The Lieutenant [Jeon Jungkook x Reader][21+][COMPLETE]

Chapter Thirty

"Jungkook wait," I yelled as I turned to run after him, "I'm sorry, Jackson," I said to the bewildered man that was now standing behind me. I ran out the door after Jungkook and caught up with him a few metres down the corridor.

"Jungkook, wait," I said as I reached out and grabbed his wrist. He stopped and ripped his wrist out of my grasp.

"Wait for what, Liz? I have nothing to say to you," Jungkook growled and continued walking.

"Jungkook, please!" I pleaded after him, causing him to stop in his tracks once again. He turned to face me, his eyes were filled with fury and a scowl was plastered on his face.

"Speak then, I'm listening," he hissed.

"There is nothing going on between me and Jackson," I started as I approached Jungkook slowly. All he did in response was scoff, look to the side and place his hands on his hips. When he looked back at me, the look in his eyes was judging, but it was laced with something that made me feel small, it was almost demeaning.

"Please Jungkook, don't look at me like that,"

"Like what?" he shot back, his jaw tightly clenched and teeth grip together.

"Like I'm a whore," I breathed, fighting back tears. Jungkook lunged forward, grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall next to us. I looked up at his face towering above mine as he trapped me between his arms. I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, Jungkook crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was shamelessly lustful as he pressed himself into me, pinning me against the wall.

Jungkook forced his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss further as our tongues danced effortlessly with each other's. He swiped his tongue across mine, tasting me, and in the process I tasted him.

Jungkook pulled away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine and whispered,

"I don't like to share."

His sudden dominant demeanor took me off guard. I stood staring into his hazel orbs, unsure of what to say. I wrapped my arms around his neck and paid his lips a chaste kiss.

"Then don't," I whispered.

I hated myself for jumping into the moment the way I had. I wanted to create healthy boundaries between me and Jungkook, but those words had thrown away any chance I had of doing that. I had let my sexual desires cloud my judgement and cause me to make a rash, and reckless, decision. I had also excused Jungkook's behaviour by allowing it to continue. I had broken my promise to myself that if it ever happened again, we would have a serious conversation about it so we could lay down some ground rules that we had brushed over initially.

Jungkook didn't say anything in return, he merely grabbed my wrist and led me down the corridor, up the stairs and around the corner; towards Jackson's room.

Jungkook pushed open the door and kicked it closed behind us, locking it. I turned to face Jungkook, to see him panting in front of me, his eyes dark and hooded. He walked up to me slowly and, as he reached me, he pushed me onto the bed behind me.

"If Jackson wants you, I am just going to have to remind you about who you belong to, in his bedroom, on his bed." Jungkook growled as he crawled onto the bed, hovering above me.

I let out an uneasy breath and opened my mouth to object, but no words came out.

I wanted to object, I needed to object, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The throbbing sensation between my legs that Jungkook was creating, stopped me from doing anything other than whisper,

"Remind me."

Jungkook smirked at my pleading tone and said,

"Good girl."