Mine

Jungkook

When I heard the door swing open, I instinctively took a step back. It wasn't fear for myself that gripped me, but rather for her. The last thing I wanted was to drag her into trouble.

She appeared genuinely frightened, so I retreated to the safety of my desk and sank into my chair, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"Jhioo," she whispered, her gaze darting behind her.

"You," I managed, my voice barely above a murmur.

The moment her husband entered my line of sight, I rose to my feet, a mix of recognition and caution washing over me. I knew him.

"Jungkook," he announced, his voice firm and unyielding.

Evelyn glanced back and forth between the two of us, a perplexed expression on her face. She couldn't fathom how we were acquainted.

"Do you guys know each other?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

I nodded in confirmation, my gaze locked with her husband's.

"Come with me," he demanded, his tone laced with anger. "What are you doing with him here, all alone? You're a married woman, for God's sake."

He forcefully grabbed her hand, his grip tightening to the point of pain. I saw her wince, her plea for him to release his grasp.

"You're hurting me," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

Without a second thought, I rushed to her side. I couldn't stand idly by and watch him harm her because of me. I had to protect her. I knew all too well what he was capable of doing.

I wasn't doing anything to her. If I had known he was her husband, I would've never laid a hand or finger on her. But at that moment, I had no idea who he was.

He glared at her, her voice really soft

"Didn't you say you went to work? How did you end up back here?"

"Why the hell are you alone with him?" he spat out, anger seeping through his words.

She appeared too frightened to respond, her eyes darting nervously between the two of us.

"I asked you a question," he demanded, his voice growing more intense.

"I just came to apologize..." she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

He turned his gaze from her to me, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and anger.

"For what? What the hell did you do?" he interrogated, his tone sharp.

As Ji-hoon continued to grip her hand, I could see the skin turning a worrying shade of red from the pressure.

"I just..." she stammered, but before she could finish, I stepped in.

"Leave her alone, Ji-hoon," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the tension in the room.

Her eyes, wide and pleading, met mine. They were filled with questions, silently asking how I knew his name, how we were connected.