"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 7 ✶————✶————✶
The night had been a haze of bodies and noise, but none of it had been enough.
Jungkook had taken the girl back to his penthouse, knowing full well she was just a placeholder, a fleeting distraction to quiet the storm in his mind.
Her perfume was cloying, her laughter shrill, but he’d let her climb into his lap anyway, hoping the press of her lips and the scrape of her nails would silence the thought that wouldn’t leave him.
Park Jimin.
Even as the girl trailed kisses down his neck, Jungkook’s mind betrayed him. He saw Jimin instead—soft, trembling, and so utterly breakable.
The image gripped him with an intensity that made his breath hitch, his grip on the girl tightening involuntarily as she moved against him.
“Jungkook,” she murmured, misreading his reaction as passion.
But it wasn’t her he was thinking about.
He imagined Jimin’s velvet skin beneath his hands, his plush thighs parting as Jungkook slid between them.
His mind painted a vivid picture of Jimin's soft, gasping moans—sounds that would tumble from his lips as Jungkook’s fingers teased over every inch of him.
He could almost feel the heat of Jimin’s body, the way it would arch and twist, his every movement begging for more.
The girl’s lips moved lower, her hands wandering, but the moment felt hollow.
Lifeless.
Jungkook clenched his jaw, tilting his head back against the headboard as his mind refused to let him escape.
He pictured Jimin beneath him instead, bare and vulnerable, his eyes wide with both fear and desire.
The way his body would yield, pliant and obedient, trembling with every thrust until he couldn’t take any more.
A low growl escaped Jungkook, startling the girl. She paused, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone sultry, but it grated against his nerves.
He didn’t bother answering. Instead, he grabbed her hips, flipping her beneath him. If he couldn’t have Jimin, he’d take out his frustration here.
