Naeun felt her heart racing like a drum when Jungkook gently kissed her. His warm lips brought a spark of excitement, and she could feel his hands softly wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer—as if he wanted to connect their souls in that magical moment.
But their happiness didn't last long. In a cruel twist of fate, another girl who tried to take advantage of Jungkook while he was unconscious faced serious consequences and lost her job. Ironically, Naeun was then chosen to take care of him as he recovered, a role that would change everything for her.
When Naeun first started working at the facility two years ago, she was instantly drawn to Jungkook. His charm and natural grace made a significant impression on her, but she never dared to talk to him, especially since he kept to himself due to his struggles.
Now, as she cared for Jungkook, her heart was filled with longing and tenderness. But the situation was complicated; he was heavily medicated and unaware of everything happening around him—including Naeun and the feelings she had for him. It was a stroke of luck that the director placed her in this important role, bringing her closer to the man she admired from a distance. She hoped that one day, when he woke up, he would not only return to the world around him but also notice her feelings.
On that fateful day, when she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder, a wave of desperation washed over her. She pleaded softly, her voice barely above a whisper, begging him to utter just a single word, anything at all. Yet, to her dismay, there was no response; silence enveloped them like a thick fog. She could only feel the rhythmic thump of his steady heartbeat, a reminder of the man she longed to connect with as she tightened her embrace, trying to bridge the widening chasm between them.
As moments slipped by, she grappled with a decision gnawed at her conscience. With a heavy heart, she resolved to stop giving him the medicine. Then the one who had started to reclaim control over his body and soul, she felt an irresistible pull towards him. Each gentle touch and passionate kiss ignited a fire within her that she couldn't ignore; she was consumed by a longing that seemed to grow stronger each day.
Over time, her desire morphed into an obsession. She yearned for him in a way that felt almost primal, dreaming of him making love to her every single day. Yet, despite her fervent wishes, that passion remained unfulfilled. After their intimate encounters—two in quick succession—something shifted. The tender Jungkook who had once embraced her with open arms began to recede, leaving behind an unsettling emptiness.
Days turned into weeks as she waited in vain, her heart anchored in hope. Each time the effects of the drug wore off, the other Jungkook emerged—the one who seemed to carry a disdain for her. His gaze was like ice, cold and indifferent every time their eyes met, sending shivers down her spine. In those moments, she felt invisible, trapped in a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions, desperately longing for the warmth of the man she had fallen for, only to be met with the harsh chill of his aloofness.
She longed to wrap her arms around him, to pull him close and feel the warmth of his body against hers. His embrace filled her with comfort, but reality held her back. The others harbored feelings of resentment, casting glares that warned her to keep her distance from him. Those two made it clear they didn't want her presence near them, leaving her isolated.
A troubling thought troubled her: What if he had grown tired of her too? What if, after getting what he wanted, he decided he didn't want her anymore? She doubted his feelings for her with each passing moment and desperately wanted to talk to Jungkook about it. But the fear of ruining something so delicate kept her silent. She weighed the danger of showing her true feelings in such an uncertain time.
Then, out of the blue, he showed up. Naeun's heart raced at the sight of him. He walked toward you, and the atmosphere changed. She could see him leaning in, showing affection as his lips met yours. At that moment, her heart felt like it was breaking; a sharp pain surged through her, and tears started to fall. It felt as if a part of her was being ripped away, leaving her feeling empty and lost.
At that instant, she understood just how deeply she loved that Jungkook. He was the only one who filled her heart, and seeing him happy with someone else hurt her in a way she had never experienced.
***
Unable to suppress her emotions any longer, she felt a powerful urge to bridge the distance between them. After watching you disappear into the shadows, she sprinted towards the dimly lit corner where his cage stood, its cold steel bars glinting ominously in the fading light. A rush of despair washed over her as her palms pressed against the unforgiving metal. When their eyes met, a torrent of unspoken words and emotions surged within her, and tears began to well up, blurring her vision. Each tear was a testament to the heartache she felt for him.
Jungkook smirked. But he didn't move. He was still standing with his back against the wall as he was working his hand along his erection, his lips parted, sweat covering his forehead and neck. It was such a sexy image, and Naeun swallowed hard.
Jungkook could sense the tension in the air, a palpable distance between them that he was well aware of. It wasn't that he felt any arousal because of her, but rather the weight of her longing that drew his attention. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, her heart racing for him in a way that left her feeling both exhilarated and unwell. The desire that bloomed inside her was insatiable, more profound than she'd ever experienced.
As she began to peel off her shirt, revealing a glimpse of her skin, a teasing smirk spread across Jungkook's lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief, recognizing the battle within her—how she craved him despite the circumstances. "You missed me, didn't you, babe?" he teased, his laughter ringing like music, yet it stung her cheeks with an intense flush, unable to hide the heat that surged beneath his mocking gaze.
"Yes. Please. Come to me." The words escaped her lips in a fervent whisper, her fingers curling tightly around the cold steel bars that separated them—a desperate plea for closeness that was both thrilling and terrifying.
He regarded her with a playful glint, leaning closer as if to break the invisible barrier. "Someone may see, you know?" His voice was low, hinting at a danger that only made her desire burn brighter. The thrill of being caught sent shivers down her spine, and the world around them faded into a blur as she focused solely on the magnetic pull between them.
"I don't care. " Naeun breathed hard, her eyes shifting to his erection.
Jungkook felt a sharp twinge of conflict as he bit his lip, his thoughts swirling like a storm within him. The truth was stark and undeniable—he had long since lost interest in the girl who seemed to be vying for his attention. She had become a monotonous presence in his life, and her lack of genuine attraction to him only added to his growing sense of disconnection.
But now, he faced a dilemma that required immediate action; he had to get rid of the big problem down there. And she was the only disposable.
In the depths of his heart, Jungkook knew that his true desire lay elsewhere. The one who captivated his mind and ignited a fire in his soul was you. The very reason he stepped out into the world was for you—to catch a glimpse, to feel the magnetic pull that your essence exerted on him. Your scent, intoxicating and sweet, enveloped him, driving him to the brink of obsession. He yearned to possess you, to draw you close and explore the depths of the connection that he felt so strongly.
***
As you stepped into the dimly lit security room, the flickering monitors cast an eerie glow across your face. Taehyung, already seated in front of the screens, turned to you with a curious expression. "What happened with you, Y/N? Why so flustered?" His tone was teasing, but there was a genuine concern underlying his words.
You took a deep breath, attempting to collect your thoughts. "Nothing important that you should know," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze as you shifted your eyes towards the monitor Taehyung was intently studying.
You had come to the room with the sole purpose of discreetly observing Jungkook's behavior in your absence, hoping to understand what he felt when he thought you weren't around. But as you focused on the screen, a knot tightened in your stomach. The scene unfolding before you was entirely unexpected and left you utterly speechless.
Taehyung, ever perceptive, noticed the mixture of surprise and disappointment etched across your features. He had always been astute when it came to reading emotions, and it was clear to him that you harbored feelings for one of the boys—perhaps even all of them, though he hadn't yet pieced together the puzzle of your heart. For now, he couldn't help but revel in the sight of you grappling with your own feelings, a delightful twist in the story he was eager to unravel.
***
The next day, you felt a heavy weight pressing down on your chest, making it almost impossible to smile, even with the sweet boy standing right in front of you. His warm and genuine smile should have lifted your spirits, but instead, it only added to the confusion inside you, leaving you feeling empty. Memories of him and Naeun danced in your mind, replaying their intimate moments like a movie you couldn't stop watching, even when you wanted to. Each memory was so clear and painful, stirring up feelings of jealousy and uncertainty that you couldn't quite make sense of.
You struggled with a confusing mix of emotions. You couldn't understand why seeing him in that posture affected you so deeply, twisting your stomach in knots that wouldn't untangle. How did things get to this point? And why couldn't you shake off those haunting images?
At that moment, you thought you disliked that part of him—the part that was with Naeun, the one that shared those special moments with her. But deep down, you weren't sure if it was hatred or just a reaction to your own frustrations and insecurities. Everything felt so tangled and complicated, leaving you feeling lost in a whirlpool of feelings you couldn't explain.