The Only One || Jungkook

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She turned slowly to his voice. Many questions were going through her head when her eyes landed instantly on his eyes, dark and scary, ready to make her pay for what she was about to do to him back in his room. Lowering her eyes, she found the chain of the handcuffs hanging on two of his thick fingers.

There was no physical way to explain how he could've get rid of them, there was no logic explanation as to why both were wide open when there was nothing around him that could be of use to force the locks -and even if it were, he was handcuffed to the fucking bed.

—How...? —she pointed to the metallic handcuffs— How did you...?

—Oh, this? —he lifted them at the height of his head.

Jungkook was smiling, but she knew he didn't find it funny at all. It was a machiavellian smile that was only warning her of what was to come.

Instead of telling her, he closed one of the handcuffs around nothing, clicking on the small button on the upper side of it -next to where the chain started-, and soon after the handcuff was open again.

He was right, she didn't think it through. Because if she had been careful, she'd have been aware of those buttons. And she'd have thought about those being fake handcuffs, and how some of them had those protection buttons in case the key is lost or broken.

—What? Not so funny anymore? —he lifted his pierced eyebrow.

Despite his deadly look and his clenched jaw, she wasn't scared of him. She was just nervous of his reaction, uneasy about the consequences of her own actions.

—You keep resisting me, and I promise, Y/n, you're testing my patience every time —he took a step towards her—. And I'm going to show you what it's like belonging to me. I'll make you clear how things should work between us, since it seems like you're too thick up there to understand words.

Jungkook pulled her body, holding a tight grip around her wrist to force her walk with him back in his room. For the first time since she landed in Korea, she was too curious to fight against him or against her instincts.

It was time for her to get a taste of what he had to offer. Because she knew there was more in him than what he showed her the two times they fucked in Spain, he was holding back a lot of things because he wasn't familiar enough with her. She just wasn't his.

But now she was.

Curiosity built up stronger when they walked past his messy bed, heading to one of the gray doors inside his room. Pink and purple neon lights brightened the small room, and she was surprised by the minimalistic -yet sexy- decoration. There was a two-seater couch -that she swore it was a gray tone, although she couldn't tell properly because of the lights-, and right in front of it there was a pole.

Jungkook walked past her, rubbing her arm against her before his body collapsed lazily over the furniture. Two of his fingers were lifted in the air, and motioned a back and forward movement to guide her over where he was.

—Since you need to express your creativity to bust my balls so badly —he pointed towards the pole—, do it by putting on a show.

She could've said no. She knew that the second that word came out of her lips, Jungkook would've stopped everything. But she didn't oppose his order. Instead, she headed towards the tiny rounded platform.

"Dancer in the Dark" started playing through a speaker that was hidden in one of the corners, and she was instantly brought back to the night they both met. And just like back then, she kept his eyes on his with every sway of her hips, with every move she made before she took off every piece of fabric for him.