"So you're just gonna keep playing house with Kai? One whisper and I'll expose your little secret. You know what I want, and deep down, you're begging for it."
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"You think I'd ever give in to you? You're just a cocky bully."
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Chapter four
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Jungkook woke up with a jolt, the early morning light streaming in through the wide windows of his bedroom.
He blinked, staring up at the ceiling, the last traces of sleep fading away as the events of yesterday replayed in his head.
The kiss.
His jaw clenched instinctively, fingers curling into the silk sheets beneath him.
He hadn't planned on that.
Hell, he never acted on impulse. That was the thing about him-Jungkook was calculated. He always knew his next move.
But yesterday, with Jimin, something had slipped. Something inside him had flared up, and before he even knew what he was doing, his lips had crashed against Jimin's.
What the hell was that about?
Frustration bubbled beneath his skin as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The enormous room around him felt too quiet, too calm for the whirlwind going on inside his head.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He was meant to take his time, make Jimin desperate for him, drive him to the edge until Jimin couldn't resist anymore.
But instead, he had been the one to act first. He had been the one who kissed Jimin.
"Amateur move, Jeon."
Jungkook ran a hand through his tousled hair, pushing the lingering warmth of the kiss to the back of his mind.
He had to get back in control. The game wasn't supposed to unfold like this, especially not so soon.
Yesterday had just been a moment of weakness, a crack in his usual restraint.
That was all.
He wouldn't let it happen again.
His room, large and meticulously decorated with modern, expensive furnishings, reflected the kind of lifestyle Jungkook had always been used to.
His parents-successful, well-off, and endlessly supportive-had made sure he never lacked anything growing up.
The high ceilings, the oversized bed, the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline-it was all a testament to the kind of life he lived.
But even in this sanctuary of wealth and privilege, Jungkook felt a flicker of something he rarely did-uncertainty.
Why had he lost control around Jimin?
He wasn't supposed to be affected like this. People fell into his orbit, not the other way around. He was the one who called the shots, the one who kept his cool while others lost theirs.
