♠︎ ten

CHAPTER TEN

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♠︎ JUNGKOOK

Jungkook wasn't sure what made him follow you inside.

Before he could think he was moving, past Taehyung - who was still sat looking uneasy beside him at the fire pit. If he'd been suspicious that something had happened between you and Tae before, now he was nearly certain.

And so he was following you, because...

Because what? 

Because he cared? Because he was jealous? Because you looked upset, and he wanted to comfort you?

Jungkook couldn't say, but he wasn't going to sit out there while you were inside alone, your eyes filled with worry instead of mischief. 

He found you in the kitchen once more, clutching a glass of water with a shaking hand. When you spotted Jungkook, though, you placed the water down, a curtain of calm descending over your face.

"Hi trouble," you teased, attempting a smile. But he wasn't buying it.

"Don't give me that," Jungkook threw back, wandering towards you. "What happened out there? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you shrugged, as though Jungkook were overreacting, crossing your arms over your chest.

For a moment, Jungkook was tempted to drop it, but he couldn't. He couldn't go on letting you evade his questions.

"Let me ask you this one more time," he said calmly, taking another step towards you. "And this time, you're not going to lie to me."

At this proximity, Jungkook was looming above you. As he gazed down at the woman who had caused him nothing but strife for the last two days, he was struck by your delicateness in comparison to him. He was a good few inches taller than you, his broad frame enveloping yours, and though you gazed up at him defiantly, he could sense something shifting behind your eyes. Like a storm of worry in your irises.

"Are you alright?" he repeated, his voice gentler this time.

"Yes," you said softly. "I... didn't want to do that, to be honest. And then I felt a bit drunk and needed water. That's all."

"Did something happen between you and Taehyung?" Jungkook pressed. He knew it was none of his business, but he couldn't help himself.

You shifted beneath Jungkook's gaze. "Why does it matter?"

"Do you want me to say it's because I care about you as my friend?" he pushed. "Because I do. I still want you to be okay outside of whatever else we have going on. This is separate from that."

"I appreciate that," you observed coolly, "but I don't think that's what happened."

Jungkook's eyebrow raised. "No?"

You hummed. "No. I think maybe you're just disappointed the bottle didn't land on you."

Jungkook scoffed. "Yeah right."

But it was unconvincing even to his own ears. And all of a sudden, your eyes were widening in realisation.

"Oh shit," you cursed lightly. "Possessiveness."

Jungkook blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"It's a trigger for you, right?" You said, stepping closer, looking triumphant. "It's the first one I've figured out. You don't like the idea of me with other guys. It makes you frustrated, hm?"

Jungkook knew what you were doing. Steering the conversation away from Taehyung and what happened between you. And yet he couldn't help but let you do it.

"Tell me, Kookie," you continued now, clearly unwilling to let this go as you dragged a finger across the lapel of Jungkook's shirt. "When that bottle landed on Tae, and you thought of my mouth on his neck and not yours, how did you feel?" 

Jungkook shrugged. "Indifferent," he fibbed.

You smirked and leaned in, eyes glinting now with the haze of the kitchen lights.

"Liar," you mouthed, the word sitting accusingly on the pink tip of your tongue. "I saw the way you looked at Namjoon when he rubbed that sunscreen in."

"Why does it matter?" Jungkook shot back reflexively, repeating your own words from earlier. But in doing so, he had all but admitted it. And now you were grinning in the knowledge that you had guessed correctly.

It made Jungkook's stomach curl. Yet again, it felt like you had gained one up on him.

"Possessive," you repeated almost wondrously, eyes scanning over his face. "Excellent. I can work with that."

"You seem far too pleased with yourself," Jungkook spat, irritated.

"I was disappointed about the hickey too, you know," you said, almost matter-of-factly. 

Jungkook froze. He was caught off guard by your candour. 

"You look really fucking good tonight, Kookie," you continued, your eyes raking over him, and he didn't miss the way they lingered on his tattooed arm. "I wanted it."

In the time you had been speaking, you were moving closer. Jungkook was looking directly down at you now, at the way you hovered inches below his mouth.

"But now, I'm thinking," you continued, voice low and inviting. "That you might prefer marking me up instead, hm? Considering how eager you are to possess me." 

Jungkook was too worked up now to back down, these final words mixing a dangerous concotion of desire and irritation. 

He wasn't stepping away from this one without a victory.

"I'm warning you now," he murmured, so close to you now that he could see the sweep of blush over your cheeks. "You're talking a big game. You'd better be able to handle it."

You blinked up at him, unfazed. But you weren't smiling any more. 

One eyebrow raised, and you gazed at him expectantly. "I'm waiting, bunny boy."

Jungkook had had enough.

He dipped his chin, leaning in to connect his lips with yours. But before he could reach you, you stopped him with one finger pressed to his mouth.

"Hold up, junior," you smiled in amusement. "That's not where hickeys go."

Jungkook felt the irritation flare in his belly once more at your teasing, but this time, he composed himself.

"How about you show me where you want me," he commanded gently, grasping your wrist and lowering your hand from his mouth. 

His voice was low. Steady. He was proud of himself for it, especially because the words seemed to affect you, becoming seemingly compliant for the first time in any of your conversations. Tilting your chin upwards a little and dipping your left ear, you exposed the bare column of your neck to him. 

This action struck him as surprisingly vulnerable, and intensely sexy at the same time. The knot at his spine curled tighter as he imagined doing this with you in bed. Bare skin everywhere, not just your neck.

"Here," you breathed, tapping your neck lightly with the pad of a finger. "Why, have you never given a hickey befo-"

Your running mouth paused, for just a moment.

Because Jungkook had stepped forward, and brushed his lips feather-light over your neck.

His mouth was barely there. The arch of his lip met your skin, and Jungkook could smell your heady perfume, and the tang of the rum you'd been drinking all night. He wanted more of it.

The movement wasn't intense or hurried, as Jungkook had imagined this might be. It was gentle. Barely a movement at all.

And yet, it seemed to be enough to make you speechless.

Jungkook smirked into your neck at your silence. "This is it, huh?"

You bristled beneath him. When you spoke your voice was heavier than before. "This is what?"

Jungkook nuzzled at your sweet spot. "This is the way to shut you up."

You tutted, and Jungkook knew you were on the precipice of shoving him away for his impertinent comment, and he absolutely couldn't have that, considering he'd just gotten a taste for you.

So he moved fast, one hand coming up to cup your other cheek, and pressing his lips back into the seam of your neck, bolder this time, flicking his tongue upwards.

Jungkook felt, rather than heard, the breath that hitched in your throat as he did it. He felt the vibrations of it beneath his tongue, the way your soft skin trembled with the movement of air beneath it.

The fire in his belly crackled and spat. Finally, after days of frustration, he could taste the thing he'd desired.

Victory.

So he did it again.

He didn't have to look up to know your eyes had shut, and when one hand went up and around his neck, splaying across the top of his spine, something primitive roared inside him, the fire burning ever brighter.

He was marking you. It was a purely primal feeling, and he couldn't seem to get enough of it.

Never before had he considered that possessiveness would be his trigger. And yet the memory of Namjoon rubbing sunscreen into this very spot was still burned into his brain, as he nipped and then licked soothingly over the junction between your neck and collarbone, searching for the place that made your breath hitch the hardest. 

Replacing Namjoon. Outdoing him.

Taking you for his own, and leaving his mark behind to prove it.

Jungkook really fucking liked that thought.

The desire was too great to stop him. He seized your waist in his hand, loving the curve of it in his palm as he manoeuvred you backwards, your back hitting the kitchen wall. A soft cry of surprise left your lips, but then Jungkook was pressing his body into yours as his lips found your neck again, feeling every flare and ridge of your figure beneath him, and he was lost in you.

He felt like he was burning up. Like he had a fever, and the only way to douse it was to press himself to you over and over again, your waist shifting in his grip as his did, your fingers threading desperately into his hair. Jungkook tugged at your hair too with a gentle fist of it, tilting your chin up further to increase his access, as he concentrated on the one spot that made you squirm the most, until-

Until you moaned.

It was soft, high-pitched; clearly unintended. And it was sexy as fuck.

Jungkook froze.

"Fuck," he cursed in wonder, feeling the knot tighten at the base of his spine. "Do that again."

You shook your head in defiance, though your words were no more than a whisper. "No."

He pulled back from your neck, raising his face to become level with yours.

"I can just make you do it again, you know," he warned, glowering down at where you were trapped beneath him. "If you're gonna be such a brat about it."

For the first time since he'd arrived, you had nothing to say.

Jungkook regarded you, barely a millimetre away from his own face now. Your pupils were blown out, eyes hooded, and even you couldn't have denied your arousal. It was there, plain and simple, for him to see. He felt a surge of confidence at how affected you were without him even kissing you, his groin throbbing at the thought of how loud you would be when he finally got you underneath him. 

"Judging from how desperate you look right now," he continued, emboldened by your silence, "I wouldn't count on winning that battle, either."

"You sure about that?" you arched an eyebrow, finding your words at last, though they were strung out and breathless. "Don't act as if you're not desperate for me too. One hand in your pants would probably have you moaning for me in seconds, bunny boy."

"I told you to stop fucking calling me that," he hissed at the suggestion behind your words, at how right you were, at the fact that he was hard as a rock just from pressing his mouth into your neck. His jaw clenched, the hand at your waist gripping you tighter than before.

"Make me," you bit at him, eyes glittering with mischief and desire. "Bunny-"

Jungkook lost it.

In one rapid action he was reaching for you, fingers curling firmly around the soft hair at the back of your head to draw your mouth into his in what promised to be a desperate clash of mouths, and your eyes were closing under his, as Jungkook prepared to take what he'd wanted for days-

"Sweetheart, are you oka- oh, shit," came an amused voice from the doorway, interrupting right at the last moment. 

When Jungkook whirled around he spied Yoongi, leaning against the doorframe wearing a highly bemused grin. 

"Never mind," his hyung said lightly, glancing between you and Jungkook, the splay of your bodies against the wall. "Seems like you're more than okay."

You tutted, but didn't move from where Jungkook still had you pinned. "Do you mind, Yoongles? We're working through something here."

"Clearly," Yoongi teased, waving his fingers mockingly as he left. "Use protection, kids."

But despite how fired up Jungkook felt, he knew that the moment was over, even as his hyung left the room.

Your head was tilted back against the wall, your chest rising and falling gently as you caught your breath. On your neck, damp and shining under the kitchen light, was the swollen pink evidence of his ministrations; a lovebite blooming across your smooth skin.

Jungkook felt his heart pounding in his ears as he gazed at it. The desire pooling at his spine was almost too much, and his pants felt far too tight.

You looked really fucking good with his mark on you.

Was this all part of taming a brat, as Yoongi had suggested he do? Was this burning desire to possess you, to make you submit, to show the others that you were his and his only... was this all part of that? This sexual game you were playing?

He didn't know. But if it was, Jungkook wasn't sure if he could survive it unscathed.

"We're gonna have to be more careful," you said now, cutting through the haze of Jungkook's arousal and dragging him back to the present. "That could have been anyone, and they all think I'm here to write a story. If they know we're fooling around... I don't know what they're gonna think of me. Jimin has already caught on."

Jungkook's brow furrowed. "He has? Wait - you... talked to him?" he pressed, the anxiety swelling inside him about what Jimin might have let slip about his skills in the bedroom. "About me?"

There was a glint in your eye. "Maybe," you hinted. "Maybe not."

And before Jungkook could press you any further on that, you were moving deftly from under his grip. He did his best not to miss the loss of your body heat beneath him.

"Wait a few minutes," you said, fixing your hair over your shoulders so it hid the hickey well enough. "Don't follow me out."

As you left, you turned back for just a moment. It was just long enough for Jungkook to see that a dark light was still burning in your eyes. The remnants of your arousal. A reminder that you weren't unbeatable, after all.

Despite Yoongi's interruption, he couldn't help but smile to himself. The memory of you moaning for him was already painting itself onto his brain, his groin aching as he replayed it.

Finally, tonight, he felt as if he had a shot at victory.

And it tasted delicious.

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