9

You stand in front of your mirror, adjusting the bold and stunning outfit Yoongi helped pick out for you.

You're wearing a black, lace-detailed mini dress that perfectly hugs your curves. The strapless top has a cutout design in the center, teasing just enough skin while still keeping things elegant. The lace paneling gives a sultry, see-through effect, adding a layer of mystery and seduction to the look.

Paired with the dress, you have on sleek black thigh-high boots with a pointed toe and stiletto heel, elongating your legs and adding an extra touch of dominance to your outfit. The shimmering rhinestone Prada shoulder bag you chose adds the perfect sparkle, making sure all eyes are on you the moment you walk in. To top it off, you accessorized with dazzling heart-shaped hoop earrings and a few stacked bracelets, completing the look with just the right amount of glam.

Tonight, you weren't just dressing up—you were making a statement. And you knew Jungkook wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you.

You decided to leave your hair down, letting it cascade over your shoulders in a voluminous blowout that framed your face perfectly. The soft waves gave you an effortlessly glamorous look, adding to the confidence you already felt in your outfit.

For makeup, you kept it semi-light but still sultry—your skin looked flawless with a soft, radiant glow, your eyes subtly defined with a warm brown smoky shadow, and just the right amount of mascara to make them pop. A touch of highlighter on your cheekbones and the bridge of your nose enhanced your features, while your lips were coated in a glossy nude shade that tied everything together.

As you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, you smirked. You looked sexy, confident, and fully in control. Tonight, Jungkook was in for a real challenge.

Jungkook messages you that he's outside, and as soon as you step out, his eyes are already devouring you. He leans against his car, looking you up and down, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his gaze darkens.

Without a word, he holds out his hand, and when you take it, he effortlessly spins you around. His eyes never leave you, taking in every curve, every teasing glimpse of skin. His gaze lingers on your chest, then dips lower, shamelessly checking out how your dress hugs your hips and thighs before moving to the way it barely covers your ass.

When you finish twirling, he pulls you closer, his hand resting on your waist, fingers grazing the lace of your top. "Damn," he murmurs, voice thick with something between admiration and desire. "You really stepped out looking like this?" He tilts his head, smirking. "Trying to make it impossible for me to behave tonight?"

You smile, knowing your plan is working perfectly, but you keep your cool. Slowly, you lean in toward his face, your eyes locked on his, watching as he instinctively leans in too, his breath hitching ever so slightly. Just before your lips can meet, you pull back with a teasing grin.

"I have lip gloss on," you say playfully, your voice dripping with mischief as you turn away, walking toward the other side of the car.

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, running his tongue over his teeth as he watches you. His smirk grows wider, filled with amusement and something darker. He doesn't say a word—just follows you, stepping ahead to open the door to his sleek Mercedes , his movements smooth and effortless.

"Get in, princess," he murmurs, eyes flickering over you once more before he leans against the door, waiting for you to slide inside.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, taking a deep breath before running a hand through his hair in frustration. He groans as he gets into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly before turning to you with dark, playful eyes.

"You really expect me to take you to this party when you look like that?" he mutters, his voice dripping with desire. His fingers lightly graze your thigh before squeezing it teasingly.

He leans in slightly, his breath warm against your skin. "We should just stay home instead," he murmurs, his gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. "You look way too good not to be touched."

He smirks, watching for your reaction, waiting to see if you'll take the bait or keep up your little game.

You smirk, tilting your head as you take in his outfit—black fitted shirt that stretches over his toned arms, dark jeans sitting just right on his waist, and a sleek watch glinting under the streetlights. He looks effortlessly good, and he knows it.

"You look nice," you say, dragging your eyes over him slowly before meeting his gaze. "Almost too nice. Maybe we really shouldn't go out."

Jungkook chuckles as he starts the car, gripping the wheel with one hand while the other rests lazily on the gearshift. "Oh? So now you want to stay home?"

You shrug, biting your lip teasingly. "I mean, I look too good to waste on a crowd. You look too good to let other girls stare. Feels like a loss for both of us."

Jungkook groans dramatically, shaking his head with a smirk. "You're making this really hard for me, baby."

You lean in slightly, just enough for him to notice, then pull back with a playful smile. "Good. Now drive."

As the car slows to a stop in front of the house, music and chatter fill the air. You glance out the window, already spotting groups of people lingering outside, drinks in hand, laughter spilling into the night. But your eyes quickly shift back to Jungkook.

The moment you both step inside, you know exactly what's going to happen—every girl in the room is bound to notice him. He's too attractive, too effortlessly cool, and with his reputation, there's no doubt he'll have their attention the second he walks in.

You decide to test him.

Jungkook steps out first, adjusting his sleeves before moving around the car to open your door. His hand extends, waiting for yours. You place your hand in his, and he pulls you up with ease, his fingers lingering just a second too long.

"Come on, princess," he smirks, leading you toward the entrance.

The moment you step inside, your suspicions are confirmed. Heads turn. Conversations pause. The girls' eyes sweep over Jungkook, some whispering, some bold enough to stare. But you stay quiet, simply watching—waiting to see how he'll react.

As you step further into the party, scanning the crowded room, you spot Yoongi and Mina near the drinks table. The moment Mina's eyes land on Jungkook, her lips curl into a knowing smirk. She nudges Yoongi, whispering something before the two of them make their way over.

"So this is the famous neighbor," Mina teases, crossing her arms as she looks Jungkook up and down. "I remember you."

Jungkook raises a brow, clearly amused. "Yeah?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

Mina glances at you before turning back to him. "Oh, yeah. The day we moved in, I saw you outside—well, more like saw you pressed up against some girl, making out like your life depended on it."

You roll your eyes as Yoongi chuckles beside you. Jungkook, on the other hand, only smirks, completely unfazed. He shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Sounds like me."

Mina laughs, shaking her head. "At least you're honest." Then she turns to you, leaning in slightly. "So this is the guy you've been sneaking around with?" she whispers, but not quietly enough for Jungkook to miss.

Jungkook grins, looking down at you. "Sneaking around, huh?"

You glare at Mina, but she only smirks, clearly enjoying herself. Yoongi, sipping from his drink, just watches the whole thing unfold with pure entertainment.

Jungkook leans in close, just enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. "You should've told me your friends were this fun," he murmurs, low enough for only you to hear.

You glance at Yoongi, already knowing he spilled everything to Mina. He avoids your gaze, sipping his drink innocently, while Mina just laughs, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Mino doesn't stand a chance, babe," she teases, nudging your arm.

Before you can respond, a small group of girls walks over, their eyes locked onto Jungkook. You knew this was coming, but seeing it happen in front of you still irritates you more than it should.

"Jungkook, hey!" one of them says, flashing a bright smile. "You were insane last night. That fight? I swear, I almost lost my voice screaming for you."

Jungkook smirks, the charm effortlessly dripping off him. "Glad you had fun."

Another girl steps closer, reaching out to lightly touch his arm. "We were actually just heading to a quieter spot. You should come with us."

He doesn't answer right away, but you catch the way he glances at you from the corner of his eye, as if checking for a reaction. You keep your expression cool, refusing to give him that satisfaction.

After a moment, Jungkook tilts his head. "A quiet spot, huh?" he echoes, sounding amused.

The girl bites her lip, nodding. "Yeah, just to talk."

Without missing a beat, Jungkook hums and simply says, "Go ahead then."

The confidence in her face falters. "I mean... with you."

Jungkook's smirk only deepens as he leans back slightly. "Nah, I'm good."

The rejection is smooth, but the way the girls immediately glance between you and him says enough. They clearly put two and two together, even if nothing has been confirmed.

Mina, never one to hold back, lets out a low whistle. "Damn, that was brutal."

Yoongi chuckles under his breath. "He's having way too much fun with this."

You glance at Jungkook, who is now fully facing you, looking far too smug for your liking. His eyes flicker down your outfit, taking his time before finally speaking.

"Why do I feel like you're keeping score tonight?" he murmurs.

You lift a brow. "Am I winning?"

Jungkook chuckles, stepping closer, his fingers ghosting along your waist before pulling away just as quickly. "Not yet. But you're trying."

And with that, he walks off toward the bar, leaving you standing there, both annoyed and undeniably intrigued.

As you stand in the middle of the lively party, you finally take in just how massive Yoongi's new house is. The high ceilings, sleek modern design, and expensive decor scream wealth, yet Yoongi has never once bragged about it.

"Damn, Yoongi, this place is huge," you say, looking around in amazement.

He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. "It's alright."

Mina snorts beside you. "Alright? His parents bought it for him."

You turn to Yoongi with raised brows. "Wait, so your parents just gave you a house like this?"

Yoongi sighs. "They didn't give it to me. They just... helped."

Mina rolls her eyes. "Helped? Yoongi, they literally handed you the keys and said 'enjoy.'"

You shake your head with a laugh. "Wow, must be nice. So, rich, only child, and completely spoiled."

Yoongi smirks. "I don't brag about it, though."

And it's true. For as long as you've known him, Yoongi has never flaunted his wealth. He's always been laid-back about it, never the type to show off.

Mina nudges him playfully. "Yeah, but he's still used to the good life."

Yoongi exhales, clearly over this conversation. "Can we talk about something else? Like the fact that Jungkook hasn't taken his eyes off you since you walked in?"

Your head turns, and sure enough, Jungkook is leaning against the bar, drink in hand, watching you with an unreadable expression. The intensity in his gaze sends a chill down your spine—like he's waiting for something.

Yoongi chuckles beside you. "Yeah. That man is definitely plotting something."

You laugh to yourself, fully aware that you've been teasing Jungkook all day, and it's clearly getting to him. The way he's been watching you, the way his jaw has been tense—it's satisfying.

Just as you turn to walk away, your steps falter. A girl approaches Jungkook at the bar, sliding up beside him with confidence. She orders a drink, and Jungkook—without hesitation—does the same.

You narrow your eyes slightly, observing. At first, you assume he'll brush her off like he did with the others, but then he turns toward her. His posture shifts, and he gives her a once-over, the same way he does when something piques his interest.

Your stomach twists, and you hate that it does. You watch as he smirks, nodding at something she says. The girl tilts her head, laughing, leaning in a bit closer.

Yoongi nudges you. "You good?"

You snap out of it, straightening. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Mina hums knowingly. "That girl's pretty. And Jungkook looks very entertained."

You scoff. "Good for him."

Yoongi smirks. "You sure? Because you were just playing with him, and now he's playing back."

Your jaw clenches slightly. Two can play this game.

You turn away, flashing Yoongi a confident smirk. "Please. If he wants to play, I'll make sure I win."

Mina grins, clearly entertained. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

You watch as Mino walks into the party, a girl clinging to his arm, laughing at something he said. You're not surprised—not even a little. But what does surprise you is the way he has the nerve to come straight toward you, as if nothing's happened.

The second he reaches you, he tries to pull you into a hug, acting like the perfect boyfriend. But you see it. The faint red marks on his neck, peeking out from under his shirt. Hickeys.

You don't feel hurt. If anything, you feel vindicated. Because now, you have a plan.

Without hesitation, you grab Mino by the collar and pull him down into a kiss. His body stiffens for a moment, caught off guard, before he melts into it. His hands move to your waist, then down, gripping you tighter as he deepens the kiss, completely forgetting the girl he walked in with.

The couch behind you makes it easy—he sits, and you follow, straddling his lap. His grip on you tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin like he's trying to remind you that you're his.

But you're not.

Because as much as Mino is falling for this—kissing you like he's making up for something—your eyes flick up, searching the room. And there he is.

Jungkook.

Leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand, his jaw tight. He's watching.

You smirk against Mino's lips, knowing full well what you're doing.

You pull away from Mino, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb as you stand up. He looks up at you, confused, still caught up in the moment, but you don't hesitate.

"We're done," you say simply, watching as his expression shifts from shock to irritation.

Mino scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You're being dramatic."

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "No, I'm finally being smart."

You don't feel sad. If anything, a weight has lifted off your shoulders. There's no regret, no second-guessing. Just satisfaction. Especially as you glance over at Jungkook.

He's still at the bar, but his entire demeanor has changed. His jaw is clenched, his grip tight around his glass, eyes locked on you with something dark swirling in them. Jealousy.

You smirk to yourself, dragging your thumb slowly across your bottom lip before turning away.

Yoongi is right where you left him, watching the whole thing unfold with an amused expression. The second you reach him, he raises a brow and grins.

"You're evil," he muses, sipping his drink.

You shrug, a playful glint in your eyes. "I know."

Across the room, Jungkook sets his glass down a little too hard, standing up. You know you've got his attention now. And you're not done playing.

Jungkook slips his number into the girl's hand, barely paying attention as she giggles and tucks it away. He's already walking away before she can say anything else, his mind somewhere else—on you.

His steps are measured, his expression unreadable, but you know better. You can see it in the way his fists clench slightly, how his jaw tightens. He's trying to compose himself, but it's not working.

All day, you've been teasing him, testing his patience, and now—watching Mino touch you first? Watching you kiss him? It did something to Jungkook, something he didn't expect. He's never felt this kind of jealousy before, and he doesn't like it.

You feel him before you see him, his presence looming behind you. His hands land on your waist, gripping just tight enough to send a message. His lips hover near your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

"You think that was funny?" His voice is low, rough.

You smirk, not turning around. "I don't know what you're talking about."

His fingers flex against your waist, and he lets out a humorless chuckle. "You know exactly what you're doing."

Yoongi watches from the side, clearly entertained but smart enough to stay quiet.

You finally turn to face Jungkook, tilting your head. "What's wrong? You jealous or something?"

Jungkook's tongue runs over his bottom lip as he exhales sharply, eyes scanning your face. His control is slipping, and you know it.

"You have no idea," he mutters, his hand sliding lower, gripping your hip. "But you're about to find out."

Jungkook doesn't waste a second. The second Yoongi nods, barely getting the words out, Jungkook grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not rough, dragging you through the crowd. Mina's loud cheers and Yoongi's knowing smirk follow behind you, but you barely register them.

Your heart races as Jungkook moves quickly, his body tense, his pace urgent. He's pushing through people without a second glance, his focus locked solely on getting you upstairs. The energy between you two is electric—his frustration, his jealousy, your teasing—it's all about to explode.

The moment you reach the door Yoongi pointed out, Jungkook swings it open and pulls you inside. The door slams shut behind you, and before you can even process what's happening, Jungkook has you caged against it, his hands pressing against the wood on either side of your head.

His eyes are dark, his breathing heavy, and his lips curl into a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. "You had your fun tonight, huh?" he murmurs, his voice laced with something dangerous—something possessive.

You tilt your head innocently, pretending not to understand. "What do you mean, Jungkook?" you ask, voice laced with playful innocence as you drag your fingers up his chest slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Jungkook groans, his head dropping forward, his breath hot against your neck. "Don't do that," he warns, his voice rough with frustration. "You know exactly what I mean."

You bite your lip, suppressing a smirk. "I really don't," you tease, running a hand up to his shoulder before slipping away, walking toward the center of the room. "I was just having fun at the party. Just like you."

Jungkook scoffs, running a frustrated hand through his already-messy hair. "Fun?" he repeats, stepping toward you. His jaw clenches. "You've been teasing me all day. All night. Looking like that, touching me, pulling away before I could even kiss you. And then you let Mino—" He exhales sharply, shaking his head as if trying to control himself. "I swear, I feel like I'm about to explode."

Your smirk deepens. "Well," you hum, running your fingers along the hem of your dress, letting the tension build. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Jungkook's eyes darken instantly, his restraint snapping as he closes the distance between you in a second, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. "You really wanna test me right now?" he murmurs, his voice dangerously low, his lips just inches from yours.

Jungkook falls back against the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you with dark, hooded eyes. His tongue swipes over his lower lip, and he exhales a deep breath, his chest rising and falling steadily.

"You've been in control all night," you tease, slowly crawling over him, your fingers tracing the defined muscles of his stomach through his shirt. "But now... I think it's time I take over."

His jaw clenches, and his hands flex at his sides as if fighting the urge to grab you. "You really like testing me, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and thick with desire.

You smirk, leaning in just enough that your lips barely brush against his, taunting him. "Maybe," you whisper, pulling back before he can kiss you. His hands grip the sheets beneath him, his self-control hanging by a thread.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Jungkook warns, his voice strained.

You trail your fingers down his chest, feeling the tension in his body, the way he's holding himself back. "Then why do you look like you're enjoying it so much?"

You slowly sink to your knees, the fabric of your dress riding up, exposing the soft curves of your thighs. The dim lighting of the room casts a glow over your skin, highlighting the way your chest subtly rises and falls with each breath. Jungkook leans back slightly, his hands gripping the sheets as his dark eyes roam over you, filled with unfiltered hunger.

From his angle, he has the perfect view—your ass teasingly peeking out from beneath your dress, the smooth expanse of your legs on full display. His gaze flickers up to your chest, where your cleavage sits perfectly, framed by the neckline of your dress. He swallows hard, jaw tightening as he watches you, his restraint hanging by a thread. The way you look right now—so tempting, so effortlessly seductive—makes him feel like he's about to lose control.

As you kneel before him, your hands trail up his thighs before you grab onto his shirt, pulling him down toward you. Jungkook doesn't hesitate—his lips crash against yours in a heated, desperate kiss, his hands instantly tangling in your hair as he deepens it. His tongue brushes against yours, stealing every breath you have, his grip tightening as if he can't stand the thought of letting you go.

Just as his hands move to your waist, ready to pick you up and claim you entirely, you suddenly pull away. Slowly, you rise to your feet, straightening your dress with an innocent smile, as if nothing had just happened. Jungkook watches you, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with lust and frustration.

You smirk, brushing a hand through your hair as you teasingly glance toward the door. "I think I should go back downstairs," you muse playfully, tilting your head. "There are still a few more guys I haven't talked to yet."

Jungkook's jaw clenches instantly, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he watches you in disbelief. His entire body tenses, and before you can take another step, his hand wraps around your wrist, his grip firm but controlled. "You're not going anywhere," he growls lowly, pulling you back toward him.

The second the words leave your mouth, you see the shift in Jungkook's expression—his jaw tightens, his nostrils flare, and his hands clench into fists at his sides. Just the thought of you entertaining another man, especially after what he just witnessed with Mino, sends a dark fury through him.

Before you can react, Jungkook moves, gripping your waist and lifting you effortlessly. A small gasp escapes your lips as he presses you harshly against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapping around his torso. His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip almost bruising as his darkened eyes bore into yours.

"You really think I'm gonna let that slide?" he mutters, voice rough with frustration.

You barely have time to smirk before his lips crash against yours, all control snapping as he devours you in a feverish, desperate kiss. It's rough, heated, filled with pent-up jealousy and desire. His tongue slides against yours, claiming you entirely as he presses his body closer, as if needing to remind you exactly who has you right now.

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as his lips move down to your jaw, then your neck, sucking harshly just below your ear. You shudder, gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

"You've been teasing me all damn night," he growls against your skin, his voice low and breathless. "You think I'm gonna let you walk away after that?"

Jungkook's jaw tenses the moment the words leave your lips. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous—something primal. "You want to talk to more guys?" His voice is eerily calm, but his grip on your wrist tightens just enough to send a shiver down your spine. His fingers flex as he pulls you back toward him, his body pressing into yours.

"You've been playing with me all night," he murmurs, his voice dangerously low. "Teasing me. Touching me just enough to drive me crazy. Do you really think I'll let you walk away now?"

"Tell me," he growls, his lips barely an inch from yours, "do they make you feel like this?"

Your heart pounds as his lips hover over yours, teasing, his breath hot against your mouth. You try to move closer, desperate for contact, but he pulls back just enough to keep you wanting. A slow smirk tugs at his lips. "No?" He tilts his head slightly. "Then why do you keep trying to test me?"

His grip shifts, one hand sliding up your back, tangling into your hair as he yanks your head to the side, exposing the soft skin of your neck. His mouth is on you instantly—hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from your jawline down to your pulse point, his teeth scraping against your skin. You gasp as he sucks harshly, marking you with no hesitation.

His free hand moves down your body, fingertips grazing your bare thigh, teasing the hem of your dress. "I've been watching you all night," he murmurs between kisses, voice thick with restraint. "That dress. Those looks you kept giving me. And now you want to pretend like you don't know what you're doing?"

A low chuckle escapes him, but there's no humor in it. "No bra?" He suddenly tugs the front of your dress down, exposing you completely. His eyes darken, and his tongue swipes over his lower lip as he drinks in the sight. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "You did this on purpose."

His hands grip your thighs tighter, his lips trailing lower. "You wanted to play games," he breathes, his voice rough, eyes meeting yours as his fingers dig into your skin. "Now, let's see if you can handle losing."

Jungkook's mouth hovers over your skin, his breath warm and uneven as he fights to keep control. His fingers trail up your sides, slow and teasing, his touch just barely grazing your exposed skin. The anticipation makes your body tense, but he doesn't give you what you want—not yet.

"No bra?" He lets out a low, dark chuckle, shaking his head as his fingertips trace lazy circles along your ribs. "You really were trying to kill me tonight."

His hands finally cup your chest, but instead of giving in, he pulls back just enough to make you whimper at the loss of contact. His dark, hooded eyes flick up to yours, a smirk curling at his lips. He's enjoying this—watching you squirm, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.

His thumbs graze over your skin, painfully slow, his touch sending jolts of heat through your body. His lips return to your neck, lingering there as he breathes you in. But instead of kissing you, he just hovers—his mouth barely touching, letting the anticipation build.

"I should make you beg for it," he whispers, his tone both a threat and a promise. "After everything you pulled tonight, after the way you let him touch you..." His grip tightens suddenly, reminding you of just how much you pushed him. "You have no idea how close I was to dragging you out of that party the second I saw you with him."

His mouth finally meets your skin again, but this time, it's different. There's no more teasing. His lips part, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin of your neck before he bites down just enough to make you gasp. He soothes the sting with his tongue, but then he does it again—this time lower, right at the base of your throat, where everyone will see.

His hands slide down, gripping your thighs as he hoists you up effortlessly. Your back presses harder against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as his body cages you in. His lips move down to your collarbone, kissing, biting, and sucking until he knows he's left his mark.

"I don't care who hears," he growls against your skin. "By the time I'm done with you, they'll all know exactly who you belong to."

His breath is heavy, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing, taunting. He's waiting—waiting for you to break first, waiting for you to finally admit that you need him as much as he needs you.

And when you finally do, his control snaps.

Already lost in the heat of the moment, your body betrays you—breathless, restless, desperate for more. But just as you reach for him, just as you think he's going to give in, Jungkook stops.

His grip on your thighs loosens slightly, enough to remind you that he's still in control, but not enough to let you go. His dark eyes flicker with something cruel, something teasing, something dangerous.

"You think I'm gonna let you off that easy?" he murmurs, voice thick with amusement.

His lips are so close—hovering just above yours, brushing against them every time he exhales. It's intoxicating, the way he holds back, the way he watches you with that knowing smirk.

"You've been teasing me all night," he continues, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you shiver. "Playing your little games, making me wait. Now it's your turn."

He tilts his head, studying you, drinking in the sight of you completely at his mercy. His thumb brushes against your lips, slow and deliberate.

"I'm not touching you until you beg."

His words hit you like a shockwave, frustration building as your body aches for him. Jungkook knows it, too. He can see the way your thighs clench around him, the way your breathing stutters, the way your lips part, but no words come out.

He chuckles darkly, dragging his hands up your waist, stopping just before he reaches your chest. "Look at you. So desperate, but too stubborn to admit it."

He leans in closer, lips brushing against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Say it."

Your pride fights against the urge, but he doesn't move. His hands remain still, his lips tauntingly close yet so far away. The hunger in his eyes is undeniable, but he won't act on it—not until you surrender first.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, a ghost of a touch, before pulling back again. "Be a good girl and beg for it."

You swallow your pride, your voice coming out softer, more desperate than you expected.

"Jungkook... please," you whisper, your fingers gripping onto his shirt. "I need you."

He tilts his head, his smirk widening as he watches you unravel. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, teasingly slow. "Say it again."

You exhale shakily, your body burning with anticipation. "I need you, Jungkook."

His eyes darken, satisfaction gleaming in them as he lets out a low chuckle. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Before you can react, he grips your waist and shoves you onto the bed. The sudden movement knocks the breath from your lungs, but you don't regret a thing.

Jungkook towers over you, his body pressing you into the mattress, his hands pinning you down. His gaze is hungry, possessive. He leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear.

"You're mine tonight," he growls, his voice thick with lust.