[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

02. 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔

Jungkook’s POV –

The moment I told her to wait and walked toward her, my patience was already at its breaking point. Her words. Her audacity. That damn tone of hers that scraped against my pride like sandpaper.
I clenched my jaw, stepped forward, and pushed her away. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make a statement.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

Her eyes, those infuriatingly bold eyes, stared into mine with a fire that should have made me feel triumphant. But instead, it burned.
I stepped in closer. My blood was boiling. The elevator’s walls seemed to close in, trapping both of us in the thick tension we were weaving.

Without warning, I pressed her against the wall, my hands placed firmly on either side of her head. Not threatening. Not violent. But dominant. Possessive. Hungry for control.

My voice dropped to a whisper, my breath grazing her cheek.
"Don’t you love yourself, Y/n?"

Her response was instant and sharp, like a blade to my chest.
“I do love myself,” she snapped. “But it’s you who seems to lack even an ounce of intelligence, Mr. Akdhu.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or roar at the nickname she used. Akdhu. That was low. That was personal.

She shoved at my chest, but I didn’t budge. I couldn’t.

There was something in her presence, something chaotic and magnetic, and before I realized it—my lips found hers.
It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t gentle.
It was fire against fire, a kiss born of rage and confusion, desire and ego. I had kissed many women before, but this… this felt. For the first time in years, something surged in my chest.

But reality came crashing down in a fraction of a second.

Her palm slapped across my cheek, the sharp sting jolting me into silence.
My head turned slightly with the force, my breath catching in my throat.

Then her trembling fingers clutched my collar, voice raw with urgency.
“Please… don’t.”

I didn’t know what hit me more—her slap or her plea.

The elevator doors opened. She didn’t spare me a single glance. She simply walked away.

And I… stood there.

“What the hell did she just do?” I muttered, stepping out of the elevator in a daze.
My fingers brushed over the mark on my cheek. The burning didn’t compare to the bruised ego underneath.

I heard whispers. Students walking by had witnessed the scene.

“Jungkook… it was your mistake,” I admitted bitterly under my breath, rubbing my face with both hands. That honesty tasted like poison.

But no. I wasn’t done yet.

I stormed into the principal’s office, fury rising from my gut like lava.
That girl had insulted my cousin. That same girl had slapped me. ME.

The principal practically jumped up from his seat, bowing slightly. “Sir, welcome. Please, have a seat.”

I didn’t sit. “Who dares insult my sister?”

He flinched. “Sir, I was unaware of such an incident. I assure you, had I known, punishment would have—”

“Fetch Y/n L/n,” I ordered, cutting him off.

He nodded and sent a staff member. And within minutes, the devil herself walked into the room.

My breath hitched again.

Y/n.
That same fire in her eyes. That same indifference on her face. She didn’t flinch upon seeing me. If anything, she smirked.

“You?” she said with an edge in her voice.
Then she turned to the principal, folding her arms. “So, you wanted to see the girl who insulted your precious angel?”

Before I could open my mouth, she strode forward and pointed her finger directly at me.
“Your sister is a wretch, and you—” her eyes raked me top to bottom—“you’re a scoundrel.”

The principal gasped. I held up a hand to silence him. I was... intrigued. Pissed, but intrigued.

This girl didn’t fear me. She didn’t kneel or beg.
She roared back louder.

I stepped forward, voice deadly low.
“Oh, Miss Y/n, I’m warning you for the last time. Or else, you know what awaits you in the elevator.”

She rolled her eyes.

“That was nothing compared to what you deserve,” she shot back.

“May I leave now?” she turned to the principal and asked, not even acknowledging me. And before anyone could stop her, she walked out.
Head high. Back straight.

I watched her go, silent.

She was a storm I didn’t see coming. A storm I wasn’t sure I wanted to survive.

I left too, heading straight to my office. My fingers twitched as I replayed every single moment from the elevator to the principal’s room. The slap. Her glare. Her indifference.

“Hey, hyung,” I muttered as I entered the lounge area.

Hoseok hyung looked up from his files. “Hey, you’re back.”

But I saw the way his lips twitched.

He couldn’t hide it.

He smirked. “Hey… is it true?”

I narrowed my eyes. “What?”

“That a girl slapped you?”

I blinked. “How the hell did you know?”

He winked. “I just happened to be there.”

My mouth fell open. “You WHAT?”

He leaned back, laughing. “Bro, the entire left wing of the university is buzzing with it. You—Jeon Jungkook—the most feared, the most untouchable, got slapped by a girl who walked away like nothing happened.”

I scowled, tossing my bag onto the couch. “She has too much attitude.”

“And you like it,” he teased, pointing at me with his pen.

I scoffed… but didn’t deny it.

“She’s intriguing,” I admitted, half-grinning to myself. “Infuriating. Reckless. Stubborn. But intriguing.”

Hyung raised a brow. “Jungkook, don’t tell me you’re falling—”

“I don’t fall,” I interrupted, sharp.

But then I whispered, more to myself than to him—

“I chase.”

And Y/n L/n just became the most thrilling chase of my life.