Elsa’s POV

I returned to the table, my legs still feeling like jelly. My lips tingled, my skin burned with the memory of Jungkook’s touch, and my mind was an absolute mess. What the hell just happened back there?

Jungkook had practically ruined me, stolen every ounce of my self-control, and then let me walk away without a damn word. No confession. No explanation. Nothing.

And now here I was, forcing a bright smile while Jimin grinned at me knowingly.

“You okay?” he asked, twirling his wine glass. His eyes twinkled with mischief, as if he already knew the answer.

“I’m great,” I lied through my teeth, picking up my fork and stabbing at my dessert. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jimin chuckled, clearly amused. “No reason. You just look like someone who’s either won the lottery or had their world rocked in the best possible way”

I almost choked on my drink. “You’re an idiot”

“I’ve been called worse.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “So, do I get the honor of being your rebound tonight, or…?”

I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched. “You wish”

Jimin smirked. “Oh, I definitely do”

We both laughed, the tension momentarily lifting. He was fun—too fun. If I weren’t so hopelessly hung up on a certain grumpy idol, I might have actually enjoyed this date.

But before I could sink further into my thoughts, Jimin suddenly tensed. His eyes flickered over my shoulder, and then, before I could even turn around to check, he grabbed my face between his hands.

“Don’t look back,” he murmured with a devilish grin.

“What?” I blinked, confused.

And then he leaned in.

Not fully—just enough to make it look like he was about to kiss me. Close enough that I could feel his breath against my lips. My heart leaped in shock, my brain short-circuited, but before I could react—

Jimin was gone.

One second, he was in front of me. The next, he was being yanked backward by the collar of his shirt, a startled laugh escaping him.

“What the hell?” I gasped, whipping around.

And there he was. Jeon Jungkook.

Jaw clenched, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes blazing with fury. His grip on Jimin’s collar was tight, knuckles white with tension.

Jimin smirked knowingly. “Well, well. Look who finally snapped”

Jungkook’s POV

I barely heard Jimin hyung's words over the blood pounding in my ears.

The second I saw him leaning in—saw his hands on her face, saw how fucking close they were—I lost it.

One moment, I was standing at the entrance of the restaurant, debating whether or not I should go in. The next, I was pulling him away from her, barely holding myself back from punching that smug grin off his face.

I turned to her, ignoring him completely.

My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Get up”

How the hell can she continue this damn date after what happened between us in the bathroom? After everything we shared—every touch, every fucking breath—we connected. And yeah, I was an asshole. I should’ve said something. I should’ve told her what i feel about her. But still… she should’ve felt it, right? She had to. So how the fuck is she out there acting like nothing’s changed?"

She frowned at me, arms crossing. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me”

Jimin hyung let out a chuckle, still way too damn amused for my liking. “Relax, Jungkook. We were just—”

“I wasn’t talking to you, Hyung,” I snapped, cutting him off without even looking at him. My fists were clenched, knuckles bone-white. Every part of me was screaming to pull her away from him.

She stood up, standing her ground like always. “What the hell is your problem?”

I stared at her, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. I exhaled sharply. “I don’t like this.”

Her brows lifted. “This? You mean my date? With Jimin?”

“Yes”

She scoffed, and it cut me deeper than I expected. “And why exactly do you think you get a say in this?”

Fuck. I didn’t want to say it like this, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My jaw tightened as I let the words fall out like a confession. “Because I don’t like watching you give your attention to someone else.”

Her breath hitched, and for a second, she was quiet.

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, stepping away like the distance would help, but it didn’t. “I ignored you for two years because I didn’t want to make things complicated. I didn’t want to risk your job, or mine. But tonight—seeing you with him, hearing about this damn date, knowing you got dressed up for someone else—I just… I couldn’t do it, Elsa.”

I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Loud. Obsessive.

She looked at me, her voice softer now, unsure. “So what? You just decided you had to stop me?”

I stepped closer, slowly, letting my fingers brush against hers. The touch was hesitant—but fuck, I needed her to feel it. Feel me. “Yes. Because I don’t want you with Him. I don’t want you with anyone but me, I love you, so Damn much and I want you to Love me Back”

Her breath caught, and for a second, it felt like the whole damn world had stopped spinning.

I waited for her reaction and Then, suddenly, she laughed. “You absolute fucking idiot, I love you more than anything”

Before I could react, her hands fisted in my shirt, yanking me down. And then—

She kissed me. Hard.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was fire, pure and consuming.

I groaned into her mouth, hands flying to her waist, pulling her flush against me. She tasted like wine and something sweet—something addicting. Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp, and fuck, I was gone.

I didn’t care that we were in public.

I didn’t care that Jimin Hyung was still standing right there.

I didn’t care about anything except the way she felt in my arms.

But of course, the moment couldn’t last.

Because a slow clap interrupted us.

We pulled apart, breathless, only to find the rest of the members standing a few feet away, watching with amusement. I groaned. Elsa cursed under her breath.

Elsa's POV

“Ah, finally,” Taehyung sighed. “We were waiting for this disaster to happen”

I looked between them, completely lost. “What the hell is going on?”

Jimin grinned. “You think I actually asked you out because I wanted to date you?”

I frowned. “I mean… yeah?”

Jimin shook his head, throwing an arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. “Nope. This was all a setup.”

Jungkook stiffened. “You planned this?”

“Of course we did,” Hobi piped up. “We were tired of watching you mope around like a lovesick idiot.”

Jin snorted. “Seriously. It was embarrassing, I raised you better”

Jungkook groaned, rubbing his temples. “You guys are insane”

I was still processing everything when Jimin nudged me. “You’re welcome, by the way”

I glared. “I can’t believe you did this”

Jimin winked. “Oh, come on. You got the guy, didn’t you?”

I glanced up at Jungkook, who was still holding onto me like I’d run away. His expression had softened, his thumb tracing small circles on my hip.

Yeah. I got the guy.

I sighed, shaking my head with a small smile. “You’re lucky I like you guys”

RM grinned. “We know” He said then crossed his arms, eyes soft as he turned his full attention to Jungkook. “It’s your life. You get to choose who stands beside you”

I nodded slightly, heart full, finally understanding what they’d all seen before we even did.

Yoongi scoffed from the couch, voice lazy but laced with truth. “We will always support you, no matter What, Just stop being Grumpy all the Time”

I bit back a smile, glancing at Jungkook just as Taehyung plopped beside me with a smirk. “If you didn’t make a move, I was gonna steal her, bro”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “Fuck off, Hyung”

Taehyung winked. “Too slow, lover boy”

Jimin grinned and raised his glass. “To Jungkook finally growing a pair”

Laughter erupted around us, and despite myself, I laughed too.

Because as ridiculous as this whole night had been, it was worth it.

I turned to Jungkook, smirking. “So, do I still have to do your makeup tomorrow, or are we upgrading to girlfriend privileges?” I teased but even he knows that How Much I respect my Job.

He rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked up. “Shut up and kiss me again”

So I did—like I’d never stop.

The End.

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