A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.
With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence...
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•In whispered gasps and lingering touches, they discovered a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space•
💕•Chapter Seven•💕
As Y/N forcefully guided Jungkook into the confines of her bedroom, an icy glare pierced through him, her eyes brimming with a potent mix of fury and resentment. The air crackled with tension, laden with an unspoken animosity that threatened to consume the space.
Within the dimly lit room, Y/N's delicate fingers trembled as they reached for a cigarette, the flickering flame of the lighter casting eerie shadows upon her face.
The acrid scent of tobacco mingled with the sweet hint of mint and strawberry, a contrasting aroma that mirrored the dichotomy of her emotions. Placing the slender cylinder between her plump lips, she drew in a long, deliberate drag, the smoke curling around her like a haunting apparition.
Her gaze remained fixed upon Jungkook, her eyes smoldering with a fire that could not be extinguished. The plumes of smoke that escaped her lips seemed to carry her unspoken words, a silent accusation that hung heavy in the air.
In that moment, the cigarette became an extension of her anger, a conduit through which she channeled her frustration and disappointment.
The room crackled with tension as Jungkook, his bottom lip worriedly caught between his teeth, mustered the courage to question Y/N. "Y/N-shi, what is wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. But the girl, consumed by a venomous rage, pushed him forcefully against his well-built chest, the impact reverberating through the room.
"You took pleasure in her! Huh?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom as she rolled each word with disdain. She threw her burning cigarette somewhere in the room, the ember still casting a faint glow.
"You enjoyed having her ass around your dick! Huh?" she yelled, her anger palpable. She kept pushing and shoving him, her relentless assault driving him back until he found himself pressed against the soft mattress.
The mafia queen hovered over her pretty boy, her gaze searing into his confused bambi-like eyes with unbridled rage.
"What was so adequate about her? You don't like the way I look? Don't you find me sexy?" she interrogated, her voice laced with bitter insecurity. It was clear where the conversation was heading.
Before the angered girl could speak further or push him deeper into the mattress, Jungkook paused her with a sudden and unexpected move. His lips crashed against hers, a desperate attempt to silence the storm of emotions raging between them.
Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before he began moving his lips against hers.
The sensation was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Her lips, soft and plump, felt like delicate clouds beneath his touch. It was his first kiss, a tender exploration of their connection.
