The Mafia's Debt - J.JK × K.SJ✔

11

It was late that night, the house dimly lit and silent as Haru slept peacefully in his room. Jin had just finished tidying up and was about to head to bed when he felt Jungkook's presence behind him. He turned, only to find himself face-to-face with Jungkook, who was staring at him with an intensity that made Jin’s heart race.

Before Jin could say anything, Jungkook grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, their chests pressing together. Jin's breath hitched as Jungkook's eyes roamed over his face, dark and unreadable.

"J-Jungkook..." Jin started, but his words were cut off when Jungkook’s lips crashed onto his. This kiss was different from the others—more forceful, more desperate. It was as if Jungkook had been holding back and had finally let go. Jin could feel the raw hunger in the way Jungkook's lips moved against his, claiming him.

Jin’s body reacted on its own, his hands finding their way to Jungkook’s shoulders as he tried to steady himself, but Jungkook wasn’t letting him go. Instead, Jungkook's hands slid down to Jin’s waist, gripping him firmly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing Jin’s lips until he parted them, allowing Jungkook to invade his mouth. Jin couldn’t think—he was lost in the heat of the moment, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of Jungkook’s kiss.

Jungkook growled lowly against Jin’s lips, pulling him closer, as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands moved up Jin’s back, gripping his shirt and pulling him even tighter against him. Jin gasped into the kiss, his mind spinning as he felt Jungkook’s hands wandering lower, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the waistband of Jin’s pants.

“J-Jungkook, wait…” Jin tried to speak, but his words were lost as Jungkook’s lips moved to his neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. Jin’s body shivered, his knees weakening under Jungkook’s relentless assault. Every kiss, every touch sent waves of heat coursing through his veins, making it impossible to think straight.

Jungkook's hand slid beneath Jin's shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of Jin's back, sending shivers down his spine. Jin let out a small moan, unable to hold back the sound as Jungkook's lips found that spot on his neck that made his head spin. Jungkook smirked against Jin's skin, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on him.

"Jungkook—" Jin gasped, his voice breathy as he tried to regain some control, but it was no use. Jungkook had him completely under his spell.

In one swift movement, Jungkook lifted Jin up, pushing him against the wall, his body pinning Jin in place as their lips crashed together again. This time, it wasn’t just a kiss—it was more than that. Jin could feel the heat radiating off Jungkook, the way his body pressed against him, how his hands gripped Jin’s hips possessively. It was a kiss that spoke of desire, of something far deeper.

Jin’s mind was spinning, his body responding to Jungkook in ways he hadn’t expected. He could feel the heat pooling in his core, the ache growing inside him as Jungkook’s hands roamed freely over his body. His breath hitched as Jungkook’s fingers found the waistband of his pants, tugging slightly, teasing him.

Jin’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew things were getting out of control, and yet he didn’t want Jungkook to stop. He was drowning in the intensity, the overwhelming need that Jungkook ignited in him.

Just when Jin thought he might completely lose himself, Jungkook pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at Jin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Jungkook whispered, his voice husky and full of raw need. His hands still rested on Jin’s waist, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he were holding back from going any further—at least for now.