Lovesick Mafias-sequel to obsessive mafias-SEVENTEEN FF

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"Are you going to kiss me?"

Y/N looked at him, startled, suddenly conscious of the shrinking distance between them. She didn't realize that, in her anger, she had crossed the very line she had drawn for herself.

"Please." Jeonghan swallowed hard, his throat dry, his voice rough. He felt like a desert without water for decades. "My mother used to say if I say please, I can get anything I want."

She stood frozen, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. His plea echoed in her mind, unravelling her undone.

"Jeonghan..." she began, her voice trembling.

"Please," he whispered again, leaning closer. His breath mingled with hers, a delicate warmth.

Y/N's heart raced, a wild drumbeat against her ribs. She could feel the magnetic pull between them, an invisible force drawing them together. His eyes, deep and earnest, held her captive.

And she realized there was no control over love, it was a fire that couldn't be ignited or put off on one's wish.

She unconsciously closed the gap, her lips meeting his in a hesitant, tender touch. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and unspoken rage, of desire restrained and emotions unleashed. Soft yet fierce, innocent yet fiery.

She tasted the salt of his longing, the sweetness of his plea. He felt the fire of her anger, the tenderness of her surrender.

And before she knew it, she pulled away and wiped her lips. Jeonghan thought he was already in control unless she decided to pull the strings, he realized he was the doll willing to dance on her fingertips.

"Your mother was right," she whispered, her voice a soft tremor. "Please can get you anything you want, but not everything."

Jeonghan's breath hitched. He looked at her, eyes searching for something, anything to hold onto.

"I know," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "But right now, I just want you."

She closed her eyes, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. The kiss had been fierce and soft but it couldn't erase the difficulties that lay between them.

"See?" she sighed, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "This isn't just about what you want; did you ask me what I want?"

He blinked, taken aback. "I... I thought..."

Jeonghan lay on the hospital bed, a broken silhouette against the stark white sheets. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the lingering smell of smoke and charred skin. Physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno inside him. His heart burned, a relentless fire no one could extinguish—not even her.

"You thought," she interrupted, her voice sharp. "But did you ever consider me? My needs, my desires?"

Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was struck dumb by the truth in her words.

"You're so focused on your longing," she continued, her tone a mix of sadness and frustration. "But love isn't about possession. It's about understanding. Did you ever try to understand me?"

His silence was his answer. She shook her head, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips.

"The day you realize it's us in this situation, not just you alone," she said, her voice low and steady, "maybe that day I'll accept you."

Jeonghan's eyes widened, the weight of her words crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He saw it then, the chasm between his desire and her reality.