The Playboy

6

Y/N was restless, her mind refusing to quiet down as she paced back and forth in her bedroom. The memory of Jungkook trapping her against the wall earlier kept replaying in her mind, his smirk, his confident gaze, and the way he had so easily flipped the script on her. It was infuriating. There was no way she was going to let Jungkook feel like he had won—because he hadn't. Not really. And she wasn't about to let him think otherwise.

"Not a chance," she muttered to herself, her resolve hardening. She was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took.

With a frustrated sigh, she yanked open the drapes of her window, her eyes scanning the yard below, searching for any sign of Jungkook. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that the lights in his room were on, and she quickly realized that her bedroom, unfortunately, faced his. It was almost too easy to spy on him, and that only made her more annoyed.

As she continued to look, she suddenly froze. Jungkook was undressing, peeling off his shirt, and revealing the toned muscles of his back. Y/N's eyes widened, and she quickly turned her face away, her cheeks burning. But as much as she tried to avoid it, her gaze was drawn back to the window. He hadn't bothered to close his curtains, and she had a sinking feeling that it was no accident.

"He's such a pain in the ass!" Y/N mumbled under her breath, trying to shake off the image of him in her head.

But before she could even attempt to regain her composure, her phone started ringing incessantly. She jumped at the sudden noise and glanced at the screen. It was a video call from none other than Jungkook. Her heart rate quickened as she peeked through the curtains again, only to see him standing by his window, waving at her with a smug grin. How did he even know she was watching?

"Of course," she grumbled, remembering how Jin had casually handed over her contact information to Jungkook. It had driven her mad then, and now it was even worse.

With a huff, Y/N swiped the screen and picked up the call, not even bothering to look directly at the phone. "What do you want?" she snapped, irritation lacing her voice.

"Hey, I know you miss me," Jungkook teased, his tone playful and confident, as always.

Y/N rolled her eyes, barely holding back a groan. "Urgh! Straight to the point, Jungkook!"

Jungkook chuckled, clearly amused by how worked up she was. "Princess, look at me," he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing.

Y/N reluctantly lifted her phone from the mattress and brought it up to her face, glaring at the screen. The sight that greeted her only made her blood boil further. Jungkook was shirtless, wearing nothing but a white towel slung low around his waist, his hair slightly damp as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

"Don't act like you've never seen me shirtless before. I know you've been peeking this entire time. I could see your shadow through the curtain, stupid," he said, laughing as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever.

Y/N's jaw clenched as she tried to control her temper. "Don't flatter yourself, you're not even that good-looking," she shot back, though her voice lacked the usual bite.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her deflection. "Well, if I wasn't, you wouldn't be spying on me. So, who's the creepy one now, princess?" he retorted, his smirk growing wider.

Y/N could feel her face heating up, but she refused to let him see how flustered she was. "I wasn't spying on you!" she lied, knowing full well how unconvincing she sounded. "I was just... I was just checking on something."

"Sure, you were," Jungkook said with a knowing look. "But since you're already looking, I figured I'd give you a better view. You're welcome."

Y/N felt like she was going to explode. He was so infuriatingly smug, and the worst part was that he knew exactly how to push her buttons. "You're such a jerk," she muttered, though the words lacked the venom she intended.