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❤︎𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 60❤︎

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His mouth on yours was hungry, desperate. He poured all his emotions into the kiss, trying to convey what he couldn't put into words. He'd missed this, the taste of your lips, the feel of your body against his. It was like a drug, and he craved more.

He spun you around, pinning your back against the wall. He deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth. He wanted to taste you, to claim you as his. His hands roamed freely over your body, his possessive touch igniting a fire within both of you.

He had you caged between the wall and his body, his hands cupping your jaw, angling your face for better access to your mouth. He was greedy, taking and taking, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. But he knew it was the same for you. Your hands were roaming his body, your moans muffled by his kisses. You were just as desperate as he was, just as desperate for this connection between you.

His mouth moved from your lips, to your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before he found that sweet spot that drove you crazy.
"Ungh~" You moaned, your voice sending shivers down his spine. It stirred something primal within him, heightening his need for you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, to take in the flush on your cheeks, the half-lidded eyes, the swollen lips. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer so you could feel the evidence of his arousal. He wanted you, all of you, and he wanted you now.

The words were at the tip of his tongue. He wanted to lay you down on the bed, to make you his once more. But then he saw the bandage on your wrist, a stark reminder of what he'd done, what he was about to do.

He closed his eyes, his forehead resting against yours, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. He took a step back, distancing himself from you, from the temptation. He needed to think, to gather his thoughts.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking at you. You were leaned against the wall, a mix of confusion and hurt on your face. He hated himself for causing that look on you.

He forced himself to speak, his voice low and hoarse. "I-" he started, but the words got lodged in his throat. He wanted to explain, to make you understand, but how could he?

He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. "I'm sorry," he managed to force out, his voice heavy with regret.

You pushed yourself off the wall, your voice shaky. "S-sorry?" you repeated, hurt and anger mixing in your eyes. "You're sorry?"

You stepped closer, your finger jabbing his chest. "You're sorry For hurting me?
Tell me-
You're sorry for touching me?" Your voice cracked, and you hit his chest again as you sobbed. "Or You're sorry for loving me? Hah-"

You hit his chest again, your eyes blazing with tears. "Tell me, Jungkook, what are you sorry for?"

"Stop, please," he pleaded, his voice nearly a whisper. Each hit against his chest felt like a dagger through his heart. He couldn't bear to see you like this, the pain he caused you etched so clearly on your face.

He reached out, trying to take your hand, but you slapped it away, your eyes filled with tears. "You can't even touch me," you laughed humorlessly, a bitter smile on your face. "Because you don't see me as your woman anymore." Your voice cracked, and your body shook with sobs. "You see me as a stranger," the words felt like acid on your tongue, "someone who you pity and feel sorry for."

Those words hit him like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of him. "No," he croaked, shaking his head. He couldn't believe you'd think that, couldn't bear to even consider it. He saw you as his world, his life, his everything. How could you think he saw you as a stranger?