𝐉𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐟𝐬 || 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤||

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ( 𝐆𝐋 𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 )

Jungkook couldn't keep her hands off Jimin. Every chance she got, she pulled her closer, whispered things in her ear that made Jimin blush, made her body shiver. It wasn't just the kissing, the touches-Jungkook's control over her was something else. And Jimin hated how much she wanted it.

But things got complicated when Yoongi- Jungkook's uncle-showed up at the university one day. He was a quiet, mysterious guy, but the moment he stepped into the cafeteria, Jimin felt a weird connection. Like she knew him from somewhere.

"Yoongi!" Jungkook snapped, walking over to him with a scowl. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Yoongi's eyes flicked toward Jimin, and something in his gaze changed. He didn't smile, didn't wave, but he gave her a look that made Jimin's skin prickle. "Just visiting," he muttered, then turned to Jungkook. "Who's this?"

Jungkook's hand shot out, wrapping possessively around Jimin's waist. "Mine," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Jimin froze. What the fuck was happening?

Yoongi didn't say anything at first. He just looked at Jungkook, his eyes narrowing. "Are you sure?"

Jungkook didn't respond. She was too busy glaring at Yoongi, not noticing Jimin's growing confusion.

Then, as if on cue, Mimi-Jimin's mom-walked in. She froze when she saw Yoongi. The air between them was thick with something unsaid, something painful.

"Mimi?" Jimin asked, her voice shaky.

Mimi turned slowly, her face pale. "Jimin," she said softly, almost like a warning.

Jungkook's eyes flicked between the two of them. "What the hell's going on?"

Mimi finally spoke, her voice tight. "Yoongi was once my husband," she said quietly, her gaze never leaving Yoongi. "We divorced years ago. But he... he never really let go."

Jimin blinked, her mind spinning. She didn't know this. She didn't know anything about Yoongi and Mimi's past.

Jungkook was silent for a moment, her hand still on Jimin's waist. Then she laughed bitterly. "Of course, this would happen." Her voice was cold, sharp. "You' re my uncle's ex. And I've been fucking his daughter."

Jimin's heart dropped. Everything clicked into place, but it didn't make sense. She had been falling for Jungkook, and now, she realized, it wasn't just her that Jungkook was tied to.

Yoongi's expression darkened, his jaw clenching. "She's my niece. Stay the fuck away from her, Jimin."

Jungkook stepped forward, towering over Yoongi. "No," she growled. "She's mine now. And I'm not letting anyone take her from me."

Jimin's chest tightened. She looked at Mimi, who was standing there, lost in her own thoughts. Then, slowly, Jimin turned to Jungkook. "I don't know what to do anymore."

Jungkook stepped closer, her hand sliding to Jimin's chin, tilting her head up. "Don't worry about them," she said softly, her voice rough with desire. "They don't matter. What matters is you and me. No one else gets to have you."

Jimin's breath hitched. She wanted to pull away, wanted to run, but she couldn't. Her body was pulled toward Jungkook like a magnet, like she was meant to be with her.

"Jungkook..." Jimin whispered.

"Shh," Jungkook said, leaning in and kissing her deeply. "We' re gonna figure this out. You're not going anywhere."

As they kissed, Jimin let everything else fade away. Yoongi, Mimi, the past-all of it felt like a distant memory. She couldn't think straight. All she could focus on was Jungkook, the way she made her feel, the way her heart raced every time they were close.

When they pulled apart, Jungkook's eyes were burning with intensity. "You' re mine, Jimin. No one's taking you from me. Not even Yoongi, not even your mom."

Jimin swallowed hard. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew one thing-she couldn't stay away from Jungkook, no matter how fucked up things got.

And for the first time, she didn't want to.

Jungkook was done playing nice.

The past few days had been a whirlwind. She' d pushed everyone aside-Yoongi, Mimi, even the stupid guys who tried to look at Jimin-and now, it was just them. Just her and Jimin.

She couldn't wait any longer. It was time to end the game.

Jimin had been acting strange lately, keeping her distance, avoiding her touch. Jungkook noticed the way her eyes flickered nervously when she looked at her. It pissed her off.

She wasn't used to being ignored, and she damn sure wasn't going to let it happen now.

Jungkook found Jimin alone in the library, sitting at a corner table with her head down, scribbling something on a piece of paper. The sight of her like that-so fucking innocent-drove Jungkook wild. She walked up, slamming her hands on the table, making Jimin jump in her seat.

"What the fuck is going on with you, Jimin?" Jungkook's voice was low, dangerous. "You' ve been avoiding me, acting like I'm some kind of fucking stranger."

Jimin looked up, her wide eyes full of panic. "I' m not... I'm just thinking. This is too much."

Jungkook's eyes darkened. "Too much? Too much for who? You're the one who wanted this. You' re the one who fucking kissed me back." She leaned forward, her face inches from Jimin' s. "So don't you dare act like you don't want it. I'm done playing games."

Jimin swallowed, her breath shallow. She could feel the tension in the air, the heat radiating from Jungkook's body. She was torn, confused, but she couldn't ignore the pull she felt. She was scared, but at the same time, she was fucking addicted to it.

Jungkook gripped Jimin's wrist, pulling her to her feet. "You don't get to push me away, baby. You' re mine, and I'm making sure everyone knows it."

"Jungkook... we can' t... this is wrong," Jimin whispered, her voice trembling. "What about your uncle? What about my mom?"

Jungkook's grip tightened on Jimin's wrist. "Fuck them," she spat. "What matters is us. Nobody else."

Jimin shook her head, her heart racing. "I don't know if I can handle this."

Jungkook smirked, her hands sliding to Jimin's waist, pulling her in. "You' Il handle it, Jimin. You have no choice."

Before Jimin could respond, Jungkook crashed her lips to hers, silencing all her doubts. The kiss was fierce, hungry, a claim more than anything else. Jimin's heart pounded in her chest as Jungkook's hands roamed, touching, caressing, marking her as hers.

Jimin moaned against her lips, her hands trembling as she gripped Jungkook's shirt. She didn't know how to stop herself, didn't want to. It felt too good, too right, and the way Jungkook was kissing her... it was like she was trying to consume her whole.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their eyes locked. Jungkook smirked, running her thumb over Jimin's swollen lips. "Told you," she whispered. "You belong to me now. No one else."

Jimin nodded weakly, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of the kiss. She felt like she was drowning in Jungkook's power, and she couldn't care less.

Jungkook was everything she'd ever wanted, even if it scared the shit out of her. "I... I don't know if I can stop this," Jimin admitted quietly.

"You don't have to," Jungkook replied, her voice dark with promise. "You' Il never want to stop."

Jimin could feel the truth in her words. There was no escape. She was already too far gone.

Jungkook smirked again, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."

And just like that, everything else faded away. Nothing mattered but the two of them. The rest of the world could burn for all Jimin cared. She was with Jungkook now, and nothing would change that.

The game was over.

And Jungkook had won.

"They didn't need permission to love; they needed each other."

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