8

Dragging yourself into work the next morning feels like a challenge in itself. Every step makes your legs ache, and the exhaustion weighing on your body is impossible to hide. No amount of coffee can erase the lingering soreness Jungkook left you with.

You barely make it to your desk when Yoongi appears, watching you with his usual sharp gaze. It takes him all of three seconds before he smirks knowingly, arms crossed as he leans against your desk.

"You good?" he asks, though his tone suggests he already knows the answer.

You nod half-heartedly, but when you shift in your seat, wincing slightly, Yoongi's eyes immediately drop to your legs—how they tremble just the slightest bit, how you keep adjusting like you can't quite get comfortable.

Then it clicks.

"No. No way," he says, his smirk stretching wider. "Your legs are shaking. You can barely sit straight." He pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in slightly, voice low with amusement. "Jungkook did this to you, didn't he?"

Your entire body tenses, heat rushing to your face as you quickly shake your head. "What? No—"

Yoongi snorts, not buying it for a second. "Liar," he mutters. "Damn, he really wrecked you, huh?"

You groan, covering your face with your hands as Yoongi whistles under his breath. "And here I thought Mino was the one keeping you up at night," he muses, then tilts his head. "Oh, wait. He's not."

You shoot him a glare, but Yoongi just grins. "Relax," he chuckles. "I'm not judging. But you better fix your face before the whole office figures it out too."

You sigh, slumping back in your chair, but Yoongi only shakes his head, still smirking.

"Jungkook, huh?" he mutters, taking a sip of his coffee. "Can't say I blame you."

Yoongi watches you for a moment, then shakes his head with a small smirk. "Well, for someone who can barely walk, you do look good today."

You roll your eyes, but a faint smile tugs at your lips. "I know," you say, flipping your hair dramatically, though the effect is ruined when you wince slightly from the movement.

Yoongi chuckles but then raises an eyebrow. "So... just how bad did he wreck you?"

You hesitate for a second before sighing, leaning in slightly. "He went so hard... it actually made me cry."

Yoongi's eyes widen slightly before he leans back, letting out a low whistle. "Damn." He blinks, clearly processing your words. "That good, huh?"

You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Shut up."

But Yoongi just laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "You cried? Jungkook had you crying?" His lips curve into a teasing smirk. "And yet, here you are, glowing like you'd do it all over again."

You bite your lip, unable to deny it. Yoongi just sips his coffee, shaking his head with amusement. "You're in trouble," he mutters. "And don't even try to act like you're not gonna let him do it again."

You don't say anything. But the way your face heats up—and the way Yoongi snickers—says enough.

As you sit at your desk, still recovering from Yoongi's teasing, your phone vibrates. You glance down and see Jungkook's name pop up.

Jungkook: Morning, baby. Hope you're not too sore from last night...

Attached is a video of him in the boxing gym, shirtless, sweat glistening over his toned body as he moves effortlessly around the ring, throwing sharp punches with precision. The way his muscles flex, the intensity in his gaze—it's almost unfair how good he looks.

Before you can even react, another message pops up.

Jungkook: You still walking okay, or did I ruin you too much?

Your breath hitches slightly, heat creeping up your neck. You bite your lip, typing a response, but before you can hit send, you hear a scoff from beside you.

"Wow," Yoongi mutters, leaning over your shoulder. "Didn't take him for the 'check-in' type."

You jolt, quickly angling your phone away. "Yoongi, mind your business!"

He grins, unfazed. "What? It's cute. Didn't think Mr. Tough Guy Boxer would actually care." He nudges you playfully. "You got him whipped already."

You roll your eyes, but the way your heart flutters at Jungkook's message is undeniable.

Yoongi leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Damn. Guy wrecks you and then checks on you after? That's some next-level service." He smirks. "Mino ever do that?"

You glare at him, but your silence is answer enough.

Yoongi chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

You sigh, locking your phone and tossing it onto your desk before rubbing your temples. "The thing is... Mino's been so jealous of Jungkook lately. And I get it—I mean, look at him," you gesture vaguely toward your phone, referring to the video of Jungkook. "But it's still weird, you know?"

Yoongi hums in amusement, spinning his chair slightly. "Weird how?"

You lean back, crossing your arms. "It's like... yeah, Jungkook's ridiculously attractive, and yeah, he has this undeniable presence, but Mino barely even knows him. And suddenly, he's acting territorial, asking questions about him, staring him down whenever they cross paths."

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. "That's not weird, that's just insecurity," he says, raising an eyebrow at you. "And let's be real—you do give Mino a reason to be jealous."

You shoot him a look. "Excuse me?"

Yoongi shrugs, sipping his coffee. "C'mon. You're glowing, you're smiling at your phone more, and—oh yeah—you can barely walk." He smirks. "If I can see it, you think Mino doesn't?"

You groan, dropping your head onto your desk. "Ugh. It's just so annoying."

Yoongi laughs. "Annoying because he's jealous, or annoying because he might actually be onto something?"

You lift your head just enough to glare at him, but Yoongi just smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Yoongi leans back in his chair, stretching lazily before giving you a pointed look. "Listen, Mino's a weird guy. Always has been. You know this." He takes another sip of his coffee, tilting his head. "Why are you still with him?"

You sigh, rubbing your temples. "It's not that simple, Yoongi."

He scoffs. "It is, though. You're obviously not happy, and if you were, you wouldn't be—" He gestures vaguely toward your phone, where Jungkook's message still lingers. "—you know, doing all that with your hot boxer neighbor."

You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off. "Look, all I'm saying is, if Mino's already acting jealous, and you are already seeing why... maybe it's time to cut him loose."

You don't respond right away, because deep down, you know he's right.

Yoongi watches you for a second, then claps his hands together, changing the subject. "Anyway," he smirks, "I'm having a party this weekend."

You raise an eyebrow. "Since when?"

"Since now," he says, grinning. "And you should come."

You sigh, still lost in thought, but Yoongi isn't done yet. "Better yet—bring Jungkook."

Your eyes widen slightly. "What? No way."

"Oh, come on," Yoongi teases. "It'll be fun. And I'd love to see Mino's face when you walk in with him."

You groan, shaking your head, but Yoongi just smirks, sipping his coffee like he already knows you're considering it.

Yoongi grins, clearly enjoying himself. "Look, I just wanna see if Mino will act up again. You know he will." He leans forward, resting his arms on your desk. "But more importantly, I wanna see if Jungkook does anything."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Why do you care so much?"

He shrugs. "Entertainment. And, you know, a little social experiment."

You roll your eyes. "Right. Totally not just you being nosy."

He chuckles before casually adding, "Oh, and before I forget—it's actually a housewarming party."

You blink. "Housewarming? Since when do you throw housewarming parties?"

Yoongi smirks. "Since I got a new place. Figured I might as well throw a party and make everyone bring me gifts." He leans back, sipping his coffee. "So, you coming or what?"

You hesitate, but the idea of bringing Jungkook... the thought alone makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

Yoongi watches you closely before smirking. "You're thinking about it."

You groan, but deep down, you already know your answer.

Yoongi grins, sensing your hesitation but also knowing exactly where this is going. "It's this Thursday, so you've got time to decide," he says casually, stretching his arms behind his head.

"I'm already saying yes," you cut in, crossing your arms.

His eyebrows raise slightly. "Damn, that was fast."

You smirk. "I already have an outfit planned."

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. "Of course you do." He eyes you with curiosity. "And? You bringing Jungkook?"

You hesitate for a second before shrugging. "I don't know yet."

"Liar," he mutters, sipping his coffee. "You're totally bringing him."

You roll your eyes, but you don't deny it. The thought of showing up with Jungkook, looking effortlessly good while Mino watches? Yeah, it's tempting.

Yoongi smirks knowingly. "You have to bring Jungkook. If not for me, then for Mina."

You blink. "Mina?"

He chuckles. "Oh, she is gonna love this. You know she's been waiting for you to drop Mino, and seeing you roll up with Jungkook? She's gonna lose her mind."

You can't help but laugh because, honestly, he's right. Mina has never liked Mino, and she's been vocal about it since day one. The idea of her witnessing this whole situation unfold in real-time? Yeah, she'd have the time of her life.

"She's gonna be so annoying about it," you say, shaking your head.

"Oh, for sure," Yoongi agrees. "But that's part of the fun." He smirks. "So, you telling Jungkook, or should I?"

You shoot him a look. "Don't you dare."

He just grins, raising his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. But don't wait too long—I need to know just how much alcohol to prepare for this spectacle."

Your phone vibrates again, and you glance down to see another message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Got a fight tomorrow. You coming to watch me win?

You smirk, quickly typing back.

You: Of course. Wouldn't miss it.

A few seconds later, another text pops up.

Jungkook: Good. But now I kinda wanna see you today too.

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flutters at his words. Before you can reply, he sends another text.

Jungkook: What do you say, baby? Let me come over?

You hesitate for a moment before typing.

You: Can I bring a plus one to your fight?

Jungkook replies almost instantly.

Jungkook: Who?

You: Yoongi.

A pause. Then—

Jungkook: Yeah, that's fine. I'll have seats secured for you both.

You smile, looking up at Yoongi, who has been shamelessly eavesdropping. "You're coming with me to Jungkook's fight tomorrow."

Yoongi grins, raising his coffee cup in a mock toast. "Oh, this just keeps getting better."

Yoongi practically cheers, clearly excited. "Oh hell yeah, I get to see Jeon Jungkook fight in real life? This is gonna be good."

You shake your head at his enthusiasm, but you can't help but laugh. "You're acting like a fan."

He smirks. "I mean... can you blame me? The guy's a beast in the ring."

During your break, the two of you huddle over Yoongi's phone, watching one of Jungkook's past fights. At first, it's thrilling—his movements are sharp, calculated, and undeniably impressive. But as the fight goes on, the mood shifts.

Jungkook doesn't just win. He dominates. His opponent barely stands a chance, and by the time the match is over, the guy is a bloody mess. You and Yoongi exchange glances, a bit unsettled.

Yoongi whistles lowly. "Damn."

You nod slowly, staring at the screen. "Yeah... damn."

The video replays the final few punches Jungkook landed, and for the first time, you feel a weird sensation in your stomach. You've seen him flirt, tease, and act all charming, but this? This is a whole different side of him.

Yoongi hums. "You ever think about the fact that that is the same guy sneaking into your house at night?"

You give him a look. "Not helping."

He snickers. "Just saying. Imagine if Mino ever pissed him off."

You shove Yoongi's arm, making him laugh, but you can't shake the image of Jungkook in that ring—ruthless, relentless, and completely different from the man who had his hands all over you just last night.

Yoongi scrolls through the videos and clicks on another one—an interview. Jungkook sits at the press table, wearing a fitted black shirt that stretches over his broad shoulders, his hair slightly messy from the fight. There's something about the way he carries himself—dominant, composed, like he knows he's the best in the room.

The interviewer leans in with a grin. "So, Jungkook, you've been winning fight after fight. But let's talk about something else—your personal life. Are you in a relationship?"

Jungkook doesn't even hesitate. He tilts his head slightly, his jaw tightening for a second before a slow, cocky smirk spreads across his lips. Then, without breaking eye contact with the camera, he simply says, "A few."

Your stomach flips, and Yoongi immediately turns to you with wide eyes. "Oh shit." He pauses the video, pointing at the screen. "A few?" He lets out a laugh. "Oh, you are so in trouble."

You stare at Jungkook's expression on the frozen screen—confident, knowing, completely unbothered. He doesn't look like the same guy who flirts with you in your kitchen or teases you over text. He looks like someone who knows he can have whoever he wants.

Yoongi smirks. "How does it feel knowing you're one of a few?"

You shove him, but deep down, you can't deny the weird feeling settling in your chest.

You roll your eyes at Yoongi's teasing, crossing your arms. "I don't care. It's just a favor between us."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Sure."

You shrug, keeping your face neutral, but deep down, something nags at you. You try to shake it off, but the words "a few" keep replaying in your head. Not because you expected anything serious, but because it reminds you of those nights when you couldn't sleep—when Jungkook was too loud with other girls, their moans echoing through the thin walls. Back then, it annoyed you. You'd roll your eyes, shove a pillow over your head, and swear at him under your breath.

But now? You're the one keeping the neighbors up. You're the one getting lost in him, just like they did.

You feel like a hypocrite.

Yoongi watches you closely, smirking as if he can see right through you. "You sure you don't care?"

You scoff, shaking off the feeling. "Positive."

But the uneasy feeling lingers. Because deep down, you wonder—when Jungkook smirked at the camera and said "a few," was he thinking about you? Or were you just another name on a long list?

Yoongi leans back in his chair, watching you closely before smirking. "You know what you should do?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh god, what now?"

He grins. "Wear something scandalous to his fight. Make him look at you and realize that whole 'a few' comment is gonna bite him in the tongue."

You scoff, but Yoongi isn't done.

"Seduce him. Play with him a little. Make him want you more than the others. If he thinks he's got options, remind him you're the best one."

You roll your eyes, but the idea settles in your mind, and you hate how tempting it sounds.

Yoongi smirks knowingly. "Come on, admit it. You love the idea of making him sweat a little."

You exhale, shaking your head with a smirk of your own. "You're the worst."

"And you love me for it." He shrugs. "Now, let's talk outfits."

The next day, Yoongi had stayed over at your place, determined to help you get ready for Jungkook's fight—and to make sure you looked irresistible.

He rummaged through your closet, tossing outfit options onto the bed. "No, too safe. Too boring. Too girlfriend-y. We need danger."

Finally, he held up a black cropped halter top—tight, backless, and with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. "This. Trust me."

You paired it with a black leather mini skirt, one that sat high on your waist but clung to your hips perfectly, ending just short enough to make every movement feel like a tease. The finishing touch? Knee-high heeled boots, sleek and commanding, making your legs look endless.

Yoongi stepped back, eyeing you like a masterpiece. "Oh yeah, this is scandalous."

You smirked, fluffing your hair. "Good."

He handed you a delicate silver necklace, letting the charm rest just above your collarbone. "Jungkook's gonna hate how much he loves this."

You checked yourself in the mirror, satisfied. The outfit was bold, confident—dangerous.

Yoongi grinned, grabbing his jacket. "Let's go turn some heads."

The boxing event was nothing short of electric. The moment you and Yoongi stepped inside, the energy hit you—flashing lights, the deep bass of music vibrating through the air, and the buzz of an excited crowd filling the massive arena. Fans were already seated, holding up signs, chatting, and hyping themselves up for the match. The air smelled like sweat, expensive cologne, and adrenaline.

Security led you both through the exclusive entrance, guiding you to the reserved seating Jungkook had arranged. The section was close to the ring, giving you a perfect view of everything. Yoongi nudged your arm, grinning. "Damn, front-row treatment? He really wants you to see him in action."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't deny the anticipation creeping in.

As you settled into your seats, you took a look around—and that's when you realized just how big Jungkook's fanbase was. Everywhere you looked, there were signs with his name, girls wearing shirts with his face on them, some even screaming his name before he'd even stepped into the ring. His social media presence was one thing, but seeing his fans in real life? That was something else.

Yoongi whistled low. "Yeah... so about that 'a few' comment?" He gestured toward the excited crowd. "Looks like a lot more than a few."

You smirked, crossing your legs. "That's fine. I'm not here to be one of them."

Yoongi chuckled. "Exactly. You're here to make him forget about them."

Just then, the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, signaling that the fight was about to begin. The crowd went wild, and your pulse quickened.

Any minute now, Jungkook would step into the ring. And you were more than ready to see just how he'd react when he saw you.

You sat at the edge of your seat as the announcer introduced the fighters, the crowd roaring with excitement. The first to step into the ring was Jungkook's opponent—a man clearly older, taller, and visibly more experienced. His physique was intimidating, his expression cold and calculated, like he'd been through this a hundred times before.

Yoongi leaned in, whispering, "Uh... that guy looks like he eats people for fun."

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. Jungkook was strong—you'd seen the videos—but this guy looked dangerous. The announcer hyped up his record, listing win after win, making it painfully clear that Jungkook was up against someone with years of experience.

Then, the lights dimmed. The bass of the entrance music dropped, sending vibrations through the arena. The second Jungkook stepped out, the crowd erupted. Fans screamed his name, camera flashes went off, and the energy in the room shifted.

But Jungkook? He was calm.

His expression was unreadable, his jaw locked tight, his body completely still as he let the noise wash over him. Dressed in his black and gold robe, gloves already strapped on, he exuded an unshakable confidence. His eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the ring—and for the briefest second, they found you.

And that Jungkook—the one who flirted, teased, and made you weak in your own home—was nowhere to be found.

The bell rang.

At first, the fight seemed even. Jungkook was fast, dodging and countering with precision, but his opponent was relentless. Every punch thrown at him was heavier, calculated, meant to break him down. The first few hits landed hard, making you wince.

Yoongi tensed beside you. "Shit, he's not used to fighting someone like this."

But then... something changed.

Jungkook took a hit to the ribs, staggering back for just a second. And that's when you saw it—his entire demeanor shifted. His stance widened, his head tilted slightly, and his tongue swiped over his bottom lip like he had just woken up.

The crowd noticed it, too. A wave of murmurs filled the arena.

Then, without warning—Jungkook snapped.

His movements became brutal, calculated in a way that felt almost inhuman. He wasn't just fighting anymore—he was punishing. Every punch landed harder than the last. His opponent, once confident, started stepping back, his face twisted in shock.

Jungkook didn't let up.

A devastating left hook sent the man stumbling. A ruthless uppercut followed, then another—each hit more merciless than the last. The older fighter tried to defend himself, but Jungkook was unrelenting. His face was cold, his eyes dark, his entire body moving like he wasn't even thinking—just destroying.

The final blow came so fast you barely saw it. A perfectly timed right hook slammed into the man's jaw, sending him crashing to the mat. The crowd went insane.

The referee barely made it to the fallen fighter before calling the match.

Jungkook stood over him, chest rising and falling, his knuckles still clenched. He didn't celebrate. He didn't smile. He just stared down at the man he had just annihilated.

And then, as if feeling your gaze, he looked up—straight at you.

Your breath hitched.

This wasn't the Jungkook who teased you in your kitchen.

This was someone else entirely.

The moment the referee lifted Jungkook's arm in victory, the arena exploded with deafening cheers. Fans screamed his name, camera flashes flickered like lightning, and the announcer's voice barely cut through the roar of the crowd.

"And your winner by knockout—JEON JUNGKOOK!"

Yoongi whistled low, shaking his head. "Damn... he killed that guy."

You barely heard him. Your eyes were locked on Jungkook, still standing in the ring, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, his fists slowly unclenching. His opponent was being helped up by medics, dazed and barely able to stand.

Jungkook didn't even spare him a glance.

Instead, his gaze cut through the chaos, landing directly on you.

Your stomach flipped. His expression was unreadable—his jaw clenched, lips slightly parted, sweat dripping down his temple. He looked dangerous. Untouchable. A completely different man than the one who had been teasing you just hours ago.

And yet... his eyes lingered.

Yoongi elbowed you, grinning. "Oh, he sees you."

Your throat felt dry.

The stadium continued to erupt around him, fans chanting his name, girls screaming for his attention—but Jungkook wasn't paying attention to any of them.

He only looked at you.

Then, ever so slightly, he smirked.

And just like that, your legs felt weak all over again.

You smiled knowingly, feeling the weight of Jungkook's gaze before security gestured for you and Yoongi to follow them toward his private room. The cheers from the crowd still echoed through the halls as you made your way through the back corridors of the arena.

Yoongi walked beside you, hands in his pockets, smirking. "Damn, VIP treatment? You really got this man wrapped around your finger."

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was still racing from the way Jungkook had looked at you in the ring. That raw intensity hadn't faded, and now, you were about to see him up close, fresh off his brutal win.

The security guard pushed open a door, letting you both inside. It was a sleek, high-end locker room—dimly lit, stocked with drinks, and with a massage table in the corner. You barely had time to take it all in before the door opened again.

Jungkook walked in.

And he looked wrecked—in the best way. His robe was gone, leaving him in nothing but his black boxing shorts and hand wraps. Sweat glistened on his bare chest, highlighting every sharp muscle. His knuckles were slightly bruised, and there was a faint red mark on his jaw, but it didn't make him look weaker. If anything, it made him look dangerous.

He exhaled deeply before running a hand through his damp hair. "Fuck."

Yoongi let out a low whistle. "Man, you destroyed that guy."

Jungkook smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Had to. He was talking too much." His voice was lower than usual, slightly rough, still coming down from the adrenaline. Then, his eyes flickered to you.

His smirk widened.

You felt warmth creep up your neck. You had never seen him like this—completely raw, fresh from a fight, his dominance still lingering in the air around him.

Yoongi, completely oblivious to the tension, stuck out his hand. "Yoongi. I hear a lot about you."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his hand. "That so?" He glanced at you playfully. "Hope it's all good things."

Yoongi shrugged. "Mostly. Some interesting things too."

Jungkook tilted his head, eyes dark with amusement. "I bet." Then, he looked back at you, gaze dropping just slightly before meeting your eyes again. "You look good."

Yoongi snorted. "Oh, he flirts in post-fight mode too? Damn."

You fought back a smile, crossing your arms. "You sure you should be flirting? You have a few girls, remember?"

Jungkook ran his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking. "I don't see them here." His voice was teasing, but there was something deeper behind it.

Yoongi, sensing the shift, held up his hands. "Alright, I'm gonna pretend I don't see this. I'll be over there... touching nothing."

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head before looking at you again. His playful mask didn't fully hide the fire still simmering in his eyes.

And somehow, you knew—this night wasn't over yet.

You casually walked over to the small leather couch in the room, sitting down with your legs crossed, fully aware of Jungkook's eyes tracking your every move. The heat of his stare was undeniable.

Jungkook followed, stepping closer, his body still radiating the lingering adrenaline from the fight. He towered over you, his damp hair slightly messy, his breath still a little heavy. Without a word, he leaned down, his face just inches from yours, his lips parting slightly as he moved in for a kiss.

But just before he could reach you, you pressed a hand against his stomach, stopping him in his tracks.

Jungkook froze.

His abs tensed under your touch, warm and rock-solid beneath your palm. His eyes flickered in surprise, then darkened as he realized exactly what you were doing.

You tilted your head, giving him a teasing smile. "You don't get rewards that easily."

Then, without another word, you removed your hand, stood up, and walked away—straight towards Yoongi, leaving Jungkook standing there, stunned.

Yoongi, who had been pretending to browse his phone, raised an eyebrow at you. "Damn. What did I just witness?"

Behind you, Jungkook exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. When you glanced back at him, he was still sitting there, biting his lip, eyes locked onto you with something dangerously close to hunger.

Yeah. He wasn't letting that slide.

You turned your attention fully to Yoongi, ignoring the way Jungkook's gaze still burned into your back. Yoongi leaned in slightly, smirking as he whispered, "You're doing a good job. He's losing his mind."

You fought back a grin, pretending to act nonchalant. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yoongi scoffed. "Right. And I'm the president."

Before you could respond, you suddenly felt a familiar presence behind you. Large, warm hands slid onto your shoulders, squeezing lightly before trailing down, teasingly brushing over your collarbones and dipping slightly toward your chest.

Jungkook.

His breath was warm against the back of your ear as he leaned down, voice low and smooth. "You're playing games, huh?"

You stayed perfectly still, refusing to react, though your pulse quickened.

He let out a small chuckle, his lips dangerously close to your skin. "I'm gonna shower." His fingers lingered for just a second longer before he finally pulled away.

Without another word, Jungkook walked out of the room, leaving you sitting there, heat still lingering where his hands had been.

Yoongi blinked, then turned to you with a knowing smirk. "So, are we pretending that didn't just happen, or—?"

You exhaled sharply, looking away. "Shut up, Yoongi."

He only laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

You exhaled, shaking your head as you leaned back in your seat. "Alright... tomorrow, I'm definitely upping my game. I can't let him win this easily."

Yoongi grinned, clearly entertained. "Now that's what I like to hear. Because let's be real—you lost this round. Hard."

You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you knew he was right. Jungkook had completely flipped the script on you, leaving you breathless and completely caught off guard.

But tomorrow?

Tomorrow, you were going to make him suffer.

Yoongi clapped his hands together. "Oh, this is gonna be so good. I can't wait."

You smirked, already planning your next move. If Jungkook wanted to play, then you'd make damn sure he'd never see it coming.