

The soft rain continued down, not an umbrella above us. I was behind him, crossing the road like birds diving into the cloudy sky. It seemed forever but the comfort was there.

Foreign.

Strange.

Sinful.

Yet... Intoxicating.

He brought me to a fancy, old looking shop. It was beautiful, as soon as we went in, the warm air engulfed us. The smooth feeling of the freshness hit my skin.

We went upstairs, no one was present. Each table was decorated beautifully —we sat in a small rounded table. It was so small, I just knew the reason —perfect enough for warm cozy days.

The weather wasn't nice. Though in my eyes, the rainy seasons are the best. Its energy to the wild and nature.

No rain no flowers.

A tender elderly lady came up serving us tea. I politely thanked her as she went back down.

I stared into the warm, light green solution going in circles. The crystals melted so swiftly almost imitating my heart. I just want a distraction.

"Mirae-ah" I heard his velvety voice.

Such a sickly sweet feeling.

I refused to look at him. Suddenly I knew the reason, I know where he's going. He isn't giving up. It makes me happy, but my eyes betray too much.

I'm afraid. I'm a coward for thinking of the society.

It scares me.

Society is scary. People are scary.

I'll be judged.

It will kill me.

"Sweetheart, nothing will happen to you," he said with a promising voice.

"Don't see me like him, that child's gone from a long time ago. Time goes fast Mirae-ah I'm grown and an adult. I can make my own choices and some of them —you can't change them..." He started, I bit my bottom lips trying to contain my stupid tears.

Why is he suddenly–!

I never minded his behavior to the pit of my core, he's just making me more vulnerable for him.

He's much an angel masked as a devil.
I hate him. I hate that.

I felt his warm hand touch mine, his fingers possessively interlocked with my own.

"It's my responsibility –for the first time I want to feel what I never wanted. I don't want you to burden, to take everything upon your shoulders. I don't want you to take everything at your own fault" his voice was like a needle, threading the parts of a destroyed cloth.

"I can't, I don't want to believe you..."

I heard him standing up, sitting on a chair next to me.

"Once upon it was an angel I thought I imagined. She was beautiful, she didn't have the flows as other girls did. She wasn't anything near stuck up, she was special with her own flows. Maybe someone easy to take advantage of –easy to take advantage of her kindness" who is he speaking of?

Not me...

"She was unlike anyone. Spoiled royalty? She wasn't anything like me. An angel, a beautiful angel was she"

"Then you don't need me" I cut him off with a harsh tone.

"Such a grind of memory, I remember fondly, a small child yet to be able to talk, I don't think is that easy to remember so fondly. I was bound to her beauty the minute I laid my eyes on her. It was impossible, impossible because it was not natural —natural to remember such vivid memory" he whispered softly.

His voice filled the quiet room.

The steam of the tea filled the air with a fresh scent.

His words hurt more than it did before. Why is he showing me the other sides of him!

Am I an idiot? Why would he be talking about me? He has only ever met me when he was 6.

"Don't start all over, please s-stop" I breathed out trying to calm my nerves.

The thumb of his hands run circles on my hands. His body emitted a good amount of heat making me feel oddly comfortable.

"You can't love someone without pain. Even the people I share blood with —I can't stand them without destroying a whole room. I already fell into darkness maybe taking someone with me wouldn't be ...lonely anymore" he muttered.

A painful chuckle left him, he sighed.

"I was already born like that. It cannot be changed sweetheart —I'm sorry, that you hate me so much"

"I'm not hating you, rather is the opposite," I thought.

I wanted to hug him so badly at that moment.

He bit his lip, running his other hand on his face. He genuinely seemed warned out —I could see through him he was tired of fighting with his mind.

"Then why are you trying, why are you playing with the cords of my feelings" — "It hurts Jungkook, it hurts to think of you like that —my sin, my fault, my mistake of being out of control. I just–"

"Love, look at me" his voice warmed my heart.

The small nickname triggered my heart badly —it beat for him.

No matter how much I try, it's useless.

His hands held my chin softly. I stared at him, a single streak of tear run down my left eye.

Why I'm I doing this! It's the reality I wished my heart never took part of.

His green eyes were filled with unmasked emotions. He gave up in front of me. I saw what I don't want to see in his eyes, but it only increased the feelings bottled up for him.

"You're such a beautiful weakness my heart feels for you. You're such a beautiful fallen angel, it kills me to not touch your delicacy"

"Believing is hard, saying is easy..."

He smiled looking at my lips then back into my eyes.

I was enchanted by his eyes, his beautiful features. His sweet words.

"May I kiss you?" He whispered I felt his hot breath fanning over my mouth.

If that's the second time let me just feel that big of sin again.

I closed my eyes giving up.

I should just let my heart guide to my destiny.

He gripped my head placing his lips over mine. Time and time again, I can't believe I'm enjoying it. His soft lips pulled with mine dangerously and hungry of love.

I moaned consciously pulling him closer, his arms slid around my waist running his hands in soft circles. I felt his mouth in mine, infatuated and hot.

I felt the warmth and softness of his. His manly, ravishing scent made me feel at daze. Shamefully, admitting the sin I'm craving.

His hands locked into the strands of my hair, he leveled further pulling me to a hungry French kiss. I snaked my arms around his neck tasting heaven. If only I knew he was that hard and aggressive of a type.

He pulled away, both of our breath ragged and hot, the moisture coated on his swollen lips cleared out at the small session he pulled me under.

I was dreaming a beautiful dream.

What have I done...

"I may have fallen into ruin"