𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

❤︎𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 57❤︎

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, a storm of emotions swirling within him-frustration, desires, He took a step closer, his body taut like a coiled spring, every muscle ready for the unexpected.

"Then tell me, why are you here?" he demanded, his voice a low growl, laced with an underlying tension that filled the air between you.

You chuckled softly, the sound light and mocking, your mask concealing the tumult of feelings that simmered just beneath the surface. You crossed your arms, leaning back slightly, your eyes scanning him, almost playful indifference.

"Why do you think I'm here, ma vie~?" you replied, your voice dripping with a sweet yet condescending tone that only seemed to stoke the fire of his irritation.

Jungkook shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his inner turmoil. He sighed heavily, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Y/N, this is not funny. Leave right now."

You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips,
"Why should I? I haven't done anything wrong~" you replied, a hint of innocence lacing your words.

Jungkook shot you a glare, his frustration mounting with every passing second.
"Y/N, you are not understanding. Okay, listen, I will talk with you tomorrow, yeah?" His voice trembled slightly, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides, a silent battle between wanting to confront you and the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, he didn't want you to go at all.

You studied him, your gaze slowly raking over his body, taking in every tense muscle and the way his brow furrowed in conflict. You stood up, stepping directly in front of him, and cupped his face gently in your hands, your touch both firm and tender. "Don't do this."

He froze, the warmth of your hands on his face sending a jolt through him, igniting a fire that he struggled to contain. His eyes locked onto yours, emotions warring within him-desire and frustration clashing like thunder and lightning.

You looked deep into his eyes, your expression earnest and pleading, as if trying to bridge the chasm between you. "Please, ma vie, don't do this," you repeated, your voice soft and imploring. "You're making a mistake."

He closed his eyes, the intensity of your gaze too much to bear, an overwhelming weight that threatened to crush him. In that moment, he longed to pull you into his arms, to hold you tightly and forget the world around him, to lose himself in the warmth of your presence.

But he couldn't.

He clenched his jaw, fighting against the urge to give in. His words emerged as a strangled whisper, barely audible. "You know I can't, Y/N..."

With a heavy heart, he removed your hands and turned away, walking towards the door, each step feeling like a betrayal to the longing that pulsed between you.

Your heart dropped, a mix of pain and frustration coursing through you like a tidal wave. In a burst of determination, you reached out, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back. You cupped his face once more, your heart racing as you pulled him closer, and in an instant, your lips crashed onto his. The kiss was fervent, a collision of emotions, as you poured everything you felt into that moment.

He was caught off-guard by the suddenness of your kiss, the feel of your lips on his igniting a spark that coursed through him. For a moment, he was torn, his mind screaming to push you away, to maintain control.

But then his instincts took over, and his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you close. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that spoke of desperation and longing.