"Under the skin"//jjk

Chapter 6- 🔞

"Jungkook's POV"

As I stood in the midst of the celebration, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. the weight of that achievement felt monumental. But as I scanned the room, my gaze landed on her—YN. She approached me with that familiarity, I could see the hate but Desire in her eyes for me. Her confidence radiating in a way that drew me in. I couldn't help but gaze at her form for the nth time that evening, the way she carried herself with an effortless grace that both intrigued and frustrated me.

But then something caught my eye, and all the warmth I felt evaporated. Was that a hickey on her neck? My heart sank, and a wave of anger coursed through me. The memory of Max's lingering presence around her earlier that evening flooded my mind, and a cold frost appeared in my eyes. Did she really think I wouldn't notice? How could she let him touch her like that? But what the fuck was wrong with me? She could let anyone touch her for all I care! This is maddening

With my jaw clenched, I brushed past her, the need to confront her clawing at my insides. I tried to calm myself down, but the feelings roiling within me were too intense. I ended up heading to the VIP section where taehyung and jimin were seated, ordering shots in rapid succession. Each one burned as it slid down my throat, but it did nothing to quell the storm brewing inside me.

What was wrong with me? She was just an intern. Why was she affecting me so much? I hated her for being so captivating, yet I desired her in a way that made my skin feel tight. May be I just need to get laid— with her. Just one night, I thought. One night, and I'd be over her.

I watched her from the glass, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface as I saw her downing shots after shots, that damn hickey a constant reminder of someone else's claim. When she got up to head to the restroom, something inside me snapped. I couldn't just let her walk away, not after what I had seen. I followed her, driven by a mix of rage and longing, my heart pounding as I moved through the crowd.

As she walked down the dimly lit corridor, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a dark corner, pushing her against the wall with a force that surprised even me. My heart raced as I prepared for her to shout, but before she could, I covered her mouth with my palm.

"Quiet, sugar," I whispered, my voice low and tense.

The moment she recognized my voice, confusion and anger flashed in her eyes. I slowly removed my hand, but before I could say anything, she slapped me hard across the face. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and I blinked in shock, momentarily stunned.

"How dare you?" she demanded, a mix of fear and fury coloring her tone. The alcohol coursing through her system heightened her adrenaline, and I could see the indignation written all over her face.

Without waiting for a response, I pulled her along with me down the corridor, my grip firm and possessive. I pushed her into a nearby room, and before she could fully comprehend what was happening, I had her thrown onto the bed, my body hovering over hers.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" she gasped, caught off guard. The tension between us was electric, and I felt the weight of our unspoken words hanging in the air.

Before she could protest, I crashed my lips onto hers, silencing any arguments. The world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us in that moment. Fuck I needed her. I kissed her hard, like I was claiming her, letting the heat of desire push away the hatred that simmered beneath the surface.

When my tongue brushed against her lips, asking for entrance, she obliged letting me thrust my tongue into her warm mouth. I couldn't breathe; the world outside faded away, leaving just her and the intoxicating sensation of our kiss. I explored each and every corner of her mouth. She tasted like heaven. I wanted to forget about the hickey, to erase the memory of her with Max, to drown out the jealousy and frustration that had been building inside me.