The Playboy

7

Y/N tossed and turned in bed, her mind replaying the events of the day like a broken record. Every time she closed her eyes, Jungkook's face appeared, his smirk taunting her, his presence inescapable. It was 3 a.m., and she was wide awake, the frustration gnawing at her. She threw her pillows onto the floor in a fit of exasperation, letting out a groan of defeat.

"Damn it! I want to sleep so bad, but I can't!" she muttered to herself, banging her head lightly against the wall. As if the universe was conspiring against her, her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten much at dinner.

"And I'm hungry!" she grumbled, running her hands through her hair. There was no way she'd be able to sleep like this. She needed food, and she needed it now.

With a sigh, Y/N decided to head downstairs. She concocted a plan in her head, convincing herself that it would be a quick mission: "Okay, first, I'll check if the coast is clear. Then, I'll dash to the kitchen, grab whatever I can, and sprint back upstairs."

She tiptoed out of her room, leaving the door slightly ajar, and cautiously made her way down the hallway. Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of Taehyung or, worse, Jungkook. The house was quiet, and she began to relax, thinking she'd pulled off her little heist without a hitch.

"Nobody's here..." she whispered to herself, a small smile of victory forming on her lips.

But as she turned to head towards the stairs, she felt a presence behind her. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she instinctively stepped back, her foot slipping off the edge of the stairs. She braced herself for the fall, but instead of hitting the ground, strong arms caught her, pulling her close to a firm chest.

"You're so lucky I've got good reflexes," a familiar voice murmured, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N looked up to see Jungkook, shirtless and dangerously close. His arms were still wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as she regained her balance. His eyes bore into hers, a mix of concern and that ever-present mischief.

"What?! Are you doing here! I could have been dead! Why did you scare me?" Y/N's voice wavered as she tried to push him away, tears of shock and anger welling up in her eyes.

"Well, first of all, you're welcome," Jungkook replied with a smirk, his tone softening as he added, "And I didn't mean to scare you. I was just on my way to the bathroom. What are you doing up at this godly hour?"

"It's none of your business, Jungkook. Now can you let me go..." Y/N demanded, suddenly acutely aware of how close they were. Her hands rested gently against his chest as she attempted to push him away, but his grip only tightened.

Jungkook's smile widened, clearly amused by her attempt to maintain her composure. He held her close for a moment longer, his hand slipping behind her head as he leaned in. Before she could process what was happening, his lips met hers in a soft, unexpected kiss.

Y/N's mind went blank, her body frozen in shock. This wasn't supposed to happen—she didn't want this, or did she? The kiss was tender, almost sweet, but it also carried an intensity that left her breathless. For a brief moment, she was lost in the sensation, her resistance crumbling.

But then reality crashed back down, and she remembered who she was and who he was. Anger surged through her, and before she could stop herself, her hand flew up and landed a hard slap across Jungkook's face.

Jungkook pulled back, his expression a mix of surprise and hurt as he raised a hand to his stinging cheek. Y/N's eyes were blazing with fury, her chest heaving as she struggled to contain the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

"Stay away from me, Jeon Jungkook! This time, I really mean it!" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. Being kissed by Jungkook was the last thing on her list, and the fact that he had taken that liberty infuriated her beyond measure.