Rolling the dice on Love - JinKook/KookJin ff✔

𝙲𝙷. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝚇 : 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴

Returning home, Jin playfully pushed Jungkook away as he tried to lean in for another kiss.

"We just had a long day... fresh up first, will you?" Jin smiled, nudging him gently.

Jungkook grinned mischievously. "Ah, right. Wanna freshen up together?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jin shot him a look, his eyebrow arching higher in response. Jungkook chuckled, giving in. "Alright, you go first. I'll be right behind you."

Nodding, Jin made his way to the bathroom. As he disappeared around the corner, Jungkook’s smile faltered. He pulled out his phone, his mind filled with thoughts he couldn’t shake. His fingers hovered over the screen as he typed, Hyung, can you get me every piece of information about Jin, even before he came to Seoul?

But before he hit send, a wave of guilt washed over him. What if prying into Jin’s past like this crossed a line? He didn’t want to invade Jin’s privacy. Jungkook sighed heavily, deleting the message and slipping his phone back into his pocket.

He stood there for a moment, deep in thought, before heading to the bathroom. The door was ajar, and he stepped in only to see Jin standing in front of the mirror, his hoodie halfway off.

Suddenly, Jungkook's body froze as his eyes landed on Jin’s waist. It was as if he’d been hit by a thousand bolts of electricity, his mind unable to process the sight before him.

Jin, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, quickly tried to pull his hoodie back down. But before he could, Jungkook’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with a firm grip. Without a word, Jungkook pinned Jin against the wall, not aggressively but with a strength that sent a shiver through Jin. His hands were trapped above his head, held in Jungkook’s single hand while the other yanked Jin’s hoodie back up, revealing the raw, burnt marks on his waist.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, and his face twisted in fury. His eyes darkened, almost glowing with the intensity of his rage. The air between them felt heavy, thick with tension as Jungkook stared at the bruises—reddish and black, jagged lines that marred Jin’s pale skin.

"W-what’s this?" Jungkook’s voice was low, but it carried a deadly edge, darker and more dangerous than Jin had ever heard. His normally gentle expression was replaced by something terrifying. Jungkook wasn’t just angry... he was furious, a wrath so intense it made Jin’s heart race in fear.

Jin didn’t answer, his lips trembling as he tried to break free from the hold, but Jungkook’s grip only tightened.

"Jungkook..." Jin whispered, his voice small, but it was drowned out by the storm brewing inside Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook's fingers lightly brushed the burnt skin, and his jaw clenched. Who did this? His mind raced, but his voice remained steady and dangerous as he demanded, "Who... did this to you?"

Jin turned his head away, biting his lip, refusing to meet Jungkook’s gaze. His silence was louder than words, and it made Jungkook's blood boil even more.

"I asked you a question," Jungkook growled, pressing closer, his breath hot against Jin’s neck. The desperation in his voice was masked by the fury, but Jin could feel it. Jungkook was on the edge of losing control, teetering between the urge to protect and the need for revenge.

Jin closed his eyes, trying to push back the memories, the pain, but it was no use. Jungkook’s touch on his bruised skin brought it all back. The fear, the helplessness.

"I... I don’t want to talk about it," Jin finally muttered, his voice barely audible.

But that wasn’t enough for Jungkook. His heart was pounding, and his head was filled with violent thoughts. Whoever had hurt Jin—whoever had dared to touch him like this—would pay. Jungkook’s possessiveness, his obsession with Jin, was magnified now. He wasn’t just in love... he was consumed by the need to protect Jin, no matter the cost.