𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 36

But even as you said the words, you could feel your heart rate quicken as your fingers brushed against his bare skin. It was becoming increasingly difficult to deny the effect he had on you.

You look at his side neck- as you tried to remove the chain from there-
The chain is from his neck to his back- and waist-

"They must be uncomfortable for you- right- Am sorry for designing like that-

Jungkook chuckled,
"Hey, don't worry about it," he said, his voice slightly strained as you continued to work on the chain. "It's part of the outfit. I'm used to it."

Even as he spoke, however, he couldn't help but wince a little as you tried to pull the chain from his neck. It was definitely digging into his skin more than he'd like to admit.

You noticed his wince and immediately stopped pulling on the chain, not wanting to hurt him further.

"It's hurting you, isn't it?" you asked, your voice filled with concern. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"

He shrugged, trying to play it off, but the faint tightness around his eyes betrayed his discomfort.

you took his hand made him sit on the bed- before standing between his legs- you leaned down- trying to remove the chain carefully.

As you worked on the chain, he couldn't help but admire your determined expression. Despite your earlier anger, you were now focusing solely on helping him, your touch light and careful so as not to hurt him.

you annoyedly huffed "Who the hell- help you to wear it?"

He chuckled at your frustrated question,
"The staff girls, of course," he replied.

your hand stopped midway- you narrowly stared him "A girl?"

He raised an eyebrow at your suddenly stilled hands and your sharp tone. Was that jealousy he heard? He wanted to grin, but forced himself to remain neutral.

"Yeah... a girl," he confirmed matter-of-factly.

He waited for a moment, letting the silence grow. He knew you well enough to know that you were probably stewing in jealousy and annoyance at the thought of some girl getting to dress him up.

You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your annoyance in check. The thought of some random girl's hands on his body, putting on his outfit, it made your blood boil. But you weren't about to admit that to him. He didn't need to know the effect he had on you.

"You know what- GO and ask her to help you."

As you started to pull away, he quickly grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. He had to bite back a smile. You were so easy to read, especially when it came to your jealousy. But he decided to play along a little longer.

"Why would I ask her when I have you right here?" he asked, his tone innocent but his eyes sparkling with mischief.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

You tried to yank your wrist away, annoyed at how easily he could read your emotions. ""I'm not interested in helping you," you retorted, trying to sound aloof. "Go ask that girl..."

But your words were betraying you, your voice laced with a hint of possessiveness that you couldn't quite conceal. you grumbled, but your protests were weak at best. His fingers were wrapped around your wrist, sending little shivers down your spine. You hated how much power he had over you.

He knew you were trying to deny your feelings, but he could see right through your facade. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You're just jealous," he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Admit it, you want me all to yourself."