Crossed Paths (Jungkook ff)

8. (●'◡'●)

Y/N POV-

Just as I reached the hallway near the exam rooms, I felt a sudden tug on my wrist. Before I could react, I was yanked into a dark, empty classroom, and my back slammed against the door with a thud. My heart raced as I struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

I hadn't seen him in a month, and the shock of his presence hit me like a tidal wave. For a moment, his eyes widened in surprise, but then he quickly masked it, his expression hardening. His tall frame loomed over me, and his hand pressed firmly against the door, holding me in place. His voice was deep and demanding when he spoke.

"What are you doing here?"

I blinked, my mind racing to catch up. This was my college-where else would I be? His question seemed ridiculous, and the way he stared at me made my frustration bubble to the surface.

"I mean... this is my college," I retorted. "What do you think I'm doing here?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk that set my teeth on edge. "Oh, so you're a student?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery, as if the idea itself was amusing to him.

I felt the irritation flaring up inside me. "Obviously," I snapped, rolling my eyes. "What else would I be?"

That damn smirk of his didn't disappear. It just deepened, and it made my blood boil. His arrogance was infuriating. He was the last person I wanted to see, especially after that night at the club-the night I threw a drink in his face. I'd heard rumors about him and his so-called "team." as my friends mentioned. But I didn't dare to ask.

As I glared at him, I could feel the tension building in the room. His eyes flicked to my lips for the briefest second before locking back onto mine. There was a dangerous energy between us, a pull I couldn't quite explain. It was unsettling how close he was, how his presence seemed to overwhelm every inch of space in that classroom.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping us both out of whatever moment that had been. His jaw clenched, and irritation flashed across his face as he glanced at the screen. He cursed under his breath.

"Move," he ordered, his voice low and filled with authority, as if I had been the one who pulled us into this mess.

I stood there, completely thrown off. He had yanked me into this room, pinned me against the door, and now he was giving me orders? Before I could form a coherent thought, Jungkook's arm shot out again. This time, he grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer, the heat of his body radiating through my clothes. My breath hitched as I found myself mere inches from his face, his breath brushing against my skin.

"When I give an order, you follow," he whispered in a voice so low and dangerous it sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes darkened with intensity, and for a moment, fear mixed with something I couldn't quite place raced through me. My pulse quickened, my mind scrambling to figure out how to respond.

I wanted to push him away, to say something biting, but I couldn't. My voice refused to cooperate, and all I could do was stare at him, trying to steady my breathing.

Without another word, Jungkook released me. I stumbled slightly as I tried to regain my balance, still reeling from the sudden shift in the atmosphere. He took a step back, his eyes still locked on me, but there was something new in them now-something I hadn't noticed before.

Amusement flickered in his gaze, along with a spark of something I couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't the soft gaze of someone about to apologize or explain-it was a challenge, a game he was daring me to figure out. His lips curled into a smirk again, but this time, there was more behind it.