Jungkook leaned against the cool wall of his dimly lit bedroom, a playful smirk on his lips as he waited for the familiar sound of the door creaking open. He noticed her sneaking into his space over the past few days, her cheeks flushing with a mix of curiosity and defiance whenever she thought he was asleep. Today, he was ready for her.
As soon as the door unlocked and opened, he quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside with a cheeky tug. The sudden motion caught Jennie off guard, her heart raced as he effectively pinned her between the wall and his body.
"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to spy on people while they're sleeping?" Jungkook teased, his voice low as he gently lifted her chin to meet his intense gaze. The way he looked at her made her feel both excited and a little uneasy.
"Do you have a death wish or something? Didn't Mingyu warn you about me?" The reputation surrounding Jungkook was heavy in the air, reminding her of the danger he posed.
"Yeah, he did. And I can't believe he let someone like you come into his life," she shot back defiantly, managing to push him away with surprising strength. Even with her tough words, she felt a mix of fear and an undeniable attraction toward him that left her both annoyed and inexplicably drawn to this mysterious guy.
A hint of amusement crossed Jungkook's face as he stepped back, his laughter filling the small room, both infectious and disarming. "Everyone says that," he replied with a mocking tone, "but they still want me in their pants." His confident attitude was a bit irritating, yet there was something charming in his boldness that made her heart race.
Jennie wrestled with her mixed feelings—she knew about his troubled past and the scary stories surrounding him, but part of her was undeniably attracted to the risk he represented. As their eyes locked, the room was charged with a tense energy that she could not ignore.
Jennie huffed, her arms crossed tightly against her chest as she shot a glare in his direction. The fire in her eyes reflected her agitation, and the very sight of him — with that infuriatingly confident grin plastered across his face — only served to deepen her irritation. "Who on earth would want someone with a mental illness?" she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain. "You might be hot, but let's be real — normal people would never want to get involved with someone like you. Sure, they might be interested in a fleeting distraction, maybe even a one-night stand, but that's as far as it goes. I have far better things to do with my life than to waste my time caring for someone who's nothing but a burden."
Jungkook leaned back slightly, his sigh escaping him as a mix of amusement and resignation danced across his features. Despite her sharp words, full of venom and judgment, he found her reaction entertaining. He had encountered this kind of hostility before, and it was like water off a duck's back for him. Her fierce demeanor didn't rattle him; instead, he took it in stride, knowing all too well how people often reacted when faced with something they didn't understand.
"Did you have the impression that I needed you in my life? Girl... " Jungkook placed his hands against the wall, next to each side of her head, trapping her once again. "... I think you misunderstood something here... Do not over-appreciate yourself. If I wanted someone special, it definitely wouldn't be you."
Jungkook spits the words into her ear, his warm breath on her skin giving her shivers down her spine.
Jungkook leaned back, a playful smirk spreading across his face as he observed her reaction. Her body went rigid, as if caught in a moment of disbelief. He could hear the subtle shift in her breathing. "So... Are you up for a fuck, or not? "
No matter how much the girl struggled to show that she wasn't interested, she failed so lamentably.
Jennie's eyes widened in utter shock as her gaze locked with his. But when her gaze dropped down to his mouth, she swallowed thickly.
Jungkook smiled seductively before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "I can't hear you... babe. Do you want me to make you moan my name till the morning, or not? "
Jungkook sighed, feeling how he started to lose interest.
At that moment, all he really wanted was something to take his mind off things. The heavy feelings inside him made it hard for him to even breathe. It was like he was stuck in a confusing maze of emotions, where every direction led him further into sadness. Feeling desperate for relief, he realized he had to do something—anything—to break free from the pain that had been haunting him at night. if he had to fuck someone to give him a short escape from his suffering, he was ready to go for it.
Jennie grabbed his shirt and pulled him against her. She couldn't say no. And it wasn't like she hadn't done it before. Why not take advantage of the boy? After all, he was hot. It's not like you see a guy like him on the streets every day. She could also take advantage of his situation. If his uncle finds out about what happened between the two of them, she could easily blame him for everything. She could even say she was raped. This way, maintaining her well-known innocence and dignity.
Besides, her whole body was burning only because of the way he was looking at her, and she had to do something to cool it down.
Jungkook laughed softly at the feeling of her lips and tongue on the side of his neck.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head, giving her more room as his hands slid down her waist.
"Do you truly understand what love is?" Your voice, soft and delicate, echoed in his thoughts. He opened his eyes slowly, the weight of your words lingering in the air.
"It's that profound feeling when your heart prioritizes their happiness above your own desires," you continued, painting a picture of devotion. "You find yourself selflessly wishing for their joy, unable to ignore the warmth that fills you when you see them smile."
"It's that relentless current of thoughts that sweeps through your mind, day and night, where every moment spent apart feels like an eternity," you added, capturing the essence of infatuation. "You discover that no matter how busy life gets, they're always there, occupying a cherished space in your mind."
"It's when worry creeps in like shadows, and you can't shake the anxious thoughts about their well-being," you emphasized, illustrating the depth of concern that accompanies love. "Every minor detail about their life becomes significant, and you find yourself wishing to shield them from any harm, physical or emotional."
"And most importantly," you concluded, your tone becoming earnest, "it's when you recognize that hurting them is simply impossible. Their happiness becomes intertwined with your own, and the thought of causing them pain is something beyond your comprehension."
Jungkook's eyes closed again as her hands slid under his shirt, her lips meeting his collarbone.
"You are that kind of person to me. My feelings for you... I can't give them names. It's beyond everything I have ever felt before. I want you. But I don't want you as they did... Like they do."
"I find myself consumed by fear... Can you truly understand that? There are moments when I experience that same sense of dread. Why am I admitting this now? Perhaps it's because you can't see the turmoil inside me. When your gaze lands on me, it feels as if you could peer into the depths of my soul and uncover all my vulnerabilities. That thought is utterly terrifying.
And then there's my tendency to be selfish at times. It's a truth I grapple with in silence, feeling the weight of my own flaws. I wish I could share more with you, but the fear of your judgment paralyzes me. I worry that you might come to loathe me, just as you seem to feel toward others who have hurt you. That prospect is almost too painful to bear."
Jungkook bit his lip as her hands traveled up his chest. It felt pressure there, but not because of her hands and lips. It was because of your words.
I am always disappointing.
Don't come.
Don't look at me anymore.
I don't want you to see me this way.
Stay far away, where I can't hurt you.
Stay out of my mind. Stop haunting me.
Please...
Please...