𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter twenty-three

-#[Y/n's pov]:

Jungkook's eyes flashed with warning. "You better be careful with your words," he growled, his face inches from mine.

Our eyes locked in a fierce stare, his piercing gaze bore into mine with an intensity that left me breathless. His grip on my arms tightened, his fingers digging into my skin with a gentle pressure that sent a thrill through me. I tried to pull away, my hand reaching out to loosen his hold, but he caught it midway, his fingers wrapping around mine like a vice.

"Jungkook..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. My heart raced with anticipation, my mind reeling with the thought of what was about to happen.

And then, without warning, his lips crashed into mine. His mouth was a flame that ignited a fire within me, devouring me with a hunger that left me speechless. His body pressed against mine, pinning me between him and the car door, his chest crushing mine as he deepened the kiss.

I was trapped, unable to move or escape the passion that consumed us. His tongue danced with mine, a fierce and sensual rhythm that left me gasping for air. A shiver ran down my spine, my body trembling with desire as he claimed me with a kiss that left me breathless.

And in that moment I felt a weird sensation rush through my body. I was not hating it. I was not hating his touch nor my body felt a need to push him away instead.... I...just froze down in my place. The fierce kiss gradually softened and I felt myself melting at the feel.

Even though I was annoyed... Even though I was angry.... I wonder why... I felt so calm when I was this close to him.

As the kiss deepened, his hand wrapped around mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. But suddenly, a hiss escaped my lips, and I felt a sharp pain in my palm.

Jungkook seemed to notice that and broke the kiss, his eyes snapped to mine, and a concerned look etched on his face, "What's wrong?" He asked.

I winced, and tried pulling my hand away, but he held it firm. He turned my hand over, and his eyes widened as he saw the injury on my palm. "This... how did you get hurt?" His eyes widened at the sight.

My gaze shifted to the side as I realized how I got that cut in the party, my finger had dug into my palm, and caused the cut. "It's nothing..." I spoke. "Just a minor scratch.."

Just when I was about to pull my hand out from his hold, suddenly my gaze met with his. His eyes were filled with regret as he gently traced the injury with his finger. "I was too rough, wasn't I?" He whispered, his voice filled with remorse.

He thinks... I got injured because of him...? I went silent as I silently gazed at him. The concern in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

The time seemed to stay still while I silently continued to stare at him. His gaze took in the sight of the scar, while his hands held mine... a warm feeling resonating through his touch which was fluttering my heart.

"Does it hurt...?" His gaze finally met mine, making my breath stuck in my throat and all I could utter was a "huh" didn't understand what was going inside me but there was this warm feeling that I was feeling in my chest.

"No...I'm fine-" I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp, but he held tight, and next second I was guided into the passenger seat. I looked at him, perplexed, as he got in behind the wheel.

"What's going on?" I asked, but he just gazed straight ahead, starting the engine.

"We're going to see a doctor," he said, his voice firm but calm.