"And then she looked into my eyes and I swear, my breath stopped."

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"Stop being this stubborn for once! I know you hate me and trust me the feelings are mutual but at the very least, take care of yourself! If you don't want to teach me, fine! Don't do that but please don't torture yourself like this!" He yelled, looking straight into her eyes and she flinched listening to his sudden outburst.

He gets annoyed at ties, he yells but he barely sounds serious. This time, his voice was stern and deep. He was super angry, Violet could sense that. She remained silent for a good two minutes and let him do whatever he wanted. He carefully placed the ice packs on her wounded thigh region and got back to his position, ready to leave, but Violet's voice made him stop on his track.

“With whose permission are you leaving?” She enquired, sitting still at her place and he peeked at her from his shoulder whilst cocking a brow, his jaw hardened. Certainly, he was exasperated.

“Do I need anyone’s permission?”

“I’m your mentor Mr. Bunny and you’re obligated to listen to me.” She tilted her head displaying a small smile to the man and he joyfully approached her. Finally, she agreed to teach him, and he was satisfied with that.

“What do I have to do?” He asked, taking some chips from the bowl and was about to stuff them inside his mouth but she slapped on his hand.

“Cut on the carbs.” She ordered, making him pout.

“Yah! You evil! That’s my favourite chips. Pretty please…?” He pleaded with her to let him have a bite of the chips with twinkling eyes, but that didn’t affect the woman by an inch. She swiftly snatched the bowl from his hands and placed it at the corner of the table whilst drawing an imaginary line separating the fatty things from his reach. He almost drooled looking at the delicacies but his teacher was a bit strict, she won’t let him eat in peace just like he destroyed her peace just now. He gulped the lump in his throat and looked at her like a child whose favourite ice cream was taken away from his hand.

“If you complete the task I give you today, I’ll let you have a bite of the chips.” She said, sounding a little lenient as the man's doe eyes did affect her.

"Really?" He asked all excited and Violet chuckled at his childish behaviour. 

"This is a twenty seven year old guy with the mentality of a five year old." She thought, chuckling to herself.

“Get up, you see the lines in between the tiles of the floor? Walk straight on those lines.” She ordered and he did as she said, without any further delay. He was walking on the lines as told but as expected of a beginner, he stumbled a few steps. 

“Not like that, hold my hand.” She offered her hand and he stared at it for a moment and then hesitantly, took it in his.

“You have to walk straight, these lines will help in practising. Place one foot and then the other in coordination on the same line, it shouldn’t sway away else your walking style will appear shabby.” She explained, lightly holding his hand in hers and he did as she instructed, slowly catching up on the pace. 

“Don’t walk too fast! Be calm and walk with grace.” She instructed and he huffed glaring at her.

“Do you guys literally do all this just for a one-minute ramp walk?!” He spoke out, raising his voice which failed to create an effect on the woman. She nonchalantly left his hands, placed her arms towards her chest, and nodded at his statement. 

“We do more than this. Also, there won't be any lines to support you on the ramp, these are initially for practice. You must look and walk straight. I’m going easy on you, so you better learn fast. WE ONLY HAVE THREE DAYS.” She pressurised on the last line and he internally scoffed when he listened to her.

“If this is easy then what’s tough for this woman?” He wondered.

“Remember one most important thing- always carry confidence on your face no matter how much you’re screaming from inside, always keep a confident expression and don’t smile too much, you must maintain a stern, serious look that’ll appear gorgeous.” She explained and her words brought him out of his reverie. He took a good look at her face and it was only now he noticed, how professional she is when it comes to work. They argue a lot but that doesn’t affect her work at all. 

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After an hour or so, they finally took a halt on this intense training as both of them were exhausted. Moreover, Violet was pretty drunk by now. She drank quite a lot while dealing with his behaviour. She was almost dozing off leaning on the table and her face was flushed to pinkish colour. She was about to gulp another glass but Jungkook stopped her by softly taking a grasp of her wrist and snatching the glass away from her.

“Yah! Give it back!” She raised her voice, annoyed by the male.

“It’s enough for today. Don’t drink that much.” He spoke out softly and she stared at him with her droopy eyes.

“Tell me something… Why do you care? If I die or live, be happy or sad, be in pain or not… WhY Do YoU CaRe?” She placed her hand on her chin and asked him, sounding totally wasted by now. He looked everywhere but her for quite some moments, searching for words.

“Ever crossed your paths with the concept of humanity? My reaction would’ve been the same with any other person.” He explained but he, somewhere in the corner of his heart and soul didn’t mean it but her reply to his statement made him feel a pang in his heart.

“I don’t need your pity when you’re the reason for the end of my amazing modeling career.” She chuckled sadly and dropped her head on the table.

“I don’t pity you Park Violet, I’m guilty for whatever happened with you.” He whispered in a low voice but Y/n didn’t hear it as she was sound asleep.

He could hear her soft breaths, a strand of her luscious hair covered near her eye region and so, he tried to tuck it back towards her ear, instantly regretting this choice because she suddenly woke up like a freaking ghost and yelled, scaring the hell out of him.

“YAH! You! YOU! YoU BunNY BoY, You FreAK! I HatE yOU!!” She pointed her finger, poking everywhere on his chest and a sad smile made its way on his face.

After an eternity, he heard the nickname she gave him when they were teens. It felt as if time had reversed itself to the good old days. Those memories still live in his mind. Most of their childhood was painful but they couldn’t deny that having each other’s company made that painful childhood a bit happier and enjoyable.

“I wish you had never done that, Violet. Our relationship would’ve been far better.” He pondered and soon got out of his trance when she was again, about to drink from the bottle.

“Stop it! Yah! Do you drink like this with everyone? Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you?” He rasped, only to get a glare from her side.

“DaRe to anYthiNg aNd yOu’ll laNd uP wiTh Your jAw iN yoUr haNd.” She threatened, her savageness never taking a break even when she was totally drunk.

“My condolences to your future life partner. Man must be patient enough to deal with this stubborn rowdy ass of yours.” He uttered and the woman smirked, making him confused as ever with her expressions.

“My future life partner would be the luckiest person to MaRyY Meee. After all, I’ll be an innocent, pure, delicate, ideal woman with my Taehyung.” She giggled at her own sentence, getting all flustered by the mention of his name, earning a scoff from Jungkook.

“As if he’s gonna bat an eye on you.” He muttered, audibly enough for her.

“Don’t you dare laY youR hanDs on My MaN! I’ll BurY You ten feeT undER the ground, then UsE youR BuNnY feeT to creaTe a buRRow in tHere.” She threatened the man which almost made him laugh. 

“Yes, yes I’m very scared. Now, sleep you shorty shrimp.” He mocked but she didn’t answer. She just looked blankly at her front and steadily turned her head towards him with a small, delicate smile. The smile that he never saw on her face in reality, in all these seven years.

“I ain’t teaching you for free…” She muttered.

“What do you want?”

“Sing that song for me.” She pleaded with her eyes half open.

“Which song?” He wondered which song she was talking about as he has made almost a hundred-plus songs at present.

“The first song you wrote twelve years ago. Play that for me on the piano.” She requested in a soft voice suddenly, sounding stern as if she was sober, making his eyes go wide in amusement. 

It's rare for her to sound that delicate, especially with him, she’s always like a ruffian. In all these years, he used to think he has seen all sides of her but he was wrong- this is the very first time he has seen her this gloomy. He’s pretty sure the sober Violet would’ve kicked him in the balls by now, but this drunk Violet sounds rather innocent, gentle and above all so sad. Before the flustered man could reply any further she dropped on the floor near the table with a thump sound, as she was all wasted.

“Park Violet, don’t you dare sleep here! Where the hell is your room in this ‘Oggy and the Cockroaches’ replica house of yours?!” He muttered, looking everywhere in her house as it felt like this house would fit in the whole galaxy, it was that huge. She laid flat on the floor and turned her head towards him.

“Um… I dOn’t kNow.” She shrugged and he wasn’t in the mood to listen to her drunk talks anymore and so, he picked her up in bridal style searching for her room. Luckily, the first room which he opened appeared like hers. He carefully placed her on the bed and she muttered some weird song lyrics.

“It h-hurts.” She whispered, her brows knitted together and her expression made it quite clear that she was in pain.

“Where?” He asked, worriedly glancing at her figure.

“My leg… hurts.” She whispered and it took no time for him to understand what she meant.

He swiftly searched for some cooling antiseptic in her room and he did find one after some minutes. With trembling hands, he delicately applied the medicine on her thigh where it was scalded due to the coffee. He’s well aware the sober Violet won’t let him touch a single strand of her hair. Just how much difference a few drinks can make to flip someone’s personality on a whole new level. 

Maybe, drinking reveals the true self that one can’t express soberly.

Just when he was about to go she pulled him closer by his collar. The close proximity between them made a pinkish tint appear on his face, her eyes barely open and he could feel her breath on his lips. Before he could speak anything, she uttered something that made his eyes go wide like a ping-pong ball. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he heard.

“I love you…”

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POTATO'S NOTE:
She CONFESSED!!!
*pretends to be shocked*
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