❝I ought to fuck the brat out of you until you can't talk back."❞
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❝But you won't❞
Jimin, the privileged class president, hides his relationship with Kai from everyone until Jungkook threatens to blow their secret wide open. With a career...
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Chapter 7
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The private room at The Viper's Den was everything Jungkook loved: lavish, decadent, and drenched in shadows.
The walls were lined with black velvet, a golden chandelier casting fractured light across the low seating and polished floor.
It was a room designed for intimacy, secrecy, and control.
Jimin stepped inside without hesitation, the click of his boots echoing against the silence as Jungkook followed.
The air grew heavier, the music from the club outside muffled to a faint thrum.
Red.
Anger.
That seems to be the only thing Jungkook seems to see. The only thing he could feel.
Raging through him coursing through his bloodstream and pulsing in his brain.
Jungkook slammed the door shut behind them, his hand lingering on the knob as if he needed a moment to rein in the torrent of emotions surging through him.
Jimin stood in the center of the room, arms crossed, head cocked to the side, his smug grin practically daring Jungkook to snap.
The air between them was electric, crackling with tension so thick it was suffocating.
Jungkook turned slowly, his dark gaze raking over Jimin's lithe frame like a predator surveying his prey. "You think this is funny, don't you?"
His voice was low, rough-dangerous. Jimin's smirk widened, his teeth grazing his lower lip. "A little. You're so easy to rile up, Jungkookie."
That voice. That infuriatingly sweet, mocking voice.
The nickname new yet Jungkook loved the way Jimin said it, the way it escaped his lips.
Fuck.
Jungkook's jaw ticked, and in two quick strides, he was in Jimin's space, close enough that their chests almost touched. His hand shot out, gripping Jimin's jaw firmly and tilting his head up so their eyes locked.
"You've got a smart mouth," Jungkook growled, his voice dripping with frustration.
"Maybe I should teach you what happens to brats who don't know when to stop.
