FORBIDDEN LOVE Jungkook × Reader

PROLOGUE

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JUNGKOOK'S POV

All was alright. I had everything I demanded and unwanted. I was content with my way of life.

Everybody cherished and adored me. I was at the spot of attention and I loved it. All men craved to be me and women dreamed to fuck me. I was prosperous and complete with the way of my living. And I didn't crave more.

But I didn't realize I was lusting after something or someone. I never felt the emptiness. Until the day I met her.

I always remembered the day I met Han Y/n.

Her long legs in those tight jeans, the dress shirt which hugged her petite and adorable body perfectly, offering me the view of her cleavage. I instantly imagined her fucking on my desk in the dirtiest way possible.

When she sealed her eyes with me, I couldn't handle myself from drowning into their deepness. Her red lips yearned for me to savor them. All I craved was to claim her. The innocent and kind form of her disturbed my heart. She didn't realize what effect she had on me.

That's when I realized she was what I needed. She was the one I lusted for . I needed that body of her under me, that beam of her because of me. I wanted to explore and taste every inch of her. And I could do everything to make her mine.

Han Y/n was mine, entirely.

And if anyone dared to approach her, I would slash their throat.

I've still been told I am Devil.

𝐃 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑

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Chapter 1 | Meeting

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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Y/N' POV

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5/12/2018

Tuesday

Rushing through my track I wavered, maintained, ran, but I was fool enough to predict that my friend Amy would stick around for me on my initial day at work.

First day at work is oppressive, strolling like a zombie, not identifying anyone.

It's so much better at home.

"Amy, you should have led me the way to make it here" I gawked at the youthful woman sipping her cappuccino while transcribing.

"OH, my god — Your blouse!" as her views shifted up on me, she hopped from her spot and dashed my way. "Your button, Y/n why didn't you settled your shirt well, I can see your cleavage peeking"

I moved my eyes to my bosom, carrying my finger across the button I recalled but buttoning it while leaving my apartment was now between my fingers. My eyes turned fuller, one cure—stitch it. But how would I? In the office?

"Mister Jeon is about to come, before someone else notices this, let's run to the bathroom." The urgency laced in her voice.

She curled her grip around my wrist and dragged me to the restroom. My face reddened at the image of being in the presence of everybody like this. "How will we mend it?" The question shook my brain.

"Let's think" I returned.

20 Minutes later...

"It's like all your buttons will give up shortly. Why did you put on such a tight blouse?" Amy carried her eyes over my shirt. Interest held her.

Why did I wear this one?

"It's my lucky shirt. Papa notified me that Mister Jeon is intimidating, so I believed him and didn't choose to take any danger." My answer made Amy laugh under her breath.

Dad keeps calling me a bug since I'm a little clumsy and if I do something funny in Jeon Corporation, my chances of getting killed will increase.

Mister Jeon is my Father's old companion. Indeed, even though they have contacted him before, I never met him. When my father mentioned that Mister Jeon is like my second guardian, I figured out to be friendly as my parents summoned.

I'm here in Jeon corporation not to work but to understand how a business goes. I never appeared so mature in my nineteen years of existence.

"It's done. I finished my job. You can handle rest, all right?" The popular beam held place on Amy's lips, but the uncertainty never diminished.

"All right," I said to my buddy who by now was going through her lipstick.

I never appreciated makeup. I never required any. No one does.

Being a high schooler, I never extended consideration to anyone, never dated, nothing like an average teenager.

But now I do.

Amy's voice got me out of my dream. Note it, overthinking or day dreaming you can say, is one of the diseases I possess.

"We are running late; Mister Jeon must be here by now." My friend passed her way to the exit of the restroom, I went through myself and followed my peer.

I passed without glancing here and there and bumped into someone.

"Papa?" My eyes came fuller at the man who was now grinning at Me.

"Princess, didn't You greet Jungkook?" he inquired.

Without delaying my answer, my dad drew me to the lift. Pushing the button, I realized that Mister Jeon's cabin was on the tenth floor.

The lift opened with a loud 'ding' sound. I followed my father's action. He knocked on a mahogany door. A husky sound of a man called me and dad inside.

The place is black, the mysterious aura radiating makes me feel charmed and softened, the mint cologne runs to my nose making me feel refreshed, the furniture is all black and white, the desk in the office is black, shining like crystal.

I lifted my eyes to the man behind it, typing on his computer without affording a glimpse. As he felt our presence, he paid his eyes on us with an enormous grin, and for the first time I glimpsed at his face.

The man in front of me is not like any other I usually see, porcelain white skin shining in the dim room, powerful, green eyes gleaming dominance, creases around them, raven hair, thin cherry red lips, moist and lustrous.

Looking at his Wrinkles and the roughness of his voice, he must be in his late thirties.

As he pulled up from his chair, I got to acknowledge his height, which is boosting his good looks. My eyes flew to his veiny and tattooed arms, and I felt a shiver rushing down my spine.

He is wearing a white tight fitted dress shirt with black tight trousers, hugging his thigh muscles, presenting a rare view. A Rolex watch on his left tattooed hand.

I felt chill and petite in front of him.

"Jackson? It's been so long, you turned old buddy?" Mister Jeon said, becoming overwhelmed. The tone he used felt like the melody of heaven. The powerful influence made my knees wobble.

His eyes drifted to my immature form, turning me crimson with the way he examined my body and licked his lips. It felt heated. I could sense my heart pounding at the unusual attention. I bite my lips unknowingly to cover up my uneasiness, but the insignificant gesture darkens his eyes, turning the glint of the sins in his brain right now.

My throat went drained as I felt heat covering my cheeks. I cleared my throat to look a little professional. Which is just to soothe my soul?

He smirked and lifted my hand between his huge and rough ones, pecking it to make me more redden. He brought his eyes to my ****** area, his smirk widened.

"Is she Y/n?" My father carried his head up and down, acknowledging his aged buddy with an enormous shine on his face.

2 Hours Later...

The time drifted without noticing. Dad and Mister Jeon were deliberating for two hours about the business and other stuff. I'm sitting on the couch taking notes and studying the business papers of our company to get more into my intellect. Meanwhile, I could sense some peers in my direction. Glancing their way, I spotted Mister Jeon staring at me, causing me to blush.

Being exhausted now, I set my head on the couch to ease for some minutes; I stretched a little but... unconsciously caught my upper dress shirt button, which Amy sewed is not there anymore, allowing an unobstructed view of my cleavage.

I heard my papa's phone ring. Excusing himself, he passed his way to the exit. Now I'm alone with him.

Mister Jeon pulled up from his seat and stepped in my direction. I straightened and fixed on my blouse, being embarrassed by the situation. He stops in front of me; I rise to his eye level. His eyes glanced at my cleavage, making me crimson.

"What happened? You look sick," he inquired, with a modest smirk on his lips.

"Nothing, just e—exhausted" I cursed myself in my brain for stuttering, and felt his smirk widen.

He opened his mouth to say something but got cut off by my father. He walked our way, a beam on his face.

"Jackson, I wanted to invite you and your family. It's been a long time since I saw Mirae and Y/n has grown up extremely... I want an evening with you guys," he said, shifting his eyes to me. "I invite you and your family to my mansion for a peaceful dinner tomorrow evening." he declared.

"But Jungkook don't make it formal, we'll be there tomorrow evening, all right?" My dad agreed with the grin he has been holding since morning.

"All right, I'll wait for you all..." his eyes settled on mine, my dad gave him a side hug and made his way towards the exit. To the basement to get the car to leave.

"I'll meet you tomorrow evening sweetheart," a mysterious gleam in his eyes made me shiver. A feeling of unknown touch made my heart throb, a sense of butterflies fluttering inside my stomach.

"Goodbye" I gave him my words, spun, walked straight and adopted the path my dad made to the exit.

I raised my eyes to the reflection on the mirror in front of me, opposite of the entrance door of the office room only to find Mister Jeon's eyes drifting from my butt to my back then landing on my front reflection, staring straight to my eyes with a slight smirk on his lips.

Chapter 2 | Between Us

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒

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Y/N' S POV

I led straight, in a haste to not to face anyone now. I took the lift to the basement. I ran my head to look for my car between so many of them. My dad below the horn. Facing that way, I carried out my path. I opened the door, sighing after becoming cozy inside.

"He wasn't that terrifying," my papa spoke after ten minutes of silent driving.

I scoffed at the words that escaped from dad's mouth. Even though I wished to say something to dad against his statement but I mentioned nothing and sealed my eyes, supporting my head on the seat to get some peace after an intense meet up.

4 Hours Later...

I brought my eyes to my now buzzing phone on the nightstand; I placed the book beside it, picking up the phone to discover fresh messages from Jihoon, my boyfriend.

A beam held place on my lips, unwittingly, a twirl of delight rushed through my veins.

I don't understand why he accepted me as his girlfriend when he can have many girls wrapped around his fingers with his handsome face and famous smile, which I fell in love with.

I started going through the messages.

< Hey Sweetheart ❤, busy? ]

[ No ❤, how was your day >

< Boring. How was yours? ]

[ Hectic. Dad assigned me with his

old friend to learn business...😥>

< Are you free tomorrow? ]

[ No, my dad planned a dinner tomorrow evening. Why? >

< Nothing I just want to take you on a date tomorrow,

never mind, enjoy yourself 😊, bye]

[ Bye, Love you 😘❤ >

I kept looking at the screen but my hopes of getting the message 'I love you' got down. He must be busy or that's what I thought,

I made myself comfortable on the bed, my mind flew to the discussion on the dinner table.

Jeon Jungkook. The man who had been stirring my mind since morning. Affirming to the discussion, he is an Italian-Korean, raised in Italy then shifting to here. He is thirty-six.

His age put me in a minor disappointment. I didn't know I was expecting anything different. Maybe I wanted him to be of my age.

I sealed my eyes to let myself get engulfed in slumber, but much to disagreement my mind repeatedly took off to Mister Jeon. His veiny hands, rough but divine voice and his cherry red lips. Those were something that I could never forget.

Get a grip on yourself.

Sighing at my stupidity that I'm fantasizing of a man who is double my age, I squirmed on my bed to allow myself to take some rest for tomorrow.

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6/12/2018

5:47 PM.

"Y/n!, we're waiting~" I slipped on the necklace that was given by Jihoon. It was a classic silver chain with a diamond pendant and a fancy dress that hugged my curves, not revealing much of my skin.

I'm looking decent.

I went through myself last time in the mirror, acknowledging my appearance as I placed the few strands of hair which I allowed free after tying my hair in a loose bun behind my ear.

A beam held place on my lips. Not knowing the reason behind it, I just grinned widely and started my way downstairs to the main door. I put my heels on, grabbed my coat with me because of the icy weather of the evening.

Dad and mommy were waiting inside the car. Dad was in the driver's seat and mom was beside him. I opened the door of the black Lamborghini. Sitting on the passenger seat, I opened my purse to get my phone out. The car started.

"Dad, where is his mansion?" I inquired how much time it would take to be there because of my motion-sickness.

"We'll be there...in fifteen minutes, darling," dad responded with his mellow voice to confirm to me I'll be alright.

I settled my head on the headrest, exhaling after closing my eyes.

20 Minutes Later...

Stepping out the car, we three walked to the gigantic door. My heels are sucking the life out of my legs and I'm struggling not to fall.

"Wow, he's wealthy. You should make a deal with him then." My mom's excitement bloomed like no other day. Her enormous eyes traveled to the garden beside the immense mansion. "Oh, my gosh! Look at the garden," a chortle left from dad's throat at the unbelievable interest of mom, ''Is he married?" This question diverted my attention as if it was what I wanted to ask but couldn't because if I do, I'll seem like a desperate girl.

It must be hard to live all alone in this massive mansion.

"No, he's not," my dad replied, looking forward to ringing the doorbell. He ringed it.

I corrected myself last time to not have any flaws. I know I am fat but being before a man who looks like a model came right out from a fashion magazine is something different.

Mister Jeon, in a black shirt and black tight pants, opened the door. His eyes came bigger as he took our presence. My mother excitedly hugged him.

"Mirae, it's been so long, you got gray hair" my mother pretended to be angry but couldn't stop herself from smiling over the glittering eyes of the angelic man.

I have to mention he is the most gorgeous man I ever laid my eyes on. My eyes wander up and down over his attire. His sleeves folded up to give me the view of his tough arms, his pants showing the perfect lining of his thick thighs. I swallowed. His green eyes fixed right into me, and without realizing my turn, came to greet him.

"Good evening Mister Jeon" I bowed to show some respect. My voice came much lower than I expected.

"Evening, Dolcezza" he smiled at me innocently before running his eyes all over my body then settling to my eyes he's smile changed to an arrogant smirk. I blushed. "Come in, it is good to see you guys again." Mister Jeon says and motions to his house.

The dinner went smoothly. We are now in the garden because my mother mentioned at the dinner table how beautiful it looked earlier and Mister Jeon insisted on giving us a tour.

I am walking beside my father who is discussing some business related conversations with Mister Jeon. My dad turned to me.

"Y/n, Jungkook wanted to offer you a tour to his library" dad indirectly asked me to accompany Mister Jeon to his library and I am more than delighted to do it.

Dad ran his eyes to mom who was admiring the flowers. He shuffled to her.

"Come with me, sweetness." A hot breath fanned on my neck and a hand placed on my lower back. It shivered me to the bone.

AUTHOR'S POV

You smelled an Amber spicy fragrance which was doubtless of Armani code as you turned to meet the eyes of the man who you admired from afar. A smirk was dancing upon the lips of the handsome man. You saw the man studying your body again, a blush staining your cheeks and neck. Jungkook withdrew his hand from your lower back, leaving behind you feeling your skin cold.

You followed Jungkook to the staircase. The silence was sweet, but a question was eating you. 'Does he have a girlfriend?' but asking it straight on his face is more than wrong.

Jungkook brought you to a gloomy oak door which was opened. You two stepped inside, a tender light coming from the corner. He turned the moderates on.

"Isn't it boring to live here alone?" You blurted out.

A laugh escaped from him and it was the sexiest laugh you ever heard. His eyes formed into a crescent form.

You smiled at the scenario. He should laugh often.

"I don't live here. I mean, yes it is my house...but too big to stay alone and it is out of the city. I have an apartment in the city, I stay there—"

Your phone buzzed, you checked the caller id. It is Jihoon. You declined it.

A sigh ran from your mouth after placing the phone inside the purse, you divert your attention to Jungkook.

"Boyfriend?" Jungkook's husky voice ringed in your ears. Your heart made a triple bounce.

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