Jeon's Babydoll || Jikook

★He never asked, he claimed★

"You wish, , I'm not some prize to be claimed."

Jungkook's hands moved to Jimin's neck, fingers grazing lightly, his eyes darkening.

"You can keep pretending, but you're already mine, whether you admit it or not," he murmured, his voice thick with possessiveness.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat, but his defiance remained. "Keep dreaming Mr Jeon ," he shot back, yet even he knew the game had already changed.

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"You wish," Jimin spat, his back hitting the cold marble wall of the hallway. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, but he masked the tremble in his voice with a tilt of his chin. "I'm not some prize to be claimed, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook stood in front of him, calm, composed, and unreadable. The soft click of his shoes against the floor echoed in the silence as he closed the distance between them. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, but his eyes those eyes were anything but amused.

"No," Jungkook said softly, his voice dripping with slow, simmering heat. "You're not a prize. You're the game itself."

He raised a hand, fingers brushing over Jimin's throat like a ghost. His touch was gentle too gentle. It sent a shiver down Jimin's spine, which he tried to suppress, but Jungkook noticed. Of course he noticed.

"I'm not playing," Jimin hissed, trying to move away, but there was nowhere to go.

Jungkook's body caged him in, one palm resting flat against the wall beside his head. He leaned in slowly, so close that Jimin could smell the faint scent of his cologne something expensive, something sharp. Something dangerous.

"You can keep pretending," Jungkook murmured, his lips nearly grazing Jimin's ear, "but you're already mine. Whether you admit it or not."

Jimin's heart skipped, but he barked a laugh, short and bitter. "Keep dreaming, Mr. Jeon," he shot back, meeting his eyes. "You think one intense stare and a few cryptic threats will make me fall to my knees? You're not that special."

"Oh?" Jungkook's brow quirked. "And yet here you are. Cornered. Shaking."

"I'm not" Jimin started, but Jungkook's fingers pressed lightly against his throat, not choking, not hurting just there.

"You are," Jungkook whispered, eyes gleaming. "You hate how much you feel when I touch you. It's written all over your face."

Jimin gritted his teeth. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I don't need to. You do it for me every time you act like you hate me." His hand slid down slowly to rest just over Jimin's chest. "Every time you talk back... every time you run, knowing I'll chase you."

Jimin's breathing hitched. "You're obsessed."

"I am," Jungkook admitted without hesitation. "And that should terrify you."

The honesty in his voice chilled Jimin to the bone. He wasn't joking. There was no playful flirtation here, no childish crush. Jungkook meant every word and there was something deeply, dangerously real about it.

Jimin shoved at his chest, but Jungkook didn't budge. "I'm not some thing you can own, Jungkook."

"I don't want a thing," Jungkook said, leaning closer, his breath hot on Jimin's lips. "I want you. And I always get what I want."

Jimin's defiance faltered for just a second. Not because he believed him but because deep down, a part of him wanted to believe. And that scared him more than anything.

"You think this is how you win me over?" he asked, voice low now, almost bitter. "By cornering me? Controlling me?"

Jungkook shook his head slowly. "No, Jimin. I don't want to win you. I want to consume you."

The words landed like a punch, leaving Jimin speechless. Jungkook's eyes burned with something raw, something feral. It wasn't just lust. It was obsession. Possession. Hunger.

"Why?" Jimin finally managed, voice tight. "Why me?"

Jungkook exhaled, his thumb brushing along Jimin's jawline. "Because you're the only one who sees me for what I am. And still dares to stand up to me."

Jimin turned his face away, jaw clenched. "That doesn't make this love."

"I never said I wanted love," Jungkook whispered. "I want control. I want fire. And with you... it's chaos."

Jimin shut his eyes, frustration bubbling in his chest. "You don't own me."

"Don't I?" Jungkook murmured. "Why do you think you haven't told me to leave? Why are you still here trapped between the wall and me, when you had a chance to run?"

Jimin said nothing.

"You crave it," Jungkook said, voice dark with certainty. "You crave the way I look at you like I could burn the world down for a taste."

"Shut up," Jimin snapped, but his voice lacked conviction.

"I'd ruin everything for you," Jungkook continued. "My name. My reputation. My sanity."

"Don't you dare act like this is romantic"

"It's not," Jungkook interrupted. "It's dangerous. And you love it."

Jimin's head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, his eyes fluttering closed.

"This isn't right," he whispered.

"Nothing about us is," Jungkook said. "But that hasn't stopped either of us, has it?"

Silence settled between them like smoke thick, choking, intoxicating.

Jungkook leaned forward, and for a moment, Jimin thought he'd kiss him. But he didn't. Instead, he let his lips hover just a breath away, teasing the edge of surrender.

"When you finally break," Jungkook whispered, "when you finally admit what you really wantit won't be me forcing you. It'll be you... choosing me."

Jimin's eyes opened slowly, and for the first time, his voice was barely more than a whisper. "And if I never do?"

Jungkook smiled, a dark, wicked thing. "Then I'll just keep playing until you do. I'm a patient man, Jimin. And you're worth the wait."

Jimin stared at him, chest heaving. His body screamed to resist, to run, to fight but his heart? His heart betrayed him with every beat, with every glance.

And maybe that was the scariest part of all.

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