Seductive Desires [JJK] #2

Ch 4 𓆩🖤𓆪

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Jungkook's POV:

My eyes stayed fixed on her every move, from the moment she stood at the door, apologizing for her tardiness to the time she settled into the back chair of the last row.

I watched as her eyes scanned the room locking onto mine. There was a flicker of triumph in her gaze. Time seemed to slow as her lips twisted into a sardonic smirk followed by the provocative gesture of raising her middle finger at me. Jeon Jungkook.

Fuck yourself Bitch!

My jaw clenched, teeth grinding together in madness. In that instant, all I could think about was hurling her out of the window-how satisfying it would be to see her expelled from my world, to rid myself of the thorn in my side once and for all.

I should have done it yesterday when the opportunity presented itself.

Closing my eyes briefly, I seethed with anger at yet another defeat dealt by her hand. How had my plan gone so wrong? My head throbbed with violent impulses but I forced myself to refocus on the damned paper that represented nothing more than a stupidity towards a degree I increasingly viewed as meaningless.

Honestly, It seemed ludicrous to me especially since I was destined to inherit and manage my father's empire. I possessed the intellect, the strategic acumen and the ambition needed to navigate the cutthroat world. I was destined for greater things, Yet, here I was sitting with these little drones in this examination hall.

My eyes involuntarily drifted towards that adversary who sat composed and seemingly unperturbed, already immersed in her own work. I quickly turned my head forward again taking a slow steady breath, I squared my shoulders.

It's been a decade. This time would be different. Yes.

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No.

Rank 1: Isabella Williams
Rank 2: Jeon Jungkook

I stood rooted in place for a good five minutes, my fist clenched tightly inside my pocket. Those five minutes stretched on, each second ticking by painfully slow. Outwardly, my expression remained stoic but within it felt like a tornado was tearing through every vein in my body.

Again and again, the question echoed relentlessly in my mind: how did she manage to suppress me once more? Isabella was just a single mark ahead of me, yet it felt like a monumental defeat.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

The next closest competitor trailed me by twelve marks. Despite this, I could already sense the whispers and side glances from my peers-petty creatures.