when my eyes made contact with a set of too familiar dark eyes.

I quickly looked back down at my drink as I stood in front of Jungkook.
My stomach dropped and I felt small yet again. My god! How was it that just one look from Namjoon still caused me to react? Even though it was more disturbing now, it was still a reaction.
I hated the sickening feeling I got in my stomach and the dread that filled my chest at knowing that he was watching me.

Everything that he had done to me... and here he was, with his fiance and yet obsessed with me. What's strange though, was besides wanting to hurt him like he had hurt me, right now- I was so much more happier than I had ever been. Sure the circumstances weren't the best, but they were working themselves out.

Before me was a man that seemed to care for me and made me feel adored. Maybe even loved. I took another sip of my drink and then looked up at my husband's large form. His distinct brown eyes were still trained on me.

"Jungkook..."

"Yes?"

"Uh..." I looked back down, I didn't know what to say to him right now. Not when he was looking at me like that.

"Thank you for bringing me with you."

I felt his hand gently touch my chin and lift it back up so that I would face him again. Without any words, he leaned his tall self down and placed a gentle kiss to my lips.

It was a quick kiss, but I felt my knees want to buckle beneath me.

"That was returning the favor for the last mysterious kiss you gave me."

I couldn't speak. He chuckled. "That and I have to admit, I wanted to piss Namjoon off."

So he noticed that too. I felt a bubble rise from my chest and I let out a laugh. This man was something else.

"Care to join me at our table, Mrs. Jeon?"

"With pleasure, Mr. Jeon."

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Jungkook's POV:

I just couldn't help myself. She was so perfect before me, so beautiful, it was as if she was begging me to do so.
I couldn't believe I had actually kissed her during the party. Never before had I shown such displays of affection towards a woman, not even Jiyeon. Sure I might have held her hand at one point, but I had always refused to kiss her in public. Yet here I was initiating it with Y/N.

What was happening to me?

All of it, no matter how much I tried to deny it, felt so natural. Plus, Y/N seemed to agree with the actions, which only enticed me more.

"Jungkook?" Y/N's voice pulled me from my thoughts and caused me to looked at her once again.

"Hmm?"

"You alright?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Of course, why?"

"Well, you didn't answer me and were just... in another world."

Y/N rested her elbows on the table and folded her hands over so that she could rest her chin on them. Her grey eyes studied me closely and I cleared my throat.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something. What was your question?"

"What 'dance' were they just talking about?"

"Dance?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Yes. They just announced that after dinner there is a 'dance' and then just regular dancing after that."

Her grey eyes searched mine for an answer and I did have one.

But I had forgotten all about it.

Shit.

"I can tell you all about that dance." another, way too familiar voice chimed in.

My heart sank, and my stomach dropped with it.
I swear, just hearing that voice brought back horrible memories. As Y/N and I both continued to sit at our table, finished with our meal, both myself and her turned to look at the tall, money sucker whore.

"Jiyeon." I cringed.

Y/N's shoulders went back, her back went straighter, and I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that her hand began to mess with the bottom of her dress. Signs I had learned she did when she was nervous.
I guess Jiyeon made great first impressions after all.

"Well, hello Jungkook. Such a pleasure to see you again. It's been a while."

Her hair was elaborately done up in some kind of mess, her all too 'perfect' body clear for all to see with the slightly  tight dress she was wearing. Beautiful outside.

Jiyeon's too familiar blue eyes eyed me carefully, then glared slightly at Y/N with disgust.
Sure, her looks were amazing, and she was attractive, but just knowing her and knowing Y/N made me see much more clearly.

"I wish I could say the same." I grumbled and then focused on Y/N to see how she was fairing. Her rare grey eyes

weren't visible towards me as she looked off to the side.
Her expression speaking louder than words to me as she took a sip of her drink.

"You've met my beautiful wife Y/N?"

Y/N seemed to glance at me, worry and yet joy filled her eyes.

Looking up at Jiyeon I saw her frown slightly at the words, but quickly recovered.

"Ahh, yes, I do believe we have met once before."

As she crossed her arms under her breasts causing them them to lift and show off even more of them, she continued on with a disgusted look.

"The dance is a formal dance that we always do for tradition sakes. Something I'm sure, you uncivilized as you are, wouldn't know anything about. Which brings me to why I came over."

Jiyeon then turned her pretty sharp features towards me and flashed me a tempting look.

I cursed under my breath. "What is that?"
Leaning over towards me, and giving me a clear show to her cleavage, Jiyeon finally revealed her intentions.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance with me, you know, for old times sakes."

Just as I was about to tell her to fuck off, Y/N's voice chimed in and caused Jiyeon to glare her way as she stood straight back up.

"What kind of 'formal' dance is it? Tango? Foxtrot?"

I raised a brow, seeing how Y/N suddenly got the courage to speak to Jiyeon. Her grey eyes were suddenly confident and focused on my Ex and her posture tall and proud. She looked as if she was calm, but I could see that she could strike at any moment.

Damn.

I couldn't hold back my grin as the next conversation took place.

"Why would you care?" Jiyeon snapped, annoyed.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't matter what kind of dance it is, my husband would prefer to dance with his wife rather than dancing with a two timing, bitchy whore."

Jiyeon's jaw dropped a few inches, her eyes went wide and her face red.

"How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are talking to me that way!?"

Well, I was even surprised to hear those words.

"I'm the one who took in the treasure that you threw away. It's not my fault you don't know a good man when you see one."

Jiyeon gasped and raised her hand up as if to strike Y/N. We both were not expecting that. But before she could even make a move, I stood to my feet and grabbed her wrist within a split second. My eyes narrowed as Jiyeon looked up at me, her face showing fear and anger... and regret.

"Don't ever think you can strike my wife. Or talk down to her ever again. You lost your chance."

My voice coming out hard and cold. Anger in my own chest was wanting to pour out at the woman who broke my heart awhile ago. Yet, it was Y/N's presence and constant support that made me realize what it was like to truly be cared for.
Seeing Jiyeon after all this time did nothing for me. And touching her, as I was now, and even with her close from stopping her, I didn't feel a thing. I felt whole, like a man. Not like when I was alone with Jiyeon. I was always confident at work, but at home I was an insecure fool.

That didn't feel like me anymore.

When I realized that, I released her arm and watched her hesitate, then turn and storm off.
Maybe this wasn't a good night. Things were going to smoothly, yet here we were still having confrontations with our pasts.
Would Y/N want to leave after this? I still didn't want to turn around and rectify the situation, feeling at fault for putting her in this whole predicament.

I froze when I felt a small, tender hand slide into my own. I looked down at my fingers mixed together with Y/N's and then followed that body part with my eyes until I was met with grey eyes. I spoke the first words that came to mind.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

A tender smile formed on her lips at me.

"Are you going to ask me to dance?"

Was all she replied with. Was she really just going to ignore all that happened? Did she even know how to dance? With her body pulling closer to my own, I took it as a good thing. I should just give in and do what she asked. I knew the steps to the dance well enough, I could lead her if she needed me to.

"Would... would you like to dance with me?"

"With pleasure."

A few minutes past and after that, the announcement of the first dance. I continued to hold Y/N's hand as I led her towards the dancing area of the room.
Other couples joined in as well. God I hated his part. I wasn't a big dancer, since I usually took up too much room compared to others. Plus I didn't like all the cameras flashing around all of us as we went along.

And I wasn't the best dancer.

Like I said, I remembered the steps well enough, but that didn't mean much. It was always such a burden to have to subject myself to such torture. But here I was, now exposing myself to Y/N yet again.

As the nerves jumped around in my stomach, Y/N turned to face me as we finally stood on the dance floor.
A step closer.
She held up her arms.

I reached out and tucked one hand into hers and the other I placed on the small of her back. Her cheeks had a red tint to it, yet she stood there in confidence.
Did she know something I didn't?

"You sure you feel comfortable doing this?" I asked her.

She chuckled lightly. "It shouldn't be more difficult than a simple foxtrot."

"Simple?"

A grin then appeared on her lips. I raised a brow in curiosity.

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you."

Take it easy on me? Who in the world did I marry?