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"Boy, you're obsessed. And that's not healthy. You do know I care about you, right?" I mocked, cocking my head.
"I know you do," he murmured, smirking. "But I can't help it, cupcake."
Cupcake? Seriously? God, just bury me alive already.
"What do you even want from me, coconut?" I shot back, narrowing my eyes.
His lips parted in disbelief. "Coconut? Did you jus-"
"Yes. I did."
I turned to grab the doorknob, but he was faster.
Jungkook yanked my wrist, spun me, and slammed me against the door with enough force to rattle my bones. Both my hands were pinned high above my head, his grip iron-strong. His knee slid between my thighs, locking me in place until every nerve in my body screamed awareness.
And then-those eyes. Those sinful, beautiful brown eyes, boring into me like they had every right to.
"I want you, Lee Ara," he said, voice low, raw, dangerous.
My chest tightened. I knew I wanted him too. Every cell in me screamed it. But I can't.
I won't be another name on his list.
"I don't," I snapped back, my tone flat but my eyes glued to his. Not a flinch. Not a blink. If he was fire, I was going to meet it head-on.
His profile darkened, shadows carving sharp lines across his perfect face. My wrists throbbed-already numb from the increasing pressure he applied every damn time things didn't bend his way.
"I. Don't. Care." He ground out each word through clenched teeth, his voice laced with a deadly edge.
His thigh shifted, pressing more precisely against my core. My breath stuttered, betraying me.
Fuck. That feels... too good to resist.
"You're sizzling when you're raging," I spat, half-taunt, half-confession.
And then-everything snapped.
His lips crashed into mine, hot and merciless. Those maddening, red, plush lips I'd sworn not to crave-claiming me without a second's hesitation.
His mouth devoured mine, bruising, hungry. My back slammed harder into the door as his tongue teased my lower lip before sucking it, making my knees nearly give way.
He dragged his lips lower, down the sensitive curve of my neck, planting firm, biting kisses that burned into my skin. Each touch pulled a reaction from me I swore I wouldn't give.
But even as sparks lit across my nerves, a scream inside me begged: Don't fall. Don't give in. Not to him.
His lips were addictive. Jungkook kissed like he was starving, sucking and biting at my mouth until I thought I'd lose myself completely.
