His but Never Mine - J.JK × K.SJ FF

Home Alone : Wrong... But It Felt So Right.

Jin sat on the couch, the remnants of the heated kiss still lingering on his lips, his heart racing wildly in his chest. He was shocked and confused, caught in a whirlwind of emotions he never expected to feel for Jungkook. The warmth of Jungkook’s body was still imprinted on him, and the intensity of that moment replayed in his mind like a loop.

He had always seen Jungkook as a little brother, someone he needed to protect. But now, everything felt different.

Why had it changed?

Why had he enjoyed it so much? The way Jungkook had pleaded, I want you… Please be mine, hyung, sent shivers down his spine, igniting something deep within him that he couldn't quite grasp.

It was as if a dam had broken, flooding him with feelings he had tried to bury.

Jin pressed his palms against his cheeks, feeling the heat rise within him, his confusion morphing into desire.

The memory of Jungkook’s lips against his was intoxicating, a taste he couldn't shake off.

What had happened to the boundaries he thought were unbreakable?

Why did everything feel so exhilaratingly wrong yet utterly right at the same time?

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Meanwhile, in the solitude of his bedroom, Jungkook leaned against the wall, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions crashing over him.

The kiss had shattered his carefully constructed walls, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He could still feel the softness of Jin’s lips, the sweetness that had enveloped him like a drug, making him crave more.

The taste lingered on his tongue, and he couldn’t help but smile, a mix of disbelief and pure joy flooding him. He had really kissed Jin. It wasn’t a dream—it was real, and the realization sent a thrill through him. The years of desperation and yearning for this moment surged to the forefront of his mind, leaving him breathless.

But even in the midst of his euphoria, Jungkook felt a turbulent storm brewing inside him. He was torn between the overwhelming urge to pull Jin closer, to lose himself completely in that connection, and the fear of crossing a line he had never dared to imagine crossing. The intensity of his feelings threatened to overwhelm him, but he held on to the last vestiges of control.

He closed his eyes, replaying the kiss in his mind. It was everything he had ever fantasized about and more. He had dreamed of holding Jin, of feeling that warmth, but now that it was real, it felt surreal—like floating in a dream where everything was possible and nothing was forbidden. The weight of his longing had been lifted, yet it left behind a sense of urgency that he couldn’t ignore.

“What have I done?” Jungkook muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. “What if I ruin everything?”

But the thought of Jin’s shy smile, the way he had looked at Jungkook with uncertainty and surprise, only fueled Jungkook’s desire. He felt as if he were teetering on the edge of something monumental, and for once, he wanted to leap into the unknown.

With a determination fueled by years of suppressed feelings, Jungkook took a deep breath and made his decision. He wouldn’t hold back anymore. He would fight for what he wanted, and right now, he wanted Jin.

Gathering his courage, he stepped out of his room, each step echoing in the silence of the house, his heart racing as he approached the living room. As he entered, he found Jin still seated on the couch, looking lost in thought, a look of confusion marring his usually bright features.

“Jin hyung,” Jungkook said softly, stepping closer, feeling the familiar tension crackling in the air again. “We need to talk.”

Jin looked up, his eyes wide, and Jungkook could see the uncertainty flickering in them. But Jungkook also saw something else—something that made his heart swell with hope.