Ink & Shadows

Jungkook is used to getting what he wants-fights, late-night thrills, the occasional one-night stand. But when he sets his sights on Kim Taehyung, the cold, unreadable literature student, he realizes this chase won't be easy.

Taehyung isn't impressed by Jungkook's flirting, his teasing touches, or the way he deliberately gets too close. No, Taehyung is calm, in control, and worst of all-completely unaffected.

Jungkook should let it go. But he doesn't.

Because when Taehyung finally snaps- *pinning him against a wall, voice a rough whisper against his ear* Jungkook realizes something dangerous.

Taehyung was never ignoring him. He was just waiting.

Waiting to see how far Jungkook would go before he broke.

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Excerpt:

Jungkook barely had time to breathe before his back hit the bookshelf, the scent of sandalwood and old books invading his senses as Taehyung crowded into his space.

Jungkook gasped, heart hammering against his ribs. "What, finally lost your patience with me?" He smirked, but it faltered when Taehyung's fingers wrapped around his throat-not tight, just enough to remind Jungkook exactly who was in control.

"You've been running your mouth all week," Taehyung murmured, his voice low, smooth, dangerous. "Tell me, Jungkook-do you ever get tired of begging for attention?"

Jungkook's breath hitched. His hands instinctively grabbed at Taehyung's wrist, but the older boy didn't budge.

"You think I'm begging?" he rasped, his voice barely steady. "Maybe you're just too scared to admit you want me."

Taehyung chuckled, dark and amused. Then, slowly-so agonizingly slow-he leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of Jungkook's ear.

"Want you?" His thumb pressed, just slightly, against Jungkook's pulse. "You're cute, Jeon. But I don't play with brats who don't know when to shut up."

Jungkook's knees nearly buckled.

Fuck.