“Go away, Jungkook…” Her words were raw, drenched in misery, but there was no strength behind them just a shattered plea for distance. Jungkook didn’t move. His hand, still resting on her back, tensed slightly his thumb brushing along her spine in a way that sent a sickening mix of revulsion and longing through her. “Y/N—” “Just fucking go away!” she screamed this time, her voice hoarse from crying. She finally lifted her head, her tear-streaked face twisting with anger at him, at herself, at the world. Her vision blurred again, but she blinked furiously, refusing to let more tears fall in front of him. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes locked onto hers an unreadable storm swirling behind them. He didn’t look sorry. He didn’t look ashamed. He looked… frustrated. Her rejection was the thing that bothered him not the fact that what they had done was wrong. “You think I can just walk away now?” His voice was a low snarl, the dangerous undertone sending a shiver down her spine. “After last night? After everything?” Y/N’s chest heaved, her lips trembling. “You’re my mother’s fiancé, Jungkook,” she hissed, the words tasting like acid on her tongue. “Soon to be my stepfather. Do you realize how disgusting this is?” His gaze darkened even more—if that was even possible. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered, almost to himself, as the very thought of that reality enraged him. Her heart shattered at his words. He wasn’t disgusted because of what they did. He was disgusted because of the label because she was his fiancée’s daughter. Not because it was wrong. Her voice broke again. “I hate you.” Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his body going rigid.