Jealous • A Bang Chan FF

Chapter Eight: Risk 🔞

~ YUJIN'S POV ~

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to find Chan standing there, looking surprisingly serious. His hair was slightly tousled, and he had that intense look in his eyes that made my heart race. "Hey," he said, his voice low.

"Hey," I replied, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked past me, I caught a whiff of his cologne, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Nice show today," he started, his eyes scanning the room as he took a seat on the edge of my bed. Maybe he just came here to congratulate me in person?

"Thanks! It was... fun," I replied, trying to gauge his mood.

Chan leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. "So, Seungmin can be 'really hot,' huh?" The way he said it had an edge to it that made me gulp.

"You know how it is on that show, I just didn't want to eat any of that disgusting food," I say. "And he can be very hot, yes."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Sure, but you could've chosen anyone else. You didn't have to single him out," he pauses. "Especially when you know the actually answer was me."

My eyes widen.

His gaze was penetrating as he stood up, and I felt exposed under his scrutiny. "Did you mean it?" Before I could respond, he stepped closer, closing the space between us. "You're making it hard for me not to feel jealous, Yujin."

"Jealous?" I echoed, my heart pounding louder. "So now your admitting it?"

"You should know by now how I feel about you, right?"

"I know, but—"

Before I could finish, he took my face in his hands, his thumb brushing my cheek. "But what?"

Without thinking, I leaned into him, our lips just inches apart. "Chan..."

What am I doing?

In one swift motion, our lips were crashing together, and our hands were entangled in each others hair. I felt my body respond instinctively with his hands sliding down to my waist.

"Yujin," he murmured against my lips, pulling me closer as he backed me against the bed. "I need you to know that I don't want to share you. Not with anyone."

What? I wasn't even his.

I nodded breathlessly, my heart racing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips moved down to my neck, taking the skin in between his teeth. I could tell he was doing it in a way that wouldn't leave marks—like last time.

His lips on my body felt euphoric. His touch was made for me.

Sometime in between all of this, I found myself ontop of him Chan against the headboard, straddiling his lap, while his lips never leave my neck. The sensation was intoxicating.

"Chan..." I moan tugging at his shirt. I can see the slight smirk on his face, seeing how needy I am. But fuck I can't help it.

"Take it off then," he said, loosening his grip on my waist. I comply, lifting the shirt over his head, I
almost gasp at the sight of his abs. I brush my fingers over them. I traced the contours of his abs, feeling each muscle tense under my touch. "Fuck," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched me

I press myself against his body, feeling his hard on. I instinctively grind against it, hearing this breath hitch with each movement and feeling his possessive grip on me tighten.