You bolted from the room, a wave of anxiety crashing over you as the door clicked shut behind you. Leaning against the heavy wooden surface, you squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to escape the intensity of the moment. Jungkook's words echoed in your mind, each syllable slicing through your thoughts like a sharp knife, leaving you breathless and bewildered.
" You still think. And maybe that's why I find myself drawn to you so fiercely." you recalled, his voice resonating with an enchanting allure. A part of you wondered if that was the reason you were drawn to him so irresistibly. The realization settled heavily in your chest; the allure was both thrilling and terrifying.
You struggled to comprehend the enigma that was Jungkook. He was a labyrinth of contradictions-a soul painted in shades of light and dark. One moment, he enveloped you in warmth, his smile gentle and inviting, showing kindness that made your heart swell. Yet, in the blink of an eye, that sweetness could transform into something colder, something that chilled you to the bone. It was as if you were dancing on a knife's edge, heart racing and pulse quickening with every interaction.
Before discovering the truth behind his facade, you had been hopelessly in love with that tender side of him-the part that felt so genuine and real. But now, that semblance of purity began to unravel, and you found yourself grappling with the uncertainty of what was true and what was mere illusion.
Despite recognizing the danger that lurked in his unpredictable nature, you were inexplicably drawn to him. There was an undeniable fascination that seemed to consume you, leaving you ensnared in a web of emotions you couldn't decipher.
Your feelings were a chaotic storm, raging within you and blurring the lines of clarity. It was confusing, maddening even, trying to navigate through the haze of desire mixed with apprehension, and you couldn't help but wonder if this tumultuous connection would ever lead you to peace or simply deeper into chaos.
Moments later, the air crackled with tension and awkwardness when Naeun stopped in front of you, clearly wanting to get inside but you were kinda in her way. Your lips parted thinking about something meaningful to say to her. She was pissing you off. You couldn't believe she was that desperate to the point that she actually wanted to have sex with him even in front of the camera. She clearly knew about the security camera which was permanently pointed towards the bars in case Jungkook would try to commit suicide again or escape. But she still didn't care and actually let Jungkook giving it to her through the bars.
But your feelings of anger and disgust ran deeper than just the surface issue. There was an undercurrent of something else-a turmoil that you were desperate to ignore. It was a danger you couldn't afford to acknowledge, a feeling that tugged at your heart longingly but threatened to unravel the cautious facade you'd built. Your pride loomed over you like a dark cloud; it simply wouldn't allow you to succumb to your emotions, no matter how much you might have wanted to.
With a measured silence, you stepped aside, subtly guiding her path toward the door. Even as you did so, your glare remained fixed on her, an unyielding expression that betrayed your inner turmoil. Naeun caught your stare and the impact was immediate-her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, revealing her embarrassment. As she averted her gaze, you noticed the shimmer of tears pooling in her eyes, glistening like fragile glass. She brushed past you, leaving a trail of unresolved emotions lingering in the air.
In that moment, you realized the truth: Naeun was infatuated with that boy. She was so inherently tender and naive, making her an easy target for manipulation. It was imperative that you kept a watchful eye on her, for this Jungkook was nothing if not unpredictable. You couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding his true intentions, perhaps even playfully toying with her emotions. What if he was just using her? What if he intended to persuade her to aid in his escape from the clutches of prison? The potential scenarios spiraled in your mind, each one darker than the last.
As you stood in that space, the knowledge of her being alone with Jungkook filled you with mounting frustration. Your jaw tightened, an involuntary reaction to the grip of jealousy. The thought of her vulnerability in that confined space, mixed with a boy who could easily exploit her kindness, made fury coil within you. A tempest of images surged in your mind-a collage of betrayal, manipulation, and broken trust, painted in vivid strokes of anxiety and protectiveness. You couldn't help but feel the urgency of the moment, an instinctive drive to shield her from whatever Jungkook had planned.
***
Jungkook lay on the bed, boredom etched across his face as he rolled his eyes at seeing someone entering the room. His gaze immediately fixed on Naeun, and a wave of exasperation washed over him.
"Your uncle is going to be furious again," he remarked, his tone dripping with annoyance. "Do you have no shame at all?"
The chill in his voice caused Naeun to flinch, her expression faltering momentarily. But as she approached his bedside, Jungkook couldn't help but smirk, a flicker of amusement lighting up his features. With his wrists still bound to the bed's sides, he slowly propped himself up, curiosity mingling with his boredom.
Naeun halted just a few feet away, her eyes reflecting an unmistakable sadness as they swept down over the restraints on his arms. At that moment, Jungkook's playful demeanor faded, replaced by a keen awareness of her emotions. He could read her like a book before him: vulnerable, naive, and profoundly innocent. It was infuriating and oddly amusing all at once.
He couldn't stifle the laughter that bubbled inside him. It was almost too easy to manipulate her feelings. All it took was a sweet word or a brief touch, and she was utterly captivated, ready to comply with his every whim. It was a stark reminder of how she had handed him that knife, the very one he had used to stab Taehyung, and yet here she was, still drawn to him.
His gaze drifted to her luscious, inviting red lips. The sight of them stirred something deep within him, and he leaned slightly forward. Jungkook whispered, his voice low and teasing, just loud enough for her to catch every syllable.
"You know? I'm bored right now, so... can you use your lovely lips to make me feel better?"
A playful, almost innocent smile curled at the corners of his mouth as their eyes met, the charged atmosphere thickening between them.
"I can't exactly use my hands, you know?" he added, his expression shifting to one of feigned innocence that only deepened the tension in the air.
Naeun's cheeks were burning in embarrassment realizing what he was implying, but without one second of hesitation, she was already reaching for the front of his pants just to cup his full firm erection, squeezing it gently before scraping her teeth across it.
Jungkook let out a short laugh. Closing his eyes slowly he let out a deep breath as he laid down on his back.
Licking his full bottom lip he let out a soft moan as she was taking him fully into her mouth and sucking hungrily.
Disgusting people. Jungkook thought to himself as he opened his eyes slowly before looking down at Naeun when she started to suck him in her throat, faster and deeper.
His eyes became suddenly cold, empty.
He tightened his hands into fists, feeling his fingernails dig deeply into the soft flesh of his palms, sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, each beat echoing in his ears like a distant drum. It felt as though the very air had abandoned him, leaving his lungs struggling to draw in oxygen. Suddenly, a vivid flashback surged into focus, overwhelming his senses and transporting him back to a moment he wished to forget. Gripped by the intensity of the memory, the world around him faded away, becoming an indistinct blur as the past clawed its way back into his mind.
You smell so good. You taste so good. I can't stop touching you. Again and again.
The images of his own father doing the same things to him as Naeun was doing right at that moment, made him sick. But he couldn't stop.
"Faster" He yelled. "Tell me that you can do better than this. Because If you can't, I will find someone who would. And I will not give a shit about you."
Jungkook twisted his mouth in annoyance feeling her tears on his skin as she took him in deeper, fastening her peace.
But the truth was that he didn't care. As long as he could remember, this was all he was doing. The only thing he was good at. Taking advantages of people for his benefit. Then, when he didn't need them or want them anymore, leaving them behind without a trace of guilt or regret.
Her cheeks were rosy from arousal. He knew how much she wanted him but this time he didn't want to satisfy her. He didn't feel like doing it. Instead, he grunted and winced in pleasure, his head falling back into the pillow, eyes closed as she sucked him deep feeling her throat tighten around his arousal.
***
Jungkook was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly, the sound of his labored breaths filling the room as you stepped inside. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, matching the tension that crackled in the air between you. The sight sent a rush of disgust and disappointment coursing through you, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil you felt inside.
You could hardly ignore what had just transpired moments before your arrival. Naeun's flustered expression lingered in your mind as she hurried out of his room. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with an unmistakable vitality-a joy that only reminded you of your own unhappiness at that moment.
"Even here, Jungkook?" you said, your voice steady but laced with bitterness as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to erect a shield against the hurt. Your glare bore into him, a mix of anger and betrayal.
He let out a sweet, melodic laugh, the kind that used to send shivers down your spine, before his gaze finally held you captive. "Don't be jealous, Y/N. I would be disappointed if you were."
As the amusement faded from his voice, a sudden seriousness swept over him. He sat up straight, his piercing gaze fixed intently on your face, as if trying to decipher the complexity of your emotions. "I will do whatever the fuck I want and feel like. I don't have to explain myself to anyone. Not even to you. After all, we are nothing to each other," he stated, his tone sharp, each word cutting through the silence.
The words stung more than you expected, creating a painful knot in your stomach. Despite the hurt, you couldn't deny the truth in his statement. The space between you was heavy with unspoken feelings and misunderstandings, and you understood that, in many ways, he was just living in the moment, indulging in the casual flings that defined his life.
Jungkook studied you carefully, his expression a mix of curiosity and frustration. He sensed something in you that he couldn't quite grasp. It was evident that you were drawn to him-who wouldn't be?-but he remained unsure of the depth of your attraction. You had honed your ability to mask your feelings, and that was both impressive and maddening to him.
As his intense gaze roamed over your face, you felt flush with heat, your skin responding to the unabashed way he took you in. His eyes raked over every inch of you, lingering particularly on your lips, making your heart race. The intensity in his gaze was palpable, creating an electric connection that left you both exhilarated and breathless.
You bit your bottom lip, half in an attempt to suppress the overwhelming desire to escape his scrutiny and half to provoke him further. Yet now, he seemed even more entrenched, and the weight of his gaze pinned you where you stood. You felt frozen, your body betraying you as it betrayed a longing that threatened to burst forth. All you could do was gaze into his dark, intriguing eyes, lost and yearning for that irresistibly beautiful mouth to crash against yours. Again.
The room fell into a thick silence, heavy and taut with unfulfilled tension. The way he looked at you was both enchanting and paralyzing; it felt as if time itself had paused, leaving just the two of you in that suspended moment. You found yourself questioning if he would ever lean in to kiss you again; the thought of that possibility ignited a flicker of hope amid your confusion.
But as you stood there, lost in the depths of his gaze, Jungkook's mind was racing with his own thoughts. He was plotting; he was determined to catch you in his trap, creating a web of seduction that he swore would leave you begging for more in the end.