Long Way To Love (Jungkook ff)

Chapter 36

Ignore mistakes, please.

Third person p.o.v-

Tick tock. 

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

The sound of the wall clock echoed through the quiet, dimly lit room, each second slipping into the shadows with a hollow, haunting resonance. Yet, even the clock's steady pace was too slow compared to the wild, erratic beat of your heart. It hammered within your chest, a restless storm refusing to settle.

It hadn't slowed.
Not once.

You lay on the bed, tangled in soft sheets, your blueberry-printed pajamas a comforting contrast to the unease crawling beneath your skin. The blanket was pulled up to your chin, but the warmth did nothing to quell the chill running down your spine

It was well past midnight, and sleep was a hopeless fantasy. You hadn't closed your eyes even for a second; your body was trapped in an endless cycle of tossing and turning. Now, you lay flat on your back, eyes glued to the ceiling as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

It had been hours since you arrived at the Jeon mansion. Hours since you'd been greeted by the venomous glare of the she-devil herself—Soojin. Her eyes had burned with hostility the moment she saw you beside Jungkook. You could sense the rage simmering beneath her polished exterior, the look of pure disdain she didn't even try to hide. She looked as if she might lunge at you right then and there, but you'd merely brushed past her, unfazed, dismissing her as little more than a temporary inconvenience.

Not that you cared. Not that you'd ever care.

Jungkook had left soon after, drawn away by a call that demanded his attention, though not before ensuring that you were settled comfortably in the room.

After a scalding bath to wash off the day, you'd found yourself lying here, consumed by the restless surge of emotions twisting through you, each thought, each feeling, a relentless tide pulling you farther from peace.

To anyone else, you might have seemed calm, like you were simply resting. But inside, a storm raged, pulling you further from any notion of peace. The reason behind this relentless restlessness?

HE FUCKING KISSED YOU......

You bolted up on bed Your hand rose to your lips, thumb brushing over the spot where his mouth had claimed yours, the sensation hauntingly vivid, even now. Hours had passed, and yet you could still feel it—the addictive softness of his lips, his touch a dark memory that refused to fade.

He kissed you—softly, simply, expertly.

He kissed you- until your knees turned to jelly.

He kissed you—without his tongue, without any rush, without any roughness.

Just his lips—soft, firm, present—on yours.

There had been no desperation, no haste. But still, it had felt like a claim—a quiet, undeniable possession that left you reeling. You could still feel the press of his mouth, steady and deliberate, as he'd drawn you into his orbit with that single touch, a touch that had rendered you breathless and unmoving.

That time, You stood there, eyes wide with shock, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. As the initial surprise faded, you regained your composure, you forcefully turned around,  pressing a hand against his chest and pushing him away. He broke the kiss, but his hands stayed firmly on your face, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he couldn't bear to let you go.

You should have yelled at him, hurled accusations, maybe even cursed him. But you couldn't.

The second you turned to confront him, the words dissolved in your throat, swallowed up by the look in his eyes. Those eyes—ones you'd always known as dark, ruthless, terrifying—the same ones that had haunted you since that night in the club when he'd wrapped his hands around your throat—were nothing like you remembered. They weren't cold or cruel now. Instead, they were soft, layered with an unexpected vulnerability that left you breathless.