Chocolate = The Playboy ;)
"You..." You whispered softly, your breath hitching as you instinctively pulled your hand away from his cheek. The warmth of his skin lingered on your fingertips, an inviting reminder of the connection you both shared. Despite the yearning sensation that urged you to keep touching him, uncertainty gripped you; you didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of him.
A wave of apprehension washed over you. What if he laughed? The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.
"Me," Jungkook replied, his voice barely audible as he clenched the sheets beneath him. You could see that he was trembling slightly, and it struck a chord deep within you-he was scared, too, fearful of being rejected by you.
"I... This was in my pocket," he said, breaking the silence as he reached for one of your hands. With an unusual gentleness, he placed your identification card in your palm. "I guess... I did something foolish?" he added, a hint of vulnerability lacing his words.
The soft timbre of his voice filled the dark room, creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and charged, sending your heart racing. "Why were you crying?" He finally asked, his curiosity mixed with concern, piercing through the tension.
But the moment his piercing gaze met yours, you instinctively averted your eyes. Memories flooded back-memories of betrayal and hurt inflicted by the very person you had once trusted. A heavy silence fell between you, and you could sense Jungkook's growing restlessness in the stillness air.
"What happened? How did I get out from there? What did I do?" he questioned, desperation seeping into his words, seeking clarity in the chaos.
"I released you. Nothing more," you replied quietly, your voice almost a whisper.
"You? Why? Why would you do that?" Jungkook asked, confusion etching lines across his brow as he struggled to piece together the events that had transpired.
In an instant, realization flickered in his eyes. His hands found their way to your cheeks, his grip firm yet tender, compelling you to meet his gaze. "Because of me? You did that... because of me? Out of pity?" His voice trembled, revealing an overwhelming mix of emotions.
You shook your head fiercely, your heart racing uncontrollably as his warm, soft skin pressed against your cheeks, sparking a torrent of feelings within you. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the world around you fading into oblivion as you wrestled with your own vulnerability in front of him.
"Of course you felt pity. After all, I had cried in front of you as I begged you to help me. But I never truly believed that you would actually come through."
Jungkook let out a soft, melodic laugh that seemed to fill the room with warmth. His fingertips traced the contours of your cheeks, a tender gesture that made your heart flutter. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against your worries, before pulling your trembling body into his embrace. The world around you faded as he drew you closer, enveloping you in the safety of his arms.
"Thank you for your stupidity," he added, a playful tone lacing his words, but the sincerity in his gaze was impossible to ignore.
You couldn't summon any anger toward him, not when you felt the warmth of his tears dampening the fabric of your shoulder as he buried his face there, surrendering to vulnerability. In that moment, all you could do was return the embrace, your arms instinctively wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him even closer, as if you could shield him from whatever haunted him.
You weren't afraid, and as you let the fear slip away, you understood why. You loved this Jungkook-both the sweet moments and the times when he acted like a jerk. You had fallen, irrevocably, in love with him and the unique scent that lingered on his skin from that very first moment he encircled you in his arms. It was an intoxicating aroma, rich and comforting, completely different from anyone else.
With your eyes slowly drifting shut, you felt the warmth of his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Words eluded you; all that occupied your mind were the erratic beats of your heart-each thump echoing the undeniable truth of your feelings.
"You surely love chocolate," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling slightly in the peaceful silence of the room. You could almost feel the smile forming against your skin, a delightful reassurance that sent butterflies soaring through your stomach.
"Yes," he affirmed, his breath warm against you, "but I think I love you more."
His confession hung in the air, fragile yet heavy with meaning.
"Should I believe you? Or do you just want me in your bed?" you teased, laughter bubbling shyly from your lips, even as your heart raced wildly with happiness and hope. The playful banter masked the deeper feelings swirling between you, yet you both knew there was an undeniable connection that went beyond mere words.
"Perhaps in your bed, my lady, since I definitely don't have one," Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound rich and playful. He wove his fingers through your hair, drawing your face closer to his. The intoxicating aroma of chocolate wrapped around you, mingling with the warmth of his presence, causing your heart to race and your blood to rush heatedly through your veins.
"You know?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Right now, you're harboring a crazy man in your bedroom. Shouldn't you be scared?" His voice was low and teasing as he brushed his nose against yours, his hands resting possessively on your waist. "You really should be."
"Maybe I am just foolish," you replied, your arms still draped around his neck, your fingers gripping the back of his hair tightly as if anchoring yourself amidst the chaos of emotions swirling around you.
"Maybe we're both a little crazy," he whispered, a soft smile touching his lips. With a gentle motion, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch featherlight. Then, with a swift, daring movement, he leaned in and playfully nipped at your earlobe. The unexpected sensation sent a thrill cascading down your spine, leaving you trembling in his embrace, thrill and trepidation dancing in the air between you.
"Do not play with me, cuz I will make you cry with blood. Just so you know." Jungkook threatened you. Tracing the side of your neck with his forefinger he tightened his fingers around your neck before pressing his lips onto yours.
In an instant, the moment your lips made contact, a surge of passion ignited between you, sweeping away the chaos of the world around you. The kiss was wild and fervent, an explosive blend of longing and desire that struck deep within your core. His lips pressed against yours with a warmth that radiated through you like wildfire, sending shivers cascading down your spine. With each gentle caress, the connection you shared deepened, binding you together in a moment that felt both timeless and electric. The taste of him lingered on your tongue-rich and intoxicating-a tantalizing blend of sensations that fogged your mind, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. Each kiss seemed to pull you further into a blissful haze, where the outside world ceased to exist.
But just as the fire threatened to consume you both completely, you found the strength to pull away, creating a small but significant distance between you. The reality of the situation crashed in around you like a cold wave. You felt a profound conflict deep within your chest; despite the undeniable chemistry and the rightness of that moment, you knew you couldn't allow it to escalate. Not because the kiss wasn't pure magic, but because of him.
The other him.
You found it impossible to ignore the vivid memories of his past-the struggles he had faced, the pain that clung to him like an unwelcome shadow. Each moment of his suffering replayed in your mind, the anguish etched onto his features a constant reminder of his burdens. You understood the depths of that pain, felt its weight pressing against you, urging you to reconsider what was unfolding between you. The thought of adding to his already heavy load was unbearable; you couldn't bear the idea of becoming another source of anguish in his life.
You firmly resolved to protect him, to not become like those others who acted solely out of self-interest. They pursued their desires without a second thought, oblivious to the emotional toll their actions could impose on him. But for you, his feelings mattered far too much. Your heart ached with the awareness that the ties that bound you were fragile; it was a delicate balance between passion and compassion, and you couldn't allow yourself to tip the scales into recklessness. You knew, without a doubt, that his well-being came first, and as you stood there, the weight of your decision settled in-the kiss may have sparked a fire within you, but you would not allow it to become a blaze that left him even more vulnerable than before.
Jungkook leaned in closer, his breath warm and heavy against your lips as he whispered, "What is it?" His dark, piercing eyes searched yours, reflecting a mix of longing and concern.
"You don't want me?" His voice was low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine, filling the air with a palpable tension.
His fingers moved with a gentle urgency, sliding down your body and around your waist as he pulled you into his lap, feeling the heat radiate from him. His hands encircled your waist possessively, anchoring you in place. "Please, don't push me away," he urged, his breath ghosting over your skin. "Let me touch you. I want you so much."
You tugged on his shirt the moment his hot mouth was felt on your neck, kissing your harder, his hands cupping your hips before slowly sliding his fingers underneath your shirt to your stomach. It was terrifying, the way his touch felt. And you felt scared of how much you wanted him.
You arched your back at the way his lips traced a slow, languid line down your throat, your body burning under his seductive touch.
Jungkook smirked against your neck. He felt you, how your body was reacting at every touch of his. And his eyes saddened for some reason.
This was the only thing he was good at.
He wanted you.
He needed more. To touch every inch of your body. To fuck you insanely. Because this is what he was doing for a long time already. This is what his body was asking for.
But somehow... he felt disgusted. He hated his body.
Pushing you hard against your bed, he pressed himself against you. You closed your eyes at the feel of him hard and firm against your body as his lips were searching for your mouth.
It wasn't right. Something screamed in your mind.
You have to stop. But you couldn't.
You were trapped by him. Held in place by his sensual body.
The moment you felt his tongue caressing your lower lip, his teeth pulling on your piercing, you gave up.
Sliding your fingers under his shirt, you wrapped your arms around his waist as you pulled him closer, covering his mouth with yours. And you kissed him hard. Parting your lips you invited him in and without a second thought, jungkook was already sliding his tongue into your mouth, testing you. Your tongues danced, swirled, mated before his tongue got deeper into your mouth, thrusting in and out making you burn.
His lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability, while his breath came in quick, shallow bursts as your eyes locked together. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving just the two of you tangled in this electric moment. Without thinking, you instinctively drew him into your arms, the warmth of his body enveloping you like a protective shield.
You felt a trembling surge run through you, a mixture of longing and fear as you clung to him, desperate to bridge the distance that life had built between you. All thoughts of consequences vanished from your mind; your heart raced with the truth that you wanted him, perhaps more than you'd ever wanted anyone. A fierce love surged within you, wild and uncontainable, filling the space between your heartbeats.
Yet, even in this intimate embrace, a shadow loomed over you, heavy and suffocating. He was right there, so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, but the ache of knowing you couldn't truly have him twisted your insides. A bitter realization settled in your chest-the truth that he would detest you even more if you continue this.
The Jungkook standing in front of you closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to collect his thoughts and return to reality. He was acutely aware of your presence, and the warmth radiating from your body made it difficult for him to think clearly. He knew he couldn't force you into a decision you weren't ready to make.
Somehow, he felt a strange sense of relief wash over him, mingling with an equally strong wave of disappointment that he couldn't quite shake off.
His body was aflame with an energy that surged through him, fueled by the intoxicating closeness between you two. He could feel the magnetic pull between you, and he was sure that if he just whispered something sweet or leaned in a little closer, you would succumb to the tension and give in to the moment.
Yet, an invisible barrier held him back, stopping him from taking that leap. If you weren't ready for this, then maybe someone else would be. He couldn't deny that this was what he was good at-this dance of seduction and charm. It was so innate to his being that it felt almost effortless.
But what Jungkook didn't realize was the depth of your feelings for him. He had no idea that in your heart, you were firmly anchored to him, unwilling to let go. You were trapped not by circumstances, but by an unwavering devotion. When you desired something with such intensity, you would pursue it relentlessly until it was yours, no matter the obstacles. And in this moment, it was him that you wanted more than anything else.