His Ultimate Obsession

12.In the Quiet Aftermath

Jungkook pushed open the door with his shoulder, carrying Ragini into a room for her to rest. His clothes clung to his body, soaked from the pool, but he didn't care. His sole focus was on Ragini, who was shivering in his arms, her wet hair plastered against her pale cheeks. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

He stood there for a moment, his heart still racing from the adrenaline, his eyes tracing the contours of her face. Ragini's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. She tried to sit up, but Jungkook's hand was there, firm and warm on her shoulder, holding her in place.

"Don't move," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You need to rest."

Ragini looked up at him, her breath catching at the intensity in his eyes. She had never seen him like this before, so raw and unguarded. It was as if the mask he always wore had slipped, revealing a side of him that both intrigued and frightened her.

"Jungkook..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper, but he silenced her with a shake of his head.

"You could've drowned" he said, the endearment slipping from his lips as naturally as a breath. His hand moved from her shoulder to her face, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of water from her cheek. "You have no idea how scared I was."

There was something in his tone, something dark and possessive, that made Ragini's heart skip a beat. The tension between them was palpable, like a string pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

"I'm fine, really," she tried to assure him, but the words felt hollow even to her own ears. The truth was, she wasn't fine. She was shaken, not just from the near-drowning, but from the way Jungkook was looking at her, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Jungkook didn't respond. Instead, he leaned in, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of him-a mix of rain and something uniquely Jungkook-filling her senses. Her pulse quickened, her body instinctively leaning into his touch.

He reached up, his fingers tangling in her damp hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. His eyes flickered down to her lips, and for a moment, Ragini thought he might kiss her. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the distance between them seemed to disappear.

But then, just as quickly as the moment had come, it passed. Jungkook pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers, as if trying to gauge her reaction. The air between them was thick with unresolved tension, with words unspoken and feelings unexplored.

"Ragini," he murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with something that sent a shiver down her spine. "I can't... I can't let anything happen to you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Ragini swallowed hard, her mind racing. She wanted to reach out, to close the distance between them, but something held her back. The intensity of his gaze, the way his hand still cradled her face-it was too much, too overwhelming.

"Jungkook," she breathed, her voice trembling. She didn't know what to say, how to put into words the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. All she knew was that she was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and it scared her as much as it excited her.

He seemed to sense her hesitation, his grip on her tightening slightly. "I don't want to lose you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Not now... not ever."

The vulnerability in his words, the sheer need in his eyes, was enough to break through her defenses. Without thinking, Ragini reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His skin was warm beneath her touch, and she felt him lean into her hand, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the contact.