Seductive Desires [JJK] #2

Ch 6 𓆩🖤𓆪

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Third Person's POV:

Is burying yourself would be fun? Because that's what Isabella felt like she was going to do right now. She had just kissed the most infuriating, nonchalant, immature, stubborn, rude, evil man-child ever to exist in this century-and he was the one she despised the most.

How could she have kissed him? Jungkook, of all people-the one person who had made her life a living hell.

Her mind was still fuzzy from the kiss and aftershock of what had just happened sending her thoughts spiraling. They were breathing together so close that they could feel each other's breath mingling, bodies pressed together in the cramped elevator.

They couldn't see each other but the intensity of their eyes had found each other in the darkness in a way that left her breathless. Isabella's heart pounded in her chest reverberating in her ears and she feared that Jungkook might hear it. She could still feel the press of Jungkook's lips against hers. He tasted like mint fresh with hint of smoke maybe.

Isabella convinced herself that her reaction was simply because she had never kissed anyone before. She had never been this close to a member of the opposite gender and never in her wildest nightmares had she thought she would kiss Jungkook nor that he would ever respond to it.

Yet, here she was, having done the unthinkable.

Life is an unexpected bitch, she thought bitterly.

Her brow furrowed as she replayed the kiss in her mind. The realization of what she had done ignited a storm of frustration and self-reproach within her. The fact that she had kissed this man-this infuriating, despised figure in her life-was almost too much to bear.

She had always imagined her first kiss to be a cherished memory shared with someone she loved and trusted. Instead it had been with Jungkook and the thought made her feel sullied. It felt filthy and dirty.

Nothing can change the fact that she hated him. That she had always hated him. And now she hated herself a little bit too for allowing this to happen. For letting her guard down even for a moment. The kiss had been a mistake, one that she couldn't take back and the thought of it filled her with a bitter seething anger.

Suddenly, Isabella yelped as the full weight of Jungkook's body pressed down on her. His head buried itself against her chest, his entire form pinning her legs to the floor. All she could move were her hands and her face. Panic flared in her chest.

"Jungkook, Jungkook, hey, are you dead?!" she asked panicking.

She moved her hands to his nose feeling for any sign of breath. Relief washed over her when she felt the slow steady rise and fall of his breathing. He was unconscious likely overwhelmed and exhausted from the panic attack.