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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

It was not right.

Jungkook was standing right in front of her, and her back was pressed against the locker. Something about this moment felt strange.  It was making her feel tense, nervous—uncomfortable.

Why was he even here?

It had been months since the last time she met him. Their argument back then was not even that serious, but he never came near her again after that. Not a single interaction. Not even a glance. And now, all of a sudden, he was here. Standing close. Looking at her in a way that made her heart drop.

The way his eyes scanned her face––it was different. It was not like before. Before, he looked annoyed, disinterested. That first time they met, he insulted her without even knowing her. But now, there was something else in his expression.

A smirk. Sharp eyes.

It felt like a warning. Something about him gave off a dark feeling.

Then he spoke.

"Your name is Evie Parker, right? Yeah... Evie," he said in a casual tone. "Hi, Evie. How are you? Nice to meet you... again."

His voice was smooth, almost playful but Evie couldn't bring herself to smile. She could feel the attention of other students around them. Whispers. Quick glances. Everyone was surprised. Why would someone like Jungkook be talking to a girl like her?

She looked nervous. He noticed.

Jungkook suddenly placed his hand on her shoulder, leaning a little closer. His touch made her stiffen.

"Relax," he said with a small smirk. "Don't be nervous. I am not gonna eat you... not here at least."

Evie's expression changed immediately. She understood what he meant. It was a disgusting joke, and the fact that he smiled after saying it made her stomach twist.

She stepped aside quickly, brushing off his hand. She didn't want him touching her. Not even a little.

He chuckled softly, like he found her reaction amusing.

"You remember how messy our first meeting was?" he said, still standing close. "I was an idiot. I judged you too fast. I didn't even know you, but I said things that weren't fair."

He looked at her seriously for a second, then added, "Back then, I thought you were into me. But now, I get it. You weren't. I was just too full of myself. I misunderstood everything."

Then his smirk returned.

"But now... I'm actually interested in talking to you."

Evie didn't answer. Her eyes stayed on him, cautious.

"Pretty girl," he said slowly, "may I talk to you? Just for a few minutes."

Even though it sounded like he was asking for permission, she knew the truth. It didn't matter what she said. Yes or no. He had already made up his mind. He was going to say whatever he came to say. He didn't care about her answer.

Jungkook's eyes scanned her again, slowly and shamelessly, from her head down to her shoes, lingering at places he shouldn't. His gaze felt too intense, too focused, and it made Evie's skin crawl. She stood frozen, her back still pressed to the cold metal lockers, unsure of what to do or say.

Then he spoke, voice low and laced with something teasing and heavy.

"But I gotta say..." he dragged his words like he was enjoying the moment, "you really took my words to heart, huh? You look... different today. Better. That top and jeans? It suits you. You actually look good."

He paused for a second, letting his eyes drop down again before they slowly came back up to meet hers.

"I mean, I called you average before, right?" he said, smirking. "But today? You're definitely above that. I guess someone wanted to be noticed."

Evie stayed quiet, trying to hide the way her hands gripped the books she held. She didn't like where this was going, and the way he was talking made her more and more uneasy.

"And it worked," Jungkook added. "The effort... I see it. Lip gloss, eyeliner... a little extra something in the way you're standing. I notice all of it."

His tone dropped slightly, his eyes darker now, almost whispering his next words like a secret.

"I might have been a jerk back then, but I'm not blind. I don't ignore beauty. And effort. Damn, it's working."

He took a small step closer, just enough to close the space between them a little more. His voice lowered, almost seductive.

"You're a girl who knows what she wants... and knows how to get it," he said, his gaze not leaving hers.

Then, slowly, his fingers reached out, brushing lightly against her arm. Just his fingertips, but it made Evie flinch. The contact was soft, but it wasn't comforting–it was calculated. She felt like he was testing how far he could push.

Her body tensed, heart racing, but she didn’t move. She didn't know if it was fear or confusion. All she knew was that his dark eyes were locked on hers, and she couldn't read what was going on in his mind.

Evie stiffened as Jungkook's fingers lightly brushed against her shoulder again, his touch slow and deliberate. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She shifted uncomfortably, taking a shaky breath before stuttering out, trying to sound firm even though her voice betrayed her nervousness.

"What—what are you even here and doing?" she asked, her voice quiet but filled with unease. "I don't even... know you."

But Jungkook didn't flinch. He leaned a little closer, clearly enjoying the way her confidence faltered. The smug smirk on his lips deepened as his gaze stayed locked on her face, studying every twitch and blink like it amused him.

"You don't know me?" he said, pretending to be surprised. "Come on, pretty... everyone knows me here. But since you're acting all innocent, let me help you out."

He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping to a smooth, low tone.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook," he said slowly, like he was delivering a line from a movie. "But if you want... you can just call me 'mine'."

Her heart pounded against her chest to uncomfortably, and her grip tightened around the books in her arms. She turned slightly, trying to step back and put space between them, but before she could say anything else, Jungkook lifted his hand and gently pressed two fingers against her lips.

"Shhh," he whispered with a playful smirk, his voice calm but soaked in arrogance. "Don't ruin the moment with that attitude."

Instead of stepping away, he leaned in closer, closing the already small space between them. His voice, teasing and low, brushed against her skin like a warning disguised as a compliment.

"Why so cold, huh? Still mad about last time? About how I judged you?" He chuckled, slowly shaking his head. "Come on, pretty girl... girls like you aren't meant to be mad. You're made to enjoy. To satisfy."

She tried to turn her face away, but his eyes didn't leave her. He noticed everything–the way her throat moved as she swallowed hard, the way her body subtly leaned away from his presence, her fingers trembling just slightly around her books.

"Look at you..." he murmured. "Nervous. Trying to keep your cool. No one's ever stood this close to you, have they?"

He leaned in just a little more, his voice deep and slow, almost like he was whispering secrets only meant for her.

"And damn..." he said, licking his lower lip casually. "Don't be mad, alright? I hate when girls pout. I much prefer the way their eyes roll back when they're speechless for the right reasons."

The meaning behind his words was clear–too clear and it made her stomach twist. She felt trapped, her heart beating faster, out of discomfort. She didn't like this. Not his tone. Not the way he looked at her like she was something to play with.

And yet, he stood there - confident, bold, and completely unbothered by the tension he was creating.

But he didn't stop there.

He laughed softly, the sound low and wicked as his breath ghosted across her skin.

"But damn," he said, finally pulling back just enough to look at her face again, "you make nervous look sexy. That tight little swallow, that stiff posture... baby, I might just make it my mission to see what it takes to make you melt."

His eyes never leaving Evie's face, that devilish smirk still curved on his lips like he was enjoying every bit of her discomfort. He could see it–the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed, the slight shake in her fingers as she clenched her fists, like her whole body was stuck between running or screaming. But instead of backing off, he just lean towards her face.

"I know you're mad, sweetheart," he said in a slow, honey-dipped tone, his voice low and laced with sinful charm, "and honestly, you have every right to be. I was kind of a dick, wasn't I? But... see, the thing is, I've always had my own way of saying sorry to pretty girls like you. Not the boring 'I'm sorry' words or some lame-ass flowers... nah, my apologies come with a little more effort... more heat."

He let that sink in, watching her reaction, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he tilted his head slightly.

"Wanna know how I apologize?" he whispered, taking one more step forward, their bodies now almost brushing. "I promise you'll like it. Fuck, you might even love it. One night - that's all it takes. Just one night with me and I'll make you forget why you were even mad in the first place."

He paused, letting his words settle down. But he didn't stop. He leaned in, letting his lips hover near her ear again, his voice dropping to a seductive rasp.

"Let me show you how good an apology can feel, baby. No lies, no games - just you, me, a bed... or anywhere you want, really. I don't mind the floor, the wall, the fucking bathroom or even toilet seat... I'll make it worth it. My tongue between your legs, your back arching, your voice breaking as I make you fall apart over and over again. That's my version of saying sorry."

Evie's eyes widened, her entire body locking up like her muscles had turned to stone. She couldn't breathe, couldn't even blink - the audacity in his voice, the way he looked at her like she was already naked in his mind, it was too much. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and still, he didn't stop.

"I mean... you could even leave me a tip afterward if it's that good," he added, smirking wickedly as he lifted a hand to trace a finger down her arm, "but I have a feeling you'll be paying me back in moans and scratch marks instead. And trust me, baby... I accept all kinds of payment."

He pulled back just enough to look at her, head to toe, tongue poking the inside of his cheek like he was holding back a curse.

"You're trembling, Evie... frozen like a deer in headlights," he whispered, more amused than concerned. "But I get it. No one's ever offered you something like this before - not with this confidence, not with this mouth. You're curious, aren't you? Curious how it'd feel to let go for once, stop pretending, and let someone like me make you feel things no one else has."

He almost challenging her to push him away, but she stayed still–frozen in a mix of disbelief, disgust, and  terrifying.

"But don't worry," he added with a grin, voice smooth like sin, "we're just getting started, pretty girl."

Jungkook chuckled low under his breath, eyes flicking down to her trembling hands like he found her struggle amusing, his voice dripping with arrogance as he stepped even closer, cornering her against the locker like he owned the space around her.

"You're shaking, Evie," he said, voice darker now, more raw. "But don't act like you're not curious. I can see it in your eyes... that little flicker of wonder. You're probably imagining it right now, aren't you? Wondering if all the rumors about me are true–about how good my cock feels, how deep I go, how I make girls forget their fucking name once they're under me."

He smirked again, eyes shamelessly roaming her body like he could already see what was under her clothes.

"I know you're probably hesitating, trying to be the 'good girl', holding it all in... but trust me, baby, once you taste what I offer–once you ride this dick just once–you'll never crave anything else again. Fuck being gentle. I don't play soft. I make girls scream, cry, beg... and they always come back for more."

Evie's chest rose and fell quickly, her hands balling at her sides. Her throat felt dry and her legs were stiff like they were rooted to the floor. She was frozen–out of shock, discomfort, and the overwhelming filth of his words.

He leaned in again, so close she could feel his breath against her cheek as he whispered:

"And listen, if you're worried about the cost of giving in... baby, I don't mind paying. You want money? Fine. Just name the fucking price. You wanna be my slut for a night? I'll treat you like a queen while I ruin you. How much? A hundred? A thousand? You name it, and I'll drop the cash - as long as I get to hear you moan my name while you fall apart on this cock."

Evie froze, her heart thundering, jaw clenched, nausea crawling up her throat.

"But let's be real," he added with a grin that made her skin crawl, "I know once I get inside you, you won't be asking for money–you'll be begging for round two."

Was this even real.

What's even happened right now.

His words were still echoing inside her head, crawling under her skin like something dirty she couldn't wash off.

"Be my slut... one night."

"Price."

"What's your price?"

The way he said it, so casually, like she was just a thing to be bought, made her feel sick to her stomach. Her chest tightened painfully, her throat burned, and her eyes stung.

Jungkook looked down at her with that same arrogant smirk, his tone light but laced with filth as he added, "You don't know how lucky you are. I don't offer this kind of deal to just anyone, Evie. Full night. No rush. I'll make sure you feel everything... every inch. And I'll pay good money too - generous tip, even. A special offer just for you. Full service. My tongue, my fingers, my cock - all yours. Just one night, baby. You'll love it. Fuck, you'll beg for it."

Her heart dropped.

He was still smirking, like he thought he was charming, like this was some sick joke she'd eventually laugh along with.

Evie stared at him, eyes wide, breath caught in her throat. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, scream, or just disappear.

Her lips parted, and her voice came out small and shaking, barely a whisper.

"A night... with you?"

Her eyes didn't leave his face as she asked again, slower this time, like she needed to be sure she heard him right.

"My price?..you asking about my prize."

Her fingers slipped, and the books she was holding fell from her hands with a loud thud against the cold hallway floor.

Everyone was silent.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, amused.

But then—

Evie's hand lifted without warning, driven by all the rage, shame, and pain boiling in her chest, and the next second, the sharp sound of skin hitting skin cracked through the hallway.

A harsh, loud slap.

Jungkook's head snapped to the side, the smirk wiped clean off his face.

The hallway went completely silent.

Gasps erupted all around them. Students froze where they stood. No one moved. No one spoke.

Evie stood there, chest rising and falling fast, her hand still in the air, her body shaking with emotion. Her eyes were glossy now, but her anger burned through the tears, sharp and raw.

She had slapped him and not lightly.

It was the kind of slap that came from deep inside, the kind that carried every ounce of pain, disgust, and humiliation he had just thrown at her.

Jungkook couldn't speak.

For the first time, he was silent - completely frozen, as the sting on his cheek burned like fire. His smirk was gone, his pride cracked. He didn't expect that. Not the slap. Not from her.

But before he could even process what just happened, Evie shoved him–hard.

She pushed him back with every ounce of anger boiling inside her. He stumbled, caught off guard, and as he tried to regain his balance, she grabbed the nearest thing in her bag–a water bottle and threw it straight at him.

It hit his chest and dropped to the floor with a loud clang.

Everyone in the hallway went still.

Dead silence.

All eyes were on them and she standing there with fire in her eyes, and Jungkook, the school's spoiled golden boy, looking at her like he'd just been dragged down from his throne.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" she shouted, loud enough that it echoed off the walls.

Jungkook stared at her, speechless - eyes wide, chest rising slowly like he couldn't believe her reaction.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!! " she screamed again, her voice sharper than before, so loud it pierced the thick tension in the hallway. "You disgusting piece of shit, asking about my prize!!"

The students around them still hadn't moved.

A few had their hands over their mouths. Some were whispering. But most just watched - wide-eyed, shocked, because no one ever talked to Jungkook like that. No one had ever dared.

But Evie wasn't done yet and you could see it in her eyes.

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—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ