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Jungkook exhales sharply, his hands still gripping your waist, his body tense with frustration. His eyes flicker between you and the door, debating whether to ignore whoever was interrupting. But the knocking grows more persistent, and with a groan of annoyance, he finally lets go of you and storms over to open it.

Mina stands there, grinning like she knows exactly what she just ruined. "We're playing spin the bottle! Come join us."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Are you serious? That's so childish."

Before he can turn her down, you quickly adjust your dress, smoothing it down as you step beside him. Your face is composed, lips slightly swollen from his kisses, but your expression remains unreadable. Then, with a playful smile, you peek over his shoulder.

"That actually sounds fun," you say casually, ignoring the way Jungkook's jaw clenches. "Let's play."

Mina giggles at his reaction before disappearing down the hall, leaving you both standing there.

Jungkook turns to you, his dark eyes burning into yours. "You're really gonna do this right now?" His voice is low, almost threatening.

You smirk, reaching out to smooth out the collar of his shirt. "What? You don't wanna play? Scared I'll have to kiss someone else?"

His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he glares at you, his fingers twitching as if he's considering dragging you right back inside. But instead, he lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head.

"Fine," he mutters, voice dripping with irritation. "But don't get mad when you see me kiss someone else."

You raise an eyebrow, stepping past him towards the door. "Don't get mad when I do it first."

Jungkook watches you go, his patience stretched thin, his fists clenching. This wasn't over—not even close.

Mina is still waiting outside, catching the stormy look on his face as he follows after you. She smirks knowingly.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun," she teases, skipping ahead toward the game.

The party had started to slow down, the loud music now a softer hum in the background. In a cozy corner of the living room, a group of people had gathered around a circle, laughing and teasing as they played spin the bottle. You and Jungkook approached, and without hesitation, you settled down next to Mina—making sure to leave a tiny gap between you and him.

Jungkook huffed as he dropped down beside you, stretching his legs out in front of him. His eyes scanned the group, unimpressed, but you could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence suffocating in the best way possible.

Mina leaned in, whispering, "This is about to be good. Mino's here too."

At the mention of his name, you glanced up, spotting Mino across the circle, already looking in your direction. He was sprawled back, his arm slung around the girl he'd arrived with, but there was something smug about his expression—like he thought he still had a claim over you.

Jungkook must have noticed the way your eyes lingered, because suddenly, his fingers lightly grazed your thigh under the table, the touch barely noticeable to anyone else. When you glanced at him, he wasn't looking at you, just smirking slightly, as if daring you to react.

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the game. The bottle was spinning wildly in the center of the group, people cheering and gasping when it landed on certain pairs. Some kissed quickly, laughing it off, while others took their time, making a show out of it.

The moment the bottle slowed down, your heart sank. You had hoped—prayed—that it wouldn't land on Jungkook, but luck wasn't on your side tonight. The second it stopped in front of him, the girl's face lit up with satisfaction. She was gorgeous, confident, and clearly pleased with the outcome.

Without hesitation, she reached for Jungkook, cupping his face as she leaned in, sealing her lips to his. Unlike the playful, half-hearted kisses some people had given, this was deep. Slow. Intentional.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to watch as Jungkook let her take control, his hands slipping onto her waist, fingers tracing over the curves of her body like he had all the time in the world. She pressed into him, and to make matters worse, he didn't stop her.

The room erupted into cheers, teasing "ooo's" filling the space as the kiss dragged on longer than necessary. Some of the other girls giggled amongst themselves, whispering about how lucky she was. Mina shifted beside you, her eyes darting to your face, but you gave nothing away.

Finally, they pulled apart, the girl grinning smugly as she wiped the corner of her mouth. Jungkook leaned back, expression unreadable as he licked his lips and—just for a second—glanced at you. It was brief, but enough.

The game had been dragging on, the bottle never once landing on you. It was frustrating, but you kept your cool, pretending not to care as you sipped on your drink and watched the game unfold.

That was when someone suggested making it more scandalous—upping the stakes. Instead of just kissing, the new rule was to take things to the closet for ten whole minutes. The energy in the room shifted instantly, excitement buzzing in the air. People were eager, the tension thick as everyone waited to see who would be the first to disappear behind those doors.

It didn't take long for the next spin to land. Another girl—one who was undeniably stunning—gave the bottle a flick, watching it rotate with anticipation. You didn't even have to guess who it would land on. The second it stopped in front of Jungkook, the entire room erupted.

A loud chorus of "ooo's" and teasing laughter filled the air. The girl smirked, wasting no time getting up and reaching for his hand. He hesitated—just for a second—but then followed her without a word, disappearing into the closet as people cheered.

Your jaw clenched, fingers gripping the fabric of your dress as the door shut behind them. You could feel Yoongi's eyes on you, Mina biting her lip as if holding back a comment. But you didn't react. You wouldn't react.

Five minutes had passed. Five long, agonizing minutes.

You kept telling yourself it didn't matter—that Jungkook wasn't yours, that this was just a game, and that you had no reason to feel this pit in your stomach. But no matter how much you tried to convince yourself, your fingers kept fidgeting, your legs bouncing slightly as you stared at the closet door.

People around you were still laughing, joking, and spinning the bottle, but their voices were muffled in your ears. Your focus was on that door. What was happening behind it? Was she all over him? Was he touching her the way he touched you?

You clenched your jaw, taking a sharp inhale before turning to Mina. She was too caught up in conversation, oblivious to your internal struggle. Frustrated, you nudged her with your elbow, leaning in closer so only she could hear.

"Come with me," you whispered.

She blinked at you before following your gaze to the closet, her lips slowly curling into a knowing smirk. "Ohh, you're jealous."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I just wanna hear if they're even doing anything."

Mina giggled but grabbed your wrist anyway, tugging you along toward the closet while everyone was too distracted with their own spins. You felt your pulse quicken the closer you got, your heart hammering in your chest as you pressed your ear lightly against the door.

From the soft, slow sounds of kisses echoing from inside, it was obvious—they were getting into it.

You had told yourself you didn't care. You weren't his girlfriend. This was just a game. But standing there, listening to another girl have his attention, his lips, his touch... it made something ugly stir inside you.

Mina nudged you, trying to pull you away. "Okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea," she whispered.

You nodded, finally deciding to back off. Just as you turned to leave—

The door abruptly swung open.

You barely had a second to react before Jungkook stood there, his dark eyes locking onto yours instantly. His expression was unreadable, but his sharp gaze held something... amused? Challenging? Maybe a little of both.

Behind him, the girl from the closet was fixing her hair, a smug little smirk on her lips. Meanwhile, you and Mina stood there like deer caught in headlights, frozen in place.

Mina was the first to snap out of it, laughing awkwardly. "Oh, hey! We were just—uh—looking for the bathroom."

You nodded a little too quickly. "Yeah. Totally lost."

Jungkook just raised an eyebrow, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he stepped aside, giving you room to pass. His eyes stayed on you the entire time, watching as you and Mina slid away awkwardly, trying to disappear into the crowd like nothing happened.

But even as you walked away, you felt his stare burning into your back.

You let out a deep breath as you stepped outside, the cool night air hitting your skin instantly. It was a relief—fresh, crisp, and quiet.

Mina had only given you five minutes, but that was all you needed to shake off whatever the hell you were feeling.

Leaning against the wall, you ran a hand through your hair, trying to push away the heat that had crept up your neck. It's just a game. You weren't his girlfriend. You had no right to feel anything. Jungkook was a player—he had made that clear from the beginning.

Still, the image of him and that girl in the closet lingered in your mind, the way his lips moved against hers, the way his hands roamed so freely over her body.

You clenched your jaw, inhaling deeply to calm yourself.

"Get it together," you muttered under your breath.

The last thing you needed was to fall into the trap of catching feelings for a guy like him.

You freeze for a second, already knowing who it is before you even turn around. That familiar scent—expensive cologne mixed with something undeniably him—tells you everything you need to know.

Jungkook.

Schooling your expression, you take a breath before turning to face him, pretending like your heart isn't pounding in your chest. He's standing close, hands tucked into his pockets, head slightly tilted as he studies you. His lips are still a little swollen from the kiss in the closet.

"I thought we both agreed not to get mad," he says, voice smooth but laced with something teasing, something challenging.

You scoff lightly, crossing your arms. "Who said I was mad?"

Jungkook raises a brow, stepping in closer. Too close. The space between you nearly disappears, and you have to fight the urge to step back. His eyes flicker over your face, searching, waiting.

"You look mad," he murmurs, his voice dipping lower. "And you definitely looked mad when you were eavesdropping on me."

Your stomach tightens, but you roll your eyes, feigning nonchalance. "Please. Like I care what you do in some dark closet."

Jungkook hums, unconvinced. His hand comes up, fingers barely grazing your waist before he leans down, lips hovering by your ear.

"Liar."

You tilt your chin up, keeping your expression neutral, even though the way Jungkook is looking at you is making your heart race.

"It was just a childish game," you remind him, voice smooth, daring him to challenge you.

Jungkook scoffs, rolling his eyes before suddenly stepping in, his body pressing against yours as your back hits the cool wall. His hands grip your waist firmly, and for a second, you think he's about to kiss you—his lips hover just above yours, his breath warm, teasing.

But you smirk.

Slowly, you push against his chest, just enough to create space between you. His grip tightens slightly, as if he doesn't want to let go, but he allows it. You look up at him through your lashes, voice laced with amusement.

"I don't want to kiss you when you've been kissing other people all day."

Jungkook freezes for a moment, jaw tightening. His dark eyes flicker with something unreadable—frustration? Amusement? Possession? You can't quite tell.

Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Is that so?" he muses, voice low, dangerous.

You simply nod, biting back a grin as you slip out of his grasp and step away.

Jungkook watches you closely, his tongue running over his teeth as he shoves his hands back into his pockets.

"You like playing games, don't you?" he murmurs.

You glance over your shoulder, flashing him a teasing smile. "Only when I win."

And with that, you walk back inside, leaving Jungkook standing there, exhaling sharply as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

Jungkook steps back inside, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit room until they land on you. You're at the bar, sipping your drink, the cool glass pressed against your lips as you casually observe the party. The spin-the-bottle game had died down, replaced by people either clinging onto their newfound interests, making out in corners, or swaying to the music in the center of the room.

He watches you for a moment, his jaw tightening as he sees the way other guys glance in your direction. You look unbothered, twirling your glass in hand, but Jungkook knows better. You were teasing him earlier, but now you're keeping your distance—and he hates it.

He strides toward the kitchen, leaning against the counter with an effortless confidence, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.

"You're really trying to piss me off tonight, aren't you?" he finally says, voice low enough that only you can hear over the music.

You raise a brow, taking another slow sip of your drink before setting it down. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jungkook lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. He steps closer, resting his palm flat on the counter beside you, caging you in slightly.

"You've been playing with me all day," he murmurs, tilting his head. His voice is smooth but laced with something darker—something possessive. "And now, what? You're just gonna sit here, sipping your drink, acting like you don't care?"

You shrug, keeping your expression unreadable, but the way his gaze flickers to your lips tells you he's already trying to figure out your next move.

"I told you," you say, your voice just as teasing as before, "I don't kiss guys who spend the whole night kissing other girls."

Jungkook clenches his jaw, his fingers curling against the counter. You can tell your words got to him, but instead of snapping, he leans in even closer, his breath ghosting against your skin.

"Careful," he warns, voice husky. "You're gonna make me prove something to you."

You smirk, picking up your drink again and taking a slow sip, unfazed. "And what exactly do you think you need to prove?"

Jungkook watches you, his dark eyes locked onto yours like a silent challenge.

"That you're mine."

You tilt your head, meeting Jungkook's intense gaze with a smirk as you swirl the drink in your glass. "I think you're forgetting something," you say, your tone light but pointed.

Jungkook raises a brow, clearly intrigued but still on edge. "Yeah? And what's that?"

You set your drink down, looking up at him through your lashes. "That little interview of yours."

His jaw tightens slightly, but you continue.

"The one where you said you had 'a few' girlfriends." You let the words linger, watching as his expression darkens. "I mean, I get it. You're a player. And that's fine. Because let's be real—" you lean in slightly, voice lowering as your lips nearly brush his ear, "—this is just a favor, right?"

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on the counter. You feel the shift in the air between you, the tension so thick it's almost suffocating. He doesn't like hearing you say it out loud, but he also knows you're not wrong.

You pull back, your smirk growing when you see the way his jaw flexes, the way his fingers twitch as if he's resisting the urge to grab you.

"Thought so," you murmur, picking up your drink again and taking a slow sip. "So don't get any ideas."

Jungkook watches you, his dark eyes unreadable, but you can tell he's pissed. Not in a loud, obvious way—but in a way that makes your heart race, because you know he's about to prove you wrong in the worst—or best—way possible.

You pause mid-sip, eyes narrowing at Jungkook as he leans closer, his smirk deepening. The audacity.

"That's not what you were saying in the shower, though," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "Mrs. 'Jungkook fucks me better.'"

Your fingers tighten around your glass, heat rushing to your face—not just from embarrassment, but from the way he's looking at you, eyes dark with amusement and something else. Something dangerous.

You scoff, placing your drink down as you roll your eyes. "You're so full of yourself."

Jungkook chuckles, tapping his fingers against the counter. "Am I?" He tilts his head, studying you. "Because I remember you screaming it."

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. "That was a favor, remember?" You throw his own words back at him, watching as his smirk falters just slightly before coming back even more cocky.

"A favor, huh?" He pushes off the counter, stepping in closer. You don't move back. "Then I guess I'll just have to remind you why you said it in the first place."

Your breath catches, but you refuse to let him win. You smirk, picking up your drink again and taking a slow sip before locking eyes with him.

You pause for a moment before turning back to face Jungkook, a slow smirk playing on your lips. His eyes are still on you, watching your every move like a predator waiting to pounce.

"Y'know," you start, tilting your head as you lean against the counter, your fingers trailing lightly along the rim of your glass. "For someone who claims not to be obsessed... you sure do act like it."

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he shakes his head. "You keep saying that," he muses, stepping closer, his tone amused but laced with something darker. "Like you actually believe it."

You shrug, feigning innocence. "Just calling it how I see it." You lick your lips slowly, watching his gaze flicker down to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. "I mean... what was all that upstairs, huh? You were practically losing your mind just because I was teasing you a little."

Jungkook's tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he looks at you, unreadable. Then, in a blink, he leans in, his hands bracing on either side of you, trapping you against the counter.

"You think you've got me figured out, don't you?" His voice is low, taunting, his breath fanning against your skin.

Your heart pounds, but you keep your cool, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "I think I've got you exactly where I want you."

Jungkook scoffs, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "That so?"

You nod, reaching up and running a single finger down his chest before leaning in—just enough that your lips barely ghost over his. He tenses slightly, his hands twitching like he's about to grab you, but you pull away at the last second, smiling sweetly.

"Well," you purr, stepping past him, your fingers lightly dragging against his wrist as you go, "if you're not obsessed yet... you will be."

Jungkook doesn't move right away, just stands there, jaw clenched, watching you disappear into the party again.

You don't need to turn around to know that you just got under his skin. And you love it.

The music is loud, people are dancing, drinking, and lost in their own conversations—but Jungkook's voice cuts through it all like a blade.

"Y/N!"

You stop in your tracks, your body tensing slightly before you turn around, your expression carefully neutral. But the second you lock eyes with him, you see something different. Something darker. His usual cocky smirk is gone, replaced with something more intense. More raw.

And then he says it.

"What if I am obsessed with you, then?"

The words hang thick in the air, and for the first time tonight, you feel caught off guard. Your lips part slightly, a retort lingering at the tip of your tongue, but nothing comes out.

Jungkook takes a step closer, and then another, until he's right in front of you again, close enough that you can smell the faint mix of his cologne and the whiskey on his breath.

"You play your little games," he murmurs, voice lower now, quieter—but no less dangerous. His eyes roam over your face, as if searching for a crack in your composure. "You push, you tease, you act like none of this affects you. But it does, doesn't it?"

Your heart is hammering, but you refuse to let it show. Instead, you tilt your head, arching a brow. "And what if it does?"

A slow, knowing smirk curls on his lips. "Then that makes two of us."

The air between you crackles with tension, charged and electric. You can feel the weight of his words settling deep in your chest, making it harder to breathe. Because this—this wasn't part of the game.

You let out a small breath, steadying yourself before tilting your head at him with a teasing smirk. "That's cute, Jungkook," you murmur, deliberately slow, watching the way his jaw tenses. "But I'm still not going to kiss you."

His eyes darken instantly, flicking down to your lips before locking back onto yours. You can tell he's tempted—desperate even. You've seen this look before, but this time, there's something almost frustrated about it. Like he's finally realizing that for once, he's not the one in control.

Jungkook groans, closing his eyes for a second before shaking his head. "You're gonna drive me insane," he mutters, voice low and raspy.

You chuckle, pretending to be unaffected. "Maybe you already are."

His hands are still on you, fingers lingering a little too long on your wrists before he finally—reluctantly—lets go. The heat of his touch fades, but the tension between you only thickens. He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration before scoffing.

"Fine," he says, voice filled with playful irritation. "You win this time."

Jungkook leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching every step you take with a dark, amused smirk. The way you strut away—hips swaying, chin up, completely unbothered—only makes his desire burn hotter.

His tongue runs over his bottom lip as he exhales sharply, shaking his head with a chuckle. Fuck. He didn't think he could want you more, but after tonight, after the way you stood your ground, teased him, denied him—he swears he's never been this turned on in his life.

The fact that you refused to kiss him, the way you pushed him off like he didn't have girls begging for his attention daily, made something dark stir inside him. It was frustrating, infuriating, and yet... he loved it. It made him want you even more.

Still leaning against the counter, Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. You wanna play this game? Fine. But he's not letting you win forever.

You weave through the crowd, dodging couples making out and people drunkenly singing along to the music, until you spot Mina. She's swaying to the beat with Yoongi, arms in the air, her movements loose and carefree. It's obvious she's had way too much to drink, her giggles uncontrollable as Yoongi simply watches in amusement, occasionally steadying her when she stumbles.

You exchange a knowing look with Yoongi, both of you holding back laughter as Mina nearly trips over her own feet.

"Alright, party girl, I think that's enough for you," you say, grabbing her wrist gently.

Mina pouts, leaning against Yoongi dramatically. "But I'm not drunk," she slurs, blinking up at him.

Yoongi scoffs, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from toppling over. "Yeah? Tell that to your legs."

You and Yoongi chuckle as she whines in protest, but neither of you give her a choice. Together, you guide her toward the couch, plopping her down as she crosses her arms, pretending to be mad.

Yoongi sits next to her, shaking his head. "This is what happens when you mix tequila with vodka, genius."

Mina dramatically sighs, then suddenly grins, looking between the two of you. "Wait—where's Jungkook?" She slurs his name, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flips at the mention of him. "Not important."

Yoongi smirks knowingly. "Yeah, sure."

Before you can argue, Mina gasps. "Wait! Did you guys kiss?!"

You and Yoongi both groan at the same time. "Mina, sit down."

As Mina finally settles onto the couch, still giggling to herself, Yoongi shifts his gaze to you. His usual laid-back expression falters for a second as his eyes narrow, scanning your neck. Then, ever so slowly, a smirk stretches across his face.

"Well, well, well," he drawls, leaning back against the couch with his arms crossed. "Someone had a little too much fun tonight."

Confused, you frown. "What are you talking about?"

Yoongi tilts his head, nodding toward you. "Your neck."

Your stomach drops. Your hand instinctively flies up, fingertips grazing over your skin, and you feel the faint sting before you even realize what he means. Shit.

Mina, barely keeping up, blinks at you before gasping dramatically. "OH MY GOD—"

You slap a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. "Shut up," you hiss, glancing around. The last thing you needed was for half the party to hear.

Yoongi just chuckles, shaking his head. "Damn, Jungkook really marked you up, huh?"

You glare at him. "It's not like that."

He raises a brow, unimpressed. "No? Because it looks exactly like that."

Mina wiggles free from your hand, still in shock. "Wait—so you did do something?! Oh my god, no wonder he was looking at you like that all night!"

You roll your eyes. "It's not—ugh, whatever. It's just the favor."

Yoongi scoffs. "Yeah? Then why does he look like he wants to kill someone every time another guy even breathes near you?"

Your lips press into a tight line, refusing to answer. Because honestly? You didn't have one.

As Yoongi continues smirking at you, you sigh, leaning back into the couch, fingers absentmindedly tracing over the marks on your neck. You knew exactly when Jungkook had left them—right before Mina interrupted. He had been so rough, his grip firm, his mouth relentless against your skin. You loved it. The way he took control, the way he made you feel completely his, even if you refused to admit it out loud.

Yoongi watches you with knowing eyes. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

You snap out of it, shooting him a glare. "No."

He chuckles, clearly not believing you but letting it slide. "Uh-huh. Anyway, what's going on with Mino? That little kiss at the party was out of nowhere."

You exhale, finally dropping the topic of Jungkook. "I broke up with him."

Yoongi blinks, then slowly grins. "You what?"

Mina, still half-dazed from alcohol, suddenly gasps, coming back to life. "YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM?"

You shrug, sipping your drink. "Yeah. It was long overdue. He literally walked into the party with another girl. And he had hickeys, Yoongi. Like, he wasn't even trying to hide it."

Yoongi shakes his head with a low whistle. "Damn. Should've done it sooner."

Mina grabs your arm dramatically. "Wait—does this mean you're single now?"

You hesitate, suddenly feeling the weight of her words. You were single now. No more half-assing a relationship, no more pretending you didn't see the red flags. But before you can even process it, Yoongi speaks up.

"Single, huh?" He smirks, glancing toward the kitchen where Jungkook had disappeared earlier. "Wonder how long that will last."

You roll your eyes, but deep down, you wonder the same thing.

As you sit back on the couch with Mina and Yoongi, your eyes naturally drift toward Jungkook. He's standing near the kitchen, casually leaning against the counter as he talks to a group of guys he's just met. Whatever they're talking about must be entertaining because they're all laughing, Jungkook included, his dimples making a rare appearance.

But what really catches your attention is the crowd of girls subtly orbiting around him. Some pretend to be waiting for drinks, others linger nearby, stealing glances at him, whispering to their friends. One girl even places a hand on his arm when she laughs at something he said, her touch lingering a little too long.

Mina scoffs dramatically. "Look at them. It's like watching moths around a flame."

Yoongi snorts, swirling his drink. "More like flies around a trash can."

You choke on your drink, laughing as Yoongi grins proudly at his own joke. Mina smacks his arm playfully, but she's laughing too. "You're just jealous because no one swarms around you like that."

Yoongi shrugs. "I prefer quality over quantity."

You all roll your eyes in sync, watching the scene unfold like it's a reality TV show. It's not surprising—Jungkook has always had this effortless pull, like people were naturally drawn to him. And yet, despite all the attention, you know the only person he's really been focused on all night is you.

Still, you play it cool, taking another sip of your drink. "Let them have their moment. He is a player, after all."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "And yet, you're the only one he's actually chasing."

You pretend not to hear him, but the smirk tugging at your lips gives you away.

You lean in closer to Yoongi, lowering your voice as you swirl the drink in your hand. "Jungkook keeps trying to kiss me," you admit, glancing over at where he's still entertaining his new friends. "But I keep rejecting him."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, amused. "Damn. You really got him down bad, huh?"

You shrug, trying to play it off, but the way Jungkook's eyes flicker toward you even while he's in the middle of laughing with someone else tells a different story.

Mina, half-drunk and nosy as ever, perks up. "Wait, what? You're rejecting Jungkook? Girl, are you feeling okay?"

You roll your eyes. "I mean, yeah. He's used to getting what he wants. I'm just making him work for it."

Yoongi smirks knowingly. "And it's working, too. He's acting like a deprived man, losing his mind over you."

Mina gasps dramatically, gripping your arm. "That's so hot. He totally likes you more than you think."

Yoongi nods, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, I lowkey feel bad for the dude. He's probably never had to chase anyone before." He eyes Jungkook across the room, watching the way his shoulders tense whenever he notices you aren't paying attention to him. "But at the same time, it's hilarious watching him suffer."

You smirk to yourself, feeling a little victorious. You hadn't even intended to play this game at first, but now that you're in it, you're kind of enjoying the way Jungkook is slowly unraveling.

You giggle at Yoongi's comment, shaking your head as you take another sip of your drink. The conversation shifts as Mina suddenly perks up.

"Wait, didn't you say you have the next few weeks off?" she asks excitedly, nudging you.

You nod. "Yeah, finally. I need this break."

Yoongi smirks. "So what's the plan? You better not waste it just lying in bed all day."

Mina gasps dramatically. "Ooh! Let's go to the club next weekend! It's been so long since we've gone out properly."

You think about it for a second before smiling. "You know what? That actually sounds perfect."

Yoongi shrugs, already knowing he'll end up being dragged along. "Fine, but if I'm going, we're getting VIP. I refuse to be stuck in a crowd of sweaty people all night."

Mina claps her hands together excitedly. "Done! It's settled then."

You glance over at Jungkook, who's still surrounded by people, but his gaze flickers toward you as if he knows you're talking about something interesting. You smirk to yourself, wondering if he'll find out about the club plan—or if you should keep it a secret and let him be curious.

Yoongi leans back on the couch, stretching his arms out as he looks at you with a smirk.

"You should bring Jungkook as your plus one," he says casually. "Everyone's bringing someone, so it only makes sense."

Mina immediately perks up. "Ooooh, yes! Bring him. I wanna see how he acts when you're out looking fine as hell and other guys try talking to you."

You roll your eyes but smile, swirling the ice in your drink. "I don't know... What if he's busy entertaining his 'few girlfriends'?" you tease.

Yoongi chuckles. "Yeah, okay. That man's already whipped, he just doesn't know it yet."

Mina nudges your arm. "C'mon, it'll be fun. Plus, I wanna see if he gets jealous."

You glance over at Jungkook, who's still surrounded by people, but you can feel his eyes flicker toward you every now and then. Smirking, you turn back to them.

"Alright, I'll ask him. But I'm not promising anything."

Yoongi grins. "Oh, he'll come. Trust me."

You take a sip of your drink, glancing between Yoongi and Mina. "So, what's the plan after the club? I mean, I have a few weeks off thanks to my very generous boss."

Yoongi raises a brow. "A few weeks? Damn"

Mina gasps dramatically. "Oh my god, that means we have so much time to do everything."

You chuckle. "Exactly. So, what's on the agenda? Because I refuse to sit at home doing nothing."

Yoongi smirks, leaning in. "Well, knowing you, I'd say you'll be busy receiving di—"

You immediately slap his arm before he can finish, making Mina burst into laughter.

"I knew you were gonna say that," you say, shaking your head.

He grins. "Hey, I'm just saying. Jungkook's definitely not letting you rest."

Mina wipes a tear from laughing too hard. "Yoongi might be right, though. Jungkook looks like he has stamina."

You roll your eyes, but you can't deny the heat that rises to your face. "Can we be serious for a second?"

Yoongi hums, thinking. "We could do a trip somewhere—maybe rent a house for a few days?"

Mina nods enthusiastically. "Ooh! Like a beach house? Or a cabin?"

"That actually sounds fun," you admit, considering it.

Yoongi smirks. "And imagine the fun if you bring your little fighter boy with you."

You groan. "Why do you guys keep bringing him up?"

Mina giggles. "Because it's fun watching him go crazy over you."

You shake your head but smile. "Alright, fine. A trip could be fun. Let's plan it."

Yoongi leans back against the couch, nodding. "Alright, so a cabin resort? Away from the city, surrounded by nature? Sounds like a damn good idea."

Mina claps her hands excitedly. "Yes! Imagine waking up to the sound of birds, drinking coffee on a deck, and just relaxing."

You smirk. "You say relaxing, but I know damn well there's gonna be chaos with this group."

Yoongi laughs. "Oh, for sure. But that's what makes it fun."

Mina nods. "So, should we book it for next week? We'll need to sort out who's coming, food, drinks, activities—"

Yoongi waves a hand. "Relax, party planner. We'll figure it out."

You glance at him. "You're just saying that because you know Mina's gonna do all the work."

He grins. "Exactly."

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles. "Fine, I'll look for places. But we need a good one—hot tub, big kitchen, fire pit, all of it."

You nod. "Agreed. Oh, and I guess I should invite Jungkook?"

Yoongi smirks. "Obviously. What's a getaway without your boyfriend?"

You scoff. "He's not my boyfriend."

Mina giggles. "Sure, sure. But he is coming, right?"

You sigh dramatically. "I'll ask him."

Yoongi smirks. "Oh, he'll say yes. Trust me."

Jungkook suddenly appears beside you, his presence instantly drawing your attention. His dark eyes flicker down at you before he leans in slightly. "You ready to go?"

You nod, feeling the weight of the long night settling in. "Yeah, let's go."

Turning to Mina and Yoongi, you pull them into quick hugs. "See you guys soon," you say, feeling Mina's drunken sway as she giggles.

"Text me when you get home," she slurs, pointing at you. "And think about my cabin idea!"

Yoongi smirks, throwing an arm over Mina to steady her. "Have fun, lovebirds."

You roll your eyes, but Jungkook only chuckles, placing a hand on your lower back as he guides you toward the door.

The cool night air greets you as you step outside, the party's muffled music still thumping behind you. Jungkook walks ahead slightly, unlocking his car before opening the passenger door for you.

You slide in, watching as he rounds the front and gets into the driver's seat. His jaw is tense, but there's something unreadable in his expression.

The ride starts in silence, but you can feel the tension—thick, lingering, charged.

As Jungkook drives through the quiet streets, you casually lean back against the seat and exhale. "By the way," you say, keeping your tone light, "I broke up with Mino."

For a moment, there's silence. You glance at Jungkook, and his grip on the wheel tightens ever so slightly. Then, you see it—the corner of his lips twitching before they stretch into a slow, smug smirk.

"Yeah?" he hums, pretending to be indifferent, but you can practically feel the joy radiating off him. He keeps his eyes on the road, acting unfazed, but the way his fingers drum against the wheel gives him away.

You narrow your eyes at him. "You seem a little too happy about that."

He scoffs, finally glancing at you, his smirk deepening. "Can you blame me?" His voice drops slightly, smooth and teasing. "Never liked that guy anyway."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "Right."

Jungkook chuckles, shifting gears smoothly as he drives, but there's something else in his expression now—something more satisfied, more possessive. Like he's already thinking about what this means for the both of you.

As the car rolls to a stop at a red light, you turn to Jungkook. "By the way, a bunch of us are planning a cabin resort trip during the break. You wanna come? If you're not busy with work, that is."

Jungkook tilts his head slightly, his eyes flickering with interest. Then, he smirks. "I told you, didn't I?" His fingers tap lazily against the steering wheel. "Since I won my fight, I get some time off. No training, no matches—just free time."

You nod, suppressing a grin. "So, that's a yes?"

He exhales through his nose, pretending to think. "Hmm... spending a few days in the middle of nowhere with you?" He glances at you, his gaze heavy with something unreadable. "Yeah, I think I can make time for that."

You shake your head at his cocky tone, but deep down, you're already picturing how things will unfold. A cabin trip. Jungkook. No distractions. No excuses.

Jungkook glances at you with a smirk, his fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel. "So... separate cabins, or?"

You raise an eyebrow at him, already sensing where this is going. "Why do you ask?"

He grins, eyes flickering back to the road. "Just making sure you book mine with yours. And make sure it's far from the group." His voice drops slightly, teasing yet laced with something deeper.

You scoff, shaking your head. "Oh, so now you're making requests?"

He chuckles. "I just like my privacy." Then, leaning in slightly, he adds in a lower tone, "Especially when I'm with you."

Your breath hitches for a split second, but you quickly recover, rolling your eyes at his antics. Still, the idea doesn't sound bad at all. Without another word, you pull out your phone and text Mina. 'Make sure my cabin is far from the group... and maybe add Jungkook to it.'

You pretend it's not a big deal, but you feel Jungkook watching you from the corner of his eye, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"That's my girl," he mutters under his breath, barely audible, but you hear it. And you don't correct him.

You turn to Jungkook with a playful smile. "Oh, by the way, we're going to the club this weekend. You in?"

He lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "Damn, how much have you been going out lately?"

You shrug, smirking. "What can I say? I'm still young. Gotta live while I can."

Jungkook hums, glancing at you with amusement. "So that's your excuse?"

"Of course," you tease. "What's yours, Mr. 'I-Only-Fight-And-Train'?"

He scoffs, resting one hand on the steering wheel while draping the other lazily over the gear shift. "I don't need an excuse. I just do whatever I want."

You raise an eyebrow. "And that includes coming to the club with us?"

Jungkook smirks, leaning back in his seat. "Guess I have no choice but to keep an eye on you. Can't have you out here driving guys crazy."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the way your lips curl into a smile. "Oh please, I can handle myself."

Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah... that's what I'm worried about."

Jungkook glances at you, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek before he suggests, "Wanna just crash at mine instead?"

You pause for a second, considering it. You're already with him, and the idea of not having to go home does sound nice. "Fine," you say, "but no kissing or anything. Your lips have been everywhere tonight."

Jungkook smirks, clearly amused by your comment. "Jealous?"

You scoff. "Not at all. Just hygienic."

He chuckles, gripping the wheel tighter as he switches lanes. "Alright, princess. No kissing." Then, after a beat, he adds, "But I can't promise I won't touch."

You roll your eyes, but you don't deny the way your stomach flutters just a little. "Keep your hands to yourself, Jungkook."

You cross your arms and lean back into the seat, looking at him with a smug expression. "Actually, touching is off-limits too. That's your punishment."

Jungkook groans dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "You're really gonna do me like that?"

You nod, fighting back a grin. "Yup. Should've thought about that before swapping spit with half the party."

He exhales sharply, shaking his head. "You're cruel."

"You deserve it."

Jungkook glances at you with narrowed eyes, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "You know this is only gonna make it worse for you, right?"

You raise a brow. "For me?"

He leans in slightly, voice dropping lower. "Yeah. 'Cause the second you let up, I'm gonna make you regret ever teasing me like this."

You feel a shiver run down your spine, but you keep your face neutral. "We'll see about that."

Jungkook just smirks, jaw clenching as he accelerates slightly, eager to get home.

As you step into Jungkook's house, you sigh, realizing you have nothing to change into. You could easily go home and grab some clothes, but exhaustion weighs on you, and the thought of walking next door feels like too much effort.

"I don't have anything to wear," you mumble, kicking off your heels.

Jungkook smirks, already digging through his drawers. "Don't worry, I got you."

He tosses a shirt at you, and as you unfold it, you realize just how short it is—practically cropped, barely enough to cover anything.

You give him a look. "Seriously?"

He leans against the dresser, clearly enjoying himself. "What? It's my smallest shirt."

"You did that on purpose," you accuse, holding it up against your body. It's obvious this won't cover much, especially without shorts.

Jungkook shrugs. "Should've gone home, then."

Rolling your eyes, you take the shirt and head to the bathroom. Once inside, you turn on the shower, letting the steam fill the space as you undress. The hot water soothes your skin, washing away the night's tension. You scrub off your makeup, wishing you had thought ahead and brought your toothbrush. Now you'd have to sleep with that annoying unbrushed feeling.

After drying off, you slip into the shirt, confirming your suspicion—it barely covers you. The hem rests dangerously high on your thighs, and if you so much as lift your arms, everything would be on display.

Great.

Running your fingers through your damp hair, you take a deep breath before stepping out. Jungkook is already lounging on the bed, phone in hand, but the second he sees you, his eyes darken.

He whistles lowly. "Damn."

You cross your arms, shifting uncomfortably. "Not a word."

Jungkook grins, patting the empty space beside him. "Come here."

You hesitate but climb into bed, immediately turning your back to him. "Still no touching."

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. "You really are evil."

Smirking to yourself, you close your eyes. But even as silence settles in, you can feel the weight of Jungkook's stare on you in the dimly lit room.

You shift slightly, feeling Jungkook's intense stare burning into your back. With a sigh, you finally turn over to face him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light of the room. His expression is unreadable at first—his lips slightly parted, his jaw tense, and his gaze slowly trailing down your body before flicking back up to your eyes.

The silence stretches between you for a few seconds, thick with tension.

Then, Jungkook smirks lazily. "You know... if you didn't want me to touch you, you shouldn't have worn something that makes me want to break that rule."

You roll your eyes, about to shut him down, but he leans in just a little, lowering his voice.

"And the way that shirt barely covers you... I swear, if you so much as move the wrong way, I'll see everything."

Your breath catches in your throat. He grins, clearly enjoying how your face heats up, but you quickly recover, masking it with a scoff.

"Pervert," you mumble, turning back around.

Jungkook chuckles behind you, his voice husky. "You love it."

You don't dignify him with a response, but you feel the way the bed dips as he gets comfortable. The heat of his body is close—too close. He doesn't touch you, respecting your so-called "punishment," but you can practically feel the restraint rolling off him in waves.

He exhales heavily, and just when you think he's done talking, he murmurs one last thing against the silence.

"If I can't touch you tonight, then I hope you know I'm dreaming about everything I'm gonna do when I finally can."

Your stomach flips, and you curse yourself for how much you like it.

A beat of silence passes before Jungkook sighs. You hear him shift on the bed behind you, and then his voice comes, softer than usual.

"Look..." He hesitates for a second, like he's not used to what he's about to say. "I'm... sorry. For kissing those girls."

Your eyes widen slightly, but you don't turn around just yet. Jungkook? Apologizing? That's new.

"I don't usually do this whole 'sorry' thing," he continues, almost like he's annoyed with himself for even bringing it up. "But I could tell it bothered you."

You stay quiet, processing his words.

"I mean, we said no feelings, right?" he adds, trying to play it off, but there's something in his voice—something uncertain. "So, it shouldn't have mattered."

That makes you turn around, raising a brow at him. "Then why are you apologizing?"

Jungkook clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. He looks... frustrated, but not at you. More at himself.

"Because it did matter," he finally admits. "Even if I don't want to admit it."

The confession hangs in the air between you. He shifts again, rubbing the back of his neck like the words physically pained him to say.

You smirk slightly. "Wow. The player actually feels bad?"

Jungkook groans, throwing himself back onto the pillow. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

You do laugh, shaking your head. "I guess I'll accept your apology."

He peeks at you through one eye. "Yeah?"

You hum, turning back around. "But your punishment still stands."

Jungkook groans again, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "You're evil."

Jungkook props himself up on his elbows, staring at you with an amused yet curious expression. "Okay, but be honest... was Mino actually that bad in bed?"

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "Why do you care?"

He smirks. "Just answer the question."

You sigh, tilting your head as you think about it. "Let's just say... I've had to fake it more times than I can count."

Jungkook's eyes widen before he bursts out laughing. "No way. That bad?"

You nod, cringing at the memory. "It was mostly about him. Barely any effort for me."

Jungkook shakes his head, his tongue poking at his cheek as he watches you. "Damn. That's actually tragic."

You scoff. "Tragic for me, yeah. He was clueless, and I didn't feel like bruising his ego."

Jungkook chuckles, sitting up fully now. "So, you've never—?"

"Not with him," you cut in, giving him a pointed look.

He runs a hand through his hair, eyeing you with something darker behind his gaze. "That's wild," he mutters, more to himself than to you.

You raise a brow. "Why do you sound so personally offended?"

He leans back, licking his lips. "Because no one should have to fake it, especially not someone like you." His voice is lower now, more serious. "Guys like Mino don't deserve to be in bed with a woman if they don't know how to handle one."

You pause, feeling the heat rise between you both again. His stare is heavy, almost like he's imagining all the ways he could make up for Mino's failures.

But you smirk, deciding to push his buttons. "Well, not everyone can be Jungkook, right?"

His smirk matches yours now, but there's something dangerous in his eyes. "Damn right," he mutters, voice dripping with confidence.

Jungkook leans back against the headboard, arms crossed as he studies you. "Was Mino your first?" he asks casually, but there's a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

You shake your head, letting out a small laugh. "Nope."

He raises a brow. "Then who?"

You roll your eyes at his persistence but answer anyway. "Some jock back in high school."

Jungkook tilts his head, clearly interested now. "A jock?"

"Yeah," you say with a shrug. "He was popular, charming... thought he knew what he was doing."

Jungkook scoffs, already guessing where this is going. "And?"

You sigh dramatically. "And it was... underwhelming."

He smirks. "Figures."

You give him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jungkook shrugs, still smirking. "Jocks like that care more about their rep than actually making sure a girl enjoys it. Let me guess—two minutes, tops?"

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. "Okay, not that bad, but yeah... let's just say I didn't exactly see fireworks."

Jungkook watches you closely, his tongue running over his bottom lip. "So, you've been let down twice now?"

You squint at him. "Why do you sound so concerned?"

He shrugs again, but there's something in his expression—something cocky, something smug. "Just feels like a shame, that's all."

You roll your eyes. "Oh? And what, you feel bad for me?"

He chuckles lowly, shaking his head. "Nah. Just thinking how different your experience could've been... with the right person."

The way he says it, the way his voice dips lower, sends a shiver down your spine. But you don't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you raise a brow and smirk. "Too bad you'll never know."

Jungkook's jaw tenses slightly, his eyes darkening as he watches you. "You sure about that?"

The tension crackles between you both, but you just smile, enjoying how you're getting under his skin. "Absolutely."

Jungkook leans in slightly, his voice dropping. "We'll see about that."

Jungkook leans in closer, his voice dripping with confidence. "Just admit it—I fuck you good."

You smirk, crossing your arms as you tilt your head at him. "I never said you didn't."

His smirk deepens. "So, you're saying I do?"

You roll your eyes, refusing to feed his ego too much. "I'm saying... you know what you're doing."

Jungkook chuckles, leaning back against the pillows. "Damn right, I do."

Curious now, you tilt your head. "Alright, since we're being honest... What's your body count?"

He pauses, eyes flickering upward as if he's actually trying to count. But the silence drags on a little too long.

You narrow your eyes. "Why are you thinking so hard?"

Jungkook shrugs, grinning. "Just trying to remember."

You deadpan. "Trying to remember?"

He laughs at your expression, but you're not amused. Crossing your arms, you raise a brow. "Jungkook... do you have an STD?"

His laughter dies down as he looks at you, shocked. "What? No!"

You squint at him. "Are you sure?"

He scoffs. "Yes, I get tested regularly. I'm clean."

You purse your lips, still unconvinced. "Hmm."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "What, you want me to pull up my medical records?"

You smirk. "I mean... it would be reassuring."

He groans, running a hand down his face. "Unbelievable."

You giggle, satisfied that you got under his skin. "Just making sure, player."

Jungkook clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "You love testing me, don't you?"

You shrug playfully. "Maybe."

He leans in, eyes dark. "Be careful, or I might just have to remind you exactly how clean I am."

Your breath catches, but you quickly recover, smirking. "Too bad you're still on punishment."

Jungkook groans dramatically, flopping back on the bed.

You raise a brow at him. "Okay, Mr. Player... what's the longest relationship you've ever been in?"

Jungkook pauses for a second, his expression shifting slightly. "Almost 12 years."

Your eyes widen. "Twelve years?"

He nods. "Started in middle school. We were together until I was 19."

You blink, processing that. "Wait, so... what happened?"

Jungkook exhales through his nose, looking away for a moment. "She broke up with me. Thought I was gonna be broke and useless chasing a dream. She didn't believe I'd make it as a boxer."

Your brows knit together. "Damn."

He shrugs, trying to play it off. "She left for some older guy. Someone more 'stable.'"

You study his face, noticing the way his jaw tenses slightly. "That's cold."

Jungkook scoffs. "Yeah, well... jokes on her. Look where I'm at now."

You nod, impressed. "And you haven't been in a serious relationship since?"

"Nah." He looks at you, lips curling slightly. "I don't do relationships anymore."

You hum in understanding but can't help but wonder if that's entirely true. "So, just hookups?"

Jungkook grins. "Pretty much."

You smirk. "So what am I, then?"

His grin falters for a split second before he chuckles. "You? You're..." He trails off, eyes flickering to yours. "Different."

Your smirk deepens. "Nice save."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "I'm serious."

You hold his gaze for a moment before deciding to let it slide, not wanting to push him too much. But a part of you wonders... does he really not do relationships anymore? Or is he just scared of getting hurt again?

Jungkook leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Funny thing is... she came running back."

Your brows raise. "No way."

He nods. "Saw me shopping one day, looking all fine as hell. By then, I had already hit the gym, started winning fights, made a name for myself." He scoffs, shaking his head. "Suddenly, she was all over me, acting like leaving me was a mistake."

You snort. "Let me guess... she was so sorry and wanted another chance?"

Jungkook smirks. "Exactly. Said she 'didn't mean it' and was 'just scared.' That she missed me."

You tilt your head. "And? What did you do?"

He chuckles darkly. "Told her she made her choice, and I was done. She looked like she was about to cry right there in the middle of the store."

You grin, shaking your head. "Karma's a bitch."

Jungkook nods. "Yup. But it was the best thing that happened to me. That breakup made me focus on myself, my career. If she hadn't left, I probably wouldn't be who I am today."

You hum in agreement. "Still, that's wild. She really thought she could just come back like nothing happened?"

Jungkook scoffs. "People only love you when they see you doing better."

You nod slowly, taking in his words. "Well, sucks for her. She fumbled hard."

Jungkook grins, eyes flickering to you. "Damn right she did."

You tilt your head, watching him carefully. "So, how does it really feel? Having all these girls throwing themselves at you, only for one night?"

Jungkook leans back against the bedframe, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before speaking.

"It's lonely."

You blink, not expecting that answer. "Lonely?"

He scoffs, shaking his head. "Yeah. You'd think it'd be fun, right? Having anyone you want, no strings attached. And at first, it was. But after a while... it's just a cycle. Same conversations, same meaningless hookups, waking up next to someone who doesn't actually care about you. Just the idea of you."

You watch him, seeing the way his jaw clenches slightly, as if he's never said this out loud before.

"Damn," you murmur. "That's deep."

Jungkook looks at you then, eyes dark but honest. "Maybe I'm just getting tired of it."

You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Man, I wish I could pull like you."

Jungkook raises a brow, smirking. "Oh yeah?"

You nod, swirling your drink in your hand. "Yeah. Every time a guy tries to hit on me, I just—" You dramatically wave your hand. "Decline."

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. "That's because you like rejecting people. You enjoy making guys work for it."

You smirk. "Maybe. Or maybe I just have standards."

He hums, tilting his head. "So, what? No one ever catches your eye?"

You shrug, taking a sip. "Not really. Most guys are boring."

Jungkook leans in slightly, his voice lower. "And what about me?"

Your lips twitch, but you don't give him the satisfaction of a real answer. Instead, you hum, dragging out your response just to mess with him.

"Hmmm... you're alright."

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head with a grin. "Yeah, okay. Keep lying to yourself."

Jungkook raises a brow at your response, his smirk faltering for a second. "Wait—so Mino wasn't even your type? How the hell did he catch your eye?"

You let out a small sigh, rolling your eyes at the memory. "He didn't, really. My mom set us up on a blind date. She thought I needed someone in my life, kept nagging about how I should settle down with a 'nice guy.'" You make air quotes, scoffing. "At first, it was okay... so I just went for it."

Jungkook snorts, shaking his head. "Your biggest mistake."

You nod in agreement. "Exactly."

He leans, watching you closely. "So you just... stayed with him? Even though he wasn't your type?"

You shrug. "I guess I thought it would get better. Or maybe I just didn't care enough to leave at the time."

Jungkook clicks his tongue, smirking again. "Damn. If I knew you had such low standards before, I would've shot my shot earlier."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help but laugh. "Shut up."

He grins, tilting his head. "Nah, but for real—your mom set you up with that loser? What was she thinking?"

You sigh dramatically. "That I needed a man in my life."

Jungkook smirks. "Yeah? And how's that working out for you?"

You shoot him a playful glare. "I broke up with him, didn't I?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Took you long enough."

You sigh.

Jungkook, who was lying beside you, turns his head at your groan. His brows raise slightly as he watches you sit up against the headrest. "What's with the sudden sigh?" he asks, his voice deep and laced with curiosity.

You exhale, running a hand through your hair. "I was just thinking... I feel like I missed out on a lot."

Jungkook shifts, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes flicker with interest. "Missed out on what?"

You hesitate for a second before finally admitting, "When it comes to... sex. Mino never really tried anything new with me."

Jungkook lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Figures."

You roll your eyes. "I'm serious. It was always the same thing, every single time. No excitement, no experimenting... just routine." You groan again, tilting your head back against the headrest.

Jungkook's smirk slowly grows as he watches you. "So you're saying you've never had someone really show you what it's supposed to be like?"

You glance at him, narrowing your eyes. "I didn't say that."

"But you're thinking it." He leans in slightly, his gaze darkening. "Damn. No wonder you had to fake it."

You grab a pillow and hit him with it, making him chuckle, but he doesn't drop the subject. Instead, he leans back on his elbow, watching you closely. "So what? You planning on making up for lost time?"

Your lips curl into a smirk as you look away. "Maybe. If the opportunity comes."

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head with an amused grin. "You're really gonna sit there and tease me like this?"

You shrug playfully, biting back a smile. "What? Just saying I might want to... explore a little."

Jungkook's jaw clenches slightly, and he exhales sharply before lying back down.

Jungkook smirks, propping himself up even more as he watches you. "Oh yeah? The favor is doing you good?" he repeats, his tone teasing.

You roll your eyes but can't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "I just mean... I never realized how much I was missing out on," you admit. "Mino was so—" You pause, making a face. "Boring. Safe. I thought that was normal."

Jungkook scoffs. "Safe? Damn. Poor you."

You laugh, nudging him. "Don't be annoying."

He grins. "Nah, I just love hearing you admit it. So, you're saying no regrets?"

You hesitate for half a second, but then shake your head. "No regrets."

Jungkook's smirk widens as he leans in slightly. "You saying I fuck you that good?"

Your face heats up, but you refuse to let him win so easily. "I'm saying you do your job well," you say playfully, raising a brow. "The favor is being fulfilled."

Jungkook groans, dropping his head back. "You make it sound so professional. Like I'm on a contract or some shit."

You giggle. "Technically, it's an unspoken contract."

He shakes his head, chuckling. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Then his eyes flicker to you again, more serious this time. "But for real... you know you don't gotta hold back with me, right?"

Your breath catches slightly at the shift in his tone. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if there's something you wanna try—something you've always wanted but never got—you can tell me," he says, his voice low. "I won't judge."

You chew on your lip, caught off guard by how genuine he sounds. "I... I know."

Jungkook watches you for a moment before nodding. "Good."

Jungkook further teases you on your comment about how the favor is also doing you good. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing as he leans back against the pillows. "Oh yeah?" he muses, clearly entertained. "Like what?"

You hesitate for a second, but his expectant gaze makes you roll your eyes. "You already know."

He chuckles, tilting his head. "Nah, I wanna hear you say it."

You groan, throwing your head back against the headboard. "Why do you have to make everything a game?"

"Because it's fun watching you get all shy about it," he admits, his tongue swiping over his lip. "So, tell me."

You sigh, deciding to just say it. "You're... rougher than what I've had before. I mean, not in a bad way—just, I always wanted to try certain things, but Mino never..." You trail off, shaking your head. "He wasn't like that. He was too soft, never pushed my limits."

Jungkook hums, his eyes darkening. "And you like being pushed?"

Your breath hitches slightly at the way he's looking at you. "I mean... yeah," you admit, your voice quieter now. "I didn't know how much until you."

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Damn," he mutters, licking his lips. "So all this time, you were just waiting for the right person to show you how good it could really be?"

You feel your face heat up, but you nod. "Guess so."

He exhales, shaking his head with a smirk. "No wonder you've been acting all cocky lately." He leans in slightly. "I've ruined you, haven't I?"

You scoff, shoving his shoulder. "Shut up."

But Jungkook just laughs, his eyes flickering with something deeper. "Nah, it's cute. You finally got a taste of what you've been missing, and now you can't go back."

Jungkook goes silent for a moment, processing your words. Then, he turns his head to look at you, his expression shifting into something unreadable.

"So that's why you cried?" His voice is quieter now, almost intrigued.

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed to admit it out loud. "Yeah... I mean, I've never felt that before. Not like that."

Jungkook tilts his head, smirking slightly. "Damn. You really had no idea what you were missing out on, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "Okay, don't let it get to your head."

He chuckles but then suddenly shifts closer, his tone dropping. "Nah, but for real..." His eyes search yours in the dim light. "You're telling me you've never felt that good with anyone else?"

You hesitate but ultimately shake your head. "Not even close."

Jungkook exhales, running a hand through his hair. "Shit." He laughs under his breath, more to himself than anything. "And here I was thinking you just had a thing for crying during sex."

You shove him lightly, making him chuckle again, but there's something more intense in the way he's looking at you now. Like he's replaying every moment in his head.

"So what you're saying is..." He leans in slightly, voice deep and teasing. "I've ruined you."

You scoff, but your body betrays you with a small shiver at his tone. "I didn't say that."

Jungkook hums, clearly amused. "Nah, but I know it now." He grins. "And you know it too."

You roll your eyes, lying down and pulling the blanket over yourself. "Go to sleep, Jungkook."

He watches you for a second before shaking his head with a grin. "Yeah, alright. Sweet dreams, baby."