Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

10

Jungkook sat at the pristine dining table across from Haejin's father, his heart racing in his chest. The man, Mr. Park, was an imposing figure, his stern face creased with years of experience in business and life. His cold, calculating eyes seemed to peer directly into Jungkook's soul, sizing him up as if determining whether or not he was worthy of his daughter.

"You're serious about my Haejin, I hear," Mr. Park said, his voice a low rumble, breaking the silence that had stretched on far too long.

Jungkook swallowed, his palms sweating slightly. He nodded, forcing a confident smile. "Yes, sir. I love her very much."

Mr. Park leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as if weighing the words carefully. "Love is one thing, young man. But do you understand the responsibility? Haejin is everything to me. She's my life. If anything-anything-were to happen to her, I would destroy whoever was responsible."

The words hit Jungkook like a sledgehammer, his stomach twisting into knots. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. "I... I understand, sir," he said, his voice steady despite the growing pressure. "I would never let anything happen to her. She means everything to me too."

Mr. Park watched him for a moment longer, the tension thick in the air. Then, to Jungkook's surprise, the older man's expression softened slightly, a subtle nod of approval crossing his features. "Good," he finally said, his voice gruff but no longer as harsh. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Jungkook let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Relief washed over him, and he smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Park stood up from the table, gesturing toward the door. "Go on, now. Haejin's waiting for you upstairs. But remember," his voice dropped to a low warning, "I'm watching."

Jungkook nodded quickly and stood, bowing slightly in respect before making his way toward Haejin's room. As he walked up the stairs, he could feel the weight of Mr. Kim's words lingering in his mind. The man had been testing him, no doubt, trying to see if Jungkook was worthy of his precious daughter. It was a test Jungkook knew he couldn't afford to fail.

When he reached Haejin's door, he knocked lightly before opening it. Haejin was sitting by the window, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up with a bright smile the moment she saw him.

"Jungkook!" she exclaimed, rushing over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "How did it go with my dad? Was he scary?"

Jungkook chuckled, pulling her into a soft kiss before answering. "Scary? Yeah, you could say that," he admitted, smiling against her lips. "But I think I passed his little test."

Haejin giggled, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "Good. I told you he'd come around eventually. He's just... protective."

"Protective is one way to put it," Jungkook muttered, recalling the not-so-subtle threat Mr. Park had made. He let it go for now, focusing on Haejin instead.

They stood together for a moment, wrapped in each other's embrace. The world outside seemed to melt away as Jungkook kissed her again, deeper this time. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she giggled softly against his lips.

"You're terrible," she teased, swatting him lightly on the chest. "What if my dad catches us?"

"He already warned me, so I figure I might as well make it worth the risk," Jungkook replied with a grin, his hands roaming up her back as he leaned in for another kiss.

They spent the next while tangled in each other's arms, the playful flirtation giving way to more tender, intimate moments. Jungkook's heart swelled with affection for Haejin, and for a little while, everything felt perfect.