𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter fourty three

"Jungkook..." I whispered, barely able to believe my eyes.

"Sheesh," he whispered, his finger pressing firmly against my lips, cutting off my words.

His gaze locked onto mine, sharp and piercing, as if he were searching for something hidden within me. I could feel the weight of his eyes, every flicker of his expression deliberate and consuming.

"Jungkook, what are you-" I tried to move, but he held me strongly in place.

"Don't..." he murmured, his voice low, almost pleading. He leaned closer, his face now mere inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin.

I froze, my words caught in my throat. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths. They were soft, yet vulnerable, like an open wound. It was as if he was silently begging me to stay quiet, to just be still for a moment.

His gaze roamed my face, drinking in every detail. I felt like he was reading my soul, like he could see every hidden fear and desire. Time stood still as we just looked at each other, the world around us melting away.

"...Don't say anything. Let me just-" His fingers brushed lightly against my cheek, the touch so soft it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, as he let his hand drop from my lips.

"...Lemme just look at you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but his words carried an intensity that made it hard for me to move. His eyes wandered, lingering on my lips before returning to meet my gaze, the connection between us unbroken.

I caught the faint scent of his cologne-refreshing and minty-but it was laced with something else: the unmistakable tang of alcohol. He was drunk, that much was clear.

Still, I stood there, unmoving, my breath caught in my throat as I stared back into his eyes. There was something raw, unspoken, in the way he looked at me, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to fall away.

Time seemed to slow, every second heavy with tension, until I broke the silence with a whisper, "Jungkook..." His only response was a low hum as he leaned closer, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

"Are you drunk?" I asked softly, my voice barely audible, but he didn't reply right away. He stayed there, unmoving, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt him nuzzle closer as though he were savoring the moment, inhaling deeply as if committing the scent of me to memory.

Silence. No answer. Nothing at all-

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he muttered, "Just...a little." His voice was soft, vulnerable-a far cry from the composed, commanding tone I was used to.

I stayed still, unsure of how to react. Something about his state tugged at me, an ache deep inside as I sensed the hidden pain laced in his words. Yet, I couldn't ignore the risk-the danger of him being here, especially like this.

I exhaled a shaky sigh, ready to speak, "Ju-"

"Do you get it?" A sharp voice sliced through the silence, startling me into freezing. Not too hard to figure out who it was. It was Ethan, his tone cold, loud, and authoritative, likely speaking to someone on the phone.

My gaze darted to the closed door, panic swelling in my chest as I heard his footsteps approaching, deliberate and growing louder with each second.

He was heading this way.

He-he can't find Jungkook and me in here-in his damn room.

Panic surged through me as my eyes darted back to Jungkook, still unbothered and calm, his face nestled against my neck. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him away urgently.