Jeon's Babydoll || Jikook

★Trying hard to get me, but you can't★

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.

_______,,_____________________,,_______

Jungkook's breath still lingered on Jimin's lips, heavy with heat and hunger. His hand rested against Jimin's waist now, fingers pressing just firm enough to claim space without needing permission. But he didn't move in further. Not yet. He waited. Watched.

Jimin tilted his head, his voice light, but his heart hammering. "You like hovering, huh? Just say you're scared I'd bite."

Jungkook's mouth twitched. "Oh, I want you to bite."

"Do you?" Jimin smirked. "What if I draw blood?"

Jungkook leaned closer, mouth brushing against the shell of Jimin's ear. "Then I'll know you're finally feeling something real."

Jimin swallowed hard. His fingers twitched at his sides. He forced a scoff.

"You act like you've got this all figured out," he said, lifting his chin. "Like you're the puppeteer and I'm just dancing on strings."

"You're not dancing," Jungkook murmured. "You're circling the fire. And every time you get close, you burn a little more."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Wow. That poetic bullsh*t must work on all the other boys."

Jungkook smiled. "I don't need lines with them. They come willingly. You're different."

He stepped forward again. Jimin didn't back away, but he could feel the heat climbing up his spine. Jungkook was close enough now that every breath between them felt like a question waiting to be answered.

"And what makes you think I won't be the one in control?" Jimin asked, voice softer, cockier, fingers ghosting over the edge of Jungkook's jacket.

Jungkook caught his wrist, not hard, but unrelenting. "Because you want to be controlled."

Jimin's lips parted. "That's a bold assumption."

"It's not an assumption." Jungkook's grip stayed gentle but firm as he guided Jimin's hand to his chest. "It's written all over you. The way you lean in. The way your breath hitches when I touch you. You're begging for it, even if you don't say it out loud."

Jimin yanked his hand back. "You think you're so deep. That you see through people. But maybe you're just projecting."

"Am I?" Jungkook's eyes locked with his, and the silence between them felt suffocating. "Then tell me to stop."

Jimin's throat tightened. His pride screamed yes. His body whispered no.

He licked his lips. "Why would I ruin your fun like that?"

Jungkook chuckled. Low. Dangerous. "That's what I thought."

Jimin stepped back a half-inch, only to be pulled back in again, Jungkook's fingers sliding around the back of his neck, pressing gently.