His grip tightens around my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The roughness of his touch contrasts sharply with my yearning for something gentle, yet it ignites a fire within me that I can't deny. "I am not gentle my canvas, I like it rough." His words, spoken in that deep, husky voice, send waves of excitement coursing through my body, leaving me breathless and longing for more. Where in Taehyung's world, love speaks through soft gestures and tender caresses, Jungkook's presence stands out, his aura as bold as his words, contrasting with Taehyung's delicate touch. Short story! *The rightful owner is given credit in the book cover* _______________________________ It's a fictional book I do not have any intention to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it as your heart