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

Bodies were already molded into each other—flushed, breathless and completely pliable in his arms.

The soft curves of her chest pressed against his firm frame, and her hips unknowingly rolled forward, grinding gently against the hard bulge growing in his jeans. The heat between them wasn't just physical–it was pulsing, alive, impossible to ignore.

Jungkook's breath hitched as he felt her body shift against him. He was fully aware of the way her core lined up perfectly with his crotch, the way she whimpered softly under her breath without even realizing what she was doing. He wanted to stay in control–but God, she was testing every limit.

Then... without warning... he felt her lips press gently to his neck.

A small, warm kiss-soft, hesitant, innocent.

But then... she did it again. Slower this time. And then her lips parted, and her tongue flicked against his skin, tasting him. She sucked gently, almost lazily, like she had no idea what it was doing to him.

Jungkook's jaw clenched. His fingers dug slightly into her waist as a wave of heat shot through his body.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

He hadn't expected that. Not from her. Not from the girl he claimed to hate-the one he plotted against. But right now... with her mouth on his neck, leaving a wet trail and a forming hickey... her hands trembling but still holding onto him like he was the only thing she could recognize in the chaos... she didn't look like his enemy.

She looked fragile. Soft. Dangerous in a completely different way.

"You really don't know what you're doing, do you, babygirl?" he whispered into her hair, voice low and hoarse. "You're getting yourself in trouble... and you don't even know it."

His hands began to move-slowly at first. Exploring. One hand slid up her back, under the thin strap of her dress. The other dropped lower, gripping her hips with more purpose now. He pulled her even closer until her pelvis pressed completely against his arousal.

"You feel that?" he rasped, lips brushing her temple. "It's your fault."

Evie was far gone-eyes half-closed, lips parted. She was lost in sensation. Her lips still hovered over his skin, tasting his cologne, nuzzling closer like she was addicted to his warmth.

Jungkook gave in. He tilted his head, giving her full access to his neck, letting her do whatever her high, curious heart wanted. His hand tangled in her hair as she continued, and his other hand kneaded her hips like he was holding back something animalistic inside him.

Then, slowly... her lips trailed upward. Across his jaw... toward the corner of his mouth. She was moving without thought, just following heat and instinct. Her breath fanned over his lips, and her nose brushed against his.

Jungkook stood frozen, his gaze locked on her lips as they hovered just above his own. Then, before she could kiss him-he did it first.

He licked her lips.

A slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. Just enough to make her shiver. Just enough to make her want more.

She let out a little chuckle, breathless and soft, like she didn't even realize what she was doing.

And then she leaned in. This time, she kissed him.

Soft. Warm. Uncertain.

But real.

And Jungkook... let her.

He didn't stop her. He didn't pull away.

Instead, he deepened the kiss. Slowly. Deliberately.

His lips moved against hers like he was tasting something forbidden. His tongue slid past her lips with practiced ease, claiming her mouth while his hands pulled her tightly against his arousal.

Jungkook didn't stop. He couldn't. Her lips were soft and slightly parted, warm and willing against his. What started as a gentle kiss quickly spiraled into something reckless-something messy, wild, and full of unsaid tension.

Their mouths moved in sync, but clumsy from the heat. Teeth clashed, breaths hitched, tongues tangled. His lips devoured hers, like he was starved and she was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. She moaned softly into his mouth, melting under his touch, and that sound made him lose every remaining ounce of restraint.

"Shit, babygirl," he groaned against her lips, hand sliding up to cup her jaw, forcing her to stay close. "You're going insane at this point..."

Her hands clutched his shirt, tugging at it like she needed him-like her body knew only him in that moment. Her hips shifted again, grinding ever so slightly against his crotch, and Jungkook swore his brain short-circuited.

He let out a sharp breath, grabbing her hips tightly. "You feel that? Huh?" he whispered hotly in her ear.

She whimpered, and it only pushed him further. His grip on her hips tightened as he began to move-slow, firm rolls of his hips against her body. Their cores rubbed in rhythm, her soft curves fitting perfectly against the hard length straining beneath his jeans.

And she moved with him.

Not fully aware. Not entirely conscious. But her body responded to his. She rolled her hips right back, matching his rhythm, chasing the friction without even realizing what she was doing.

He dipped his head again, lips grazing her flushed neck. He sucked softly-then a little harder, leaving another mark just below her jawline. She gasped, tilting her head back, baring her throat to him like a silent invitation.

"I could do this all night," he growled against her skin. "Kiss you... grind into you like this... make you forget anyone else even exists. Including your boyfriend."

His words were low, sharp and lust and yet his tone was so smooth enough to lure her.

She clung to him harder, her dress had ridden up slightly, exposing more skin as his hands roamed-one slipping under the fabric to grab the soft flesh of her thigh, while the other stayed locked on her waist, guiding her grind.

Their lips met again, messier this time. Open-mouthed, breathless, sinful. Her lipstick smeared across both their mouths, and her body shook under the sensation building between them.

"God, look at you," he muttered darkly, pulling back just enough to stare at her face. "You're fucking addicted already. Aren't you?"

She blinked slowly, lips parted, pupils blown wide. Her body leaned fully into his, her chest heaving against him. And that answer-her silence, her flush, her trembling legs–was all the confirmation he needed.

His lips crashed back onto hers, harder this time. His tongue swept into her mouth with a new hunger, and his hips bucked forward with another slow, intense grind that made them both moan.

The crowd was loud, the music thumping hard enough to shake the floor, but for one person, everything had suddenly gone quiet.

He stood there, frozen in place, surrounded by people dancing, laughing, living in a world he no longer felt part of. His heart pounded inside his chest, but his breath came out shallow, like something had knocked the air out of him.

Person was Taehyung.

He had been calling her–Evie–over and over, hoping to enjoy tonight. But she didn't answer her phone. She didn't text back. So he searched through the crowd, weaving through the sea of strangers... and then he saw her.

There, on the dance floor, under the dim, flashing lights–was Evie.

But not alone.

She was pressed flush against Jungkook, her body molded into his like they were one. Her hands were tangled in his shirt, his fingers gripping her waist like he owned her, and their mouths… their mouths were locked in a kiss so deep and messy, it made Taehyung's stomach twist painfully.

She wasn't pulling away. She wasn't stopping him. She was kissing him back. Touching him. Moving with him.

Taehyung didn't blink for several seconds. He couldn't.

It felt like time had stopped.

And then, slowly, like something breaking inside him, a single tear slipped down his cheek.

He didn't even realize he was crying at first. He didn't know a person could feel so hurt and numb at the same time. He just kept staring at them–at her–like if he looked long enough, it would all turn out to be some misunderstanding. Maybe it wasn't her.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the lights were messing with his eyes. But deep down, he knew. It was her. It was Evie.

The girl he trusted. The girl he believed was different.

The girl who once said she loved him.

And now she was wrapped up in Jungkook's arms like he was the only one who mattered.

Taehyung's throat felt tight, and he swallowed hard, trying to push down the bitter taste of betrayal rising from his chest.

It wasn't just the kiss.

It was the way she leaned into Jungkook like she belonged there. The way her lips moved over his so freely. The way her body followed his lead so naturally, as if this wasn't their first time. As if this had been waiting to happen all along.

He remembered Jungkook's words from not long ago–how he'd claim that every girl eventually falls for him, that no one could resist him for long and Evie is not an exception. At the time, Taehyung had outburst it off an he fought with Jungkook.

He thought Evie would never be that kind of girl. He thought she was loyal. Strong. Real.

But now she was proving that maybe Jungkook had been right.

Maybe she wasn't different after all.

Taehyung stood there silently as the crowd danced around him, unaware of how his world had just shattered. His eyes were glassy, his jaw clenched, and though only a few tears slipped down his face, the pain in his chest was unbearable.

He didn't move.

Jungkook didn't need to look to know Taehyung was standing there. He could feel his eyes burning through the crowd, feel the heavy silence in the middle of the loud music, and that was enough. He had seen him enter the club a few minutes ago. Of course, he had been waiting for this moment all night. So when Evie's lips brushed against his again, messy and eager, still lost in the high he gave her, he tilted his head and smirked right into the kiss.

And just for show–just to pour salt into the bleeding wound he knew Taehyung was now carrying–Jungkook bit down on her lower lip. Not too hard, but enough to make her gasp and lean closer, her nails digging lightly into his shoulder.

He didn't turn around. He didn't glance at the man whose heart was breaking just a few feet away. That would ruin the performance. No, he played it smoothly, like he didn't know, like this was just another night for him, just another girl caught up in him.

His lips hovered over hers, and in a breathy whisper against her mouth, he murmured, "You want more, don't you?"

Evie nodded, giggling softly, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her body swaying as she pressed herself closer into him. She bit her own lip, breath hitching like she couldn't even hold herself upright without him.

"Good girl," he praised, voice thick and low as his hand gripped her waist and turned her slightly, slipping through the crowd with ease. The music and lights were a perfect distraction–too loud, too chaotic–for anyone to notice them disappear. That's why he chose this place.

He didn't want Taehyung to follow.

So without a second glance, Jungkook led Evie across the dance floor, keeping her close, her laughter soft in his ears as she mumbled things he couldn't quite understand. Her steps were clumsy, her eyes half-lidded, and her hands kept gripping at his shirt like he was the only thing keeping her from falling.

He reached the hallway, his pace unhurried, calm. Everything was going exactly as he planned.

Within seconds, he reached the room he had booked hours earlier, just in case this moment came. He pushed the door open and pulled her inside, locking it behind them with a soft click. The music from the club was muffled now, like the outside world no longer existed.

Evie turned to him immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck like second nature. Her lips found his skin again, warm and eager, trailing down his jaw to his neck, leaving wet kisses that made him grunt under his breath.

"Shit," Jungkook breathed out, a frustrated sound slipping past his lips as he felt her mouth press harder. His hand gripped her waist tightly, holding her in place as she kept kissing him like she couldn't stop herself. "Stop it, babygirl… don't…" he whispered, his voice faltering as her teeth grazed his skin.

He clenched his jaw, head tilting back slightly, swallowing the sound that threatened to escape when she sucked gently just under his ear. His fingers twitched on her hips, and he let out a strained breath, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself.

"Fuck… I didn't think it would hit you this hard," he whispered, half amused, half amazed. "I just put a small dose in your drink–barely anything. Just enough to loosen you up. But look at you…" He leaned down, pressing his nose against the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent with a low chuckle. "You're so sensitive. Just a few glasses and you're already melting."

Evie whimpered softly, holding him tighter like she needed him to stay grounded. Her skin was flushed, glowing red from the heat inside her. Her body trembled slightly in his arms in need.

Jungkook slowly pulled her face away from his neck, guiding her with both hands cupping her cheeks. He stared at her for a moment, eyes tracing her dazed expression, her parted lips, the way she blinked slowly like she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't.

"Stop, babygirl," he whispered again, softer this time but control. "Don't do anything which you will regret."

She let out a soft sound–half sigh, half whimper–her lips brushing his, her breath shaky. But she didn't back away.

Jungkook could feel it–the way her body trembled from pure desperate need. She was too high to think straight, her mind completely drowned in the haze he had so carefully created. And now, every touch, every breath, every second between them was amplified in her intoxicated body.

Jungkook's jaw tightened.

Everything was going according to plan.

Too perfectly.

He could ruin her right now. He could finish what he started, make sure she never forgot this night–never looked at herself the same again. He could completely break her, emotionally and physically. She was all over him, begging without even using words.

But…

He wasn't going to do it.

Not like this.

Because the destruction he planned for her is more then it can ever be.

"Evie," he murmured low against her ear, his voice dark and rich, almost playful, but edged with warning. "If you want to be a good girl for me, you're going to listen."

She didn't reply, just whimpered softly and tried to pull him closer, eyes glazed and lips parted as if even breathing without him hurt.

Jungkook smirked and gripped her waist, pulling her off of him gently, but firmly. He guided her backward a few steps toward the bed, his voice still deep and commanding.

"Lie down," he said, eyes locked on hers. "Right there. On the bed. I'm not asking twice."

She blinked at him, confused for a second, her legs stumbling slightly as she obeyed, sitting down heavily on the edge of the mattress. Her hands reached for him again.

"No touching," he said with a shake of his head, smirking as he pushed her hands away. "Not unless I say so. Or else I'll have to punish you, and you're already too fucked out to handle that, aren't you?"

She let out another tiny sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whine, her head nodding slowly, lips trembling as if begging him to come closer.

He stepped in then, towering over her as she sat weakly on the bed, her body swaying from the haze. He brought his hand up and gently trailed his fingers down the side of her face, brushing over her flushed cheek, then tracing a slow line across her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Such a pretty little mess," he whispered, voice thick with temptation. "You don't even know what is happening with you, do you?"

She leaned into his touch, her body instinctively moving toward his warmth, her hands once again trying to reach for him.

"Tsk..tsk," he tsked, gently pushing her back with just a finger on her forehead. "I said lie down. Now. Like a good girl. You do that for me, and maybe I'll reward you later."

She whimpered again, lips trembling, but followed his command, her body slowly falling back onto the bed, limbs heavy and breath uneven. Her eyes fluttered as she gazed up at him, still reaching weakly in the air like a child needing comfort.

Jungkook sat down on the edge beside her, exhaling slowly as he looked at her. The sight of her there–completely helpless–stirred something dark inside him.

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then let his fingers drag lightly across her temple, down her cheek, and along the line of her jaw.

"Look at you…" he murmured. "You were so eager, weren't you? You wanted it so bad."

Her lips parted, a soft sound slipping out, but no words formed. Her body relaxed into the sheets, her eyes slowly starting to close, chest rising and falling steadily now.

Jungkook sighed and leaned closer, brushing his lips softly against her lips, his voice dropping to barely a whisper.

"But I'm not that cruel," he said. "Not when you won't even remember the best part."

And then slowly she passed out within seconds as she already in drugs influence. Completely still. Completely gone.

And Jungkook sat there quietly beside her, staring at her sleeping face, knowing that while he didn't take what he could have–he still do enough damage tonight to make sure she'd never forget his name.

On the other hand...

When Jungkook slipped away with Evie, disappearing into the thick crowd with her clinging to him, Taehyung stood frozen.

Something inside him snapped.

His vision blurred from the sharp sting of betrayal cutting through his chest. His heart was pounding violently, not with excitement or rhythm, but with rage, disbelief, and unbearable pain.

He pushed forward, eyes darting across the moving bodies, trying to follow them. But the crowd was too much. Bodies swayed, lights flickered, music thundered and they were gone.

"EVIE!!" he shouted once, loud, desperate. No response.

He shoved past people, scanning every inch of the crowd, but there was no sign of them.

Panic rose in his chest. Anger. Rage. Betrayal.

He didn't stop. He searched every corner–the restroom, the hallway, the side lounges. He even knocked on a few closed doors, but none of them revealed the scene he was dreading.

Still, he searched. Still, he hoped.

But after what felt like an eternity of running in circles, Taehyung found himself standing alone in the hallway.

Alone.

Exhausted.

Devastated.

His chest heaved, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, but it wasn't from running–it was from heartbreak. His entire body felt cold. Numb. His legs felt weak as the truth settled like a heavy storm cloud in his heart.

He let out a shaky breath and leaned back against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, surrounded by silence.

A tear rolled down his cheek. Then another.

So this was it.

The girl he loved. The one he thought was different. The one who smiled at him like he was her whole world… had just walked away with someone else.

And not just someone. Jungkook.

Taehyung heart act–painful and bitter–as he remembered Jungkook's words.

"Any girl will leave her man for me and that Evie girl is not an exception."

He never thought Evie would prove him right.

And yet, here he was.

Heart ripped. Soul crushed.

He thought this moment was his breaking point. He thought this betrayal was the worst pain he could feel.

But little did he know…

This was only the beginning.

A much darker storm was waiting for him.

A destruction far worse than this heartbreak was already on its way.

And it wouldn't just break him–it would shatter everything he believed in.

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