❝I ought to fuck the brat out of you until you can't talk back."❞
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❝But you won't❞
Jimin, the privileged class president, hides his relationship with Kai from everyone until Jungkook threatens to blow their secret wide open. With a career...
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Chapter 3
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Jungkook captured Jimin's lips in a fierce kiss, stealing his breath and leaving him reeling.
The kiss was electrifying, overwhelming.
Jimin's thoughts shattered into a million pieces as he felt Jungkook's mouth move against his, the urgency and hunger sending sparks through him.
This wasn't just a simple kiss; it was a promise, a declaration of the twisted arrangement they had just established.
Jimin's heart raced, confusion and excitement clashing within him.
He wanted to pull away, to push Jungkook back and reclaim his space, but at that moment, he was paralyzed, caught in the intensity of the moment.
And just like that, it was over. So why was he low-key disappointed?
Did he perhaps.....
Like it?
Jungkook pulled away, leaving Jimin breathless and confused.
"Now, we've sealed the deal," Jungkook said a triumphant smile on his face.
He stepped back, leaving Jimin standing there, heart pounding, mind racing, as the reality of what had just transpired settled over him like a thick fog.
The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, yet Jungkook seemed calm-too calm, considering what he'd demanded.
Jimin's chest felt tight as he watched Jungkook, who now sat casually on one of the benches, his dark eyes fixed on him with a look of triumph.
There was no going back. Jimin had agreed, not because he wanted to, but because he had no other choice.
He could feel his pulse racing, could still taste the bitterness of that kiss on his lips-the kiss that had sealed his fate.
His heart was heavy, guilt bubbling inside him.
Kai.
How would he even face Kai now, knowing what he was being forced to do?
How long could he keep this secret, this arrangement, from him?
It felt like a ticking time bomb.
Jungkook got up slightly, yawning as he turned his back to Jimin, but before walking out, he paused at the door, throwing one last glance over his shoulder.
His eyes glinted with a mixture of arrogance and satisfaction, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.
"You know, President, I have to say, for someone who plays by all the rules, you sure kiss like you've been waiting for me to break a few."
