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The soft, warm press of lips against your bare back slowly pulls you from sleep. At first, you think you're dreaming, the sensation so gentle, so intimate. But as you blink yourself awake, you become aware of the strong arms wrapped around your waist, the steady rise and fall of a chest against your back.

Jungkook.

His lips graze your skin again, this time lingering a little longer, and you shiver slightly at the feeling. His breath is warm against your shoulder as he shifts closer, his grip tightening around you.

"You're awake," he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep.

You hum in response, still half-dazed. "What are you doing?"

Jungkook presses another soft kiss between your shoulder blades. "Dunno. Just felt like it."

Your heart stutters at his words, at the tenderness in his actions. This wasn't like him. Jungkook was rough, playful, always teasing. But this? This was something else.

You swallow, trying to steady your thoughts. "Since when do you wake up all... affectionate?"

He chuckles against your skin, his lips curving into a smirk. "Since you started looking so damn cute in my bed."

You roll your eyes, but you can't fight the warmth spreading through you. "So, you're just gonna keep kissing me?"

Jungkook hums, his lips trailing lower down your spine. "Maybe."

Your breath hitches. "I thought I was supposed to be punishing you."

He smirks against your skin. "Yeah? Then why aren't you stopping me?"

A warmth spreads through your chest as you turn around to face Jungkook, his dark, sleepy eyes watching you closely. There's something different in the way he looks at you—something softer, something that makes your heart race.

Before you can think twice, you lean in, pressing your lips to his. The moment they meet, a shiver runs down your spine. His lips are warm, slow, and intoxicating, moving against yours in a way that sends a wave of heat through your entire body.

Jungkook lets out a low hum, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. He deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, his body pressing against yours as if he can't get enough.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging lightly, and he groans against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. His other hand rests on your waist, holding you as if you might slip away, but you have no intention of going anywhere.

The kiss is slow yet intense, every movement filled with an undeniable hunger. But it's not just lust—it's something deeper, something neither of you is ready to admit just yet.

When you finally pull away, your breaths are shallow, your foreheads resting against each other.

Jungkook smirks, his voice low and teasing. "Guess I'm not the only one obsessed now."

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. "Shut up and kiss me again."

And he does.

You pull away from the kiss, breathless, realizing you should probably get home and clean up after last night. "I should go," you mumble, starting to sit up, but before you can even move, Jungkook's strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into his chest.

"Stay a little longer," he murmurs against your skin, his voice still thick with sleep. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling you as he tightens his hold like he refuses to let you go.

You blink in surprise. Jungkook never does this. He's usually the one teasing, the one keeping things playful, but this? This feels... different.

You hesitate for a second before relaxing into his embrace, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his arm. "Didn't take you for the clingy type," you tease, but your voice is softer than usual.

He chuckles, low and lazy. "I'm not."

"Then what's this?" You gesture at the way he's practically wrapped around you.

Jungkook shifts slightly, his lips brushing against your shoulder. "Dunno. Just feels nice."

Something about the way he says it makes your stomach flip. You don't push him off this time. Instead, you let yourself enjoy the moment, just for a little longer.

Jungkook shifts slightly, his fingers brushing against your neck before he lets out a low chuckle.

"Look at these," he murmurs, tilting your chin up so he can get a better look at the marks he left on you. His smirk grows, eyes dark with satisfaction. "Damn... I really did a number on you, huh?"

You roll your eyes, swatting at his chest. "You're acting like you won a prize or something."

He hums, his grip tightening around you. "Feels like I did," he admits, pressing a slow kiss right over one of the hickeys, making you shiver. "Now everyone knows exactly who's been touching you."

His possessiveness sends a thrill through you, but you refuse to give in so easily. "And yet, I still won't kiss you," you tease, grinning as you watch his smirk falter.

Jungkook groans dramatically, flopping onto his back. "You're actually evil."

You laugh, slipping out of his grasp. "And don't forget it."

You stretch in bed, still groggy from sleep, when Jungkook's voice, low and teasing, breaks the silence.

"How about a morning quickie?"

You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head as you sit up. "You're actually serious?" you ask, still grinning.

Jungkook props himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes scanning you lazily. "Dead serious," he replies, lifting an eyebrow. "What? Scared you can't handle it?"

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Please, I just woke up. I need food, water, a shower—"

"A good fuck?" he finishes for you, smirking.

You grab a pillow and smack him with it, making him laugh. "You're unbelievable," you mutter, standing up to stretch.

Jungkook watches you, licking his lips. "Fine. Go do your little morning routine," he says, waving a hand dismissively. Then his gaze darkens slightly as he adds, "But don't take too long... I'm not that patient."

You playfully roll your eyes, pushing his chest. "You're such a sex maniac, Jungkook. Are you always this horny?"

Without missing a beat, he smirks, eyes dark with amusement. "Yes."

You blink at his bluntness, about to tease him again, but then he leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. "But only because of you," he murmurs, his voice dripping with something dangerous.

Your breath catches as he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, the intensity making your stomach flip.

"But I can hide it... most of the time," he adds, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your waist. "Doesn't mean it goes away."

You spent the entire morning at Jungkook's place, lounging on his couch while he trained outside. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over his toned, shirtless body as he moved with precision, each punch landing sharply against the boxing mitts. His muscles flexed with every strike, sweat glistening on his skin, making it impossible not to stare.

Jungkook was completely in the zone, his jaw tight, eyes sharp with focus. But every now and then, he'd glance at you through his damp strands of hair, catching you watching. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, but he didn't say anything—he didn't have to.

Leaning back against the doorframe, you sipped on your drink, pretending to be unbothered. "You train like this every day?" you asked casually, though your mind was anything but.

Jungkook exhaled, shaking out his wrists before flashing you a cocky grin. "Gotta stay in shape," he said, voice deep and teasing. "You like watching me, don't you?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, but the heat creeping up your face gave you away.

Feeling a sudden burst of excitement, you push off the doorframe and walk toward him. "Let me try," you say, eyeing the boxing gloves Jungkook has just taken off.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. "You wanna box?"

You nod, reaching for the gloves, but he pulls them back, smirking. "You sure? I don't go easy on beginners."

Scoffing, you place your hands on your hips. "I think I can handle it."

Jungkook chuckles under his breath before handing you the gloves. He helps you slip them on, his fingers grazing your wrists as he secures the straps. His touch lingers a little longer than necessary, and when you glance up, he's watching you closely, an unreadable expression in his dark eyes.

"Alright, let's see what you got," he says, stepping back and raising the mitts. He taps them together. "Hit me."

You throw a punch, and though it lands, it's weak. Jungkook snorts. "That was cute."

Rolling your eyes, you try again, this time putting more force behind it. The sound of the impact is louder, and he nods approvingly. "Better. But you need to use your whole body. Not just your arms."

He moves behind you suddenly, pressing his chest against your back as his hands grip your waist. "Turn from here," he instructs, his voice low in your ear. "Power comes from your core, not just your fists."

You swallow hard, his proximity making it difficult to focus. "Like this?" you ask, twisting slightly.

"Mm." His hands tighten on your waist, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. "Good girl."

As you prepare to throw another punch, Jungkook suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest. His grip is firm yet teasing, his breath warm against your skin.

"You're getting better," he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I think you need a different kind of training."

Before you can respond, he leans down, his lips grazing the side of your neck. A soft kiss turns into another, then another, each one lingering longer than the last. His hands slowly slide down your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Jungkook," you say, attempting to sound unimpressed, but your voice betrays you, coming out softer than you intended.

"Hmm?" He hums against your skin, smirking as he continues his slow assault on your neck. "I thought you wanted to train?"

His lips find a sensitive spot, and you unintentionally let out a small gasp. He chuckles, clearly pleased with himself. "I think I like this kind of workout better," he whispers, his hands pulling you even closer.

Your resolve wavers for a moment, the warmth of his touch making it difficult to focus. But then, with a smirk, you push your hips back slightly, just enough to catch him off guard. The second he loosens his grip, you quickly twist out of his hold, spinning around to face him.

Jungkook freezes for a split second, caught off guard by the quick peck you landed on his lips. Before he can react, you're already slipping through his arms, laughing as you dart away.

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowing as he watches you with a mixture of amusement and frustration. "Oh, you think you're slick, huh?"

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, a playful smirk on your lips. "I know I am."

Jungkook exhales a deep breath, shaking his head as he watches you retreat. "You're really asking for it," he mutters, his voice low and dangerous, but you can hear the grin in it.

Before you can get too far, he suddenly lunges forward, fast as ever, grabbing you by the waist and effortlessly pulling you back against his chest. You let out a surprised yelp, laughing as he effortlessly lifts you off the ground.

"Jungkook!" you protest, kicking your legs playfully, but he just holds you tighter.

"You wanna tease me and run away?" he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "You're only making it worse for yourself."

You squirm in his hold, still giggling. "Oh? And what exactly are you gonna do about it?"

His grip tightens slightly, his tone dropping. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

After playfully escaping his grasp, you set the boxing gloves down, deciding you've had enough teasing for now. You walk back inside, leaving Jungkook to finish his workout.

The morning air is crisp, and through the open window, you hear the rhythmic sound of his punches landing against the pads. Every now and then, a deep exhale or a low grunt escapes him, a testament to his focus and strength.

Shaking your head with a small smile, you move to the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge. You know he takes his training seriously, so you decide to make him a light, healthy breakfast—something that won't make him feel too full but will still give him energy. You slice up some fruit, toast some whole-grain bread, and prepare a protein smoothie, occasionally glancing outside at him.

When he finally walks in, his skin glistening with sweat, shirt thrown over his shoulder, he leans against the counter, watching you. His hair is damp, his breathing slightly heavy, and yet his gaze is locked on you with quiet intensity.

"You cooking for me now?" he teases, smirking as he wipes his face with a towel.

You roll your eyes, placing the plate in front of him. "Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't want you passing out on me later."

Jungkook chuckles, stepping closer. "Oh? Later? Got plans for me already?"

You narrow your eyes at him, but he only grins wider, grabbing a piece of fruit and popping it into his mouth as he watches you like he's already won.

You sigh, stretching your arms before looking at Jungkook. "Alright, I need to go home now. I have to get ready for the club tonight."

Jungkook, still chewing on a piece of fruit, raises an eyebrow. "Already leaving me?" he teases, his voice deep with amusement.

You roll your eyes. "I literally live next door. You'll survive."

He smirks, stepping closer until he's towering over you. "I don't know... feels kinda empty when you're not around." His voice is playful, but there's something in his gaze that makes your breath hitch for just a second.

Shaking off the effect he has on you, you place your hands on his chest and gently push him back. "Well, too bad. You'll see me tonight anyway."

Jungkook grabs your wrist before you can step away, his grip firm yet warm. "What are you wearing?"

You smirk, knowing exactly where his mind is going. "Why? So you can match with me?"

He scoffs, tilting his head. "Nah, so I know how many guys I'm gonna have to fight off you tonight."

You laugh, pulling your wrist free. "Sounds like a you problem."

Jungkook watches you as you head for the door, arms crossed over his chest. "Just don't make me jealous again," he calls out.

You glance back with a teasing smile. "No promises."

With that, you walk out, already excited for what the night at the club will bring.

When you get home, you toss your bag onto the couch and stretch, finally able to relax for a moment. As you make your way to your bedroom, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror and realize—you're still wearing Jungkook's shirt from last night.

You pause, running your fingers over the fabric, remembering how he had smirked while handing it to you, clearly choosing the shortest one he could find on purpose. Rolling your eyes at the thought, you pull it off and toss it into the laundry basket before heading to the bathroom.

The warm water soothes your skin as you step into the shower, washing away the remnants of last night's party and this morning's lingering heat. As the water cascades down your body, you can't help but think about Jungkook—his teasing smirks, the way he had held you close, his hands firm yet possessive.

After your shower, you dry off and slip into something comfortable—an oversized hoodie and shorts. With your damp hair wrapped in a towel, you grab your laptop and settle onto the couch, turning on the TV for some background noise.

As a random show plays, you open your laptop and start catching up on some work, replying to emails and organizing your schedule. Your mind drifts occasionally, thinking about the upcoming club night and the cabin trip. It had been a while since you let loose like this, and a part of you was excited.

Your phone buzzes beside you, and when you glance at the screen, you see a message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Don't wear anything too revealing tonight. I might have to start a fight.

You smirk, shaking your head. He was always like this—possessive, even when there was nothing official between you. But instead of replying, you leave him on read, knowing it would probably drive him crazy.

Leaning back against the couch, you focus on your work again, determined to finish everything before heading out later.

After a while, you stretch your arms, feeling the strain from staring at your laptop screen for too long. As you stand up to grab a drink, a faint noise from outside catches your attention.

Curious, you walk over to your window and push the curtain aside, your eyes widening slightly at the sight before you.

Jungkook is outside, shirtless, working on his motorbike. His toned back and arms flex with every movement as he tightens something near the engine, his brows furrowed in concentration. The faint sound of metal clinking and the occasional low grumble from him fill the quiet evening air.

You bite your lip, watching as he runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, probably from the heat, before wiping some grease off his fingers with a rag. He looks effortlessly good—too good.

Before you can stop yourself, you grab your phone and snap a quick picture, smirking at the thought of teasing him later.

Just as you're about to turn away, Jungkook suddenly looks up, catching you in the act. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips as he leans against his bike, arms crossed over his chest.

"You like what you see?" he calls out, loud enough for you to hear through the window.

Rolling your eyes, you pretend to yawn. "I was actually wondering what that annoying noise was. Turns out it's just you."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Sure you were."

You make your way upstairs, rubbing your eyes as the exhaustion starts to settle in. The excitement from last night and the morning spent with Jungkook had drained you more than you realized.

Slipping under the covers, you let out a deep sigh, grabbing your phone to set an alarm for 5 PM—giving yourself just enough time to rest before getting ready for the club. The distant sounds of the neighborhood, including the occasional rev of Jungkook's motorbike, slowly fade as your body relaxes into the mattress.

Before you know it, your eyelids grow heavy, and sleep takes over.

Although it wasn't a long nap, the alarm jolts you awake, leaving you feeling slightly drowsy. You stretch your arms, rubbing your face before dragging yourself out of bed.

Still half-asleep, you make your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower. The warm water cascades over your skin, washing away the fatigue and refreshing you for the night ahead. As you stand under the water, you start to feel more awake, the excitement of going out with your friends slowly settling in.

After your shower, you wrap yourself in a towel, heading to your room to start getting ready. You check your phone, seeing a few messages—one from Mina, "What are you wearing?"

The outfit consists of a black lace corset-style top with thin straps, featuring a deep neckline and intricate lace detailing. It is paired with a black pleated leather mini skirt that adds a bold, edgy touch. For accessories, the outfit includes knee-high or ankle black heeled boots, a structured black Louis Vuitton handbag with silver hardware, and sparkling silver drop earrings that enhance the overall glamorous look.

After getting dressed, you stand in front of your full-length mirror, adjusting your outfit and admiring the way it accentuates your figure. Smirking, you snap a picture and send it to Mina, who instantly responds with heart emojis and a compliment:

"Damn, you're going to have everyone staring tonight!"

You smile at Mina's compliment before turning back to the mirror, running your hands through your freshly straightened hair. It was a different look for you, but you loved the sleek, effortless vibe it gave.

Deciding to keep your makeup light, you opt for a simple, glowy base, a touch of mascara, and a glossy lip—too lazy to go bold tonight. The outfit was already doing enough, and you knew confidence was your best accessory.

Grabbing your purse, you check the time and send Mina a quick text:

"Almost ready. You?"

You furrow your brows at her text, typing back quickly. "7 PM? Isn't that a little early?"

Mina's response comes almost immediately. "Yoongi's meeting some friends, and I wanted to tag along. Plus, pre-drinks, duh."

You shake your head with a small laugh. "Of course. Just don't be wasted before I even get there."

She replies with a string of laughing emojis. "No promises. Hurry up!"

Feeling bored after messaging Mina, you suddenly get the urge to check up on Jungkook. You walk over to your bedroom window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him outside or through his own window.

Unfortunately, his blinds are shut, blocking any view of what he might be doing. You huff in mild frustration, leaning against the window frame.

Just as you were about to step out, the sound of a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Oh, sweetheart!"

You turned to see Mrs. Kim, your elderly neighbor from the other side, smiling warmly at you. She was a sweet old woman whom you helped from time to time—whether it was carrying her groceries, fixing things around her house, or simply keeping her company.

"My, my, don't you look stunning tonight," she said, eyes twinkling as she admired your outfit. "Going somewhere special?"

You smiled, feeling a bit flattered. "Just heading out with some friends, Mrs. Kim."

She nodded approvingly. "Ah, to be young again! You should have fun, dear, but be careful. There are a lot of troublesome boys out there."

You laughed lightly. If only she knew the most troublesome one was your next-door neighbor.

"I will, don't worry," you assured her.

She then reached into her small handbag and pulled out a neatly wrapped snack. "Here, take this. A little something I made earlier. I know you always help me out, so I wanted to give you something in return."

You felt a wave of warmth in your chest as you accepted it. "Mrs. Kim, you don't have to—"

"Nonsense! You're like a granddaughter to me," she interrupted, patting your hand gently.

Before you could say anything else, a voice called from behind.

"You heading out or starting a family reunion on the porch?"

You turned to see Jungkook leaning against his doorframe, dressed in all black, a teasing smirk on his lips. His sharp eyes flickered between you and Mrs. Kim with amusement.

Mrs. Kim, however, was unfazed. "Oh, Jungkook, dear! You should be more patient. That's no way to speak to a lady."

Jungkook let out a small chuckle and nodded, surprisingly obedient. "You're right, Mrs. Kim. My apologies."

Just as you were about to step away, Mrs. Kim turned her attention to Jungkook with a knowing smile.

"Jungkook, dear," she started sweetly, "don't forget about my niece. You promised to meet her for a date."

Your brows lifted slightly as you glanced at him, suddenly curious.

Jungkook chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, right... that." His voice was light, playful, but you could tell he had no real intention of following through. "Soon, Mrs. Kim. Real soon."

Mrs. Kim huffed, clearly not convinced. "You always say 'soon,' but I never see you actually do it." She shook her head with a small sigh. "A handsome young man like you should settle down instead of running around with all these girls."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smirk as you watched Jungkook struggle under the old woman's persistent gaze.

"Yeah, yeah," he said dismissively, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'll get to it."

Mrs. Kim turned to you suddenly, her sharp eyes twinkling. "Maybe you should teach him a thing or two about commitment, dear."

You let out a laugh, waving your hands. "Oh, I don't think I'm the best person for that."

Jungkook smirked, shooting you a side glance. "Yeah, she's worse than me."

You scoffed, nudging his arm playfully. "Excuse me?"

Mrs. Kim, still smiling, clapped her hands together. "Oh! And you know what, dear? I may have someone for you too."

You raised an eyebrow. "Me?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yes! My other nephew, Taehyung. Such a handsome young man, very charming and well-mannered. I think you two would get along wonderfully."

Before you could respond, you noticed Jungkook's immediate reaction—an exaggerated eye roll followed by a quiet scoff.

"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

Mrs. Kim, oblivious, continued. "He's recently moved back, and I told him I'd introduce him to some nice people. He's quite the catch, you know!"

Jungkook let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, I know."

You turned to him, curious. "Wait, you know him?"

Jungkook looked at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. That's my closest friend." His tone was flat, but the slight twitch in his jaw told you he wasn't thrilled about this conversation.

Mrs. Kim gasped. "Oh, that's even better! You two already have a connection."

Jungkook shot you a look, daring you to say something. You smirked, feeling a bit mischievous. "Well... I do like meeting new people."

Jungkook scoffed, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "Right. You'd love Taehyung." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Mrs. Kim beamed. "Perfect! I'll set something up soon."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure. Just fantastic."

Jungkook groaned, rubbing the back of his neck before leaning down to give Mrs. Kim a quick hug. "Alright, Mrs. Kim. Take care," he muttered.

She patted his back fondly. "You too, dear. And don't forget about my niece!" she added with a wink.

Jungkook forced a tight-lipped smile before turning to you. "Let's go."

You both walked back to your houses, Jungkook shaking his head the entire time. He was clearly annoyed, and it only made you more amused.

"You seem tense," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

He shot you a look. "I don't need Mrs. Kim playing matchmaker for me. And I definitely don't need you talking to Taehyung."

You smirked. "Why? Afraid I'll like him?"

Jungkook scoffed. "Nah, I'm afraid he'll like you."

You laughed, pushing open your front door. "Sounds like a you problem."

He groaned again, stepping inside with you to drop off the neatly wrapped gift Mrs. Kim had given you—probably homemade snacks or something thoughtful. You placed it on the counter before turning to him.

"Well, that was fun," you said playfully.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "You're enjoying this too much."

"Maybe." You grinned. "Now, are you coming back with me to the club, or are you staying here sulking over Taehyung?"

Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, then straightened up. "I'm coming. But if Taehyung even looks at you—"

"You'll what? Fight your best friend?" You arched an eyebrow, challenging him.

Jungkook smirked darkly. "I've fought for less."

You settle into the passenger seat of Jungkook's car, the soft hum of the engine filling the space as he pulls onto the main road. Leaning your head against the window, you admire the city's nightlife—bright lights reflecting off the buildings, crowds of people laughing and walking along the sidewalks, some already tipsy, others waiting in long lines to get into clubs.

The night sky is clear, with only a few stars visible between the towering skyscrapers. The cool blue and purple hues blend into the horizon, giving the city an almost dreamlike glow.

As Jungkook pulls up near the club, you take in the vibrant energy of Seoul's nightlife. The streets are alive with neon lights flashing in bold colors—pinks, blues, and purples reflecting off the windows of nearby buildings. Music from various bars and street performers fills the air, mixing into a chaotic yet exciting rhythm. Groups of people, dressed in their best outfits, laugh and chat as they move between clubs, their faces glowing under the city lights.

The scent of street food lingers, tempting you for a brief moment, but the anticipation of the night ahead keeps you focused. Outside the entrance of the club, a long line of eager partygoers waits to get in, the bouncers barely keeping the crowd in order. The bass from inside is so strong you can feel it vibrating through the pavement beneath your heels.

Jungkook parks the car, and before you can step out, he leans back in his seat, glancing at you. "Ready to have some fun?"

You smirk, opening the door. "Always."

As you and Jungkook step into the club, the dim lighting and flashing neon signs immediately set the mood. The air is thick with music, bass vibrating through your body as you maneuver through the slightly packed crowd. The scent of alcohol and expensive cologne lingers as people brush past you, already deep in the night's excitement.

Jungkook walks ahead slightly, his presence naturally demanding attention as a few girls glance his way. You roll your eyes but keep moving, following him up the stairs toward the private booths where Yoongi is waiting.

Yoongi stands casually by the railing, sipping his drink with an amused look as he spots you both. "Took you long enough," he says, smirking as he glances between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook just shrugs, sliding into the booth while you greet Yoongi with a quick hug. "It's already getting crazy down there," Yoongi comments, nodding toward the dance floor where bodies move to the heavy beat. "Mina's already drunk, by the way."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Of course she is."

Jungkook leans back against the couch, eyes scanning the club lazily. "Let's get some drinks first," he suggests, nodding toward the private bar.

Jungkook, unbothered, decides he'll get the drinks for you. You tell him what you want, and just as he's about to leave, Yoongi casually chimes in with his own order.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. "Did I ask?"

Yoongi grins. "No, but since you're paying, it's on the house."

Jungkook scoffs but doesn't argue, shaking his head as he heads toward the bar. You laugh, watching him weave through the crowd, his broad shoulders making it easy for him to move past people.

Yoongi nudges you. "He's whipped for you, you know?"

You sip your water before drinking. "Please, he's just making up for all the times he's annoyed me."

Yoongi smirks. "Right. Keep telling yourself that."

While Jungkook is gone, a small group enters the private booth, catching your attention. You quickly realize these must be the people Yoongi wanted you to meet.

A stunning girl with long, dark hair and sharp features smiles warmly as she approaches. "You must be the Y/N. Yoongi talks about you a lot."

You raise an eyebrow at Yoongi, who simply shrugs, sipping his drink. "I only say the truth," he mumbles.

Beside Selina stands a tall guy with a bright smile, his energy immediately shifting the atmosphere. "I'm Jung Ho-seok, but just call me Hobi," he introduces himself cheerfully, offering you a handshake. "Nice to finally meet you."

You shake his hand, matching his warm smile. "Likewise. So, you guys are friends of Yoongi?"

Selina nods, sitting down across from you. "Yeah, and we've been meaning to meet you. Yoongi said you're fun."

You smirk. "Oh? Did he?" You shoot Yoongi a playful look, and he just smirks back, unbothered.

Before you can say more, Jungkook returns, setting your drink in front of you before noticing the new arrivals. He pauses for a moment, scanning them with mild curiosity before his eyes land on Hobi.

"Hoseok?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head slightly.

Hobi grins. "Jungkook! Man, I haven't seen you in a while!"

Selina watches the interaction with interest. "Wait, you two know each other?"

Jungkook nods, shaking hands with Hobi. "Yeah, from the gym. Didn't know you hung around with Yoongi."

Hobi laughs. "Small world, huh?"

Jungkook hums in response before taking his seat next to you, his presence immediately noticeable. His arm casually rests along the booth's backrest, near your shoulders, as if instinctively marking his territory.

Yoongi smirks at the interaction but says nothing, just sipping his drink while watching the night unfold.

You spoke with Selina and Hobi for a while, getting to know them better. Selina was sharp-witted and easy to talk to, while Hobi had an energy that made the conversation light and fun. You found yourself genuinely enjoying their company.

Just as you were laughing at one of Hobi's jokes, another girl walked into the booth, drawing immediate attention.

"Sorry I'm late," she said smoothly, her voice sultry as she brushed her long, dark waves over her shoulder. She was stunning—tall, with an effortlessly sexy aura. Her body-hugging dress accentuated every curve, and her makeup was perfectly done, enhancing her already striking features.

Yoongi glanced up at her and smirked. "Took you long enough."

Suri rolled her eyes playfully before her gaze shifted to you. "You must be Y/N," she said, a sly smile forming on her lips.

You nodded, offering a polite smile. "That's me."

She sat down next to you, crossing her legs slowly, her eyes scanning you in a way that made it clear she was sizing you up. "I've heard about you," she murmured.

"Hopefully good things," you replied smoothly, holding her gaze.

Suri smirked, leaning in slightly. "We'll see."

The tension was subtle but present. Selina chuckled, clearly entertained, while Hobi watched with amused curiosity.

Jungkook, however, remained quiet beside you, his arm still draped casually along the booth's backrest. You felt the slight shift in his posture as he took a sip of his drink, his gaze flickering between you and Suri.

Suri turns her attention to Jungkook, her flirty demeanor on full display. "Jungkook, right?" she says smoothly, her voice dripping with confidence.

Jungkook glances at her, giving a small smirk as he takes a sip of his drink. "That's me."

She leans in slightly, twirling a strand of her hair. "I've seen you fight before. You're even hotter in person."

Jungkook chuckles, clearly used to the attention. "Appreciate that," he replies, his tone light but entertained.

You roll your eyes subtly, sipping your own drink as you watch the exchange.

Suri tilts her head, letting out a soft laugh. "Cocky, huh?"

Jungkook only shrugs. "Just honest."

She smirks at his response before smoothly transitioning into the conversation Hobi and Jungkook are having, seamlessly inserting herself into their discussion about boxing matches and upcoming events.

Selina nudges you playfully. "You good?" she whispers, noticing how you haven't said much.

You force a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

But in reality, you weren't sure why watching Jungkook flirt back left a weird feeling in your chest. You reminded yourself—it's just Jungkook being Jungkook.

Still, something about the way Suri's hand lingered on his arm as she laughed made you feel uneasy but you ignored it.

Yoongi leans back against the booth, swirling his drink lazily. "Alright, so about the cabin trip," he starts, glancing around at everyone. "These are the people going—me, Mina, Hobi, Selina, Suri, Jungkook, and you." He nods toward you.

You raise an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"Yeah," Yoongi confirms. "Small group, just vibes. Mina's still down on the dance floor, but she's in. We're booking two big cabins next to each other."

Suri grins, nudging Jungkook playfully. "Guess that means we'll be spending a lot of time together."

Jungkook smirks but doesn't say much, just sipping his drink.

You try to ignore the way Suri keeps gravitating toward him, instead focusing on the actual trip details. "When are we leaving?"

"This Friday," Hobi chimes in. "We'll stay the whole weekend, maybe longer if we feel like it."

Selina smiles. "It'll be nice to get away from the city for a bit."

You nod, pretending like the whole thing wasn't suddenly feeling a little complicated with Suri clearly setting her sights on Jungkook.

Feeling the tension rise, you decide you need a break. "I'm gonna go dance," you announce, standing up abruptly.

Yoongi gives you a knowing look but doesn't say anything, just nods. Jungkook glances at you briefly, but he stays put, still talking with Hobi and Suri. You don't wait for a reaction—you just head down to the dance floor, slipping into the crowd, letting the bass of the music drown out your thoughts.

The club is packed, the flashing lights casting a glow over everyone as bodies move together in sync with the beat. You close your eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before starting to dance, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm.

If Jungkook wanted to entertain Suri, fine. You weren't about to sit there and watch it unfold.

As you weave through the crowd, you finally spot Mina, who immediately lights up when she sees you.

"Oh my God, you look so good!" she shouts over the music, grabbing your hands excitedly. "That outfit is everything!"

You grin, twirling playfully before joining her in the middle of the dance floor. The DJ switches to a Rihanna track, the sultry beat pulsing through the club. Mina throws her hands up, moving effortlessly to the rhythm, and you follow suit, letting yourself loosen up.

For a moment, you forget about Jungkook, about Suri, about everything else—just lost in the music, feeling free.

The beat shifts, slow and seductive, vibrating through the floor as the club's atmosphere thickens with tension. You glance at Mina, already pressed against a guy, her body moving in sync with his as they lose themselves in the rhythm.

You smirk, shaking your head. Typical Mina.

Left alone, you sway to the music, feeling the heat of the crowd around you. Bodies move together, hands explore, and the air is filled with an intoxicating energy.

A shiver runs down your spine as Jungkook's familiar scent fills your senses, his firm grip pulling you flush against him. His lips ghost over your neck, warm breath teasing your skin as he moves with you to the music.

"You left me up there for this?" he murmurs, voice low and teasing in your ear. His hands rest on your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to make you aware of every point of contact between your bodies.

You smirk, rolling your hips against him as the beat intensifies. "Jealous?"

Jungkook chuckles, his grip tightening slightly. "You know I don't like sharing."

You press yourself even closer against Jungkook, feeling the heat radiate between your bodies. His hands explore boldly—one gripping your waist firmly, the other sliding up to rest over your chest, fingers teasing through the fabric of your top.

His breath is hot against your ear as he leans in. "You really like testing me, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement and something darker.

The music pulses around you, drowning out everything but the feeling of his touch. You tilt your head slightly, giving him more access as his lips brush over your neck again. "Maybe," you whisper, smirking.

The music pulsed through the club, the heavy bass reverberating in your chest as you moved against Jungkook. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your skin as he matched your rhythm. The heat between you both was undeniable, his breath warm against your neck as he hovered close, lips barely grazing your skin.

Your hips rolled effortlessly, teasing, testing, pushing the limits of his control. His chest pressed against your back, his muscles tensing each time your movements grew more deliberate. One hand ghosted over your waist, while the other rested just below your chest, fingertips grazing the fabric of your dress.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his restraint slipping with every second. His head dipped lower, the tip of his nose tracing along your shoulder before he exhaled sharply. The tension thickened, the energy between you crackling like a live wire as the world around you blurred, leaving only the music, the movement, and the unspoken challenge lingering between you both.

You turn around, meeting Jungkook's gaze, and in that moment, you take in his new look. His dark hair, once styled differently, now falls effortlessly with a wet, tousled effect, framing his sharp features. The soft glow of the club lights highlights his smooth skin, the silver lip ring catching the faintest gleam as he shifts slightly.

Your eyes trail down his arm, now fully on display, revealing the intricate tapestry of tattoos stretching from his shoulder to his hand. The inked designs, a mix of bold symbols and delicate lettering, add to his effortless allure.

He wears a sleek black leather jacket, slightly unzipped to reveal a simple yet stylish white T-shirt with a small design near the collar. The combination gives him an edgy yet approachable look.

Paired with his jacket which he had took off leaving it in the booth and tee, he wears well-fitted, slightly distressed denim jeans that add a casual touch to his ensemble. His accessories are subtle but impactful—silver earrings that glint under the lights and a necklace peeking from beneath his shirt.

Despite the simplicity of his outfit, the way he carries himself makes it stand out. The warm lighting catches on the sheen of his leather jacket, enhancing his presence.

The air between you feels charged, unspoken words lingering as he watches your expression shift. His lips quirk slightly, amused by your lingering stare, yet he says nothing—letting the moment stretch between you both.

Your eyes linger on his lips, finally noticing the small silver ring adorning the corner of his lower lip. You hadn't really paid attention to it before, but now, under the dim club lights, it stands out—subtle yet bold, effortlessly fitting his image.

"You know," you say, tilting your head slightly as you meet his gaze, "that lip piercing actually looks really good on you."

Jungkook smirks, running his tongue over the metal as if suddenly aware of your attention. "Yeah?" he muses, his voice smooth, teasing. "Didn't think you'd notice."

You roll your eyes playfully. "I notice things... sometimes."

His smirk deepens as he leans in just a little closer, voice lower now. "Good to know."

Jungkook chuckles, his smirk never fading. "You wanna know the best part about this piercing?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

You raise a brow, already sensing his mischief. "What?"

He leans in just enough to make your breath hitch. "I hear it makes kissing feel even better," he murmurs, his lips barely inches from yours.

Your stomach flutters, but you scoff, trying to play it cool. "Oh? Is that why you got it?"

Jungkook laughs, pulling back slightly. "Nah," he shrugs. "Got it done when you left me all alone in that boring house."

You narrow your eyes, thinking back. "Wait... when exactly?"

He smirks, taking a sip of his drink before answering. "Pretty sure it was when you were knocked out taking your little nap."

You shake your head with a chuckle. "Figures."

Jungkook taps his lip ring with his tongue. "If you're curious about how it feels... you know where to find me."

You roll your eyes, but the way your gaze lingers on his lips doesn't go unnoticed.

Jungkook watches you carefully, his dark eyes flickering with amusement. "So... you like it?" he asks, tapping the silver ring with his tongue.

You nod, tilting your head slightly. "Yeah, it suits you." Your gaze lingers on the way it gleams under the club lights before a thought crosses your mind. "But... won't it affect you when you fight?"

Jungkook pauses for a moment, considering your question. Then, he shrugs nonchalantly. "Not really," he says. "I'll just take it out before a fight." He smirks, confidence oozing from him. "Besides, my fights don't last long anyway."

You scoff, crossing your arms. "Cocky much?"

Jungkook grins, leaning in slightly. "Just honest."

You laugh, shaking your head at Jungkook's confidence, but before you can say anything else, the music shifts. The heavy bass fades into a more upbeat, energetic rhythm, the kind that makes people jump and sing along.

Mina appears beside you, breathless and grinning. "Okay, that was fun, but let's go back," she says, nodding toward the private booth.

Jungkook places a casual hand on your lower back as you all make your way up the stairs, weaving through the crowd. When you arrive, everyone is still there—Yoongi nursing a drink, Hobi animatedly talking with Selina, and Suri twirling a strand of her hair as she watches Jungkook return.You slide into your seat, glancing around, while Jungkook settles in beside you, his arm resting behind you on the couch.

Settling into the plush seats of the private booth, the conversation naturally shifts to what everyone does for a living. Yoongi, leaning back with his drink in hand, casually mentions his work as a producer, while Hobi excitedly talks about his dance studio and performances.

Selina, with a confident smile, shares that she works in fashion marketing, her eyes lighting up as she describes the latest campaign she's working on. Suri, twirling the straw in her drink, smirks and says she dabbles in modeling, though she prefers to keep things "interesting" rather than sticking to one career.

Jungkook listens quietly at first, swirling the liquid in his glass before mentioning his underground fighting, which earns a few raised eyebrows from Selina and Suri, but Yoongi and Hobi just nod knowingly.

Mina nudges you playfully. "And what about you?" she asks, making everyone turn their attention to you.

Mina asking might just be her playful way of getting you involved in the conversation, especially since everyone else is sharing. Even as your best friend, she knows you don't always jump into the spotlight, so she might be teasing you a little or just making sure you're included.

You glance at Mina, giving her a quick side-eye before turning back to the group. "I work with Yoongi," you say casually, taking a sip of your drink.

Yoongi smirks, leaning back against the booth. "She keeps things in check," he adds, clearly amused.

Selina raises a brow. "Like his assistant?"

You shake your head. "Client relations manager."

Hobi lets out a low whistle. "So you deal with all the messy stuff?"

You chuckle. "Something like that."

Jungkook, who had been quiet, tilts his head slightly. "And you enjoy that?"

You shrug. "It has its moments."

Suri hums, swirling her drink. "Sounds intense."

You meet her gaze. "It can be."

Mina nudges you with a smirk, clearly entertained by the attention you're getting.

Suri leans in slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she eyes Jungkook with curiosity. "So, have you ever lost a fight?" she asks, tilting her head.

Jungkook smirks, leaning back in his seat confidently. "Nope."

Her brows raise. "Never?"

He shakes his head. "Not once."

Hobi chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "He's got the titles to prove it."

Jungkook nods. "National champion, two-time international gold medalist, and undefeated in my professional fights." His voice is casual, but the cocky glint in his eyes is unmistakable.

Suri lets out a low whistle. "Damn, that's impressive."

You roll your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your drink. "Cocky much?"

Jungkook glances at you with a smirk. "Just stating facts, sweetheart."

You sat back, swirling your drink in your hand as you observed the way Suri subtly leaned into Jungkook, her arm casually brushing against his as she laughed at something he said. She was being obvious—too obvious—but what annoyed you more was how Jungkook was eating it up.

He smirked at her, his body language open, his posture relaxed as he let her soak up his attention. You knew he loved the chase, the ego boost, and right now, Suri was feeding it to him on a silver platter.

You weren't sure why you cared, but something about the way she touched him, the way he let her, made you grip your glass a little tighter.

Suri leaned in slightly, twirling her straw in her drink as she looked at Jungkook with curiosity. "So, how many girls have you actually dated?" she asked, emphasizing the word dated with a playful smirk.

Jungkook chuckled, tilting his head as if thinking. "Dated seriously? Just one," he admitted, his voice relaxed.

Hobi let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, but if you count flings? Man, we'd be here all night."

The group laughed, and Suri raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Only one? That's surprising," she said, glancing at him with interest.

Jungkook shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "What can I say? Relationships aren't really my thing."

You rolled your eyes, hiding your amusement behind your glass. Typical.

Suri laughed, resting her chin on her hand as she looked between Jungkook and Hobi. "How many times do you guys work out together?" she asked, her tone playful.

Jungkook leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "We used to every morning," he said casually. "But boxing's been keeping me busy, so we haven't in a while."

Hobi nodded, smirking. "Yeah, ever since he started training harder, he ditched me."

Jungkook scoffed. "You ditched yourself. You don't wake up early enough anymore."

The group chuckled, and Suri gave a teasing pout. "Shame. Would've been nice to see you both training."

You noticed the way she was practically hanging onto Jungkook's every word, her body angled toward him. You tried to ignore the slight irritation bubbling inside you, instead sipping your drink and glancing away.

You scoff, taking a slow sip of your drink as Suri's gaze shamelessly roams over Jungkook's body. She tilts her head, biting her lip slightly before speaking.

"You must train really hard... your muscles are insane," she practically purrs, her fingers reaching out to brush against his bicep.

Jungkook smirks, flexing ever so slightly under her touch. "Gotta keep in shape somehow," he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he asks, "What about you? You work out?"

Suri giggles, twirling a strand of her hair. "A little," she says, clearly enjoying the attention. "But nowhere near your level. Maybe you could train me sometime?"

You roll your eyes, exhaling sharply. Of course, he was eating this up. Jungkook leans back against the booth, a smirk playing on his lips as he pretends to think it over. He taps his fingers against his glass before finally nodding.

"Hmm... I guess I could train you," he says, his tone smooth and teasing. "But only if you can handle my kind of workouts." His eyes flicker with amusement as he takes a slow sip of his drink, watching Suri's reaction.

Suri giggles, biting her lip. "Oh, I think I can handle it," she flirts back, tilting her head at him. "You'll just have to go easy on me."

Jungkook chuckles, resting his arm along the back of the booth. "No promises," he quips, his voice dropping slightly.

Yoongi leans in slightly, his voice low so only you can hear. "Just ignore him," he murmurs, amusement lacing his tone. "You know how he is—always playing around."

You glance at him, unimpressed, before shifting your eyes back to Jungkook and Suri. She's practically hanging onto his every word, her fingers lightly grazing his arm as she laughs at something he says. Jungkook, ever the charmer, smirks down at her, clearly enjoying the attention.

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink, muttering, "Yeah, I know."

Yoongi chuckles, nudging you slightly. "You sure? Because you've been side-eyeing them for the past five minutes."

You huff, leaning back against the seat. "I'm just observing."

Yoongi gives you a knowing look, but he doesn't press further, simply shaking his head with a smirk before taking a sip of his drink.

Jungkook leans back with a smirk, casually bringing up, "Yeah, I tried to help her box this morning in my garden. Turned out pretty well."

You scoff at his selective storytelling, knowing full well he was skipping the part where you had been teasing him the entire time. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, glancing between you two with interest.

Suri perks up, tilting her head. "Oh? I didn't know you box," she says, looking at you curiously.

Jungkook chuckles, finally turning to you. "She's got potential. But let's just say she's a little... distracted when she trains." His smirk deepens as he takes a sip of his drink, eyes flickering with mischief.

You narrow your eyes at him but keep your cool. "Maybe if my trainer wasn't such a show-off, I'd focus better."

Yoongi snorts, shaking his head. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Jungkook just grins, clearly enjoying getting under your skin.

You sigh, deciding you've had enough of the scene in front of you.

"Anyways," you say, shifting the conversation, "I think I'm gonna head home. I want to start packing for Friday." You glance at Jungkook before adding, "Do you want to come?"

Jungkook, who had been leaning back in his seat, immediately straightens up. He doesn't hesitate, grabbing his jacket and standing up. "Yeah, let's go."

Suri blinks, clearly not expecting him to leave so quickly. "Oh, you guys live together?" she asks, tilting her head.

You smirk slightly, shaking your head. "No, just neighbors."

Jungkook simply chuckles, throwing an arm lazily over your shoulders as he guides you out. "Yeah," he says, but there's an underlying smugness in his tone. "Just neighbors."

You roll your eyes as Yoongi sips his drink slowly, smirking at you in amusement. He doesn't say anything, but the teasing glint in his eyes is enough to annoy you.

Shaking it off, you wave at everyone. "It was nice meeting you guys," you say, offering a polite smile as you go around giving slight hugs.

Jungkook follows suit, casually hugging everyone—until he reaches Suri. She makes sure to hold on a little longer, her fingers lingering against his back. You don't miss the way she slightly presses herself against him, and you definitely don't miss the small smirk playing on her lips.

Jungkook, to his credit, doesn't react much—just gives her a polite smile before pulling away. But you still feel that twinge of irritation as you watch her bat her lashes up at him.

Yoongi, of course, notices. "Aw," he drawls, sipping his drink again, "someone looks a little jealous."

You shoot him a glare before turning on your heel. "Let's go, Jungkook."

Jungkook chuckles, throwing his arm over your shoulder once again as you both make your way out of the club.

As soon as you both step outside, the chilly night air hits you, making you shiver slightly. Without a word, Jungkook slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his hands lingering for a moment to make sure you're warm enough.

"You should've brought something," he murmurs, nudging you gently before walking ahead toward his car.

You pull the jacket tighter around yourself, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne still lingering on the fabric. It's comforting—warm in a way that isn't just about the temperature.

Trailing behind him, you watch as he unlocks the car and slides into the driver's seat, waiting for you to get in. The streets are still alive with energy, the neon lights reflecting off the pavement, but all you can focus on is the way Jungkook casually runs a hand through his hair, glancing over at you once you're seated.

"Ready to go?" he asks, voice low and easy.

You nod, looking out the window as he starts the engine, the soft hum filling the silence between you.

As Jungkook drives, you casually bring it up, trying to sound indifferent.

"You sure had fun entertaining Suri back there," you say, looking straight ahead.

Jungkook smirks instantly, glancing at you. "Why? You jealous?"

You scoff. "Please. I just think it's funny how much she was all over you, and you just let it happen."

He chuckles, clearly enjoying this. "What can I say? I'm irresistible."

You roll your eyes and lightly smack his arm, making him laugh harder. "Shut up."

Jungkook grins, rubbing the spot where you hit him dramatically. "Damn, if looks could kill... or tiny punches."

You shake your head, fighting back a smile, while he just keeps smirking, fully knowing he got under your skin.

You shrug, arms crossed as you glance out the window. "It's because you're a boxer. Every woman loves a boxer. Nothing new."

Jungkook lets out a deep laugh, shaking his head. "Oh yeah?" He steals a quick glance at you before focusing back on the road. "So, you're part of 'every woman' now?"

You scoff. "I never said that."

He smirks, tilting his head slightly. "Sounds like you did."

Rolling your eyes, you huff. "I meant in general. Don't flatter yourself."

Jungkook bites his lip piercing, clearly amused. "Mmm. Too late."

Jungkook glances at you with a smirk. "So... you sleeping at mine again tonight?"

You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head. "Absolutely not."

He raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. "Wow. That was fast."

"You're lucky I stayed last night," you tease. "Don't get used to it."

Jungkook chuckles, turning his attention back to the road. "We'll see about that."

"Either way, I have a lot to do," you say, crossing your arms. "Like packing and... uh—" You pause, trying to think of another excuse. "Shopping! For the trip."

Jungkook side-eyes you, clearly amused. "Shopping? Didn't you just buy new clothes last week?"

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "And? A trip means new outfits. You wouldn't get it."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Jungkook pulls up in front of your house, the engine humming softly in the quiet night. You unbuckle your seatbelt and step out, wrapping his jacket tighter around you as the cool air hits.

He doesn't say anything, just watches you through the car window, his gaze lingering as you walk toward your door. You glance back briefly, catching his eyes for a second before unlocking the door and stepping inside.Only when he sees the door shut behind you does he finally drive off, pulling into his garage before the headlights fade into the night.

Lying in bed, you pull the covers up to your chin, staring blankly at the ceiling. Your fingers absentmindedly brush against your chest, where a strange, uncomfortable tightness has settled. It's not physical—it's deeper, something that twists in your gut and refuses to ease no matter how much you try to shake it off.

You let out a sigh, pressing your lips together as flashes of tonight replay in your mind. Jungkook had always been flirty—it was just who he was. He loved attention, basked in it effortlessly. You knew this. You had seen it before. But watching Suri press close to him, hearing the way she giggled at everything he said, the way she practically ate him up with her eyes—and worse, the way he let her—made something inside you burn.

You try to reason with yourself. It's none of your business. He's not yours. But that thought does little to soothe you. If anything, it makes the sinking feeling worse. Because deep down, you know this reaction isn't just about Suri. It's about the fact that, for the first time, you realize you don't like seeing him with other women. You don't like how easily he lets them into his space, how naturally he flirts back, how he makes them feel special even when you know it means nothing.

You groan, rolling onto your stomach and burying your face into your pillow. Why do I even care?

The answer lingers at the edges of your mind, but you're too stubborn to acknowledge it. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to sleep, even as the image of Jungkook's cocky smirk and the way Suri touched his arm refuses to leave your thoughts.

You sigh, trying to remind yourself of the reality of the situation. It's just a favor. A temporary arrangement that, surprisingly, has been working out well. More than well, actually.

For the past three months, Jungkook has been tending to your so-called "garden"—a playful term for what this whole situation has turned into. He's been making sure you're satisfied, that your needs are met, and in return, you've let yourself enjoy something you never had before. There were no strings, no expectations—just pleasure and convenience. That's what you both agreed to.

So why the hell does it feel different now?

You turn onto your back, exhaling sharply as you stare at the ceiling. It's working, you remind yourself. You've never felt this good before. You're experiencing things you didn't even know you wanted. So what if he flirts with other women? That's just who he is. That has nothing to do with you.

And yet, your chest still feels tight.

You groan, rubbing your hands over your face. Maybe you just need to get some sleep. Maybe in the morning, this weird feeling will be gone.