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CHAPTER THREE

Through the window, the sun entered the room. It landed directly on the boy's face, disrupting his sound sleep. He sighed and shifted his weight to the other side. A noise occurred as if fate was not on his side. Not far away, a loud saxophone was playing. Another groan escaped his lips. The environment was not favorable for good sleep.

Jungkook gently opened his eyes. His head was hurting. He adjusted his vision to compensate for the intense light in the room. A gasp escaped his wide lips as his gaze swept the surroundings. He had no idea where he was. How did he end up in such a strange room? Jungkook stood up instantly, confusedly glancing around. He was taken aback when he found himself in an unfamiliar room. There was no sign of a human being anywhere.

Was I kidnapped from the club last night?

He groaned when a sharp pain ran through his head. He held his head in his hands and sighed deeply. His weary eyes roamed around once again. This time, he noticed something usual in the room. Some clothing pieces were laying on a chair beside the window. Jungkook got down from the bed and strolled toward the chair. He picked up the cloth in curiosity. Turning out, that it was a bra. His eyes enlarged at the realization. It was a girl's house. It was even worse. Did he hook up with any random girl? No way! No how?

"Put it down!" A girl screamed, startling the poor boy.

Jungkook swiftly turned around and saw me. Both of us were looking at each other in horror. He was surprised to see me here. My cheeks turned red. He was holding my undergarment.

As I approached him, I sighed. Jungkook looked at me, perplexed. Many questions were running through his head, and his face reflected them.

"What are you doing here?" He inquired.

"It's my house."

He widened his eyes. "What am I doing here?"

"Err...I will tell you everything. But can you please leave it?" I pointed at the clothing piece in his hand. "It's embarrassing."

Jungkook looked down at the clothing piece and realized. He threw that on the chair and sighed. "I am sorry."

"It's okay. No worries!" I put the glass on the nightstand and signaled him to sit down. Jungkook obeyed me like a kid and sat down on the bed. His eyes roamed everywhere uncomfortably.

I smiled at him. "Take it easy, Mr. Jeon." I gave him the glass and a pill. "It's a good medicine to help you with a hangover."

Jungkook didn't question me further and took the pill as I said. He swallowed the water in a go and put the glass on the table.

"So..." He started. "How did I land here? I remember I was at a club last night."

"Well, I was also at the club. When I found you there, you were drunk and almost passing out. So, I helped you and brought you to my house." Even though I was explaining to him in a calm tone, my heart was racing with fear. What if he was offended? He will misunderstand things.

Jungkook listened to me calmly. He had a blank face so I couldn't figure out his reaction. He looked at me and raised a brow. "Why didn't you take me to my house instead?"

"I..." I trailed off. How could I tell him that he revealed a lot to me last night? He would be embarrassed for sure. I fiddled with my fingers, trying to come up with a way to explain things properly.

Jungkook sighed deeply as He got up from the bed. He looked into my eyes. "Jasmine, I remember everything."

I gulped and stared at him. "E-everything?"

He nodded. His facial expression softened. "I am sorry for troubling you." He scratched the back of his head and sighed. "I shouldn't have been to the club in the first place."

My heart clenched remembering the previous night. It was easier to comfort him in his drunk state. But now that he was sober, I failed to form the right word. The air was getting thicker with tension. I inhaled deeply and looked at Jungkook.

"Mr. Jeon, if you are mad at me, it's okay. But don't get embarrassed for sharing too much with me. Maybe I am not someone closer to you but think of me as a stranger. You had to share it with someone. Bottling up everything is not good. I promise I don't assume anything about you." I mustered up a smile.

Jungkook chuckled. "Isn't it weird? The person I am seeking comfort from is pushing me away. And the person who barely knows me is ready to comfort me." He looked into my eyes again. His eyes were holding pain. "Thank you, Jasmine. Thank you for listening to me without assuming a thing. I feel better to share things with you." He sighed and rubbed his temple. "And if you are wondering that I am embarrassed then I am not. It's weird to explain but I know I am not at fault. So I shouldn't be embarrassed too."

I smiled widely at him. "I'm glad you are thinking this way. Don't worry. I know that you are not at fault." I rubbed my palm and breathed. "If we are done with this topic...I have prepared breakfast for us."

Jungkook smiled, but his smile dropped in an instant. "But I am still in last night's attire."

I chuckled. "Don't worry. You can get fresh here."

"But what I will wear. I am stinking in alcohol."

"Wait a minute," I smiled and moved to my closet. I took out a tee and sweatpants. I walked up to him and handed him the clothes. "You can wear them."

Jungkook looked at me confused. "Do they belong to your boyfriend?"

"No." I laughed. "They belonged to my bother. Last time he came to visit me, he left his clothes here."

Jungkook looked at ease. I moved around the room and picked up another item. "Here's a new brush." I smiled and handed him the item.

Jungkook smiled back at me. "You are organized even at home. This is why you are my best secretary."

"Yes, boss!" I saluted him. He laughed and walked into the bathroom. At least he was laughing. That's all I want.

.....

After breakfast went smoothly, we sat on the couch and watched some movies. Jungkook didn't want to go to his house yet, and I understood him. I didn't mind him there. It was great to have a companion in the house after a long. I didn't like to stay alone anyway.

We didn't talk about the matter from last night anymore. Jungkook was uncomfortable and I didn't want him to remember the painful night either.

Jungkook groaned and leaned on the headboard. "I don't like movies."

"Me neither," I sighed. I turned to him and raised a brow. "Are you feeling tired?"

"Not really." He got up and looked at me. "Just wanna do something else. It's been a long time since I could relax like this on weekends."

I nodded. A pout rested on his lips and I found him adorable. Only if the situation was different, and if he was my boyfriend instead, I would have kissed him every time I found him adorable. Wait, What? What are you even thinking Jas? I shrugged and broke my unnecessary thoughts.

"Jasmine?" I heard Jungkook calling me. I turned to him. He chuckled and came a bit closer to me. "Wanna go out this evening?"

"Do you want me to go out with you?"

"Yeah?" he shrugged. "We can go to an arcade or just a long drive. It's been a long since I relaxed outside."

I sighed. He was always busy with work. Even though I have seen him for three months, he was a workaholic. Then looking at his situation at home, I can assure you that he barely got some time for himself. I couldn't even imagine how horrible his wife was, and what else she did to him.

"Fine with me." I smiled. "But only if you do me a favor." I raised a brow.

Jungkook chuckled in amusement. "What do you want, Jasmine?"

"Nothing much," I shrugged casually. "I want to bake some cupcakes. Do you want to help me with it?"

I wanted to change his mood for a while. And there was nothing else I was good at except baking. Truth is, I couldn't erase the image of him crying like that. It tore my heart every time I recalled the night. And I was ready to replace that image with a happy Jungkook and etched that in my mind forever.

"Honestly speaking, I have never baked in my life. But if you want to do this, I am in." Jungkook got up from the couch and forwarded his hand to me. "Let's go."

I nodded and held his hand, walking into the kitchen. 

I grabbed a bowl and other ingredients to bake cupcakes. Jungkook stood beside me, patiently watching me prepare the batter.  I realized that I didn't bring the eggs. I turned to Jungkook. 

"Mr. Jeon, can you please bring three eggs from the fridge." 

Jungkook nodded. "Sure. And call me Jungkook." He smiled softly at me, then went to bring the eggs. 

A blush crept up to my cheeks. He wants me to call him by his name. I licked my bottom lip and mixed the flour and baking powder well. Jungkook returned with eggs. I took them and added them to the batter. 

"Can I mix it?" Jungkook asked. I nodded and pushed the bowl to him. He gladly took the batter mixer and started mixing it. I was watching him. His hand was flexing when he was mixing the batter. Veins popping out with the moves. I gulped. It was turning me on for some reason. The event from the meeting replayed in my mind. 

I jerked out of the thoughts. It was inappropriate to think about him that way. Jungkook was done mixing the batter. He looked at me eagerly. "What next?" 

"We will pour the batter into the cupcake molds and put them in the oven." I moved forward and placed the molds on the kitchen island. I took the batter from Jungkook and slowly filled the molds with them. 

Jungkook dipped his finger in the batter. Maybe he wanted to taste it. But the bunny was in a playful mood. He rubbed his finger on my cheeks and started laughing. I gasped loudly. 

"Jungkook!" I cried. He laughed even more. 

I dipped two fingers in the batter and rubbed that on his cheek. "Now it's equal," I smirked. 

"Yeah?" He smirked and took a spoon of batter in his hand. He moved closer to me with a smirk plastered on his face. I moved back. 

"No, Jungkook, you are doing it." 

"Doing what, Jasmine?" He called me teasingly. But it sounded more seductive. 

I stepped back but he walked closer. I yelped and started running. Jungkook chasing me behind. We ran all around the living room. Laughter filled the room in no time. Suddenly, Jungkook grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into his embrace. My back collided with his hard chest. 

"I got you," he mumbled and ran his hand from my neck to my arm, and stopped on my hand. Shivers ran down my spine at how slowly he moved his hand. He leaned on me, his breathing was fanning my ear. "Can I taste it?" He whispered in my ear. My mind was fogged up with his intoxicating scent. I nodded swiftly. 

Jungkook smirked and licked the batter off my neck. Another sensitive shiver ran all over my body. He continued to lick the batter off my neck, and I was quivering in his tight hold. He stopped licking and turned me around. He stared deep into my eyes. I gulped. He slowly started walking ahead, with me walking backward. My back touched something hard. Then I realized that he pinned me to the wall. 

Jungkook looked at my lips, then my eyes, and back to my lips. He leaned down, his breath was fanning my lips. He was standing too close to me. His lips were an inch away from mine. My breath quickened in anticipation. I wanted this for a long time. 

When Jungkook tilted his head, I turned my head. His soft lips landed on my cheeks. Jungkook furrowed his brows and pulled back, gaping at me perplexed. 

I gently pushed him off me and shook my head. "This is not right, Mr. Jeon." The formal address had him confused even more. "You are a married man, Mr. Jeon. And I am not a home wrecker." I sighed deeply. There was a pause for a moment. Jungkook pulled back, guilt was clear in his features. I gulped and cupped his face. "But if you want, I can be your friend." I smiled warmly. 

Jungkook smiled back. "You are right. I am sorry for my behavior." 

"It's okay." I pulled back my hands. "Shall we continue baking?"