Episode:04

Jungkook and jhope had been bestfriend since they roomed together at Thayer eight years ago, and jungkook had joined my family for Thanksgiving and assorted holidays every year since, but I still don't know him. Jungkook and i don't talk unless it had to do with jhope or passing the potatoes at dinner or something.

"Yes."

Okay , then . guess small talk was out.

My mind wandered toward the million things i had to do that weekend. Edit the photos from the Grayson's shoot and, work on my application for the world youth photography followship, help jhope finish packing after ---

Crap! I'd forgotten all about jhope's cake.

I'd ordered it two week ago because that was the Max lead time for something from crumble & bakery. It was jhope's favourite desert a three -- layers dark chocolate forested with Fudge and filled with chocolate pudding . he only incluged on his birthday , but since he was leaving the country for a year , I figured he cold break his once- a- year rule.

"So....." I pasted the biggest, brightest smile on my face. "Don't kill me, but we need to make a detour to crumble & bake."

"No. We're already late." Jungkook stopped at red light. We'd made it back to civilization, and I spotted the blurred outline of a Starbucks and a Panera through the rain-splattered glass.

My smile didn't budge. "It's a small detour. it'll take fifteen know, the death by chocolate he likes so much? He'll be in central American for a year, they don't have C&B down there, and he leaves in two days so ---- "

"Stop." Jungkook's fingers curled around the steering wheel, and my crazy, hormonal mind latched onto how beautiful they were. that might sound crazy because who has beautiful fingers? But he did. Physically, everything about him was beautiful. The jade-green eyes that glared out from beneath dark brown like chips hewn from a glacier; the sharp jawline and elegant,sculpted cheekbones; the lean frame and thick, light brown hair that somehow looked both tousled and perfectly coiffed. He resembled a statue in an italian museum come to life.

The insane urge to ruffle his hair like i would a kid's gripped me, Just so he'd stop looking so perfect --- which was quite irritating to the rest of us mere mortals --- but I didn't have a death wish, so I kept my hands planted in my lap.

" If i take you to crumble & bake, will u Stop talking?"

No doubt he regretted picking me up.

My smile grew. "If you want."

His lips thinned. "Fine."

Yes!!

Kim Taehyung : one

Jeon jungkook : zero.

When we arrived at the bakery, i unbuckled my seatbelt and was halfway out the door when jungkook grabbed my arm and pulled me back into my seat. Contrary to what I'd expected, his touch wasn't cold --- it was scorching, and it turned through my skin and muscle until i felt it's warmth in the pit of my stomach.

I Swallowed hard. Stupid hormone. "What? We're already late, and they're closing soon."

"You can't go out like that." The tiniest hint of disapproval etched into the corners of his mouth.

" Like what?" I asked, confused. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, nothing scandalous.

Jungkook inclined his head toward my chest. I glanced down and let out a horrified yelp. Because my shirt? White. wet. and transparent. Not even little transparent, like you could kind of my bra outline if you looked hard enough. this was full-on see-through. Red lace bra , hard nipples -- thanks , air-conditioning ---- the whole shebang.

I crossed my arms over my chest, my face flaming the same colour as my bra. "Was it like this the entire time?"

"Yes."

"You could've told me."

"I did tell you. just now."

Sometimes, i wanted to strangle him. I really did. And I wasn't even a violent person. I was the same boy who didn't eat gingerbread man cookies for years after watching Shrek because I felt like i was eating gingy's family members or, worse, gingy himself, but something about jungkook provoked my dark side.

I exhaled a sharp breath and dropped my arms by instinct, forgetting about my see-through shirt until jungkook's gaze flicked down to my chest again.

The flaming cheeks returned, but I was sick of sitting here arguing with him. Crumble & bake closed in ten minutes, and the clock was ticking.

Maybe it was the man, the weather, or the hour and a half I'd spent stuck under a bus shelter, but my frustration spilled out before i could stop it. "Instead of being an a**hole and staring at my breasts, can you lend me your jacket? Because I really want to get this cake and send my brother, your bestfriend, off in style before he leaves the country."

My words hung in the air while i clapped a hand over my mouth, horrified. Did i just utter the word "breasts" to Jeon jungkook and accuse him of ogling me? And call him and a**hole?

Dear God, if you Smite me with lightning right now, i won't be mad. Promise.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. It ranked in the top five most emotional responses I'd pulled out of him in eight years, so that was something.

"Trust me, i was not staring at your breasts," he said, his voice frigid enough to transform the lingering drops of moisture on my skin into icicles. "You're not my type, even if you weren't jhope's bother."

Ouch. I wasn't interested in jungkook either, but no Omega boy & girl or anyone enjoys being dismissed so easily by a member of the opposite sex .

" Whatever. There's no need to be a jerk about it,' I muttered. "Look, C&B closes in two minutes. Just let me borrow your jacket, and we can get out of here."

I'd pre-paid online, so all i needed was to grab the cake.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'll get it. You're not leaving the car dressed like that, even wearing my jacket."

Jungkook yanked an umbrella out from beneath his seat and exited the car in one fluid motion. He moved like panther, all coiled grace and laser intensity. If he wanted, he could make a killing as a runway model, through i doubted he'd ever do anything so "gauche."

He returned less than five minutes later with Crumble & Bake's signature pink-and-mint-green cake box tucked beneath one arm. He dumped it in my lap, snapped his umbrella closed, and reversed out of the parking spot without so much as blinking.

"Do you ever smile?" I asked, peeking inside the box to make sure they hadn't messed up the order. Nope. One death by chocolate, coming right up. "It might help with your condition."

"What Condition?" Jungkook sounded bored.

"Stickuptheassitis." I'd already called the man and a**hole, so what was one more insult?

I might've imagined it, but I thought I saw his mouth twitch before he responded with a bland, "No. The condition is chronic."

My hands froze while my jaw unhinged. "D-did you make a joke?"

"Explain why you were out there in the first place." Jungkook evaded my question and changed subject so quickly i had whiplash.

He made a joke. I wouldn't have believed it had i not seen it with my own eyes. "I had a photoshoot with clients. There's a nice lake in----"

"Spare me the details. I don't care."

A low growl slipped from my throat. "Why are you here? Don't figure you for the chauffeur type."

"I was in the area, and you're jhope's little bother. If you died. He'd be bore to hang out with." Jungkook pulled up in front of my house. Next door. aka at jhope's house, the lights blazed, and i could see people dancing and laughing through the window.

"Jhope had the worst taste in friends," i bit out. "I don't know what he sees in you. I hope that stick in your ass punctures a vital organ." Then , because I'd been raised with manners, i added, "thank you for the ride."

I huffed out of the car. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and i smelled damp earth and the hydrangeas clustered in a pot by the front door. I'd shower, change, then catch the last half of Jhope's party. Hopefully, he wouldn't give me shit for getting stranded or being late because I wasn't in the mood.

I never stay angry for long, but right then, my blood simmered and wanted to punch Jeon jungkook in his face.

He was so cold and arrogant and.... and.....him. it was infuriating.

At least i don't have to deal with him often. Jhope usually hung out with him in the city, and jungkook didn't visit Thayer even though he was an alumnus.

Thank God. If i had to see jungkook more than a few times a year, I'd go crazy.

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