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"Done. And don't touch it with your hands anymore."

Jungkook straightened up, ran his palm over the tie, and sighed heavily, taking a glass with a dark liquid resembling wine from the table. You involuntarily tensed and cast an eloquent look at the glass, and then at him. Jungkook intercepted your gaze and chuckled, raising the glass to the light.

"Relax. It’s grape juice with ice," he winked at you. "Although, honestly, after this stuffiness, I wouldn't say no to whiskey." He took a large sip, quenching his thirst, and grimaced, pulling at his collar.

"I hate suits. I feel like I’m packed in a vacuum. And these ties... Who invented them?"

You laughed, looking up at him from below. Even disgruntled, he was indecently handsome.

"It’s a sin for you to complain. You are simply handsome in this suit," you said honestly. "But my feet..." you stretched your leg out under the table. "They are officially dead. These heels are instruments of torture."

You also took your glass of wine and took a sip.

"Remind me, why did we come here at all?" he tilted his head to the side, and little devils danced in his eyes. "Ah, right. To watch people voluntarily give up their freedom."

"You’re a cynic, Jeon Jungkook," you rolled your eyes.

"I’m a realist," he winked at you and finished his juice. "Therefore, until we get married at forty, as we agreed, I plan to enjoy life."

You laughed again, but the laugh came out a bit nervous. Previously, this joking agreement caused no reaction in you, but lately, you began catching yourself thinking that Jungkook would be a good husband for you.

"God, Jeon, do you think I’ll be able to marry you?" you asked sarcastically.

"Of course you’ll marry me. You won't find a better husband," he winked at you.

Your friendship was a strange phenomenon. For years, you two existed in parallel. When Jungkook had a girlfriend, you were busy with studies or your career. When you fell in love, Jungkook disappeared abroad on business trips or was dating someone else. You were a "safe haven" for each other—friends who could discuss everything but never crossed the line.

But a few months ago, everything changed. You both remained alone. At first, it was just friendly evenings with pizza and games so as not to feel lonely. Then you started staying over at his place more often. At first, Jungkook slept on the sofa, and eventually, you fell asleep in the same bed watching a movie you chose together. You started eating dinner together every evening at a restaurant or ordering delivery home, you dragged Jungkook to help you choose clothes, and you started joking more often about that same "marriage at 40" pact you made back in school.

But with every such evening, you became even closer, closer than ever, and your friendship began bursting at the seams.

You started noticing that Jungkook became more attentive to you; he did little things that your boyfriends used to do for you. Like how he automatically reached out his hand to steady you in a crowd, or how he brought your coffee every time you met. Or like last week, when you fell asleep on his shoulder, he didn't move for an hour and a half and didn't even scroll through the feed on his phone so the screen light wouldn't wake you up. These were little things, but they formed a new, dangerously attractive puzzle.

A new image of your best friend, who suddenly went from being like a brother to you to being someone you wanted to date.

"You’re so lost in thought, you’re going to burn a hole in me," Jungkook’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He was looking at you with a warm smile, finishing his juice. "Well, future wife, are we going home or do you want to dance some more?"

You looked at your feet and grimaced.

"If I take even one more step in a dance, I'll have to amputate my feet. Please, take me away from here."

"Your carriage awaits," he gallantly offered you his hand.

When you stood up, you swayed involuntarily—your legs were numb from sitting for so long and the high heels. Jungkook reacted instantly. His hand, strong and confident, was on your waist, supporting you. This touch through the thin fabric of the dress was pleasant; you liked being close to him. After all, lately, you had gotten used to him being constantly nearby.

Jungkook didn't remove his hand, even when you regained your balance, but just confidently led you to the exit, pressing you a little closer to himself than the rules of friendly etiquette required.

You said goodbye to Hoseok and the others, and as soon as the heavy restaurant doors closed behind you, the perfect evening decided to show its character. The sky, which an hour ago was starry, was covered with black clouds. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance.

"Looks like there will be a storm," Jungkook noted, taking out the car keys. "The car is in the lower parking lot. Shall we make a run for it?"

Before you could answer, the first heavy drops fell onto the asphalt. In a second, a real downpour began.

"Run!" he shouted, grabbing your hand.

You ran under the rain; you squealed from the feeling of cold drops crashing against your skin, and Jungkook, holding you tightly, didn't let you fall on the slippery ground under your feet. The water instantly soaked his white shirt, which stuck to his muscles, and your dress. When you finally reached his black Porsche, you were both soaked almost to the bone.

Jungkook opened the door for you, and you literally fell onto the leather seat, catching your breath. He quickly ran around the car and sat behind the wheel, brushing wet hair from his forehead and tossing his jacket onto the back seat.

"What weather," he started the engine, but even the powerful wipers barely coped with the streams of water.

The car interior instantly filled with warmth from the working heater, which he turned on full blast, and your scent—a mixture of rain and expensive perfumes.

Jungkook drove onto the highway, but the downpour didn't even try to let up. On the contrary, it seemed to only intensify. The wipers worked at full power, and Jungkook became very focused. It was an hour's drive to Seoul from the restaurant where the party was held, but because of this downpour, you would be home in two hours at best.

Jungkook turned on some music, and you scrolled through your Instagram feed, checking what was new.

A in the feed appeared photo of Soyoon, Namjoon's girlfriend, where they were kissing at the party photo zone you left twenty minutes ago. You remembered how she told you and a few of your girlfriends today how she and Namjoon specifically drive out of town to have sex in the car because they consider it romantic. You weren't a fan of such sex and considered it uncomfortable.

To fill the silence that had lasted since leaving the restaurant, you decided to share your thoughts with Jungkook.

"You know," you started, "Soyoon was saying today that she and Namjoon love car sex. Imagine, they specifically drive out of town to do it. What bullshit," you snorted and locked your phone. You looked at Jungkook's profile and noticed his slight, sly smile.

"Why is it bullshit?" he asked you, watching the road closely.

"Because it's uncomfortable. Nowhere to put your legs, or they go numb quickly, the steering wheel digs into your back, you can hit your head... In short, no romance, pure trauma," you summarized, recalling your experience of sex in a car. There wasn't much of it because you were one of those who didn't like car sex due to its inconvenience.

Jungkook chuckled, and this sound echoed in your head. He leaned back in his seat, relaxing one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the armrest between you. Intentionally or not, his elbow was millimeters away from yours.

"It's uncomfortable only if you don't know the right positions," he said calmly, as if you were discussing the weather. You felt heat rise to your face.

"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Expert. I forgot that you have a black belt in Kama Sutra," you joked, catching his gaze. It became darker, more focused. That same "spark" that you felt all this time now seemed to ignite into a fire.

"The Kama Sutra has nothing to do with it. It's all about physics," he tried to prove to you that sex in a car isn't as bad as you thought.

"And how does physics help in a cramped interior? I'd agree that it's more or less normal to do it in an SUV. But for example, your car. There's barely enough space just to sit alone," you said, adding confidence to your voice, although your heart was already pounding.

"My car is ideal for sex, even better than a wide SUV," Jungkook threw out, and you smiled, feeling how you hooked him with your words. He loved proving an opinion opposite to yours. And most often, he succeeded. But you were sure that right now your opinion was the correct one.

"You'll can’t change my mind, Jungkook," you said, shaking your head and watching the raindrops smash against the glass. "Sex in a car is for teenagers who don't have money for a hotel or their parents' empty apartment. Adults have comfortable beds. Why this suffering?"

Jungkook momentarily tore his gaze from the road, glancing at you as if you had just said the biggest stupidity in the world. A self-confident smile played at the corner of his lips.

"Really? Is that what you think?" he shifted gears, and the engine growled a little louder. "I can very easily prove the opposite to you… Right now."

Before you could ask what he meant, Jungkook turned on the right turn signal and abruptly turned onto a wide, gravel shoulder hidden under the crowns of trees. You were so shocked by this sudden maneuver that you grabbed the door handle.

"What are you doing?!" you exclaimed, looking around. Around was total darkness and a wall of rain.

He ignored your words and unbuckled his seatbelt, pressing a button on the side of his seat. The driver's seat, with a quiet, expensive hum, moved back as far as it could go, creating an unexpectedly large space between him and the steering wheel.

"Come here," he patted his thighs. "Sit on my lap. It's just an experiment. If it's uncomfortable for you—we'll drive on, and I'll admit you were right. I promise."

You looked at him. In his eyes burned excitement mixed with something much darker and hotter. You felt that this wasn't just an argument about convenience. This was a battle that only one could win, and honestly, you suddenly wanted to lose. Or win. You didn't know which was better anymore.

"Okay... Bring on your experiment," you exhaled, unbuckling your belt. But reality proved more complicated than theory. "This is impossible, Jeon!" you complained. Climbing over the center console in a short dress was quite a task. "There's less space here than in a shoebox! I'm going to tear my dress or break something right now!"

You awkwardly got stuck halfway, leaning your hand on the dashboard. Your face ended up dangerously close to his neck, and you smelled his scent, which instantly hit your head.

"Shh, don't panic. Trust me," his voice was low and soothing.

Jungkook reached out his hands, easily catching you by the waist. His grip was confident. He literally lifted you, helping you overcome the obstacle, and gently sat you on himself. You ended up straddling him, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of his thighs.

"Just like that," he said.

But that wasn't all. He reached for the seat settings again and pressed another button. The back of the seat smoothly lowered back, almost into a semi-reclined position. You instinctively leaned forward so as not to fall, and literally fell onto his broad chest, lying on top.

"See?" his voice dropped to a purring tone. He ran his thumbs along your sides, causing a wave of heat. "There's enough ceiling. Your weight is distributed on me, not on your legs... and the angle is perfect."

You froze. He was right. This was... surprisingly comfortable. You lay on him, feeling his warmth, securely fixed in his arms. The angle of inclination was such that your faces ended up on the same level, and your pelvis fit perfectly against his. You wanted to deny he was right, just out of principle, but the words got stuck in your throat.

"The angle... isn't bad," you barely audibly admitted, your eyes darting over his face which seemed so beautiful to you in this semi-darkness. Jungkook smiled triumphantly, touching his piercing with his tongue. You couldn't stop yourself from catching this gesture.

And then you felt his right hand slowly, brazenly slide from your waist down along the line of your hip, climbing under the raised hem of your dress. His palm was warm, and from this touch, your skin broke out in goosebumps.

"And most importantly, Y/N," his voice dropped to a husky whisper that made your whole body vibrate. "In this position... I have access to everything. Absolutely everything I need to reach."

His words didn't diverge from his actions. Jungkook proved that "access" wasn't just a theoretical concept. His large palm confidently slid next , covering your buttock and squeezing the soft flesh with commanding tenderness. With his other hand, he ran along the inner side of your thigh, reaching the lace edge of your underwear. His fingers barely touched the skin, teasing, tracing the line of the fabric, but not going further—for now.

You felt a familiar, languid pulsation instantly appear between your legs, and the moisture caused by his closeness and audacious actions became too obvious.

You didn't utter a word of objection. Your hands, which were still resting on his shoulders, now closed behind his neck, fingers tangling in the damp hair at the back of his head. You allowed your head to fall lightly back, opening access to your neck for him.

Jungkook took advantage of this instantly. He pressed his lips to the sensitive hollow near your collarbone, inhaling through his nose as if he wanted to absorb your scent.

"Been wanting to say for a long time that I'm crazy about this scent..." he mumbled into your skin, hinting at your perfume which had the aroma of berry ice cream. You unconsciously tightened your legs around his thighs, reacting to his compliment and wanting to feel more pressure on the pulsation between your legs, which had already become painful.

The tightness of the cabin played against you—or for you. Every breath pressed your breasts against his hard chest. But the sharpest sensation was what was happening below. You finally felt something hard and hot pressing into the very center of your being through the fabric of his trousers.

"Seems someone already has problems..." you joked, enjoying the touches of his lips on your skin.

Jungkook stopped, tearing himself away from your neck, but didn't pull away.

"I can't control it," he said smiling. "Especially when you press like that... and move your hips on top of that."

You blushed. You didn't even notice it. Your body acted instinctively, seeking friction against his hardness. These were micro-movements—a barely noticeable rocking, a light pressure that you exerted unconsciously, trying to soothe the itch of desire. You tried to lean back to break this contact and hide your embarrassment.

"I... I didn't move," you tried to deny, but Jungkook didn't let you escape. His hands on your thighs tightened, and with a sharp but controlled movement, he pulled you back, pressing you even tighter into himself. Now not even a ghostly distance remained between you.

"I don't mind, babe, if you need this you can continue," Jungkook said breathing into your lips. From his words, it was like fireworks exploded in your head. You really needed this. You hadn't had sex for more than two months and now, sitting on his lap, you didn't want to end this at all. You wanted to feel even more. He touched your ear again, and this touch tingled your skin, "I can show you not only how you can sit comfortably, but also how it feels—deep and good."

This was it. What she wanted to hear. But at the same time, this was the point of no return. If you say "yes", your friendship will change. You tore yourself away from him and looked into his familiar, dear eyes, which were now burning with unconcealed lust, and realized that there was no way back. This tension had lasted too long. You wanted him. Wanted to feel him not as a friend, but as a man.

"Show me, Kook," you whispered, making a movement with your hips, "I want to know if it's really that good."

The words "show me" acted on Jungkook like a trigger. He waited no longer. His hand plunged into your hair at the back of your head, pulling you to him, and he covered your lips with his. At first, it was a careful, exploratory "first kiss of friends." But the further you kissed, the kiss became hungry, wet, in which the taste of wine, frustration from lost time, and pure, undiluted passion mixed.

You moaned quietly into his mouth as his tongue commandingly intertwined with yours, exploring that part of you he never knew. You responded with the same fervor, your fingers gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Jungkook tore away from your lips only for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes burning with unconcealed desire.

He acted quickly, but without fuss. His hands slid down, under the hem of your dress, finding the edge of your panties. One sharp movement, the sound of fabric sliding aside, and there was no longer an obstacle. You felt the cool air on your bare skin, but it was instantly replaced by the heat of his palms.

His fingers touched your clitoris, smearing the abundant moisture that had increased from your passionate kiss.

"So wet, and you said I had problems," he said teasingly, stimulating your clitoris with light, gentle movements. You moaned, unable to respond to his teasing. But when his finger went inside you, you felt how good it was.

His finger slid deeper, wanting to reach that sensitive spot that brought the most pleasure. You felt the walls of your intimate zone contract around him, reacting to the invasion with a mixture of shock and delight. His thumb found your clitoris and began massaging it in circular motions, adding a sharp, pulsating heat to the sensations that spread from the lower abdomen to the tips of your toes.

You didn't hold back the moans—one escaped your lips, low and husky, filling the cramped car interior. The rain outside drummed on the roof, like an accompaniment to this moment, drowning out everything external. You clung to his shoulders tighter, considering it the best way to reduce the sweet torture. Jungkook watched your reaction with pleasure, his eyes darkening with desire, lips curved into a satisfied smile.

He added a second finger, stretching you carefully but persistently, and you felt the moisture increase, making every movement slippery and easy. Your body treacherously gave in, hips involuntarily pushing towards his hand, demanding more.

You wanted to say something to him, but the words turned into a sigh. Instead, you leaned forward and dug into his lips with a kiss, greedy and desperate. Your tongue intertwined with his.

"Kook..." you whispered, tearing away for a moment to catch your breath. Your face burned, cheeks blazing with a blush. "This... this is madness."

He smiled, his teeth flashing in the semi-darkness of the cabin, illuminated only by the dim light of the dashboard.

"I know, babe. But I want you to feel everything."

His fingers sped up, now moving deeper and faster, curling inside you. You threw your head back, resting the back of your head against the car ceiling, but there was enough space—as he promised. Your breathing became ragged, chest rising and falling, pressing against his chest with every breath.

Jungkook didn't limit himself to hands. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your neck, kissing the skin with hot, wet kisses. His teeth barely touched your collarbone, biting gently but enough to leave a light mark—not painful, but arousing. Then he went lower, to the décolletage that had fascinated him so much earlier. With one hand, he pulled down the strap of your dress, exposing one of your breasts. His lips covered the nipple, tongue curling around it, tasting, sucking with such intensity that you moaned louder.

The sensations were overflowing: his fingers inside you, pushing to the limit, lips on your skin, his hardness rubbing against you from below. You felt an orgasm approaching—a wave building in your lower abdomen, tightening muscles, making your legs tremble around his thighs.

"Kook... I..." you mumbled, unable to form a complete sentence. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Come on," he whispered, tearing away from your breast for just a second. His voice was low, commanding. "Do it for me. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers." He increased the pressure on the clitoris, and that became the last straw. The orgasm covered you suddenly, like the storm raging outside the window—powerful, blinding, making your body shudder in convulsions. You exhaled loudly, squeezing your legs, feeling the walls pulse around his fingers, releasing moisture that flowed down his hand.

You were still trembling slightly when the waves of pleasure began to slowly recede, leaving behind a pleasant weakness in your whole body. Your breathing was ragged, and your head was spinning, as if from an excess of oxygen. Jungkook didn't let you pull away. He held you tightly to himself, kissing your sweaty temple, soothing you while your heartbeat slowly returned to normal. But you felt that for him, this was far from the end. His arousal pressed into you from below, hard and demanding, reminding you that the experiment was not yet finished.

"You didn't think that was it?" he asked, his voice husky like cracked glass.

He carefully removed the hand that had brought you to the peak, and you heard the sharp sound of a zipper unzipping. This sound seemed indecently loud in the silence of the cabin, where only the patter of rain and the background music Jungkook had turned on earlier could be heard. Jungkook lifted you slightly by the hips, helping you change position, and freed his cock from the captivity of the fabric.

You instinctively rose on your knees, resting your hands on his shoulders. Your eyes met his—dilated, full of anticipation.

"Remember what I said about the angle of inclination?" he asked, and his hands lay on your waist, firmly fixing you. "Now you'll understand."

He guided himself to your wet entrance, pulling aside the fabric of your thong which was getting in the way a little. The body itself asked for his presence, and you, not waiting for a command, began to slowly lower yourself down. When his head spread the wet petals and began to enter inside, you involuntarily held your breath. This feeling was different than you remembered with others. Because the seat back was reclined, and you were on top at an angle, he entered at a special angle.

You lowered yourself centimeter by centimeter, feeling him stretch you, filling every millimeter of space with himself.

"Fuck..." you exhaled, throwing your head back when he went in completely, all the way to the hilt. It wasn't just deep. It was all-encompassing. You felt him so deep inside that it seemed he was touching your very womb, becoming part of your body. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, almost bordering on pain, but sweet pain that made your toes curl.

Jungkook let out a dull moan, throwing his head back onto the headrest and closing his eyes in pleasure. His hands on your thighs tightened stronger, from the attempt to control himself and not finish early.

"Well?" he croaked, opening his eyes and looking at you from below with a mixture of triumph and passion. "Was I right?"

You couldn't speak, only nodded, biting your lip. He was right. This position, this tight space, this angle—all this created incredible friction. Your clitoris pressed perfectly against his pubic bone, and every, even the smallest movement, responded with an electrical discharge.

"Say it," he demanded, pushing his hips slightly towards you, forcing you to feel him even deeper.

"You... you were right," you exhaled, starting to move. "Fuck... It's... it's too deep."

"There is no 'too'," he objected, picking up your rhythm.

He didn't lie. When you started moving, you realized that this "experiment" surpassed all expectations. You didn't need to make wide movements—gravity and the tilt of the seat did everything for you. You glided up and down on him, and every thrust hit the most sensitive spot inside you, forcing you to moan again and again.

Jungkook helped you, his hands sliding from waist to buttocks, controlling the tempo, setting the rhythm—slow, languid, incredibly intimate. The car swayed rhythmically to the beat of your movements, fencing you off from the whole world with a wall of rain and fogged-up glass.

"Look at us," he spoke when the tempo began to speed up. You looked into his eyes and saw something more there than just lust. There was tenderness which he hid behind jokes all these years. "Did you think something like this would happen between us?"

You thought he picked a not-so-great moment to discuss what you were doing. Of course, you didn't think sex between you could happen. But you would lie if you told that over the last few months hadn't imagined this possibility.

"Does it matter right now?" you barely uttered, losing your breath. Each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, and unnecessary thoughts out of your head. Jungkook momentarily closed his eyes, throwing his head back when you particularly successfully contracted your muscles around him, but then focused his dark, burning gaze on you again.

"I'm curious," he croaked, his voice full of barely restrained passion. "Because lately, all I've been doing is restraining myself from fucking you at any convenient opportunity. Every time you fell asleep nearby... it was a test."

His words sounded like a frank confession that washed over you with heat stronger than the touch of his hands. It was incredibly pleasant for you to hear this. Somewhere deep in your soul, you guessed about this, felt this tension that hung in the air between you in recent months. But hearing it now, when he was inside you, was something special.

You laughed quietly, feeling a rush of confidence. Moving on his hips, you intentionally slowed the tempo, enjoying how his face distorted from sweet pain.

"It seems this opportunity..." you ran your palm over his chest, wet with sweat, "...turned out to be the most convenient of all. Your car beats any hotel."

Jungkook laughed—a low sound, but the laugh quickly turned into a moan. He could no longer hold back. His hands squeezed your thighs to the point of pain, and he sharply accelerated the tempo, thrusting from the bottom up, driving into you with animal force.

"Damn, Y/N... I can't anymore," escaped him.

You felt his body tense up, every muscle becoming hard as stone. This turned you on even more. You leaned forward, pressing against him with your whole body, and at that same moment, Jungkook, with a loud, drawn-out moan, spilled inside you. Warmth spread in the lower abdomen, and you froze in his arms, feeling him jerk a few more times in final spasms of pleasure. The thought crossed in your mind that you did the right thing by not stopping taking birth control pills.

You were both breathing heavily, hearts pounding in unison, like one whole. Silence reigned in the cabin, broken only by the noise of the rain, which had already begun to subside. The air was thick with the scent of sex, perfume, and your closeness.

For a few minutes, you just sat like that—you on him, hiding your face in his neck, him—hugging you and stroking your back. A silent question hung between you: "What next?". The situation was such that you clearly needed to discuss if everything was okay, what this meant for your friendship, and where to move next. But right now, in this intimate semi-darkness, words seemed superfluous and too heavy.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence, lightly kissing your temple.

"How are you? Alive?" his voice already sounded softer, more mundane, although a huskiness could still be heard in it.

"I think so," you mumbled, reluctantly pulling away. You looked down and realized that you were both, to put it mildly, not in the best shape to continue the trip. Traces of your passion remained on Jungkook's stomach and on your underwear.

"Damn, we were careless..." you said.

"There are wet wipes in the glove compartment," he said, lightly nudging you so you could get off. "Can you get them? Because I, it seems, can't move yet."

You smiled, feeling a strange relief that he was behaving as usual. You put your dress back on, which was gathered around your waist. Climbing over to the passenger seat (which this time turned out much more gracefully than when you climbed over to him), you opened the glove compartment.

"Here," you handed him the pack and took a wipe for yourself to clean the remnants of his sperm off yourself. While you were tidying up in the dim light of the cabin, the tension subsided a little but didn't disappear completely. You silently agreed to leave the "serious talk" for later. However, he couldn't restrain himself from discussing his victory in your argument.

"So," he began, leaning back against the seat and returning it to an upright position. "Let's summarize."

You froze with the wipe in your hands, expecting him to say something about your relationship. But he looked at you with a triumphant glint in his eyes.

"You admitted it was comfortable. You screamed so loud you probably scared all the squirrels in the forest. And you said my car is better than a hotel," he bent his fingers, counting the arguments. "Turns out, I won the our little bet."

You snorted, throwing the used wipe into a trash bag Jungkook found on the back seat.

"We just crossed the line of friendship, and you're thinking about winning a debate about Porsche ergonomics?" you asked him.

"It's a matter of principle, Y/N," he leaned toward you, catching your gaze, and little devils danced in his eyes along with tenderness. "I told you—physics and the right approach solve everything. So say it. Say: 'Jungkook, you're a genius, and you were right'."

You looked at him—disheveled, with an unbuttoned collar, incredibly pleased with himself. The situation between you remained suspended, you hadn't yet talked through who you were to each other now, but this familiar joking tone gave hope that you wouldn't lose that lightness that had been between you for years. You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips crept up.

"Jungkook, you're a genius, and you were right," you mimicked his words. "Satisfied?"

He smiled broadly. His body involuntarily moved closer to yours and your faces were close again.

"You can't even imagine the level of my satisfaction right now," he said, smiling purringly. "It feels like I won not once, but a dozen times."

You cast a glance at his lips. You wanted to kiss them again, but you restrained yourself. But he seemingly didn't restrain himself. His palm lay on your jaw and he pressed his lips to yours. A light, gentle kiss like a period to everything that happened.

Jungkook stopped kissing you and, as if everything happening between you was exactly as it should be, he returned the seat to the normal position, fastened his seatbelt, and moved from the spot. The car smoothly moved off the shoulder, returning to the highway.

"The nearest gas station is ten kilometers away. There's a normal restroom, coffee, and, I hope, something to eat. Because after such 'fitness' I'm ready to eat an elephant."

"I wouldn't mind eating something too," you answered, trying to fix your disheveled hair, looking at your reflection in the dark glass and still feeling the touch of his lips on yours.

"Take a walk?" she asked, peeking out from the kitchen door. "Daughter, it's been raining all day, and they're predicting a storm warning for the evening. You'd better invite Seungcheol to our place," suggested your grandmother. You realized that because of your excitement about meeting Jungkook, you had gone too far with your lie. But you also knew that time was running out, because Jungkook had promised to come to your house if you didn't come to his in five minutes. 

"Well... I meant a meeting. Of course we won't be walking in the rain. We'll go to his coffee shop," you lied, and this time more convincingly. Without giving your grandmother a chance to say anything else, you quickly opened the door and said you wouldn't be long. 

The street was just as you had imagined — a fine, cold rain that penetrated your collar and left icy marks on your skin. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and quickly walked to the gate.

The black Mercedes was standing in the same place where you had seen it from the window. The windshield wipers slowly swayed, sweeping the drops from the windshield. The headlights were off, but you recognized the silhouette behind the wheel immediately. 

You took a deep breath, felt the cold air fill your lungs, and walked decisively toward the car. You touched the door handle, which was wet and cold. There was no turning back, so you opened the door and got in.

The scent of his cologne, mixed with the warmth of the interior and the light aroma of rain, immediately enveloped you. Jungkook sat in the driver's seat and looked at you. You took off your hood and glanced at him, realizing that you were so nervous. Your heart, which had been beating fast just a moment ago, threatened to burst out of your chest, and your hands began to shake more, so you quickly clasped them together and squeezed them between your legs. 

"Hi," you said again. But you didn't hear a reply. After a few long seconds, you turned your head to Jungkook and noticed that he was just staring at you. It seemed like he wasn't even blinking. His eyes darted across your face, studying the slightest changes. You felt even more pressure from his gaze and realized that it was better to end this conversation as quickly as possible. "I have something to say..." you began. However, Jungkook's lips, which instantly found yours, prevented you from continuing. 

Jungkook's warm, soft, and plump lips were like a salvation for you from all the shit you had endured over the past week. You didn't dare move your lips to meet his, you just quietly enjoyed the contact with him. But a moment later, when you felt his tongue touch your lips, and then your teeth, as if asking him to let him in, you didn't resist. Opening your mouth, you let his tongue in, and Jungkook deepened the kiss. 

Your tongues touched, and you felt his familiar taste. A little coffee, a little mint, and something that was uniquely Jungkook. A taste you remembered even in your dreams, one that had haunted you all nights in Busan. You moaned involuntarily into his mouth — quietly, shyly, but he heard you. His palm instantly fell on the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair, and he pulled you closer to him. The kiss became deeper, more greedy. It was as if he wanted to use this one kiss to get back all the days you had stolen from him.

You felt his other hand slide under your jacket, under your sweater, touch the bare skin on your waist — and everything inside you tightened with heat and pain at the same time. You pulled away, grabbing his hand, breathing heavily. 

"Don't..." you whispered, but your voice was so weak that you didn't recognize it yourself.

"I missed my wife," he said seriously, without a hint of a joke. 

"Jungkook, we need to talk," you insisted. Even though you wanted to send everything to hell at that moment and just melt into the arms of your beloved husband. But your common sense told you that you had to stop. Jungkook's father made it clear to you that if you went against him, you would suffer even more. And you were tired of suffering. However, you realized that you could no longer lie to yourself: you didn't want to leave. You wanted to stay. And that desire became even stronger after this kiss. 

Jungkook kissed you again, and even though you responded to the kiss, you pressed your hands against his chest, trying to push him away. You didn't use much force, and it was more like your hands were just resting on his chest. When you finally pulled away from each other, the car was silent, and all you could hear was the rain on the roof.

"Now let's talk, kitten," he said with a slight smile, as if he had gotten what he wanted. 

Jungkook leaned back in his seat, facing you. You could still feel his lips on yours, and you couldn't find the right words. You turned away from him again, lowering your gaze. 

"Jungkook... I should have... um, told you right away..." you began. 

"Why ‘Jungkook’?" he asked, and you looked at him sharply. You stared, wondering what he was asking, because your head felt foggy. 

"What?" you asked uncertainly. 

"Why are you calling me by my full name? I don't like it," he replied. Normally, you would have rolled your eyes at such a complaint, but not now. You were trying to talk about serious things, and he seemed to be deliberately distracting you. 

"I..." you said quietly.

"Why did you run away?" he interrupted you. His direct question felt like a punch in the stomach. You didn't notice how you held your breath. "You promised me on the beach that you wouldn't run away anymore, no matter what happened."

"I promised…?" you asked uncertainly. Jungkook stared at you intently, and you thought he was about to smile, as if he was just teasing you as usual. However, his expression did not change. 

"Yes. You promised me. I remember it very well. But you, my kitten, as always, don't keep your word..." He leaned on the armrest and touched your hair with his fingers, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. 

"I was drunk when I said that," you said, a little annoyed that he was accusing you of not keeping your word. You really don't remember what you said to him at your ‘fake wedding’. Not a single word. 

"So now you think that frees you from responsibility?" he smiled, raising an eyebrow. 

"I... how can I be responsible for something I don't remember? It's the same as if I hadn't said anything at all," you justified yourself with irritation in your voice. And the atmosphere between you became the same as always. Jungkook propped his chin up, smiling slyly. 

"Oh, is this from the series where you said that words spoken during orgasm don't count?" he asked. 

You froze, filling how your face instantly turns red. His tone was light, playful, with a sparkle in his eyes. Your Jungkook. The one who, no matter what happens, loves to tease you and use your words against you. 

The rain outside the window intensified, pounding on the roof of the car, as if reminding you that the world outside still exists, and you are here, in the warm cabin, sinking into it again.

"Do you really need to be like this right now?" you asked grumpily. 

"Like what?" he asked, feigning surprise. 

"Kook...!" You deliberately pronounced his name the way he liked, but harshly. "Please... stop teasing me. I'm trying to say..."

"...why you ran away from me for no reason and why you filed for divorce after that?" he finished for you. His voice turned cold and his smile disappeared.

He leaned back, ran his hand through his hair — a gesture that could only mean one thing: he was angry. Very angry.

"Yes. I want to finally talk and put an end to all this." Jungkook was silent, and you felt your heart start to beat fast again. "I understand that my actions seem a little strange..."

"A little strange...?" he asked sarcastically. "It's not confusing, kitten... it's completely senseless! You packed your things and disappeared. Okay, you wrote that I should leave you alone, I gave you time, but now please give me a clear explanation of your actions!" His voice was calm, but so full of tension that it was worse than a scream. He leaned toward you again, his elbow resting on the center console. Now his face was close, and you could see in his eyes not just anger, but real pain and confusion. "Just tell me the truth, kitten. Because I think I know what the root of the problem is."

You were on the edge. And you didn't understand how to get out of the situation. And the only logical solution was not to hide the fact that you had met Jungkook's father. Jungkook could guess that cuse of your ran away was his father, so was there any point in hiding it? However, you deliberately kept quiet about President Jeon's threats and his offer of work and money. Because you weren't going to accept them. 

You sigh heavily and look away at the window, where rain runs down the glass as if it's your tears.

"Your father came to the apartment the day I ran away," you finally say. A lump in my throat hurts, but you try your best to keep your emotions under control. 

Jungkook freezes. You hear him inhale sharply, as if your words were confirmation of his guesses. 

"What did he say to you?" His voice sounds stern and low.

"What do you think he could have said to make me run away?" You smile sadly and turn your head toward him. Jungkook looks desperate, but angry at the same time. "That I'm not good enough for you. That my background..." you swallow, "that my family will ruin your reputation, your company, your future. That the press will tear it to pieces. That I'm... an obstacle."

Jungkook opens his mouth to say something, but you stop him by putting your hand between you. You press your lips together and blink rapidly, preventing the tears that are already forming from falling. Jungkook closes his mouth without saying anything. He just looks at you quietly. 

"And you know what's worst? He's right, Jungkook. He's right about everything. I can't take it. I can't take it anymore. Every time I think about my mom, about me, about the fact that I'm... a bastard... and the whole world will find out, I feel sick with shame. I wake up at night and think, "What if it's on the front page tomorrow?" I can't live with this fear. I can't live with the feeling that because of me, you will lose everything your family has fought for decades."

"Fuck..." you hear him curse quietly. A brief silence falls, as each of you thinks about what to say next. Jungkook is the first to break the oppressive silence: "Kitten…" he calls you tenderly and wants to move closer, but you stop him again. 

It's almost impossible to hold back the tears. You keep your hand on his chest and shake your head in denial, as if to say, "No, there's no way to fix this."

"Don't say you'll fix everything... You can't fix my past. You can't make me not be ashamed of myself. You can't shut the whole world up. And I don't want you to choose between me and your family or company, or your future. I can't bear to be the reason you lose all that. I'd better leave now... while I'm still able to endure something. When we started all this, I didn't think it would turn out like this. I worked hard and diligently hid my origins and wanted to live like all normal people. But now it's really a problem..." You paused for a moment, and through your tears, you said, "I love you. More than anyone else in my life. That's why I'm leaving. Because if I stay, I'll destroy you. And myself. I'm not as strong as you think. I'm already at my limit. I don't want to become the kind of person who destroys the one they love because of their own weakness."

"Don't do this..." he pleads. You pull your hand away and quickly wipe the wet traces from your face. 

"This is the end, Jungkook... and I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you. But I know you'll meet someone who is more worthy of you..." you say, and these words make all even more painful. 

"You know I won't find anyone better than you," Jungkook says with pain in his voice. "I don't need my father's damn company, and if you think you're force me to make a choice, you're wrong. I made my choice a long time ago. On the very night we were together for the first time."

You listen to his words and feel something inside you break in two. You know he's sincere. You know that he really don't needed make a choice. But doesn't he understand what his father might do? He should know better than anyone. You've seen that look. You've heard that tone. You've felt the air in the apartment become heavy, as if before death.

You breathe shakily, as if the air were a splinter piercing your lungs.

"Kook... I just want you to understand that I'm suffering." Your voice breaks, but you continue, not letting him interrupt. "You can give me the whole world, but you can't give me peace. I can't stand waking up every day and thinking, “Will it come out today? Will they strip me naked in front of everyone like dirty laundry today? Will your father try again today?” I don't sleep anymore. I don't eat anymore. I am no longer myself. And if you hold me close now and say ‘stay,’ I will stay... and in six months, you will be holding an empty shell that was once your wife."

You look him straight in the eye. Tears are streaming down your face, and you don't wipe them away. Let him see. 

"I can't pretend anymore that your hugs are enough to get me through this. They're not enough."

You look at him and he's breathing heavily. He's the first to break eye contact and looks away at the windshield. You can see the muscles in his jaw twitching. Jungkook nervously grips the steering wheel, and you can see that it's hard and painful for him too. 

"Do you really think I'll let you go just like that?" His voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable. But he doesn't turn his head toward you. 

"I don't think so, but you have to... If you love me the same way," you say. 

"I love you, that's why I don't want to let you go," he says harshly, and you didn't expect that. His tone makes you feel worse. Nausea comes on suddenly and your head started spinned. But unexpectedly, he agrees. "But if that's your decision, I won't hold you back... However, I need something. Just two weeks. I need you to withdraw your application and not break up the marriage for two weeks while I finish with Kang Tehwon. After that, I promise you I'll sign the divorce papers." 

You froze. Two weeks isn't that long, but you were afraid it would be harder to leave after that. But you couldn't refuse him. So you agreed. 

"Okay..." you said, and a tense silence fell. The rain seemed to get heavier, drumming louder on the roof of the car. You sniffed and exhaled, wanting to free your chest from the pressure. 

Jungkook turned on the windshield wipers on more speed, to see the world through the windshield and started the engine. You realized that your conversation was over. You touched the door lock to leave and said one last thing.

"I'll try to pick up my things during these two weeks."

"Uh-huh" he said. His tone was flat. You put your hand on the door handle. You open it. Cold air rushes into the car, and you feel worse than you thought you would be after the conversation. 

You get out, and the raindrops instantly soak you. You take one last look at Jungkook. He sits upright, staring ahead, and in a moment the Mercedes quietly drives away, its headlights cutting through the wet darkness, and in a moment he is gone.

You stand in the rain. The drops hit your face, mixing with your tears, and you don't even know whose are whose. You don't want to go home — you can't let your grandmother see you like this.

You just walk down the street, slowly, going nowhere, watching the two red lights who were already far ahead. 

The following days merged into one continuous, gray stream of time.  You wanted the world to cease to exist. Because everything around you reminded you of Jungkook, and it was really hard to cope with the pain. You hardly left your room, wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon that was supposed to protect you from the cruel reality. 

The only light in this endless hell was your grandmother. She didn't ask unnecessary questions, didn't pry into your soul, and didn't reproach you for your red, tear-stained eyes. She was just there — quietly placing hot tea with lemon balm on the nightstand, stroking your head when you were overcome by another bout of hysteria, and repeating that the darkest night is always before dawn.

And she was right. One day — you had lost count of them — you woke up with a strange feeling of emptiness. There were no more tears. Everything inside had burned out, leaving only cold, crystal clarity. You are alive. The world did not collapse, although you thought it should be.

You decided to pull yourself together. You needed to put your thoughts in order, put the past behind you, where Jungkook and his family were, and build a future. 

You need to focus on something else. On the job for example, which you were supposed to find. You opened your laptop, your fingers mechanically typing in the addresses of job sites. You were looking for anything that would accept you, despite the scandalous aftermath of your relationships and marriage. While checking your email, you came across a notification that made your heart flutter.

The official letter announced that the rights to the natural cosmetics project you had worked on while still at EON Creative, which had won the prestigious Seoul Creative Awards, had been officially returned to you. Justice had prevailed. Kang Yongwon, who had brazenly stolen your project, had been fired in disgrace — and you knew that Jungkook had had a hand in it. But now it didn't matter. The main thing was that your name was back in the “Author” field. It was your ticket. With a portfolio like this, you could apply to work with leading companies.

This small professional revival gave you the impetus to act. To start a new chapter, you have to close the old one. For good. You opened a chat with a contact whose name alone evoked excitement to nausea. You thought now was the time to write to him:

📱You: "Hi. When will you be home? I want to pick up my things."

The reply came instantly, as if he were holding the phone in his hands.

📲 Jungkook: "Hi. I'm hardly ever home. You can come anytime. You know the door code. If you need help with transportation, let me know and I'll send a driver."

The coldness of his message cut you to the quick. You felt your palms sweat and a lump form in your throat. You exhaled and, with slightly trembling fingers, typed:

📱 You: "I have someone to help me. I'll come tomorrow."

The message was sent and read instantly. But there was no reply. You left the chat and put your phone away, thinking that your conversation was over, but then Jungkook's name and his message appeared on the screen:

📲 Jungkook: "Who will help you?"

The three dots pulsing on the screen showed that he was typing and deleting messages. You didn't want his help; you wanted to distance yourself from him as much as possible. And you were going to ask Jisu for help.

📱 You: "A friend."

He read it and again did not respond. You put your phone down, feeling yourself shaking more and more, as if there were a hurricane inside you.

After a short conversation with Jungkook, which took more energy and emotion out of you than the whole day before, you talked to your grandmother and told her that you were going to Seoul for a few days to pick up your things. Of course, she didn’t objected.

Later, closer to evening, you called Jisu, briefly told her about the latest events without going into details, and said that you were moving to Busan. Jisu, like a true friend, immediately began cursing Yongwon and the ‘Jeon family’ and offered you help and a place to stay. You agreed. You desperately needed to be in the company of someone who could distract you, and besides, you didn't mind spending time with a friend you hadn't seen in a long time.

It's been a while since your conversation with Jisu, and as you lay in your room browsing the latest fashion news, you received a text message from her with a link. You opened a chat with her, and immediately another message came:

📲 Jisu: "Have you seen this?????🤬"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you didn't know what could be in that link. Your mind was already imagining headlines on websites about your origins. You clicked on the link. The gossip site loaded slowly, as if giving you a chance to close the page and spare yourself the pain. But you didn't close it. The headline screamed in huge letters:

"WHERE IS JEON JUNGKOOK'S WIFE? HAVE HIS FEELINGS FOR HIS EX FLARED UP AGAIN?"

In the photos taken by the paparazzi last night near an elite club in Gangnam, everything was clearly visible. Too clearly. You recognized Jungkook silhouette instantly. He was standing next to his car. And she was next to him. Sukhi. She was impossible to mistake for anyone else — perfect hair, expensive designer coat, confident posture. In the first photo, she was hanging on him, hugging his neck, her face dangerously close to his lips. But that's not what killed you. What killed you was that in another photo, where they standing by the car, and he holding her waist... he was smiling. It wasn't a grimace of pain, nor was it polite detachment. It was a light, relaxed half-smile that he gave her as he put her in the back seat of his Mercedes.

The phone slipped from your hands onto the blanket. Everything inside you broke. Bile rose to your throat, making you nauseous.

"Liar..." you whispered into the emptiness of the room. You couldn't believe your eyes. He asked for two weeks. He said, "Give me time to sort things out with Kang Tehwon." He told you he loved you and didn't want to let you go. He said he couldn't stand Sukhi’, that she meant nothing to him. And now? While you're here in Busan, dying of longing, picking yourself up piece by piece and barely finding the strength to get out of bed, he's having fun with her? With the woman who humiliated you?

You tried to find an excuse for it:

"Maybe it's part of the plan? Maybe he's playing a role in front of the cameras to fool his father or Tehwon?" a pitiful thought flashed through your mind.

But you looked at the photo again. At how his hand was possessively resting on her waist. At that damn smile. No. It didn't look like coercion. They looked like the perfect couple enjoying the evening. Your breath caught in your throat from the burning, poisonous jealousy. It wasn't just painful — it was humiliating. You felt used and discarded, like a useless thing that had been replaced by a more shiny and prestigious version.

It seemed that Jungkook really did have plans. And those plans already included Sukhi, not you.

"Two weeks?" you snorted hysterically, wiping a tear from your cheek. "I won't wait a single day."

It was a sign. A cruel, brutal, but clear sign from the universe. It's over. Final and irreversible. There is no "us." There is only him, who lied, and you, who was stupid enough to believe him.

A message from Jisoo appeared on the screen again.

📲 Jisu: "Honey, how are you? Say something... I'll kill him, I swear!"

You picked up your phone. Your fingers were no longer trembling. They were firm, just like your decision. You didn't want to cry anymore. You wanted to erase him from your memory.

📱You: "I don't care. I don't want to talk or hear about him anymore. Tomorrow it will all be over."

You locked the screen and threw the phone on the bed. Tomorrow you will go to Seoul not just to pick up your things. You will go to end this marriage, and no requests to wait will stop you anymore.

Your mood was even worse than a few days ago. You looked more like a ghost than a young girl. You looked out the train window but saw only those cursed photographs. Anger was your fuel; it kept you from crying, it forced you to move forward.

The taxi stopped near the familiar residential complex where you used to live. You took the elevator up, heart pounding somewhere in your throat. When the elevator doors opened, you froze. Your gaze involuntarily fell on the door of your former apartment the one where you lived before all this madness. Memories hit like a wave.

You remembered that day... The day when you, figuring out how to avoid the harassment of your boss Kang Yongwon, knocked on the neighbor's door, whom you couldn't stand. Asking Jungkook to pretend to be your boyfriend at the company's 7th-anniversary party. It seemed like a brilliant plan. If only you knew... If only you knew that the annoying neighbor would turn out to be the heir to Jeon Group.

And the night that followed the corporate party and your shared lie changed everything. "I should have thought three times before asking him..." you thought, looking away from the old door. Better if you had just quit back then. Better if you had never known the taste of his lips and the heat of his body.

You walked up to Jungkook's apartment. Your fingers habitually entered the code. Beep-beep-beep. The lock clicked, letting you inside. Silence reigned in the apartment. You stepped into the living room and froze for the second time. There were no boxes that you and Jungkook had moved the day you moved to him final. And your things... they were unpacked. Your decor items were on the shelves; small things you had scattered that day stood untouched. He had unpacked everything. He had placed every item in its place, as if he believed you hadn't gone anywhere. As if he thought you would return.

This was not part of your plans. You thought you would come back quickly, pack what you managed to unpack, take the boxes that were packed, and go away. But now you needed to spend at least a day to pack everything, and the prospect of meeting Jungkook tickled your nerves.

You texted Jisu a short SMS saying you would spend almost the whole day, packing things, so she could pick you up closer to eight. You sighed, hid the phone, and went deeper into the apartment.

Your eyes fell on the chest of drawers standing near the sofa, and you noticed traces of dust. You ran a finger over the surface a light mark remained on your fingertip. It seemed Jungkook hadn't been here recently. Maybe he hadn't lived in this apartment since the day you left. This discovery gave an unpleasant twinge somewhere under your ribs, but you brushed it off. Where he slept was none of your business. Maybe at Sukhi's.

You started gathering things, chaotically this time, without your former neatness. You grabbed clothes from hangers, threw them into the suitcase. You collected your hygiene products that occupied all the shelves in the bathroom and other things you brought with you. It took much more time than you planned because you had to look for boxes that he had put who knows where and pack everything anew.

You were in the bedroom, folding the last sweaters, when you heard the sound of the code lock. Your heart skipped a beat and dropped to your heels.

Why did he return so early?

You didn't know what to do go out or hide. Your legs were rooted to the floor near the bed. Less than a minute passed, and he appeared in the bedroom doorway. He froze when he saw you. He looked tired tie loosened, jacket thrown over his arm, hair disheveled.

Your gazes met. You felt dizzy from agitation. Memories of what you did in this room, on this very bed, hit your consciousness. There wasn't a single corner in this apartment where you hadn't made love.

"Hi," he broke the silence first. His voice was hoarse, devoid of emotion.

"Hi," you barely squeezed out. He nodded, as if you were just neighbors, and walked past you into the bathroom, throwing his jacket on the bed not far from your things.

He didn't try to speak, just walked past indifferently. A minute later, the sound of water was heard. You stood, gasping for air. How could he be so indifferent... so calm?! After everything that happened? After those photos?

You quickly texted Jisu, asking if she could pick you up already, because you realized you couldn't be here for another second. But your friend's answer was disappointing; she said she was running late at a meeting and didn't expect you to be free so quickly. She promised to finish fast and come.

But you couldn't stay. You decided you would take the suitcase with things now, and the rest tomorrow morning when he was at work.

The water in the shower stopped. Jungkook came out already in sweatpants and a simple white T-shirt, with damp hair. He didn't even glance in your direction, went into the living room, and turned on the TV.

You laughed nervously. Was he really going to behave as if you were empty space? This was surreal. You grabbed the suitcase you had already packed and rolled it loudly into the living room.

He sat on the sofa in a relaxed pose head thrown back, one foot on the floor, the other stretched out on the sofa. He was watching TV, and when you entered the room, he looked at you but quickly averted his gaze.

Approaching the front door, you stopped. You put on your sneakers and wanted to just leave silently. But you were twisting inside from those photographs. You wanted to scream at him, tell him everything that angered you: his lies, indifference, his damn hugs with Sukhi.

You grabbed the suitcase handle, gripping it tightly to have at least some support.

"I'll pick up the rest of the things tomorrow," you threw coldly in his direction. "And on Monday I'll file the documents to the court. For divorce." Jungkook didn't even turn his head, just raised his eyebrows, looking somewhere to the side.

"Why?" he asked in a calm, weary voice.

"I don't see the point in stalling for time. The two weeks you asked for... they don't matter anymore," you replied and wanted to turn around to leave, but his voice stopped you.

"What are you talking about?" he finally turned his head to you. There was sincere misunderstanding in his gaze, which angered you even more.

"What am I talking about?" you laughed nervously. "Oh, it was very fun to see you on the front pages again. How sweetly you smile at Suhi, how tenderly you hug her near the club. You look great together, Jungkook. I think that was the solution to the problem with Kang Tehwon?"

Jungkook looked at you for a few seconds, and then... he chuckled. It was a short, contemptuous laugh. He stood up slowly from the sofa and headed toward you. You saw his face change. Instead of confusion, arrogance appeared, which you remembered from the beginning of your acquaintance.

"Seriously? Fell for an article from the gossip site?" he asked, stopping a step away from you with his hands in his pockets.. You drilled him with your gaze, squeezing the suitcase handle with new force.

"Ha, are you really going to say right now that it's all untrue? You were clearly visible in those photos, and you didn't look like you were suffering there!" you said sharply.

"I was picking her up drunk because my mother begged me," he explained. "She called me in the middle of the night, threw a tantrum that Suhi couldn't walk to a taxi. I went so she would shut up."

"Oh, what nobility!" you threw with sarcasm. "And did you smile at her too because your mother asked?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, as if talking to a child. He knew the truth. He knew that "smile" was a reaction to Sukhi’s drunken ravings, but for you, it was something else. Your jealousy pleased him, but on the other hand, it annoyed him. The events of the evening a few days ago flashed through his mind.

The clock in the office showed almost eleven at night. Dead silence reigned in the Jeon Group office; only the hum of the air conditioner disturbed the peace. Jungkook sat in his chair, looking at the night city through the panoramic window, but he didn't see the lights of Seoul. He saw only emptiness.

He had been deliberately staying late at work ever since he returned from Busan after talking to you. Returning to the apartment where your scent still lingered, where all your things were, and every corner reminded him of what you did there, had become unbearable. So he decided to live in his penthouse, where although your trace was there too, but there he could think soberly. Because the work to destroy Kang Tehwon did not stop, and even helped drown out the pain. Jungkook had to finish with your father as quickly as possible and find a way to get you back.

The phone on the table vibrated. The name lit up on the screen: Sukhi. Jungkook cast an indifferent glance and ignored the call. He took the car keys and went down to the parking lot.

As soon as he drove onto the highway, the phone rang again. This time it was his mother. He sighed heavily and pressed the button on the steering wheel.

"Yes, Mom."

"Jungkook! Where are you?" his mother's voice was on the verge of hysteria. "Did Sukhi call you?"

"She called. I didn't pick up," he answered indifferently, changing lanes.

"What do you mean you didn't pick up? Jungkook!" Mrs. Jeon exclaimed. "You are simply unbearable! The girl is at a club, she drank a lot, is crying, and can't even walk to a taxi!" Her dramatic tone didn't touch Jungkook at all.

"And what does that have to do with me?" his tone was just as indifferent.

"Pick her up immediately!" she exclaimed.

"Am I a sober driver? She has a phone. Let her call a driver. Or ask security to put her in a taxi," Jungkook cut off.

"Jungkook, don't act like a scumbag!" his mother shouted, unable to restrain herself. "She is suffering because of you! Because of your antics with that... that wench! Is it really so hard for you to show a drop of humanity and pick up the poor girl? She's in such a state that anything could happen to her!"

"She has plenty of friends. Let her call them," Jungkook said, not wanting to waste his time on such things. Seeing Sukhi, and drunk at that, was the last thing he wanted today.

"Jungkook! I order you..." his mother said threateningly, but he hung up. This manipulation annoyed him. But a minute later the phone vibrated again. Sukhi again. He picked up so she would finally get lost.

"Jungkook-aaah..." she drawled his name; from her tone, it was clear she was drunk.

"What do you want?" he asked in an icy tone.

"Oppa... can you coooome pick me up?" she distorted her voice to a cute-pitiful tone. It only made Jungkook want to roll his eyes, not rush to her aid.

"Ask Yoongi to pick you up," Jungkook suggested, not without a dose of sarcasm. She didn't answer immediately; something was making noise in the background, and then she replied.

"I texted him, he's busy..."

"And I'm supposed to be free? I'm actually a married man," Jungkook threw out.

Sukhi was silent again. Something started making noise again, and Jungkook was about to disconnect when she spoke.

"If you don't come..." her voice was slurring, "I'll sit here on the curb until morning. Until I sober up. Or until someone hits on me. I don't care."

Jungkook chuckled soundlessly. This one manipulates too. What kind of day is this?

"Sukhi, you are free to do whatever you want. I don't care," he said coldly. He heard her sniffle, and then say quietly, without her usual arrogance, almost pitifully:

"Oppa... please. Just help me. I can't get up. It's just a request for help. Nothing more."

Jungkook gripped the steering wheel, feeling annoyed. He felt like an asshole. No matter how much he despised her, leaving a drunk girl at night was low.

"Where are you?" he barked.

"Near 'The Hills' club," she answered.

When he drove up, she was sitting on the stairs, head down on her knees. Seeing his car, she tried to stand up but swayed. Jungkook got out of the car, not hiding his irritation. He walked up to her, and when she almost flew nose-first into the asphalt, he was forced to catch her by the arm.

"Careful," he grumbled. On the way out of the alley, she swayed again. Her legs were tangling, heels slipping. Jungkook had to grab her tighter, pressing her to him so she simply wouldn't fall. To an outside observer, it looked like a hug. For Jungkook, it was like dragging a sack of potatoes.

He led her to his car, opened the back door, and when he tried to pull away, she almost fell, and a moment later she was hanging on his neck. Jungkook wanted to try pushing her away, but she pulled him toward her, and he smelled the strong scent of alcohol. It seemed she had drunk a lot.

"Oppa... why aren't you asking why I'm so drunk?" Sukhi asked, looking at him with a blurry gaze, and suddenly broke into a drunken smile.

"Because I'm not interested. Get in the car and I'll take you," Jungkook replied.

Hearing his answer, Sukhi laughed dramatically, and then, clasping her hands tighter around his neck, said:

"But I'll tell you anyway. A celebration... I have a celebration, Jungkook-ah..."

"What celebration?" he asked reluctantly.

"Your Y/N..." she hiccuped, "she's going back to her damn Busan. Going to live her pathetic bastard life... And I... I will marry you."

Jungkook froze hearing your name from Sukhi’s lips. So she knew about you and his father's conversation with you. Only his mother could have told her that.

He looked at her, at her smeared lipstick and that triumphant expression. What she said was so absurd, so pathetic, that he couldn't help himself.

He laughed. It was a short, mean laugh. He wasn't laughing with her; he was laughing at her.

"Are you really such a fool?" Jungkook asked, and that same sarcastic smile froze on his face, which cameras would later capture as "lovestruck." "Do you think I will ever be with you?"

"You will..." she whispered confidently, swaying on his neck. "Now you will definitely be mine. Because even if that precious bastard of yours tries to return... all of Korea will find out about her shame. Your father won't tolerate that. You're stupid, Jungkook... Hanging such shame on the family... You should have listened to your father from the start."

Her words about you, and that word "bastard," provoked a desire in him to push her into a puddle. But he restrained himself.

"You're the stupid one, Sukhi." he said. "Because you still think I'll be your husband. But I already have a wife, and it's not you."

"You'll divorce," Sukhi stated, without the previous gaiety in her voice. Jungkook finally removed her hands from his neck and squeezed her elbows, approaching to her face.

"We won't divorce. And your father won't get Jeon Group. I love Y/N and will turn the world upside down if needed for her to be by my side. Do you understand? You never had a chance." His tone was threatening, humiliating. Sukhi’s face contorted with malice, and she began to look even worse.

"You're a scumbag," she hissed.

"Possibly," Jungkook replied coldly, not looking away. "And if honestly it definitely better than be your husband."

He didn't wait for her next portion of poison. Abruptly turning her back to the interior, he almost shoved her into the back seat. Sukhi fell clumsily onto the leather upholstery, mumbling something under her nose and trying to fix her dress, but no longer resisted. The alcohol finally took its toll.

Jungkook slammed the door with a bang, cutting off her drunken whining from himself. He exhaled, running his palm over his face, trying to erase even the memory of her touch. He felt disgusted. His shirt seemed to stink of her heavy perfume mixed with stale alcohol fumes.

He walked around the car, fixing his jacket which she had crumpled while hanging on him.

He didn't even suspect that at this very moment, in the bushes a few meters away from them, a camera shutter clicked quietly. That a flash, hidden by the darkness of the night, captured every second of this scene but distorted it beyond recognition.

In the photos, his anger would look like burning passion. His forced support so she wouldn't smash her nose on the asphalt like tender, possessive hugs. And that same short, sarcastic smile with which he mocked her delusion about the wedding like the happy gaze of a man looking at his beloved.

Jungkook blinked, chasing away memories of that disgusting night, and focused his gaze on you again. His eyes burned, not with anger, but with the despair of a person who isn't being heard.

"It was all set up, Y/N. From start to finish," he said firmly, taking a step toward you. "You know perfectly well how I feel about Sukhi. I can't stand her. She is nothing to me. I need no one but you. I love only you."

His words hit you, forcing your heart to skip a treacherous beat, but the resentment was too fresh. You didn't want to give up so easily.

"Your 'love' was too visible in those photos," you blurted out, trying to make your voice sound confident, but it trembled.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, as if holding back the last drop of self-control. He took another step, closing the distance between you to a dangerous minimum. His face ended up close, and you could feel the warmth of his body, catching the familiar scent of his perfume, which once soothed, but now only caused pain.

"Don't tell this shit and test my patience, Kitten. It's already on the edge," he whispered in a low voice, looking you straight in the eyes.

You involuntarily shrank from this sudden proximity and his tone, lowering your gaze to his lips, and then away. Your body betrayed you a wave of heat ran down your spine, and your breathing quickened.

Jungkook noticed this. His gaze slid over your face, fixing your reaction. He realized you still felt his influence, and this added to his confidence.

"Do you think all easy for me?" he said. "I think about you every minute. Every fucking damn minute. It drives me crazy. I wake up and you are already before my eyes. I miss you so much I'm going insane," his eyes restlessly darted over your face. "I'm nearly dying from the desire to touch you, I want to just hug you, feel you... make it so you never leave again. And you stand here and accuse me of insincerity?"

You froze. His words penetrated under your skin, destroying your protective walls. You wanted to fall into his arms, cry, and forget everything, but this desire caused almost physical pain. You knew you couldn't give in. You had already decided it was over. But his presence acted like a drug. You, like an addict, wanted to inhale him again, even knowing it would destroy you.

Jungkook came right up close. Now your bodies were almost touching.

"If this were our usual fight..." he said quietly, and a dark spark of desire flared in his eyes, "I would have already proven to you how much I love you. Right here. And you would have believed me."

You almost died from these words. Your imagination instantly painted pictures of exactly how he would "prove" it, and your lower belly twisted in a sweet spasm. It was unbearable. You had to run. Immediately.

You took a sharp breath, gathering the remnants of your will into a fist.

"I... I have to go," you mumbled, grabbing the suitcase handle like a lifeline, and tried to bypass him.

But Jungkook didn't let you take a step. His hand landed on top of yours on the suitcase handle, stopping the movement. He didn't squeeze hard, but his touch was firm and absolute.

You raised a frightened gaze to him.

He looked at you with absolute confidence. There was no more confusion or pain in his eyes only determination.

"You will be mine again, Kitten. And no one will prevent that..."

Your heart beat at such a wild speed that it seemed the echo rang throughout the room. His confidence was frightening. Frightening not because you were afraid of him, but because you were afraid of yourself. Because you knew: one more moment, his touch, one more "I love you" and you would break. You would drop the suitcase, forget about pride, about Sukhi, about everything in the world, and let him do whatever he wanted.

This thought sobered you up. You couldn't allow yourself to be weak. You gathered all the strength you had left, and sharply, almost rudely, yanked your palm from under his hand. The warmth of his skin disappeared, and you were washed over with cold, but it gave you the necessary impulse.

"No. Between us, it's over, Jungkook. And this time, really," you said, stepping back. You forced yourself to look at him with determination, trying to hide your fear behind it.

You saw the muscles in his jaw tense, but he didn't try to grab you again. He slowly lowered his hand, allowing you to leave. He stood motionless, like a rock, but his gaze burned through you, promising that this was indeed not the end.

Not waiting for him to change his mind or say something else that would finally destroy your resolve, you turned around and almost ran out of the apartment, dragging the suitcase behind you. The wheels rumbled on the parquet, as if counting down the seconds of your escape.

You darted into the corridor, and the door closed behind your back with a quiet but heavy click.

You leaned your back against the cool wall near the elevator, greedily gasping for air with your mouth, as if you had just surfaced from water. Your knees trembled so violently they barely held you.

You escaped. You managed to leave.

You pressed the elevator call button, feeling a lonely, hot tear roll down your cheek. You ran away from him, but his words "You will be mine again" still echoed in your head, and, what was most terrifying... your traitorous heart wanted it to be true.

The terrace of a restaurant in central Seoul was drowning in the rays of the August sun. The air was hot and humid, typical for late summer, but Kang Sukhi wasn't bothered by it. She sat at a secluded table, hidden from prying eyes by tall decorative plants, sipping an iced americano.

A satisfied smile played on her lips. She scrolled through the news feed on her phone once again, zooming in on photographs taken a few days ago.

"Jeon Jungkook and Kang Sukhi: passionate reconciliation or where is the heir's wife?"

"Can the Jeon Group heir not let go of his ex-fiancée?"

Sukhi chuckled. She didn't care about the headlines. The main thing was the picture. In these photos, Jungkook looked as if he really cared about her. His hand on her waist, her arms around his neck... and that smile of his. To the whole world, they looked like a couple. And Suhi knew that you saw it. It was her small, sweet victory, an advantage over the news when she found out about your marriage to Jungkook.

Her thoughts involuntarily returned to a few weeks ago, to the day the world turned upside down. She remembered how her hands went weak and the phone fell when she saw the article about your secret wedding to Jungkook.

It was hysteria. Real, uncontrollable hysteria. She smashed the dishes standing on the table during breakfast.

"How could he?!" she screamed, choking with anger. "Dad, do something! You promised! You promised he would be mine!"

Kang Tehwon barely calmed her down then. He grabbed her by the shoulders, shook her, and said firmly:

"Stop this hysteria, Sukhi! This means nothing. It's just a piece of paper. I'll take care of everything. They won't be together, do you hear me?"

And he kept his word. Or so it seemed. But later when Sukhi had lunch with Mrs. Jeon, Jungkook's mother told the news that made Sukhi want to dance on the table. Jungkook's father personally visited you in the apartment where, it turns out, you two were living. It was an ordinary building a bit far from the center of Seoul. And she was shocked that Jungkook turned out to have found you right there.

She said that Jungkook's father clearly made you understand your place. He threatened to reveal your dirty little secret about your origins. Which Sukhi, of course, knew, because when she started acting against you herself, she found out you were a bastard... with an alcoholic mother.

But Jungkook stopped Sukhi from acting back then. He threatened that if anyone found out about your origins, she would be in trouble. And then Sukhi looked for another way to destroy you, until the action she perceived as the end of the world turned into the end for your relationship with Jungkook.

President Jeon said he would wipe you off the face of the earth if you interfered with the business merger. And you ran away. Returned to your Busan, tail tucked.

Then Sukhi felt triumph. She was happy. She thought she had won. The obstacle was removed, you were intimidated and sitting in your hole, and Jungkook would soon realize he needed an equal match.

But the night that happened a few days ago... The night Jungkook came to pick her up from the club shattered her illusions completely.

She remembered Jungkook's cold, disgust-filled gaze near the car. His words, which cut without a knife:

"I love Y/N and will turn the world upside down if needed for her to be by my side. Do you understand? You never had a chance."

At the moment when she was already sitting in the back seat of his car, drunk and humiliated, she realized a terrible truth.

It is not enough to intimidate you. It is not enough to send you to Busan. It is not enough to fire you or make you suffer.

The problem wasn't where you were. The problem was that you exist.

As long as you breathe, as long as you walk this earth Jungkook will think about you. He will turn the world upside down, just as he promised, to find you and bring you back. Sukhi knew Jungkook, and she knew he would do it.

You would always be an obstacle. Always be a shadow standing between Sukhi and her dream.

Her reflections were interrupted by a shadow that fell on the table. Sukhi looked up.

Near her stood a tall man with heavy facial features. His appearance would make anyone else wary.

Despite the thirty-degree heat, he was dressed in a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his eyes. His face was hidden by a black mask and dark sunglasses. A drop of sweat ran down his temple, but he seemed not to notice it.

He sat opposite her without invitation, dropping heavily onto the chair.

Sukhi slowly put the phone screen down and broke into a welcoming but cold smile.

"Good afternoon, Kang Yongwon-nim. Glad you came."

The man pulled the mask down to his chin, revealing an unshaven, exhausted face. His eyes darted around, trying to spot someone.

"Why did Kang Tehwon's daughter need a meeting with me?" his voice was hoarse and rough. Kang Yongwon looked like a hunted beast.

"Oh, it seemed to me that we have common interests," Sukhi replied calmly, playing with the straw in her glass. "I know what happened to your career. All these dirty slanders, the firing... I know it's not true. You were just set up. And we both know because of whom you were thrown out like trash, don't we? It's all because of Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Yongwon's face contorted. His eyes filled with blood, and his posture tensed. He leaned forward abruptly.

"If you called me to talk about that bitch, then I'm leaving," he hissed, and undisguised aggression was felt in his voice. He jumped to his feet. "I don't want to hear her name."

Sukhi didn't flinch. On the contrary, her smile became wider. She found the right button.

"Sit down," she ordered softly but authoritatively. "I understand your anger. Believe me, I understand it better than anyone."

Yongwon hesitated. He remained in place for a moment, and then sat back down, breathing heavily.

"She ruined not only your life, Kang Yongwon-nim," Sukhi continued, and her voice became poisonous. "She ruined mine too. She stole the love of my life from me. She, a rootless upstart, bribed Jungkook with who knows what, got into his head... I was supposed to be his wife. I was supposed to be in her place!"

Yongwon listened to her, and his gaze became increasingly interested. He saw in her the same hatred that boiled within himself.

"That girl crossed the path of too many people," Sukhi said, looking him straight in the eyes. "She climbed where she doesn't belong. And she has to pay for it."

She paused, allowing her words to settle.

"So tell me, Kang Yongwon-nim... would you like to get rid of the girl who ruined your successful career? And in return, regain your honest name?"

Yongwon narrowed his eyes.

"Why would you help me?" he asked suspiciously.

"I told you," Sukhi leaned closer, her eyes flashing with a dangerous fire. "I want to take back what was stolen from me. I need her to disappear from Jungkook's life forever. And for that, I need your help. And in return... when she is finished, my father and I will take care of you. My father has enough power to clear your reputation. Besides, you are a good worker who will help our business."

Yongwon fell silent. He looked at his hands, then at Sukhi. The last months replayed in his head shame, dismissal, lack of money, contempt of colleagues. And all this because of one girl. Because of you.

He had nothing to lose. And he could gain everything.

A crooked, sinister grin appeared on his lips.

"Okay," he rasped. "I'm ready to burn in hell if I drag her down with me. What do I have to do?"

When he came and you showed him the phone and asked how long it had been going on, he began to make pathetic excuses. Standard phrases like "It's not what you think," "I'll explain everything," and "Honey, let's talk about this calmly" were absurdly ridiculous and meaningless. You hardly heard his words because you saw what you saw, and it couldn't be anything else. Your heart was broken into a thousand pieces, and you didn't know what to do.

Instead of the family you were supposed to have in six months, you got a heart torn to pieces and trust shattered to smithereens. All you could do was leave without saying another word. It was unbearably painful to realize that the person you considered your other half and the man of your life had rejected you.

Leejin tried to get you back. His calls were like a punch in the stomach, his visits to your apartment were unbearable, and you couldn't bring yourself to forgive him. You didn't know what to do with everything that had happened. If you told your parents, your father would destroy Leejin, but you couldn't keep quiet because you couldn't marry someone who had betrayed you for so long.

Your thoughts tormented you more than Leejin's behavior, so that evening, when your friends were discussing where to go for a walk in the chat room, you were the one who suggested going to a club. You needed chaos, loud music to drown out your thoughts, and a place that was radically different from your usual world. That's how you ended up at Inferno.

You drank cocktail after cocktail, letting the warmth of the vodka spread through your body. You didn't want to find a connection, you just wanted to forget. However, despite the alcohol, you couldn't relax.

Solha and Yuna went outside to smoke, and you stayed at the bar. Your eyes wandered around the room, and once again you caught the gaze of a stranger.

It was the same guy you bumped into in the crowd on your way to the bar. He appeared out of nowhere, and you accidentally bumped into him with your shoulder.

The guy was tall, with dark, neatly styled, slightly damp hair, dressed in a black unbuttoned leather shirt with rolled-up sleeves, under which you could see a black tank top and a tattoo that clearly adorned his muscular chest.

He wore a chain around his neck. On his right arm, you also noticed intricate tattoo designs stretching from his wrist upward. Even in the neon light of the club, you could see a snake and a lily painted on his arm. He also wore jeans that were a little too big for him and were held up only by his belt.

He had piercings on his face, and surprisingly, you liked how this guy looked, even though you always thought that such rebellious looks weren't for you. There was something about this man that made you focus your attention on him.

You apologized, but your words were drowned out by the music. He looked at you without looking away, as if trying to understand what you were saying. Then he took a step closer, leaning toward your ear:

"What are you saying?" you heard his low voice. You smelled his perfume, something woody and spicy, completely unlike ordinary men's fragrances.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped into you," you shouted back, feeling his hot breath on your ear, which gave you goosebumps.

"You? It's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going," he smiled, and despite the piercing on his lip, his smile was surprisingly sincere and charming. His eyes lingered on you a moment longer than politeness required. "There are probably too many people here to dance,"

"Yes," you nodded, trying not to lose your cool. "Excuse me, I have to go," you said, not holding his gaze, and walked away.

Since then, you constantly saw him among the crowd of people in the club. It wasn't that you were looking for him specifically, but the look you caught from him now told you that you were in his field of vision for a reason.

You knew that sooner or later he would approach you, and you didn't know what you wanted more: for him to do it sooner rather than later, or not at all.

Finally, you felt him stand behind you, and a moment later he sat down on the high stool next to you. He ordered a glass of whiskey. When he moved, you caught a whiff of his perfume, which you remembered and which stirred strange feelings in you. His gaze fell on you and was direct and indecently intense.

"You seem to have lost your company," he said. His voice was a pleasant baritone that carried even through the loud music.

"No, I’m not," you replied, feeling your pulse quicken. "They went for a smoke break."

"And you didn't go because you don't smoke?" He smiled slightly.

"I don't smoke," you replied, smiling back. There was a pause. His eyes were fixed on your face, and the attention was almost physical.

"Why are you sad?" he asked suddenly. You pressed your lips together slightly and raised your eyebrows, not expecting such a question.

"Do I look sad?" you asked.

"Yes. I've been watching you all evening, and it's very obvious," he replied. The bartender placed a glass of whiskey in front of him, and he looked away from you for just a moment to thank him with a nod.

"All evening?" you asked, as if you hadn't caught his gaze since you accidentally met. You tried to sound ironic. "Why have you been watching me all evening?"

"I liked you." He shrugged, speaking bluntly. You didn't rush to answer, struck by his directness. But he didn't let you dodge the question. "So why are you sad?" he asked again.

"Do you really want to know, or is this just a way to start a conversation?" you squinted. He smiled slightly, and a playful sparkle flashed in his eyes, as if he had just been caught in a cute trick.

"What if I say it's both?"

You smiled again, allowing yourself a small flash of admiration that this guy was being honest with you. You turned away to your cocktail, examining it.

"I don't think you're the type who wants to listen to 'girl talk,'" you assumed.

"Why do you think that?" he asked again with a smile on his lips. The tension between you began to grow, and you couldn't understand what was causing it.

"Because you look that way," you turned your face toward him, meeting his searching gaze.

"How do I look?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Like someone who doesn't waste time and knows what he wants," you replied. At first glance, he looked like a typical chebol. But not in the way of going to work at his father's office or holding a management position. He looked like someone who lived off his wealthy family and simply did whatever he wanted. His piercings and tattoos spoke of his rebellious nature. But you weren't stupid and understood why he was here. His gaze and behavior said that he had come to you for one thing only—sex.

"Are you so good at understanding people?"

"Oh no. I don't understand people at all," you smiled bitterly, thinking how you could not have seen how you were being betrayed. And it was so obvious.

"But you told the truth about me. I don't waste my time and usually wouldn't listen to 'girly stuff'. But for some reason, I want to know what's upsetting you," he said. For a moment, you thought he was being sincere, but your intuition told you not to trust him. He was here because he wanted you, not because he wanted to know why you were sad.

"Because you want me to let you get closer," you said bluntly, looking him in the eye.

"Maybe," he said seriously, without arguing.

"Do I look like someone who sleeps with strangers?" you asked, deciding not to hide the fact that you understood his intentions.

"No. You don't," he smiled, his voice calm and firm.

"Then why are you still here?" you became serious.

He didn't rush to answer. He just picked up his glass of whiskey and took a slow sip, as if savoring not the drink, but your question. Then he put the glass back down.

"Because you're not like the people who usually sit here," he said, without looking away. "You're not looking for attention. You don't smile at everyone who comes up to you. You sit here, drinking your fourth cocktail, looking like you want the whole club to burn to the ground. And at the same time, you look like you're afraid someone will notice."

You felt something tighten in your chest. He spoke, and every word hit the mark.

"You don't know me," you replied, but your voice wasn't as confident anymore.

"I know you weren't supposed to be here. And I know you don't drink to have fun. You drink to not think." He leaned a little closer, and you smelled that woodsy scent again. "And I know you don't sleep with strangers. But you let me sit down. And you haven't left yet."

You were silent. He was right. And it was annoying.

"Do you want me to leave?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he replied immediately. "I want you to tell me what happened. Maybe it will make you feel better."

You turned away. You stirred your cocktail with a straw, hesitating to tell him what was still hurting you.

"Come on, you can tell a stranger in a nightclub anything. Your secret will die with me," he encouraged you.

"I've heard that it's bad to share your problems with strangers because then they somehowbeing involved in your life," you smiled, turning back and looking into his eyes, which already seemed to be undressing you.

"It's all up to you. You may never see me again after our conversation, or vice versa," he said, taking a sip of whiskey.

You glanced at him, then took a sip of your cocktail. You understood perfectly well that this man had not come to ask about your problems; he actually wanted to sleep with you, and this conversation was the beginning of foreplay.

"Have you ever lost everything you had in an instant?" you finally spoke.

He paused for a few seconds. You turned your head toward him and met his gaze, which surprisingly conveyed comfort and strength.

"Yes. It happened," he replied briefly.

Your eyes didn't leave each other for a second, but you swear it felt like an eternity to you.

"So you lost something?" he asked.

You nodded, feeling your throat tighten with emotions that were still fresh, like an open wound.

"Not 'something,' but 'someone,'" you said.

"A boyfriend?" he guessed.

"My fiancé," you said, and the word seemed to burn your tongue.

"Is he dead?" he asked. You snorted.

"I don't know what could be worse: if he were dead, or that fact he cheated on me."

"Could anyone betray a woman like you?" he asked, his voice full of genuine surprise. But you couldn't believe his sincerity. His reaction seemed fake.

"Oh, that sounds unconvincing," you said ironically, but he didn't even smile.

"I'm serious," he moved a few inches closer, and you noticed it. "You look like a woman who needs to be loved day and night. Who needs to be kept close 24/7, because someone will definitely take her away as soon as you take a step to the side. And some jerk cheated on you?"

You froze as he complimented you. It was said with such passion and confidence that your heart involuntarily began to beat faster. The thought flashed through your mind that if he wanted to seduce you, he was doing a very good job. But God, could you really sleep with a stranger?

"Yes. Can you imagine?" you ask, and for some reason your voice takes on a flirtatious tone rather than the pain you still felt. But why did you think he could drown it out better than vodka-based cocktails?

"I can't imagine what kind of scumbag he'd have to be," he says, his voice also taking on a flirtatious tone, dropping an octave.

You laugh again, unable to resist his tone and gaze. He's clearly a player and is now judging someone who cheated. It's funny.

"All men are scumbags," you say, unable to resist his remark.

"You judge everyone by your fiancé?" the man, whose name you still don't know, smiled defiantly.

"I judge all men. You all cheat. Even if you have a woman you should love day and night," you use his words against him. He laughs quietly and deeply again, and you can feel his laughter echoing in you with incomprehensible emotions.

"Then all women are stupid. Because they allow scumbags to do what they do," he leaned his elbow on the bar and took a sip of whiskey, looking at you from behind his glass. You couldn't help but notice the shadow of defiance in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" you exclaimed.

"Well, you're seriously saying that all men are scumbags," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Yes. Because even the most faithful will betray you someday. My fiancé acted caring, whispered how much he loved me. And the next day he was fucking his colleague in the office," you said sharply, unable to contain your emotions. The man with the piercing's expression changed slightly. But you couldn't tell what it meant: anger, irritation, or excitement from the discussion.

There was a short pause. He shrugged, twirling a glass of whiskey in his hands.

"Maybe you're right. But I can only speak for myself,"

"Well then, speak for yourself," you said, feeling irritated by him, "I'm sure you've cheated. But you're unlikely to admit it,"

"Never," you heard him reply. You froze, not expecting him to say it so quickly. You moved closer to him, turning your whole body toward him. And a fire was already burning inside you that you couldn't stop.

"Really?" you asked ironically.

"Yes," he replied, leaning toward you. "I've never cheated on a woman,"

"Because you didn't have one, right? Because you're a player who has a new woman every day, and that's why you don't cheated on," you said, analyzing him during the conversation.

"You've jumped to conclusions again, but based on what?" he smiled. He was clearly enjoying this conversation. But you didn't find it funny.

"Based on the fact that you've been watching me all evening and now you've come over to ask me for a one-night stand," you blurted out.

He laughed at you louder this time. And moved even closer. Your knees touched.

"I did want to offer you sex, but I'm not sure about one night anymore," he said, his eyes darting across your face.

"I don't have sex with people I don't know," you snapped and leaned back, trying to control how this man's closeness was suddenly affecting you.

"Then ask me anything you want to know," he persisted. You turned back to your cocktail.

"It doesn't work that way. I mean long-term communication," you said without looking at him. You felt him get up from his chair and come closer to you. He was close, and when his breath touched your ear for the second time that evening, you felt goosebumps run down your skin again.

"It can't be true. I can see that you're interested in me. And as you said, I've been looking at you all evening, but you've been looking at me too. I can see that you're responding, but for some reason you're hesitate."

You were struck by his directness and the fact that he noticed that you were looking at him too. And it’s not because he was looking at you, but because you liked him too.

"Come on, you're a grown woman. You can try sex with a stranger to numb the pain of betrayal. If you want, you can use me."

You slowly turned your head, and your faces were dangerously close. He glanced slowly at your lips, and you did the same. You felt like you wanted to taste them.

However, you didn't want to give in so quickly, even if it was to numb the pain.

"Oh, use you?" you asked quietly, almost surprised, trying to sound indifferent, but your breathing had already become uneven. "Do you really think I'm capable of that?"

"You're capable of anything to get rid of this pain," his gaze, black and deep, slid from your eyes to your lips. "And I can see it."

You were almost ready to respond with a sharp refusal, but his next move stopped you. He reached out his hand to you. You glanced at it briefly, then turned your eyes back to his.

"Let's go dance, and then you can give me your answer," he suggested.

You tilted your head, taken aback by this turn of events. It was unexpected and yet elegant. Instead of insisting, he was offering an innocent activity. You liked the way this man behaved. And the more time you spent with him, the longer you wanted to stay in his company.

You pushed your cocktail glass further along the bar table, feeling the bartender glance at you, and placed your hand in his.

His skin was warm, his palm firm, with a slight callus on his fingers, as if he did something with his hands. He squeezed your hand gently but confidently and pulled you out of your chair. You walked through the crowd—loud music pounded in your ears, neon lights flashed, bodies moved to the rhythm, sweaty and free. He led you to the dance floor, still holding your hand, and you felt his thumb slide across your palm—on purpose or not?

When you reached the center, he turned to face you, still holding your hand. The music slowed to something more sensual — a heavy beat with electronic notes that vibrated in your chest.

He pulled you closer, not too boldly, but enough for your chest to touch his torso. You started moving. The scent of his perfume enveloped you again — woody with something smoky that made your head spin more than vodka.

"Just relax," he whispered in your ear, his lips barely touching your earlobe. He leaned away for a moment, and then you leaned toward his ear:

"Using you?" you asked with a smile. He leaned back to see your eyes and that slightly sarcastic smile.

"Stop it," he said suddenly. You were embarrassed. What exactly had you done to make him react that way?

"What exactly?" you asked, moving with him. He leaned toward your ear again and said,

"Make me liking you more."

His words sent a strange sensation through your lower abdomen. After his words, you wanted to be liked by him even more. Your hands involuntarily squeezed his shoulders, which were as hard as steel. He kept his palms on your waist, his fingers sliding over the fabric of your dress, as if studying its contours.

You continued to move. Slowly at first, in rhythm, his hips touching yours, and you felt warmth spreading through your lower abdomen. The alcohol was doing its job — boundaries were blurring, the pain receding, replaced by something hot, primal. He leaned closer, his breath on your neck.

"If you want, you can use me any way you want," he whispered, his voice vibrating through the music.

You didn't answer with words — you just pressed closer, your hips synchronizing with his. His hands moved lower, to your thighs, squeezing gently, guiding you. You felt his hardness through his jeans—not intrusive, but obvious, and it sparked something in you that you hadn't expected. Your head fell back, your hair spilling down your back, and his lips barely touched your collarbone—not a kiss, but a hint.

The song picked up speed, and you moved faster. Bodies intertwined in the crowd, hearts beating in unison. You closed your eyes, letting the music drown out your thoughts. Leejin? Who is that? Pain? What pain? There was only this man — his hands, his scent, his gaze when you opened your eyes and met his — dark, hungry, and full of desire.

When the track ended, transitioning into something faster, he didn't let you go. He just stopped, holding your waist, and leaned toward your ear.

"So what's your answer?" he asked hoarsely, his lips barely touching your skin.

You looked at him, your breathing uneven, your lips parted. Your friends? They were somewhere out there, taking a break. The club? Chaos all around. And you... you wanted more. You wanted him to drown out that fire inside with another.

"Your name," you whispered, sliding your hand over his chest, feeling the tattoo under his shirt. "Tell me your name first."

He smiled—wide, defiantly—and leaned in so close that your lips almost touched.

"Jungkook, what about yours?"

You didn't answer him. Instead, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him—sharply, hungrily, with a taste of cranberry and whiskey. His lips were soft, his piercing contrasting on your tongue, but the kiss was hot as hell. He responded instantly, pulling you closer, his tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring.

When you broke apart, breathless, he whispered,

"Does that mean ‘yes’?"

You nodded, feeling your heart pound. Jungkook took your hand and pulled you toward the exit—through the crowd, past the bar, onto the street, where the night air of Gangnam hit you with its coolness. Outside the club, he hailed a taxi. Jungkook opened the door for you, and you got in without thinking about the consequences.

The sexual tension that had been building in the club became almost unbearable in this confined space. You could feel his thigh against yours, but he remained surprisingly restrained: he didn't touch you, didn't speak, just looked at you. His gaze was heavy and impatient, and you knew that this restraint was just thin ice before an explosion.

When the taxi stopped at the luxurious ‘GOLDEN HOTEL’, you weren't even surprised. Of course, he had a room in a place like this. He paid the driver, and you followed him.

He didn't give his name at the front desk. The staff greeted him respectfully and simply handed him his key card. In a moment, he led you to the elevator.

You tried to breathe, but the air was electrified. You knew what you were doing. You were going into this consciously. It was your revenge, your escape, your desperate desire to forget that you had been hurt.

The elevator seemed endless. When the doors opened on his floor, he just took your hand, his fingers squeezing your palm, and led you to the end of the corridor. He opened the door, led you inside, and as soon as the lock clicked behind you...

He pressed you against the wall, devouring your lips with a deep, demanding kiss.

All the restraint you had maintained in the taxi exploded in that touch. It was not a gentle invitation, but a demand, and you met his desire with your own, accumulated over the evening.

He broke away from your lips to look into your eyes. His eyes burned with fire, and he exhaled:

"You won't regret your decision, beautiful."

His lips covered yours again, this time more slowly, with force that you felt your back press against the cold wall of the room. Jungkook's hands slid down your waist, clutching the fabric of your dress as if he wanted to tear it right there in the hallway. You responded with a kiss of equal passion—your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, feeling the dampness of his strands that still retained the warmth of the club air. The taste of whiskey on his tongue mingled with your cranberry cocktail, creating an intoxicating elixir that washed away the last traces of pain.

He stopped kissing your lips and moved down to your neck. His hot breath burned your skin.

"You're so hot," he whispered hoarsely, his lips touching the throbbing vein in your neck. You felt his teeth gently bite your skin — not painfully, but enough to send a wave of excitement through your body. Your head fell back against the wall, and your hands involuntarily reached for his shirt. You pulled it off in one motion, revealing a black tank top the outlines of tattoos visible underneath. Your palm slid under the fabric, feeling the warm, smooth skin of his chest — hard muscles tensing under your touch.

Jungkook moaned softly as your nails lightly scratched his skin. His hands moved lower, to your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress. His fingers slid over the bare skin of your legs, leaving traces of fire.

"I want you all night," he murmured, pressing his body against yours. You felt his hardness—firm, tense through his jeans, pressing against your stomach. It aroused a new wave of desire in you; you arched toward him, rubbing against him, feeling the wetness gathering between your legs.

He couldn't resist — with one hand he grabbed your hip, lifting your leg to press closer. His lips moved lower, to your collarbone, where he left a wet kiss, and then lower still, to the edge of your neckline. You felt his tongue slide across the skin above your breasts, and his free hand unzipped the back of your dress. The fabric slid off your shoulders, revealing your lace bra. Jungkook took a step back to look—his eyes darkened as they slid over your body, as if he was already imagining taking off the rest.

"I never doubted for a moment that you were perfect," he breathed, his voice low and full of desire. He leaned down, his lips touching your breasts through the lace, his teeth gently tugging at the edge of the cup. He helped himself with his hand, pulling one of your breasts out of your bra. You moaned as his tongue found your nipple—hard and sensitive with arousal. He sucked slowly, the circular movements of his tongue making your hips tremble. Your hand slid down to his waistband, unfastening the buckle. His jeans slid down, revealing boxers that showed his erection — large and ready to enter you right now.

Jungkook pulled away from your breasts to kiss you again, this time harder. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding over your panties, feeling the wetness.

"You're already so wet for me," he whispered into your lips, then one finger slid under the fabric, touching your clit. You shuddered, a moan escaping your throat as he teased you with gentle circular movements, not penetrating, only intensifying your desire. Your hand wrapped around him through his boxers, squeezing, feeling him throb in your palm.

He froze for a moment when you squeezed him. His finger stopped on your clitoris, and then he exhaled heavily a millimeter from your lips. His hand gently took yours, pressing it above your head.

"Don't stop me from enjoying you," he whispered into your lips and at that very moment slid his two finger into your passage. You closed your eyes, feeling his fingers stretch your walls, and moaned softly. He made a few movements inside. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as you thought about how wonderful it would be when he entered you with his cock.

"You let me to use you," you moaned, pretending to be upset that he wouldn't let you touch him. He kissed you without answering. His tongue invaded your mouth possessively and insistently, and you got high from the slightest movement of his lips and tongue.

Jungkook broke away from your lips only for a moment to look into your eyes — his pupils were dilated, black as an abyss, full of promise. His two fingers moved slowly and teasingly inside you, enjoying your moans and the trembling of the walls that squeezed around him. You felt a wave of pleasure full you, and it was so intense that you involuntarily arched your back, pressing your hips against his palm.

"Are you that greedy?" he whispered hoarsely. The stretching was a sweet pain that turned into pure bliss — he moved deeper, touching a spot that made stars flash before your eyes. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, your nails leaving marks on his skin. He just smiled, quickening his rhythm. "I really let you use me, beautiful. But first, let me show you how it's done right."

His lips descended to your neck again. His kisses brought him to your jaw, rose to your ear, and his teeth gently bit your earlobe. The pain mixed with pleasure, causing a storm of emotions to rage inside you.

His tongue traced a hot path down to your collarbone. You felt completely uninhibited — as if all the weight, all the pain from Leejin, all your restrained, perfect life had dissolved in that moment. With Jungkook, you were different: bold, greedy, alive. You forgot everything — the betrayal, the wedding plans, who you were. There was only this fire inside you, burning brighter with each of his touches, and you gave yourself completely to him, letting your body lead, not your mind.

You reached for his boxers, but he caught your hand again, pressing both of them above your head with one palm. His strength was playful, dominant, but not frightening — on the contrary, it made you melt, feel desired, protected in his power.

"Don't rush," he murmured, slowly removing his fingers from you, making you moan at the loss. He brought them to his lips, licked them, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste like sin. And I want more."

He let go of your hands only to lift you into his arms—lightly, as if you weighed nothing. Your dress slid even lower, exposing your thighs, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your whole body against him.

He carried you to the bed, across the huge room, kissing you. He walked so confidently, as if he knew the way by heart. The light in the room was dim, and because of his intense kisses, you couldn't see anything around you.

The luxurious room was a large. The big bed with dark sheets, panoramic windows overlooking Gangnam at night — but you barely noticed it. He threw you onto the mattress gently but confidently and stood over you, removing his tank top in one motion.

His body was a masterpiece — pumped-up chest with tattoos that writhed as if alive: chaotic lines covering his right chest and running to his shoulder, complex colorful drawings that you wanted to examine in detail. You reached out, running your fingers over the drawings, feeling the warmth of his skin, the relief of his muscles. He leaned down, removing your dress completely, then your bra — enjoying every inch of your bare skin. Your breasts were freed, your nipples still hardened from arousal and now from the cool air.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed, feeling completely free in this submission. He moved lower, his lips touching your stomach, your thighs, spreading your legs wider.

His breath burned the inside of your thighs, and then—oh God—his tongue slid over your wetness through your panties. You arched your back, moaning loudly, without shame. He pulled the fabric down, exposing you completely, and his mouth covered you — his tongue circled your clitoris, sucked, penetrated inside, imitating what you so desired to feel with his cock.

Pleasant sensations grew wave after wave — you forgot how to breathe evenly, forgot about the world outside the window. You were a different person: uninhibited, moaning incessantly, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. Every cell in your body sang with pleasure, the pain of the past disappeared, replaced by pure, animalistic ecstasy. You gave yourself completely — your hips moving toward his tongue, your fingers scratching the sheets, your voice begging,

"More... Jungkook, please..."

And he listened. Your moans became more like cries as he began to lick your folds more actively, adding his fingers inside again. You felt the orgasm approaching. The pleasurable tingling sensation in your lower abdomen reached its peak and your fingers squeezed sheets tighter.

You opened your mouth to say that you were close, but one movement of his tongue and you came. The orgasm exploded brightly and blissfully. You squeezed his fingers inside you, your clitoris twitching on his tongue. Jungkook continued to move it, taking it all for himself.

Your thighs trembled and you tried to catch your breath, which had been knocked out by the orgasm. Finally, Jungkook pulled away from you and raised his head, looking at your face, which expressed absolute pleasure. You forced your eyes open and saw him smiling. You reflexively smiled back. He had done a really good job.

Jungkook got up, pulling down his boxers, and his cock sprang free — big, hard, with big veins. He settled between your legs. You watched as he took his cock in his hands and rolled it a few times. You saw pre-cum dripping from the tip. He moved closer, his eyes never leaving your wet, swollen pussy, and tapped your sensitive clit with the head.

Your breathing quickened. This was something new, something you had never felt before. Your hips twitched slightly, and he looked up at your face to gauge your reaction. His gaze was playful, with a spark that promised you unforgettable sensations.

He hit your clitoris with his cock again, this time a little harder, causing you to flinch and bite your lip. Immediately after the blow, he began to run the head of his cock over your folds, as if to soothe you. Jungkook leaned over, resting on one elbow, and kissed you.

"Don't you like it when I do that?" he asked, barely breaking away from your lips.

"I like it," you said, enjoying the way he caressed your clitoris with the head of his cock.

Jungkook purred softly, the sound low and vibrating, as if it passed through your skin straight into your bones. The head of his cock slid over your folds again, smearing wetness and precum, and you felt your body involuntarily reaching for him, as if drawn by a magnet.

"Do you want more?" he asked, but it was a rhetorical question. You were dying to feel him inside you.

"I want," you exhaled. You really couldn't wait for him to enter you. His eyes, black, burning, full of power, didn't let go of yours. He slowly, teasingly ran the head of his cock over your clit again, even harder, and you moaned, your hips jerking as if they wanted to rise up to meet him.

He was still close, his lips barely touching yours, but he didn't kiss you — he just breathed into your mouth, letting you feel his warmth.

"You're so sensitive. I'm not even inside you yet, and you're already trembling."

You moaned from the pleasant sensations he created with the movements of his cock on your pussy. You wanted more, but he seemed to be deliberately delaying. To encourage him to act, one of your hands squeezed his bicep, and the other dug into his shoulder, your nails deliberately scratching his skin a little harder. He didn't stop.

"You still haven't told me your name," he said suddenly. His words caught you off guard. You really hadn't told him your name. But for some reason, you didn't want to.

He pressed himself against your pussy and began to move, stimulating your clitoris with his cock. Your body responded to his movements — your hips involuntarily rose to meet him, seeking more friction, more pressure. The orgasm that had just receded was building again, slowly but inevitably, like a wave gathering strength before crashing onto the shore.

"Is that important right now?" you asked with a slight smile. There was something intriguing about the fact that you knew his name, but he didn't know yours.

"Don't want to tell me?" he chuckled, seemingly enjoying the game you had started. His free hand slid up your thigh, his fingers squeezing your skin as if marking his territory. "It turns me on even more. But I'm used to knowing the name of the girl I bring to an unforgettable orgasm."

His words hit you like an electric shock — right in the pit of your stomach, causing your walls to contract with anticipation. You bit your lip, trying not to moan loudly, but it didn't work: a quiet, hoarse sound escaped you. He smiled defiantly, knowing he had power over you.

"But if you don't want to... I can think of something myself," he continued, looking at your face. "How about a beauty... or better yet, a sinner... or a former bride..." Each word was accompanied by a new movement — his cock slid lower, to the entrance, barely touching, teasing, but not penetrating. You felt your wetness dripping onto the sheets, your body begging for more.

You didn't answer — you just deviated a little and next your hand slid down his abs to his cock — you wrapped your fingers around it, squeezed, moved up and down slowly, feeling it pulse in your palm, the veins tensing under your touch. He exhaled heavily, his eyes closed for a moment, but he didn't stop you this time.

"Fuck..." escaped his lips in a quiet whisper. You smiled — for the first time that evening, you felt that the power had shifted slightly to you. You quickened your movements, your thumb sliding over the head, smearing the precum, and he moaned softly, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

"Maybe I just don't want you to know," you finally replied, looking him in the eyes. Your voice was quiet, but with a hint of defiance. "It's better if, for you, I'm were just... a girl from the club. The one you picked up to numb her pain." You squeezed him tighter, and he exhaled through his teeth, leaning in so close that your foreheads touched.

"The girl from the the club..." he repeated, as if tasting the words. His hand rested on yours, stopping your movements—not abruptly, but firmly. "Then I must try to drown out your pain."

He let go of your hand only to lift your legs and throw them over his shoulders. You found yourself completely exposed to him — vulnerable, naked, but it didn't scare you; on the contrary, it aroused you even more. His cock touched your entrance, pressing lightly, stretching you slowly. You felt the head penetrate a centimeter inside, then retreat — again and again, imitating what was about to happen.

The pain from its size was there, but your desire to have it inside you was stronger.

"Please..." you blurted out involuntarily. You didn't recognize your voice — hoarse, pleading, full of despair.

"What is it, girl? What are you asking for?" he asked, smiling. But his eyes were burning with excitement. He leaned down, his lips touching yours, the kiss slow and deep, while his cock still teased you at the entrance.

"Come in..." you breathed into his lips, "just come in already..."

He didn't make you wait any longer. With one slow but confident movement, he entered you completely, stretching your walls, filling you as if you were made for him. You screamed, feeling both pain and pure bliss at the same time. Jungkook froze for a moment, allowing you to get used to it, his breath hot on your neck.

"That's it," he whispered, starting to move — slowly at first, deeply, each thrust drawing a moan from you. "Good girl... it’s so fucking good... You took me so well..."

Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper, touching spots you didn't even know you had. Jungkook held your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving light marks, and his gaze never left your face, hungry, as if he were drinking in your reactions.

His hips slammed into yours, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your moans. You arched your back toward him, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, and he leaned down, capturing one with his lips. His teeth bit gently, his tongue swirled, and you felt a new wave of wetness flood the place where you were joined.

You didn't stop moaning, and with each new movement, your moans grew louder. You felt something bordering on euphoria, and the feeling was so wonderful. Jungkook released your nipple with a wet smack and thrust deeper, making you cry out.

"What pleasant sounds..." he said barely audibly through his ragged breathing, "I want to hear more..." His movements became stronger, rhythmic — in, out, each time to the end, touching that sweet spot inside that made your eyes roll back. Your hands were on his hips, your fingers digging into his flesh, forcing him to press against you as tightly as possible. He fucked you lying down, his body on top of you, his muscles tense, sweat beginning to cover his forehead and his whole body with a thin layer. You were sweating too, but neither of you paid any attention to it.

You were close — the orgasm was building again, faster, more intense than the last one. Your body trembled, your walls tightened around him, and you felt him pulsing in response.

"Jungkook... I'm... close..." you exhaled, but he suddenly stopped, still deep inside you, and you moaned in frustration.

"Not so fast, girl from the club" he whispered, kissing your neck. He pulled out, leaving you empty and begging, and flipped you onto your stomach with one confident movement. You found yourself on your knees, face in the pillow, as he pressed himself against you from behind with his whole body—hot, heavy, and dominant. His chest was on your back, one hand slid down to your clit, starting to circle with his fingers, and the other found your hand, squeezing it.

He entered you again—from behind, deeper than before, and you moaned softly into the pillow, feeling him stretch you at a new angle. Jungkook exhaled heavily as he began to fuck you. His hips pushed you forward, the sound of your sex filling the room, his weight pressing you into the mattress, preventing you from escaping the pleasure. You felt his breath on the back of your neck, his lips biting your shoulder, his tongue licking your skin. His hand on your clitoris quickened, his fingers sliding through the wetness, and you trembled beneath him, completely subjugated.

The orgasm hit you suddenly—you screamed, squeezing him inside you, your body convulsing. He didn't stop, continuing to move through your contractions, prolonging the bliss until you relaxed, breathless.

Then he pulled out, turned you onto your back, and sat back against the headboard, leaning on the pillows. He still hadn't come. His cock stood hard, glistening with your wetness, and he beckoned you with his finger.

"Come here, beautiful. Sit on me. I want to see your face when you come again."

Still trembling, you crawled over, straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. You took him in your hand, guided him to the entrance, and lowered yourself slowly—feeling him fill you again, hitting new spots at this angle. You moaned as you began to move — up and down, circling your hips. His hands on your waist guided you, his fingers digging in, his eyes looking into yours.

"So good," you exhaled, unable to contain the pleasure inside. Jungkook smiled. He began to move his hips toward you, pressing you down to be deep inside you, then sat up, wrapping his arms around your body.

You opened your eyes, lowering them slightly, and met his gaze. He looked at your half-open lips as you continued to move on top of him.

"Did I do my job?" he asked suddenly. You froze for a moment, remembering what his job was supposed to be. Jungkook pushed you hard, knocking the already heavy air out of you.

"What job?" you asked. Jungkook stopped you and you both breathed heavily. He looked at you for a few seconds and then smiled, playfully and, you would even say, triumphantly. His lips found yours. His tongue intertwined with yours, and the wet sounds of your kiss were so pleasant to your ears.

Jungkook released your lips and, an inch away from them, said,

"To drowned out your pain," and kissed you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth. But this kiss was so quick that you didn't even have time to respond properly. "You forgot why you're here, except for sex? Right?"

You froze, feeling his words hit the mark — sharper than any thrust of his hips. Yes, you forgot. You forgot about Leejin, about the betrayal, about the broken heart that burned inside you yesterday like red-hot iron. There was only him — Jungkook, his body beneath you, his cock deep inside you, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You forgot everything except this heat spreading through your veins, except the desire to move faster, harder, so that this fire would burn away the remnants of pain forever.

You didn't answer with words — you just pressed yourself closer to him, your hand tangled in his hair, pulling his face to yours, and you kissed him — greedily, demandingly, with a taste of salty sweat and whiskey. Your tongue invaded his mouth, exploring, fighting for dominance, but he responded with equal force, squeezing your waist with his fingers as if he wanted to press you into him forever.

"Yes," you finally breathed into his lips, pulling away for a moment to inhale. Your voice was hoarse, almost unfamiliar — full of satisfaction and recognition. "You drowned him. Completely." You pushed your hips down harder, feeling him go deeper, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. A moan escaped your throat—loud, unashamed, and you didn't try to hold it back.

Jungkook laughed low. His hands moved lower, to your buttocks, squeezing them, guiding your movements.

"Okay," he whispered, pushing his hips up to meet you, making you bounce. "Come on, use me, girl whatever you want. Show me what you can do when you're not thinking about him."

His words ignited something primal in you—you sped up, moving up and down faster, circling your hips, squeezing him inside you deliberately to hear him moan. His head fell back on the pillow, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted—he looked so sexy, so vulnerable in that moment that you felt a rush of power. Your hand slid over his chest, your nails scratching the tattoo on his skin, leaving red marks, and he hissed with pleasure, pushing you harder.

"Fuck, you're... perfect," he muttered, one hand rising to your breasts, squeezing one, his thumb circling your nipple. You arched your back, letting him play, but not stopping — your movements became chaotic, desperate, the orgasm building again. You felt wetness running down your thighs, down his, as the place where you joined became slippery, hot, perfect.

"Come for me," he commanded hoarsely, one hand sliding between your bodies, his fingers finding your clitoris, beginning to rub it quickly, mercilessly. "I want to feel you squeeze me. I want to hear you scream my name."

It was too much—his fingers, his cock, his voice. The orgasm hit you like a tsunami: you screamed, squeezing him inside you, your thighs trembling.

"Jungkook!" His name burst out loud, breaking into a moan. He didn't stop, continuing to move through your contractions, prolonging the wave, but you felt him harden inside you as much as possible.

With one quick movement, he pulled you off his cock and spilled between your bodies. You froze above him, feeling the hot drops of his cum spread across your skin — on your stomach, on your thighs, sticky and warm, like the final seal of this crazy evening.

Your body was still trembling from the afterglow of orgasm, your walls throbbing with emptiness, your breathing so heavy that your chest rose and fell in unison with his. Jungkook lay beneath you, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted in a satisfied smile — the piercing on his lower lip glinted in the dim light of the lamp. His hand slid lazily down your back, his fingers tracing an invisible pattern on your sweaty skin, as if he didn't want to let go of the moment.

"Fuck... that was incredible," he muttered hoarsely, his voice low and satisfied, with a hint of laughter. He lifted his head to look down at the mess between your bodies, at the glistening semen running down his abs.

You couldn't help but smile — a weak but sincere smile, the first in a long time without a hint of pain. You slid off him slowly, your legs still weak, and sat down next to him. Jungkook turned to you, pulled you closer with one hand around your waist, and your bodies touched again—sweaty, perfectly matched.

"Wanna help me clean up this mess, girl from the club?"

He nodded down at his stomach, and you smiled seductively, knowing what he was hinting at. Today, you felt more freedom in your actions than ever before. You leaned down, your lips touching his skin — first on his chest where there were small splashes, then lower, your tongue sliding over the salty semen, tasting the mixture of both of you.

Jungkook made a low guttural sound, his hand tangled in your hair, not pressing, just holding. You licked again, slowly, and felt his cock twitch nearby — still semi-hard, sensitive after everything.

"You... are dangerous," he exhaled, pulling you back up for a kiss — slow, lazy, unhurried. His tongue slid over your lips, testing you, and you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. The world outside the window — nighttime Gangnam with its neon lights — seemed distant, unreal. There was only this room, this bed, this man who drowned your pain better than any alcohol or revenge.

You were the first to break the kiss, you looked at each other for a moment, and then you lay down flat. You stared at the dark ceiling, trying to steady your breathing and not think about the fact that you had just had sex with a stranger for the first time in your life. You had to admit that this stranger had given you some of the best orgasms of your life.

You felt Jungkook move closer, carefully covering you with a sheet to cover your naked body. But instead of just lying down next to you, he pressed himself against you, hugging you. His nose touched your jaw, tickling your skin with his breath. You felt pleasure from his unobtrusive embrace and the strength of his body. But was it normal? To lie in bed with a man you had known for a few hours, after crazy sex, and just cuddle?

What would be the right thing to do? Take a shower and leave? Or continue lying there with him until you fall asleep? Usually, after sex, you would take a shower, and then you and Leejin would fall asleep in each other's arms. Lately, after sex, he didn't fall asleep with you, but went to the kitchen or living room, pretending to work. Only now did you realize that he was probably going to talk to his colleague, with whom he was cheating on you.

You felt him put his hand on your thigh and begin to caress your skin with gentle, unhurried movements.

"Is this necessary?" your voice suddenly broke the silence. Jungkook's fingers stopped. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

"What exactly are you asking, beautiful?" he asked, looking straight into your eyes, which reflected the lights of the night city.

"This embrace and tenderness," you replied.

He looked at you for a few seconds, as if pondering your question, and then smiled slightly — not defiantly, as before, but more softly, with a hint of warmth that contrasted with his rebellious appearance. His fingers continued to glide over your skin, lightly, like a feather, drawing invisible circles that sent pleasant sensations through you. He leaned closer, his nose touching your cheek, and you felt his hot breath.

"Necessary? No," Jungkook whispered low, his voice hoarse with exhaustion but still full of that confidence. "But you look like you need it. Besides you need some rest. I'm not done with you yet."

You were a little shocked; you had just experienced orgasms that tore you apart, and you thought it was over. You almost laughed, but all that came out was a quiet, surprised exhalation.

"More? Are you serious? We just finis..." you said, but he didn't let you finish. He simply turned you on your side and pressed himself against you from behind. His soft cock touched your buttocks. One arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your back against his chest, and the other slid down your stomach, caressing your skin gently, as if to soothe you.

You felt his lips touch the back of your neck — a light kiss, then another on your neck. He didn't rush, didn't insist, just held you, letting your heart rate slow down. Your body, still sensitive after everything, reacted to every touch: goosebumps ran across your skin, your nipples hardened from the coolness of the sheets and the warmth of his palm.

"Seriously," he murmured into your hair, his voice vibrating against your skin. "You think once is enough? No, girl from the club. I told you I want you all night."

You don't know how much time passed while you were lying quietly in each other's arms. You were already starting to fall asleep when you felt it. His hand moved lower, his fingers sliding purposefully between your thighs, barely touching the swollen folds, still wet from before. You shuddered, a quiet breath escaping involuntarily as his finger found your clitoris, circling gently, as if checking how ready you were.

You were surprised at yourself, at how your body responded: moisture gathered instantly, your thighs involuntarily spread wider, inviting him in. He felt it — a quiet laugh sounded near your ear.

"See? You want it too." His erection, which was starting to harden again, began to press harder against your buttocks. He kissed your neck, his teeth gently biting your earlobe, and his hand between your legs quickened: two fingers slipped inside, stretching you, making you arch in his embrace.

You turned your head, searching for his lips, and he met you with a kiss — not greedy like before, but deep, with a growing thirst. Your tongue intertwined with his, you responded with equal force, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He rolled you onto your back in one motion, without removing his fingers — now you were lying beneath him, legs spread, his body above you. He positioned himself between your thighs, his cock touching your entrance, sliding along your wetness, but not entering.

"Jungkook..." you moaned, your hips rising to meet him. He smiled, his eyes flashing in the semi-darkness, and finally he entered, filling you completely. You moaned softly, feeling him stretch your walls, touching every sensitive spot. He moved slowly, each thrust deep and measured, as if enjoying every second. His lips were on your breasts, his tongue explored almost every inch of your body, his teeth bit gently, and you didn't know if you had ever felt so satisfied and desired in someone's arms.

You made love for hours — slowly, then faster, changing positions, as if you couldn't get enough. You didn't sleep until morning — just breathing heavily, laughing quietly between kisses, your bodies intertwining again and again. The light outside the window turned gray, Gangnam woke up, and you were still in each other's arms, his cock inside you for the last time, your movements lazy, as if saying goodbye.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, you were both exhausted. You fell asleep in each other's arms, and you were the first to wake up. Your body ached with pain and fatigue, but you had to go. You grabbed your phone and saw missed calls from your friends and text messages. You quickly wrote that you were fine and that you would tell them everything later.

Quietly, almost like a shadow, you slipped out of his warm and pleasant embrace, and your skin immediately broke out in goose bumps. You quickly got dressed, feeling the scent of his perfume on your skin and clothes, which you will never forget.

You felt that you couldn't leave without a trace. But you didn't want to wake him up. You carefully took 10,000 won out of your purse and put it on the table in the living room, finally noticing how large and luxurious the room was. You wrote him a short note. And you quietly left, letting him sleep.

Jungkook woke up feeling slightly tired. The sex with the girl from the club all night long was just incredible. He hadn't felt such pleasure in a long time; it seemed that the girl was just made for him.

His hand fell on the spot next to him and immediately felt the coolness. Jongkook turned around, opened one eye, and noticed that the girl was nowhere to be found. The thought immediately flashed through his mind that she had left, but he hoped that she was in the shower or somewhere in the room.

He got up, barely found his black Calvin Klein boxers that sat low on his hips, and rubbed his sleepy eyes to clear his vision a little. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and his lips were slightly swollen from sleep and the hundreds of kisses he had received that night.

Jungkook went into the bathroom, but everything was dry, with no signs that she had taken a shower. He went out to the living room, and everything was in its place there too. He touched his face with his palm, smiling.

His gaze swept over the perfectly tidy room, but there was no trace of her. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts. The girl from the club. He didn't even find out her name or give her his phone number. She disappeared like a ghost, leaving behind only memories of her moans, her taste, her body that responded so perfectly to his every touch.

He returned to the bedroom, glancing at the bed where just yesterday they couldn't tear themselves away from each other. His lips involuntarily stretched into a smile — bold, but with a hint of irritation. She had run away. After a night like that. She had awakened an interest in him he couldn't explain, but she made his heart beat faster when he remembered her gaze — sad at first, then so wild, so free during their intimacy.

He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his neck, feeling a slight ache in his muscles — a pleasant reminder of how she had scratched his back, how she had gripped his hair, how she had screamed his name. Jungkook bent down to pick up his shirt from the floor, and his gaze caught on something on the bedside table. Something that hadn't been there yesterday.

A note. And a 10,000 won bill, neatly folded underneath it.

He frowned, feeling a tightness in his chest. Jungkook picked up the piece of paper, pinching it casually between two fingers. He read the lines written in neat but slightly chaotic handwriting:

"You're more intoxicating than any cocktail. Thank you for the night when I forgot about everything."

Jungkook laughed out loud. He reread it again. And again. He didn't expect that a trip to the bar would end with him picking up a girl. And what was even funnier in this situation was that she left him money after sex as if he were her one-time fling. It was funny, but she really used him.

He got up, threw the note into the pocket of his jeans lying on the floor, and went to take a shower. The cold water should have washed her out of his mind, but it couldn't. He stood under the jets, closed his eyes, and saw her — how she bit her lip when he teased her clit, how her thighs trembled when she came. His hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, hitting the tile. He wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to someone leaving him with a feeling of emptiness.

Jungkook turned off the water, dried himself with a towel, and returned to the bedroom. He put on the new clothes that had been delivered to the room.

Jungkook drove to the office, gripping the steering wheel tightly, but his thoughts kept returning to girl from the club. He needed to focus, but he couldn't.

His phone vibrated, and the name "Jimin-hyung" lit up on the dashboard.

"Hello," he answered, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Hey, buddy, where did you disappear to yesterday so suddenly that you didn't even answer your calls?" Jimin's voice was, as always, too cheerful for the morning.

Jungkook decided to lie, not saying what the real reason for his disappearance was.

"I got bored, so I decided to go home."

But Jungkook's lie didn't work.

"Come on, do you think I'm stupid? I saw you approach the girl sitting at the bar. Besides, you would never leave without saying goodbye! Admit it, you picked her up, didn't you?"

Jimin held his breath, hoping he was right, but Jungkook just smiled quietly and told the truth this time.

"Yes, Jimin-hyung, I hooked up with the girl!"

Jimin rejoiced for his friend too loudly, forcing Jungkook to turn down the volume.

"Finally... finally this guy had sex. So should I call Grandpa to congratulate him that he has a candidate for daughter-in-law for Jeon family?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes slightly at his friend's violent reaction and, stopping at a traffic light, finally glanced at the dashboard.

"Don't say anything to Grandpa. He doesn't need to know that I was with someone. Besides, nothing will happen with that girl," said Jungkook, his voice taking on a cold tone.

"Why?" Jimin asked briefly.

"Because it was just one night..." Jungkook replied. Jimin didn't answer, letting Jungkook continue talking. "She didn't tell me her name, but she left 10,000 won... can you imagine?"

There was a moment of silence, and then Jimin burst out laughing, which made Jungkook quietly chuckle too at the surrealism of the situation.

"Seriously? You fucked a girl without even knowing her name. Damn, were you so busy that it wasn't an urgent question?" Jimin continued to laugh into the phone.

"I was busy, but I asked her twice. She didn't say," Jungkook justified himself.

"Oh my..." Jimin was surprised, "that's interesting... but 10,000 won? Man, she valued you so highly, I have to congratulate you," he said ironically. Jungkook snorted.

"Thanks," he said and pressed the gas pedal, pulling away.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the office. I need to hear the whole story with all the juicy details," said Jimin.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes," Jungkook said and hung up, but the smile didn't fade. He knew that Jimin would pester him with questions and he would have to tell him everything. But he didn't mind reliving the events of last night againn.

You and your friend walked away from the club entrance, and at that very moment, a black Tesla Model Y pulled up. Behind the wheel was Taehyung, Hannah's boyfriend. He was tall, with messy hair and a habit of playfully biting his lower lip when he was excited about something. And right now, it seemed he was.

You got into the car. You greeted Taehyung cheerfully and settled comfortably in the back seat, dreaming of taking a bath and going to bed. Hannah kissed Taehyung on the lips, and you tried not to look. You always felt awkward at moments like this. You unlocked your phone and went on Instagram to check who had viewed your stories.

"Well, are you ready for adventure?" you heard Taehyung's voice as he pulled away.

You looked up and saw the guy's profile, a smile playing on his lips.

"I thought you were taking us home," you said, a little tensely. Hannah turned sharply to you, looking over her seat with a broad smile.

"That was the plan at first," Taehyung laughed. "But on the way to your place, Jungkook called me. He said there's going to be a cool race."

"A race?" There was alarm in your voice.

"Yes! And not just a race, but the season finale. In the industrial zone, as usual!" Taehyung clarified.

"But it's an illegal race. If the police are there and I get caught, I'll get a reprimand at work. And that's if I'm lucky..." you muttered, trying to convince your friends not to take you there.

"You're exaggerating," Hannah waved her hand. "The police don't care about races at three in the morning in an industrial area. And Jungkook will be happy to see you again, I’m sure," she encouraged you, but you barely managed to keep from grimacing. Because in reality, there was something unresolved between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook was a guy you met a few weeks ago at a party. It was one of those parties you were persuaded to go to literally an hour before it started. Jungkook was Taehyung's friend. You remember how he appeared out of nowhere. You first noticed him because of the way he moved through the crowd — confidently, but with a natural ease, as if he didn't care who was looking at him.

Dark hair, slightly tousled, tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his black T-shirt, and that seemingly indifferent gaze, but with a spark of playfulness. Taehyung introduced you to each other, and you immediately felt your heart beat faster when Jungkook smiled, revealing dimples on his cheeks.

The party continued, and when you got a little tired of the noise and dancing, you found a place in the kitchen where there were the fewest people. Jungkook came in a few minutes later, supposedly to get a drink. He sat down next to you and you started talking. At first, it was casual banter about the music being too loud and how Hannah and Taehyung had already put on a mini-show on the dance floor.

Your conversation flowed easily as he talked about his car, how he loved speed and the feeling of freedom when racing down the night roads. You listened, but mostly looked at him — at his profile, at how he slightly narrowed his eyes when he laughed, at how his lips touched the beer can, at how his tongue quickly and deftly picked up every drop of the drink.

He sat close, his knee almost touching yours, his eyes lingering on you longer than a normal conversation required. And you couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence that a man like Jungkook had noticed you. He was incredibly attractive, and the longer you were in his company, the more you wanted to stay.

At one point, the kitchen became crowded and noisy. As you watched several guys trying to clear space on the kitchen table to arm wrestle, you felt hot breath on your ear and heard his low voice:

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air."

Because of the surprise, you turned your head too sharply and almost bumped into his lips. He lingered on your lips, then took your hand and led you through the noisy crowd that was already watching the fight.

Once outside, Jungkook let go of your hand and lit a cigarette. He took a long, deep drag. The cigarette smoke left his lips in a thick veil that quickly dissolved into the air. Jungkook looked at you, and you couldn't hold his gaze for long. You quickly looked away, hearing his voice somewhere to the side.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" His voice sounded calm, almost playful.

"You're already smoking. Will you put it out if I say I don't want you to?" you replied, glancing over your shoulder. He took another drag and followed you, waving the smoke away so it wouldn't touch you.

"If you say you don't want me to, I'll throw it away," he replied. You stopped and turned around. Jungkook was only half a step away from you. You tilted your head back, only now realizing how tall and broad he was. It seemed as if he filled the entire space. Jungkook looked at you, and you saw a spark in his eyes.

"I don't want you to. Don't smoke," you said deliberately, to see if he would keep his word.

He smiled — first with the corner of his lips, then more broadly, as if he really liked your boldness. After pausing for a few seconds, he threw the cigarette at his feet and crushed it with his shoe. You watched his movements, and when you looked up again, you found yourself captivated by his gaze.

You looked at each other, and the idea of kissing him was imposed on your mind. You smelled his perfume, which had a narcotic effect on you, mixed with the slight taste of tobacco that still lingered in the air.

Jungkook was standing so close that you could feel the warmth of his body, and it made your heart beat faster. His gaze was magnetic, as if he could see right through you, and you couldn't look away, even though somewhere inside you felt a slight fear of where this might lead.

"Well, you really made me quit smoking," he said with a slight smile, but there was a note of surprise in his voice, as if he himself did not expect to obey your words. He stepped even closer, and now there were only a few inches between you. You felt his fingers lightly touch your wrist, as if checking whether you would let him. You didn't pull your hand away. "But I could use one to ease my nerves," his voice became quieter, deeper, and you felt goosebumps run down your skin.

You wanted to say something witty, but the words stuck in your throat. Instead, you just smiled slightly, holding his gaze.

"Easy your nerves?" you smiled, feeling the alcohol and his closeness breaking down all your barriers.

"You know, I've been trying all evening to figure out how to be alone with you," he whispered, and those words made your insides tighten.

You didn't have time to answer because in the next moment his lips touched yours — at first cautiously, as if he was giving you a chance to back away. But you didn't back away. You responded to the kiss, and it immediately became deeper, more insistent. His hand slid to your waist, and then his fingers slipped slightly under the edge of your top, touching your skin. The touch was like an electric shock, and you felt your knees buckle slightly.

You stood under the house, in the shadows, where the light from the street lamps barely reached. His kiss was confident but not rough, and you lost track of time, immersing yourself in the moment. But suddenly you heard voices—loud laughter and footsteps. Two girls came out of the house, one of them shouting when she saw Jungkook. She said that everyone wanted him to take part in an arm wrestling match.

Jungkook stepped away, glancing at them quickly, and you felt the moment slip away. The girls were drunk, and one of them approached you, paying no attention to you, and literally took him away from you. The girl who took Jungkook dragged him by the arm toward the house, laughing loudly and shouting something about how he "had to beat everyone" in arm wrestling.

He glanced back at you over his shoulder, his eyes still sparkling, but he let himself be led away, reluctantly but without much resistance. Jungkook went into the house, and you stayed outside, still a little excited from the feeling of his palm under your top.

You could have gone back into the house, found Hannah, or just joined in the buzz of the party, but your feet seemed to be glued to the ground. You stood there, staring at the door through which Jungkook had just disappeared, wondering if you should follow him. But something held you back — maybe pride, or maybe the fear that he would no longer pay attention to you once he returned to the noisy crowd. You sighed and sat down on the curb, taking out your phone to distract yourself. Instagram stories, messages from Hannah ("Where are you? I'm in the kitchen, come on over!"), but all you could think about was him.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and you involuntarily looked up, hoping it was Jungkook. But it was just another group of guests who had come out to smoke and were discussing something loudly.

You looked away, feeling your mood slowly sinking. Jungkook never came back to you. You waited a little longer, but finally decided not to chase after him. You returned to the house, found Hana, who was already a little drunk and dancing with Taehyung, and just spent the rest of the evening trying not to think about what had happened.

When the evening was over, you said goodbye to Jungkook with just a quick glance. He was standing with a group of guys, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and just nodded slightly to you with the same cheeky smile. You didn't know why he didn't come over, ask for your number, or say anything else. Maybe for him it was just a moment, one of many that he easily lets go. But you couldn't shake the feeling that your kiss with him had affected you much more deeply than you wanted to admit.

But his words, "I wanted to be alone with you," now sounded like a cheap trick to lower your guard. Who knows what would have happened if that girl hadn't come out to pick up Jungkook? Was there something more between you?

Now, sitting in Taehyung's car on the way to the race, you felt those memories come back with renewed force. Hana kept chattering about how cool it would be to see Jungkook behind the wheel and what a first-class driver he was, while Taehyung joked that he would "put on a show again."

You remained silent, staring out the window at the flashing lights of the city at night. You weren't sure if you were ready to see him again, or if you were ready for him to act as if nothing had happened between you. But no one knew about you, and you had to pretend that you would be interested in the races.

Taehyung's car stopped on the outskirts of an industrial area, where a crowd was already buzzing. The industrial area in Busan was the perfect place for such illegal races: wide asphalt roads, empty warehouses, and no prying eyes. Summer in Busan was hot, and even at night the air remained warm, with a slight hint of the sea.

Taehyung parked, and you and Hannah got out of the car. Music from portable speakers mixed with the roar of engines and the shouts of people. Taehyung led you to a group of guys standing near the improvised "organizers' area" — a few folding chairs and a table with drinks.

He approached each of them and shook their hands, leaning his shoulder against them.

"Hey guys, you remember Y/N, right?" Taehyung shouted so he could be heard better. He quickly introduced you to everyone present because, unlike these guys who recognized you (you couldn't know why), you didn't remember almost any of them. Apparently, they were at the party, the same one where you met Jungkook.

The guys greeted you, each in their own way: Namjoon with a confident smile, Hoseok with a friendly nod, Yoongi raised his eyebrow slightly and greeted you in an indifferent tone, Jimin winked cheerfully, and Jin bowed theatrically, making everyone laugh. You noticed that they looked relaxed and cheerful, and it was captivating.

You felt a strange excitement inside, waiting for the one man you couldn't find in the crowd. Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers, and you turned your head toward the road. A Mercedes-AMG GT R roared to the finish line, followed by a BMW and an Audi.

The cars stopped, and the crowd began to chant:

"JK! JK!"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately realized that Jungkook was behind the wheel of the Mercedes. He got out of the car, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and highlighted the tattoo on his arm. Dark, worn jeans sat low on his hips, and black sneakers completed the look. His hair was slightly tousled, and he looked as attractive as ever, you would even say perfect. His face was lit up with the cheeky smile you remembered from the party.

Jungkook approached the crowd, where he was immediately surrounded, greeted, and patted on the back. His eyes scanned the crowd, and suddenly he stopped when he saw you. His smile softened, becoming almost intimate. His eyebrows rose slightly. He was pleasantly surprised to see you here.

When the crowd finally let Jungkook go, he approached his friends, where you were standing next to Hannah, who was in Taehyung's arms. Jungkook hugged each of his friends, accepting their greetings, and then his eyes met yours again.

"Hi," he said softly, as if you hadn't seen each other in weeks, but had just been talking.

"Hi," you replied, feeling a rush of heat wash over your body, and barely managed to respond.

From further conversations and actions, you realized that it was Jimin who had organized the whole event. A moment later, he was on an improvised stage made of folding chairs, raising his hand to call everyone to silence. His energy ignited the crowd, and even in the chaos of shouting and music, he easily commanded attention.

"All right, listen up! It's time for the final race!" he proclaimed, and the crowd erupted in cheers. "Me, Jungkook, and Jin! And, as always, according to tradition, everyone takes a passenger!"

You heard the crowd cheer with shouts, applause, and whistles. You also started clapping along with everyone else, not noticing that Jungkook was right behind you.

Jimin explained that the tradition of taking a passenger began as a joke a few years ago when one of the racers took a friend with him to "show off" his skills. Over time, it became a ritual: the passenger adds weight to the car, making the race more difficult, but at the same time it's a way to show what you're capable of when the stakes are high.

"It's like a dance with risk," Jimin added with a smile, and the crowd roared again. He climbed down from the stool and pointed at Taehyung. "You're with me, bro!" Taehyung laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, and Hannah clapped her hands happily.

Jin, standing nearby, put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and declared:

"I'll take my queen." She rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly accustomed to his theatricality. All eyes turned to Jungkook, and only when you saw everyone looking behind you did you realize that he had been standing there the whole time.

"Who will you take for the final chord, buddy?" Jimin asked, still hugging Taehyung.

Jungkook glanced at you. You looked away for a moment, confused, but he looked straight ahead, and everyone around understood who Jungkook's passenger would be.

"Will you ride with me?" he asked with a playful smile, and you almost fainted. Take part in the race? With Jungkook? Be alone with him in a cramped car? You unconsciously took a step aside, shaking your head in denial.

"I... no... I won't go. I'm afraid of speed," you muttered, feeling a wave of heat run down your back.

Standing nearby, Taehyung laughed:

"Jungkook is more skilled at speed than a bus driver at 70 km/h. You're in safe hands!"

Jungkook just smiled, tilting his head slightly.

"If you're afraid, you don't have to go. I'm not forcing you," he added, but in his eyes you saw a challenge mixed with something warm, almost tender.

Hannah, who was standing next to you, suddenly nudged you with her elbow and whispered,

"Are you serious? Don't refuse, he wants you. This is your chance to charm him," she winked, and you felt your resistance weakening. You looked at Jungkook, at his calm confidence, and nodded. It was a chance, and you had to take it.

You approached the Mercedes-AMG GT R, feeling your heart pound. Jungkook opened the passenger door, letting you go first. You sat down, smelling the leather interior and the light scent of his perfume.

Next to Jungkook's Mercedes was Jimin's Audi, where he and Taehyung sat, and on the other side was Jin's Mustang, where he was already sitting with his girlfriend.

Jungkook got behind the wheel. You looked around the interior awkwardly, expecting something completely crazy. Jungkook adjusted everything around him to make it as comfortable as possible, checking the dashboard, mirrors, steering wheel, and seats.

He started the engine, and then you suddenly felt him lean toward you. His hand slid to the seat belt. His face was so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

"It's safer this way," he said quietly, and his fingers lightly touched your shoulder, causing a tremor inside you. You glanced at him, trying to hide how much his closeness embarrassed you.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker in the crowd shouted:

"Cops! They'll be here in a couple of minutes, get out of here!"

The crowd scrambled, cars began to drive away, and Jungkook cursed under his breath. He gripped the steering wheel and said,

"Hold on tight," and the Mercedes roared away with such a roar that you clung to your seat, feeling adrenaline rush through your veins.

He raced through the industrial zone, maneuvering between other cars with incredible precision. Police sirens blared somewhere behind you, but Jungkook remained calm, his hands firmly on the wheel, his gaze focused. You were scared, but you couldn't help but admire his skill — every turn was smooth, every movement deliberate. You felt fear mixed with a strange sense of trust in him.

Jungkook drove out of the industrial zone and headed for the Busan waterfront. The sirens grew quieter but could still be heard in the distance. He slammed on the brakes near the beach. Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt and said to you,

"Quick, follow me!" he commanded. With trembling hands, you unbuckled your seatbelt and ran after him, feeling your heart pounding with adrenaline and panic.

In an instant, he grabbed your hand and you ran together along the beach toward the ocean. Jungkook stopped at the shore and turned to you.

"Take your clothes off," he said, already pulling off his T-shirt and jeans, leaving only his boxers on. You froze.

"What? Why?" Your voice trembled with cold and confusion.

"The police will be looking for whoever ran away from the race. If we're in the water in our underwear, they'll think we're just a couple on the beach," he explained, throwing his clothes into the sand. He buried the car keys underneath them.

You heard sirens getting closer and, without hesitation, quickly pulled off your top and pants, leaving you in your black underwear. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you into the water. The cold sea water burned your skin, and you involuntarily pressed yourself against him as he hugged you, shielding you from the cold.

Your faces were only a few inches apart, and you were still trembling in his arms. His gaze was mischievous, probably amused by your frightened look.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you," he said softly, and his voice sounded so calm that you involuntarily relaxed.

You stood in the water, looking at each other. You felt his arm tighten around your waist.

"You can wrap your legs around me, it'll be warmer if you're close," he suggested. You listened to him without hesitation. In a moment, you were already pressing yourself against his chest, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was pressing against your pussy.

Jungkook put his hands on your butt, pressing your body against his in the water, and you felt his warmth surround you. You involuntarily squeezed his shoulders, catching him looking at your lips.

He smiled, and the moment between you became so intimate that you could no longer ignore the throbbing between your legs, which was growing stronger.

"You probably think I'm an asshole," he said, and you felt his voice rumbling in your chest.

"Why do you think I think that?" you asked, barely restraining yourself from looking at his lips.

"We kissed, and I didn't even take your phone number," said Jungkook, and you snorted.

"I’m think, if you didn't take my number, it means you didn't like the kiss," you said ironically. Jungkook chuckled. His gaze fell on your lips again and lingered there.

"Can I tell you the truth?" Jungkook asked, leaning slightly toward your cheek. He noticed two police officers approaching you in the distance behind you.

"Go ahead," you said briefly, feeling your breath catch.

"I liked the kiss so much that I wanted to fuck you," Jungkook confessed right then and there into your ear. His words made the throbbing between your legs grow stronger, and a powerful wave of heat ran through your body, seeming to warm the water around you. "I would have done it if we hadn't been interrupted, but when they took me away, I decided you were too good for someone like me, baby."

You froze, feeling Jungkook's words still echoing in your head, his hands holding you tightly by the ass, pressing you against his warm body. So he planned to fuck you but was afraid that you weren't the type to sleep with a stranger? You wanted to ask him why he had made such assumptions about you, but the beams of approaching headlights and the voices of police officers brought you back to reality with a jolt.

"Hey, you two there, get out of the water!" one of the police officers shouted, his voice sounding stern but with a hint of fatigue. Jungkook didn't lose his composure. He moved away slightly but didn't let go of you, his hands remaining on your buttocks as if to protect you.

"What's up, officer?" he replied with an innocent smile, his tone calm, almost playful. "We're here with my girlfriend, trying to end our date romantically, you know. And someone ruined the moment, by the way."

You felt your stomach tighten at the words "my girlfriend," but you didn't argue, realizing it was part of his plan. The police officer shone his flashlight in your direction, and you involuntarily pressed closer to Jungkook, trying to hide your trembling—from the cold, the adrenaline, and what he had just said to you.

"Is that your car over there, near the beach entrance?" asked the second police officer, pointing toward the promenade where the Mercedes was parked. Jungkook shook his head, maintaining his composure.

"No, officer, we came on foot. We wanted to swim, enjoy the night," he added with a slight note of irritation, sighing theatrically. You barely suppressed a smile, impressed by how naturally he played his role.

The police officers exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what to do.

"Do you have your documents?" one of them asked. Jungkook shrugged, his arms still wrapped around you, keeping you warm.

"We left them at home. We weren't planning getting caught in a police raid, just a little fun at the end of the evening," he replied, his voice so convincing that even you felt embarrassed by his words. The police officers seemed to feel just as awkward.

"So you didn't see who drove up in the Mercedes? Maybe you saw some people nearby?" asked the second cop, who had a rough voice. Jungkook shrugged, and that's when you decided to contribute to the big lie that Jongkook had so skillfully created.

"I just remembered that when we were approaching the water, I saw a guy running to the bar on the other side of the beach. I don't know if he was driving a Mercedes, but he was running so fast that it seemed strange to me," you lied, putting confidence in your voice.

Jungkook barely held back a smile when he heard your lie, his eyes flashing with mischievous pride, but he kept himself under control, maintaining an innocent expression. You felt his fingers squeeze your buttocks lightly, as if in approval. The police officers exchanged glances, clearly interested in your information.

"A bar, you say?" asked the one with the rough voice, turning his head toward the waterfront. "All right, we'll check it out. Don't stay here too long, they're predicting a storm warning in the morning," he added, and they took one last look at you before heading toward the bar, their flashlights swaying in the darkness.

When their silhouettes were still visible through the darkness, Jungkook chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath your palms.

"That's genius, baby," he said with obvious satisfaction in his voice, leaning closer to your ear. "Those two idiots will now be wandering around clubs looking for some imaginary guy. You gave us time to escape."

You smiled, feeling the adrenaline and his closeness making your heart beat faster.

"I had to look as convincing as possible," you replied, shrugging slightly. But you were still shivering from the cold, and Jungkook noticed.

"We have to wait until they're out of sight before we get dressed and run to the car," he said, his voice becoming more serious, but with the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "But, you know, for the sake of credibility, we should add a little more... because that skinny guy keeps turning his head to look at us..." He smiled slyly, and you felt the heat rush through your body again.

"It's important to be convincing to the end, right?" you replied, raising your eyebrow playfully, and before you could finish, Jungkook leaned over and kissed you. His lips were hot, so hungry that you felt a desire growing in your lower abdomen.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands sliding over his wet shoulders, squeezing them as if looking for support. His tongue explored your mouth, and you felt his body tense as he pressed even closer to you. You couldn't help but notice how obvious his arousal had become, his cock pressing firmly against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Jungkook broke away from the kiss, his breathing heavy, a smile playing on his lips.

"You're dangerous," he said hoarsely, his eyes shining in the moonlight. "My cock is too sensitive to your kisses."

You laughed, feeling the heat rush to your face, but his words only intensified the throbbing between your legs.

"Maybe you just lack self-control?" you joked, but your voice betrayed a slight tremor.

He smiled slyly, but his gaze became more serious.

"We'll deal with my self-control a little later. We have to go. If we want to escape, now is the best time."

You quickly climbed out of the water, and you felt his eyes slide over your body in black lingerie as you shook the sand off your clothes. But you didn't notice how intently he was looking at you. Jungkook was already imagining his hands removing your underwear, fulfilling what he had promised in the water. A plan was forming in his head, and he was determined to make this night even more unforgettable.

You quickly pulled on your clothes — your top and pants clung to your wet skin, and Jungkook, putting on his jeans and tank top, looked like the sexiest man in the world. Because of how he had ignited your desire in the water, your imagination was running wild. The anticipation that there would be more than just kissing between you tonight made you feel excited.

Jungkook retrieved the keys from the sand, and you ran to the car. Getting into the Mercedes, he instantly started the engine and sped away, leaving the parking lot at such a speed that you clung to the seat again. He raced through the night city, dodging cars, and you felt the excitement of escaping from the police mixed with another, more intimate feeling that was growing between you.

He sped along the dark roads, but this time the speed didn't scare you as much — you trusted his skill. After some time, he turned off the road onto a semi-wild beach where there was no one around. The car stopped on the shoulder, parked so as not to disturb others, although it was unlikely that anyone would come here at night. Jungkook turned off the headlights but left the engine running and turned to you, his eyes shining in the semi-darkness of the cabin, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Now I'm curious, are you really as innocent as you seem at first glance? Not everyone can lie to the police so convincingly," he said, with a slight hoarseness in his voice.

You tilted your head and asked playfully,

"Do you want to find out?" you replied, raising an eyebrow and smiling as defiantly as he did. His eyes darkened, and you saw his jaw tense slightly, as if he were restraining himself from pouncing on you right then and there.

"I have a terrible desire to find out what you're really like," he said, leaning closer.

His hand slid down your thigh, and you felt your breathing become ragged. He kissed you again, slower this time, but with such intensity that you felt your whole body melt under his touch. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet, warm marks, and his hands slid under your top, touching your skin.

You didn't resist, giving in to the moment. Your hand slid over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the thin fabric of the T-shirt he was wearing. You felt his body tense at your touch, and it only fueled your own desire. His fingers hooked the edge of your top, slowly pulling it up, followed by your bra, and you let him do it, feeling the cool air from the open window mix with the heat of his hands.

His hands slowly pulled your top off, exposing your breasts, and you felt his gaze devour every inch of your body. Jungkook leaned down and touched your nipple with his tongue, as if tasting it, and you involuntarily arched your back, feeling pleasure pierce through you. His lips caressed your breasts gently but confidently, while his fingers played with your other nipple, eliciting quiet moans that you couldn't hold back. The throbbing between your legs became unbearable, and you felt your underwear getting even wetter. Your aroused clitoris demanded attention, but you couldn't say anything.

As if sensing your thoughts, Jungkook slid his hand down to your pants. His lips captured yours in another insatiable kiss, and his hand slipped unhindered under the elastic waistband, deftly parting your folds. When Jungkook touched your clitoris, he broke away from your lips and breathed softly into your mouth. You were wet, so wet that he could feel your juices generously moistening his fingers.

"Is this all for me?" he asked, hinting at the amount of moisture you were producing. You don't know if anyone else has ever made you this wet, but the thought of sex with Jungkook made you almost leak.

Your hips began to move to meet his movements on your clitoris. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you, and you squeezed his shoulders, trying to hold back. He continued to explore you, and you felt yourself approaching the edge, your body tensing with pleasure.

Jungkook left your clitoris and slid two fingers into your passage while sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moaned, feeling the pressure on your walls, unaware of how tight your pussy was making Jungkook hungry for you.

"If my fingers are tight in this pussy, what will happen if I fill it with my cock?" Jungkook thought as he fucked you with his fingers. He knew it would be good inside you because you were clearly not the type of girl who had many partners, and you had to be tight, but how tight?

His fingers moved rhythmically, plunging deep into you, and his thumb returned to your clitoris from time to time, causing new waves of pleasure. Your body trembled, and you felt everything inside squeeze around his fingers, as if trying to absorb them even deeper.

You grabbed his hair, pulling gently, and it only seemed to fuel his desire. Jungkook raised his head, his eyes burning with a dark fire as he looked at you.

"You're so sensitive," he whispered, his voice thick with excitement, "I wonder what you sound like when you can't hold back anymore."

You were breathing fast and hard, unable to respond because of his actions. Jungkook suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, and you involuntarily gasped at the sudden emptiness. His hand reached for the buttons and your seat slid back, and in a moment the seat back reclined.

When the seat was fully reclined, Jungkook touched the waistband of your pants, pulled them down, and you reflexively lifted your hips so he could pull them off. You lay almost completely naked in front of him. Jungkook was still dressed, and that excited you. He touched the palm of his hand between your legs and leaned toward you. He kissed your lips briefly but eagerly, then whispered,

"I want to taste you, will you let me?"

Your heart beat even faster at his words, and you felt heat flood your body. His voice, low and saturated with desire, made your skin tingle. You couldn't find the words, just nodded, looking into his dark eyes, which seemed bottomless in the dim light of the car interior.

Jungkook smiled—a barely noticeable but sly smile that promised you this experience would be unforgettable. He slowly lowered himself. His hand grabbed you under the knee and lifted your leg onto his shoulder, spreading you wider.

You felt the cold air touch your bare skin, but that chill instantly melted away as his hot breath approached your crotch.

His tongue touched you—first gently, as if testing, then more confidently, sliding over your clitoris with such skill that you involuntarily arched your back. Your fingers found his hair and lost themselves in it, and a quiet moan escaped your lips. Jungkook seemed to sense your reaction, because his movements became more insistent, his tongue circling your sensitive spot, and then he sucked it lightly, making you shudder with pleasure.

"Fuck..." you cursed softly. You couldn't stop your legs from trembling as he continued to caress you, his hands holding your hips firmly, not allowing you to pull away. He seemed to enjoy your reaction, the moan you tried to stifle by biting your lip.

He lifted his head for a moment, his lips glistening with your moisture, his eyes shining with a wild mixture of triumph and desire.

"You taste better than I imagined," he said, and those words made your cheeks flush even more. Without giving you time to respond, he lowered himself again, this time adding his fingers, which entered you, continuing his rhythmic movements. His tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony, bringing you to the brink.

Your body tensed, every muscle contracting in anticipation of the orgasm that was building at a frantic pace. You tried to grab onto something, your fingers sliding across the leather seat, but finding no support.

"Jungkook, I... I..." you whispered, but he only intensified his movements, as if knowing that you were already on the verge. When the wave of pleasure finally washed over you, a long, loud moan escaped your lips. Your body trembled, but Jungkook didn't stop, continuing to caress you until you began to shake from excessive sensitivity. Only then did he slowly pull away, his lips wet and his eyes burning with satisfaction.

He stood up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and leaned down to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and it only heightened your arousal, even though it seemed impossible.

"Damn, your moans are so sexy, I want to hear more," he said. You smiled at his compliment. "I want to fuck you," he declared.

You could still feel the waves of orgasm dissolving between your legs, but it didn't seem like enough. You wanted to feel him fill you up.

"Then what are you waiting for?" you asked confidently. Jungkook's eyes flashed with undisguised desire.

"You're so tight, baby, I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he admitted honestly. You raised your eyebrows, barely containing your insolence.

"Are you really that big that you think I won't be able to handle it? I've had sex before, with more than one person, and I managed somehow," you said a smile playing on your lips and your eyes flashing with playful confidence. You knew your words would hurt him, and that was exactly what you wanted — to test how far he would go.

Jungkook froze for a moment, his eyes darkening and his jaw tensing. His smile became dangerous, and you felt a slight chill run down your spine, mixed with anticipation.

"You definitely haven't had anyone like me, and you probably never will," he said, his voice low, almost threatening, but at the same time soaked in such desire that your heart skipped a beat.

"So do you really think that, or are you just trying to up your value?" you asked sarcastically, raising the tension between you. Jungkook chuckled quietly.

"Oh, baby, you just made a big mistake," he leaned closer, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath. "You think you can challenge me and get away with it?" he whispered, his voice velvety. "I'll make you regret those words, and believe me, you not just can’t endure it — you'll beg me to stop... and I won't until you come around my cock."

You felt your body react to his words, the throbbing between your legs returning even though you tried to hide how much he turned you on. But Jungkook seemed to see right through you. His hand slowly slid down your waist and then squeezed your thigh tightly, making you flinch slightly.

"So far, all I hear is talk… But if you do, I'll try not to beg you," you said, letting Jungkook know that you were a worthy opponent. He smiled slightly and finally moved away from you.

Jungkook leaned back, his hands reaching for the belt of his jeans. You saw his muscles tense as he unbuttoned jeans, and your gaze involuntarily slid to the outline of his arousal, which the fabric could no longer hide.

"Get a condom from the glove compartment," he asked, pulling down his jeans. You sat up straight, then leaned over to the glove compartment. Inside was a small leather folder with a Mercedes logo, obviously a car manual, and a new, sealed pack of condoms. For a moment, the thought flashed through your mind about how often he had sex with other girls here. And you tried to quickly dismiss these thoughts, feeling a pang of jealousy.

You took one condom out of a small black and purple box labeled "ultra thin" and handed it to him. Jungkook cut the foil and stretched it along its entire length with a few deft movements.

When you saw Jungkook's size, you could barely control the expression on your face. It was big. Without exaggeration, it was big, and you already regretted teasing him. You knew it would hurt when he entered you, but would his size bring you pleasure, or would it be nothing but discomfort? You didn't know because you had never had one that big before.

Jungkook turned to you, his hand easily cupping your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

"Well, let's see if you can handle me."

He climbed on top of you, resting his feet on either side of your hips. One of your legs ended up on his shoulder, and the other touched the dashboard. You couldn't take your eyes off his hard cock, and that only intensified the throbbing between your legs. He hung over you, and you felt his gaze piercing through you. Excitement and fear mixed into one continuous sensation.

The tip of his cock touched your entrance. You held your breath as he began to enter. You took him in a few inches, your wetness, which was abundant again, facilitating penetration, but when the head of his cock reached the place where the membrane had once been, you recoiled, feeling a sudden pain.

Jungkook stopped when you screamed. Your hands squeezed his biceps. He waited no more than a few seconds and pressed into your passage. You screamed again, but this time biting your lip. You closed your eyes and your nails dug into his skin with barely noticeable pain.

"Open your eyes," you heard his low voice as he continued to sink into you. You opened your eyes, but your face was contorted with pain. "You said you could handle it... I want to see your eyes when you take me all the way in."

His words, tinged with confidence and a slight mockery, made your heart beat wildly, but the pain that accompanied his slow penetration overshadowed everything.

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back a moan that was more from discomfort than pleasure. Jungkook saw it, his eyes watching closely for the change in your face, but he didn't stop, moving slowly but inexorably.

"Come on, show me how strong you are," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, but with an iron confidence in it. His hand slid gently across your cheek, contrasting with the insistence of his movements below. You could feel him filling you, and although the pain gradually mixed with the warmth growing in your lower abdomen, you still struggled with the feeling that he was too big for you.

Your nails dug into his skin harder, leaving red marks, but Jungkook seemed to only enjoy it. He leaned closer, his lips touching your ear:

"You regret it, don't you? But I haven't even begun to prove to you how wrong you were."

He paused for a moment, allowing you to get used to the sensation, and you felt your body slowly relax, adapting to him. Your wetness made the movement easier, and the pain began to recede, giving way to a new wave of warmth. Jungkook noticed the change in your breathing, the slight tremor in your hips, and his smile widened.

"There," he said, moving forward slowly, "are you starting to feel me?" His hand slid to your clitoris, and his fingers began to caress it gently but confidently, adding sweet pleasure to the pain. You moaned involuntarily, this time with pleasure, and your hips instinctively moved to meet his movements.

Jungkook began to move more rhythmically, his thrusts deep but controlled. Each of his movements made your body tremble, and you felt the pain finally dissolve, giving way to wild pleasure. His fingers on your clitoris did not stop, and his lips found yours, capturing them in a greedy kiss that drowned out your moans.

It was pure ecstasy. The pleasure grew alongside some wild sensation. You felt he so deeply inside you that it began to seem too much. You tried to keep your promise not to beg him, but it was almost impossible. The deeper and more intensely Jungkook fucked you, the more you couldn't handle it.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, but he didn't seem to hear you. Jungkook kissed your neck, sucking on your skin, and you felt a slight tingling sensation where his lips had just been. "Jungkook... it's too much..." you whispered again, feeling your body approaching another orgasm faster than you could imagine. "Please... stop..." Your voice faltered, but you weren't sure if you really wanted him to stop. The pleasure became so intense that it seemed almost unbearable.

Instead of answering, you felt his lips on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, intertwining with yours. He broke away from your lips, his eyes shining with triumph.

"Stop? Oh, someone who said they wouldn't beg seems is begging," his voice was mocking and low. His breathing was a little uneven as he continued to fuck you. "You're not getting that, baby. I said I'd stop only when you came for me. And believe me, it will be the best you've ever felt."

His words only added fuel to the fire, and you felt your body betrayally respond to him. Jungkook picked up the pace, his movements becoming more insistent, his fingers working faster on your clit, bringing you to the edge. His large cock seemed to tear you apart from the inside.

"Jungkook, I can't... please..." you begged, your eyes clouded with tears of pleasure, but he only leaned closer, his lips touching your ear.

"You can, and you'll do it for me," he whispered, his voice full of authority. "Come on, beautiful, cum for me. Show me how much you can take."

Those words were the final push. Your body arched as the orgasm washed over you with such force that you cried out, unable to hold back. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before—powerful, all-consuming, as if every cell in your body exploded with pleasure. Your walls tightened around him, and Jungkook groaned as he felt you pulsing. His movements became more urgent as he approached his own peak, but he didn't stop, continuing to thrust you through your orgasm, making your body tremble with hypersensitivity.

"Yeahh," he rasped, his voice trembling with tension. His own orgasm overwhelmed him a few seconds later, and he thrust one last time, his body tensing as he came inside the condom.

Jungkook collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his forehead touching yours. You were still trembling, trying to catch your breath, feeling the afterglow of orgasm spread through your body. He lifted his head, his eyes now softer but still burning with satisfaction.

"Are you still going to say you handled me?" he asked with a sly smile, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "Do you admit I was right?"

You smiled weakly.

"You... you won," you whispered, and his laughter, low and satisfied, filled the car. Jungkook kissed your lips one last time, gently and with great pleasure. He climbed off you and sat in the driver's seat.

The car was stuffy and smelled of sex mixed with Jungkook's perfume. You got dressed at your own pace, and then Jungkook got out of the car to relieve himself and throw away the used condom.

When he returned to the car, he started the engine and turned back onto the highway leading to Busan. You were silent for a few minutes while you checked your phone, which was overflowing with messages from Hannah. She was worried whether you and Jungkook had managed to get away from the cops. You wrote to her that everything was fine and locked your phone.

You looked up at the road and only then realized that Jungkook was driving somewhere with purpose.

"Where are we going?" you asked, turning to him. He glanced at you lazily, stretching his lips into a slight smile.

"To my friend's repair shop," he replied. You raised your eyebrows, wondering why you needed to go there. It was almost 5 a.m., and you felt the fatigue and sleepless night taking their toll.

"Why are we going to your friend's place? Is something wrong with the car?" you asked.

"No, the car is fine. My friend is going to replace my license plates because these are definitely in the police registry. And I still need my bird," Jungkook replied.

You tilted your head, thinking about his words, and suddenly a thought flashed through your mind.

"Wait, is it even legal to change license plates like that?" you asked, frowning slightly. You knew that license plates were issued by a special agency when a vehicle was registered, and something about this situation seemed wrong to you. Your curiosity mixed with slight concern, and you looked intently at Jungkook, waiting for his reaction.

He glanced at you quickly, then his lips stretched into a wider, almost cheeky smile.

"You're right, baby, it's not exactly legal," he admitted, his voice calm but with a hint of defiance. "But I have no other choice. If I keep these plates, at best I'll lose my license for participating in illegal races. And in the worst case," Jungkook shrugged, but his eyes remained serious. "They'll take my car away and slap me with a 7 million won fine. And I'm not ready to part with my baby bird."

You remained silent, not knowing how to respond to his candor. His words sounded so matter-of-fact, as if breaking the law was a common occurrence for him. Thoughts swirled in your head: Who was he really? And what had you gotten yourself into by getting into this car? But at the same time, you couldn't deny that the adrenaline and danger that accompanied Jungkook only drew you to him more.

He noticed your thoughtfulness and, holding the steering wheel with one hand, leaned closer to you.

"Don't worry," he said softly, but with a note of confidence. "We'll sort everything out quickly, and I'll take you home, I promise." His voice was reassuring, but you still felt a slight uneasiness.

You nodded in agreement, and silence fell over the car. You leaned back in your seat, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over you. It was five in the morning, you had been up all night, the adrenaline from everything that had happened and the intense orgasm Jungkook had given you were all mixed together, making your thoughts chaotic.

Jungkook suddenly reached for the center console where his phone was lying and picked it up. He turned on the screen and handed you the device.

"Write down your number," he said, "I don't want to repeat my past mistake and lose you again."

You took the phone, feeling your fingers tremble slightly — either from fatigue or from his words. After entering your number, you handed the phone back to him, and your fingers touched lightly, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin.

You couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. What kind of relationship was this? A one-time fling or something more? His words about "past mistake" buzzed in your head, but you didn't dare ask what he meant.

Jungkook put his phone back and focused on the road.

"You're afraid of all this, aren't you?" he broke the silence, without taking his eyes off the road. "I mean, all this... illegal stuff."

"I just... don't know what to think about it. It's all a bit... unexpected," you sighed, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Jungkook laughed, and for some reason, the sound calmed your nerves.

"You'll have to get used to it. It's never boring with me."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"I already figured that out," you said. Jungkook was mysterious with a forbidden vibe, but for some reason, despite all the warning signs, you felt like you wanted to get to know him better.

When you finally pulled up to the service station, the sky was already beginning to lighten. Jungkook turned off the engine and turned to you.

"Wait here, I'll be quick."

You nodded, leaning back in your seat, and watched him disappear into the building. Your head was filled with thoughts about him, about this crazy night. But one thing you knew for sure: with Jungkook, your life would definitely not be the same as before.

✍🏻 AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey, my dear army 💜 I wrote something for you here, and the time I'm posting this one-time shot is September 1 🤭 (actually, it's still August 31 in my country, but in Korea it's already September 1).

This is the day when the love of my life came into the world.

I diligently wrote (as best I could, but never finished) chapter 20 of "One Night..." but I thought I should give you something with Chonguk on his birthday 🙏🏻🤭

So I wrote this! The idea for this fanfic had been in my head for a long time, but only now have I been able to write it the way I wanted it to be written 💞 I really hope you like my gift to you on his birthday 🥰

I truly love this man and wish him the greatest happiness on this planet that a person can have. He deserves the whole world for the simple reason that he is an amazing person who combines many wonderful qualities that make him the ideal man in my eyes.

Jungkook is truly "golden" because everything he touches turns to gold or something that people adore. I wish him that the heavy burden of his fame becomes light for him, that no evil touches him, neither physically nor morally.

He changed my life, my attitude towards myself, my perception of the people around me. Thanks to him, this blog has become successful, because if it weren't for him, I might never have started writing. Thanks to him, I met so many wonderful people who gave me so much love that I never even suspected it could exist in such a form. He really made my life golden 💛

The situation with the secret marriage had calmed down a bit. Various articles and posts about you and Chonguk were still appearing on the internet, but not as actively as before. The scandal about some deputy's son had shifted the focus. You tried several times to find out from Jungkook if his mother, father, or Sukhi were taking any action, but he reassured you and asked you not to worry about it. You did so, although you didn't like the suspicious silence. It was too quiet on their part, and as we know, it is always quietest before the storm.

You stood by the sofa, where boxes were piled up, and methodically sorted them so that it would be easier to unpack later. Jungkook brought in the last box and placed it next to you. He put his hands on his hips, looking around at the cardboard mess.

"I locked up your apartment, and this is finally the last box," he said with a sigh of relief. "I thought these boxes would never end," he added with a sly smile, giving you a playful look.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling.

"Be glad I only lived here for six months," you replied, rummaging through a box of interior decorations. "If it had been any longer, there would have been twice as many boxes. And maybe furniture too. It's a good thing I never bought that dresser I liked so much."

Jungkook laughed and plopped down on the sofa, stretching out his legs.

"Really? So it's not the worst-case scenario?" He narrowed his eyes slyly as he watched you take some trinkets out of the box — scented candles, a small vase, a jewelry box. "Hey, did you buy out the whole Daiso store?"

You turned sharply toward him, raising your eyebrows.

"Daiso? Seriously? Does someone like you even know Daiso exists?"

You quickly glanced at his relaxed posture on the sofa. He was sprawled out on it like a king on his throne, looking at you with interest.

Jungkook shrugged, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Of course I know. I'm not from the moon. Everyone in Korea knows about Daiso. Besides," he nodded meaningfully at your boxes, "I saw you carrying whole bags from there. Ms. Collector of Trinkets, how many more vases and candles do you need to be happy?"

You snorted as you took another candle out of the box — this time with a lavender scent.

"I'm shocked that you even know about Daiso. But, oh my God, why am I surprised? You watched that awful drama, The Secret of the ‘Kim Family’!" you said, barely holding back your laughter. Jungkook scratched the back of his head as if thinking, but his lips stretched into a broad smile.

"So what? The drama is interesting, by the way. It's so realistic."

You snorted even louder and turned away to the box.

"Realistic, of course," you muttered, taking out a small vase with dried flowers. "This," you put the vase on the shelf, "is called 'coziness,' dear. Not like your minimalism."

Jungkook laughed, but his gaze remained fixed on you — half playful, half serious, which made your heart beat faster involuntarily.

"My minimalism is a style. And this," he nodded at your boxes, "is like an entire trinket shop moving."

You rolled your eyes, deciding not to continue this pointless argument, and went back to unpacking. Jungkook settled himself more comfortably on the sofa and continued to watch you with interest. His gaze slid over the boxes as if he were trying to guess what else you might have brought with you.

As you rearranged the trinkets on the shelf, your thoughts began to get confused. Your head was in chaos from the events that had taken place and the general fatigue of moving. And then there were those constant, obsessive thoughts about your father that you tried to push away, but they kept coming back again and again.

Jungkook tried to talk about Kang Tehwon, but you flatly refused. You repeated that you didn't know this man and that the fact that he was your biological father meant nothing to you. Your family was only your grandmother and that was it.

But you couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Kang Tehwon turned out to be your father. This man has an entire empire, assets worth millions of won, a wife and a model daughter — and you've lived your whole life in poverty, supporting your alcoholic mother who hates you. You studied day and night to get a decent job so you could help your grandmother, who had become a parents to you.

These two mean nothing to you. But deep down, you couldn't get rid of the pain of realizing that your parents — the people who brought you into this world — simply abandoned you, threw you away like trash they didn't need. They didn't care about your feelings, they weren't interested in your life until now, so why should you think you have those damn parents?

Your chest tightened and a lump formed in your throat. But you were lucky. There were people around you who truly appreciated and loved you. Your grandmother. And... Jungkook. The thought of him seemed almost unreal — not long ago, he annoyed you to no end, and now he had become everything to you.

He filled every void in you. And you are happy to have him, regardless of how your feelings developed or how you became his wife. You love him — he loves you, and that is more than enough.

Thinking about Jungkook, you wanted to look at him. When you opened your eyes, you saw him watching you. His eyes were no longer playful — there was something more serious in them.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked quietly. "Did I go too far with my jokes about the trinket shop?"

You shrugged, trying to brush off his concern.

"No, everything's fine," you replied, stumbling slightly.

Jungkook got up from the sofa. He knew you too well to believe that "it's fine." You felt him come closer, and in a moment his arms gently wrapped around you from behind. His chin leaned at your shoulder, and you felt the warmth of his breath.

"Even an idiot would understand that you're upset," he said, and there was tenderness in his voice. "And luckily, I'm not an idiot."

You couldn't help but smile slightly, but you didn't answer. Instead, you turned into his embrace and buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his perfume. He was silent, just gently stroking your back, and that silence was exactly what you needed right now. But then he spoke, and his voice sounded guilty.

"I know what's going on with you, and I'm really sorry you had to go through so much because of me... I'm sorry," he said, hugging you a little tighter. "The pressure from the media, the news about your father, my parents, this move... It's really hard for me to see you having to deal with all this. But I'm so grateful that you did all this for me. Really."

You remained silent, pressing yourself against Jungkook, feeling his warmth slowly dissolve the cold knot in your chest. You sighed, allowing yourself to forget all your worries for a moment—the move, the past, the pain you had hidden for so long, even from yourself.

"You know," you began quietly, without lifting your face from his chest, "sometimes I don't understand how it all happened. A few months ago, I would have laughed if someone had told me that you and I... would be together." You moved away slightly to look into his eyes, and your voice became a little more playful. "You were just an annoying neighbor who constantly irritated me."

Jungkook laughed, and the sound of his laughter was so warm that you couldn't help but smile wider.

"Annoying?" He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you fell in love with my charm right away."

"How could I fall in love with someone who deliberately made my life as a neighbor hell?" you asked, raising your eyebrow as well. Jungkook smiled slyly, touching tongue his piercing.

"I was trying to get your attention," he explained his actions.

"If you liked me right away, why didn't you just ask me out on a date? Why did you act like a jerk?" You couldn't understand him.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing with a daring spark, and his smile became more seductive. He slowly ran his fingers along your waist.

"Jerk, you say?" His voice dropped to a low whisper, his hands sliding slightly below your waist. "Maybe I was a little... unbearable, but only because I couldn't take my eyes off you. You didn't leave me any choice, constantly running past me with a dissatisfied look on your face. Your anger turned me on."

"Really? So if I had been nice and kind to you despite your antics, you wouldn't have paid any attention to me?" you asked. Jungkook looked up above your head, as if pondering your question, and then smiled slyly again.

"No, if you had been nice and kind to me, I would have fucked you much sooner."

Your jaw dropped at his words, and you recoiled, feigning indignation, though the corners of your lips trembled treacherously with suppressed laughter.

"Seriously, Jungkook? Did you just say that out loud?" You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest, but your eyes sparkled with barely concealed amusement.

He laughed, throwing his head back, and the laughter was so contagious that you could barely resist joining in. His eyes, still burning with a mischievous spark, slid over you, and his smile became even more seductive.

"What? I'm just being honest," he said with a shrug, but his voice was laced with playful provocation. "You know I can't hold back when it comes to you."

"Oh... I know better than anyone how you can't hold back," you hinted at his habit of finishing inside you. Jungkook took a step toward you, and his palm found your waist again.

"It's your fault your pussy is so tight," he said. And you instantly felt a pulsation between your legs from his voice. You snorted, trying to hide how his words and closeness affected you.

"Ha, of course it's my fault," you said, pushing him lightly in the chest, but he just smiled wider, catching your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He leaned in, and your faces were only a few inches apart.

"Oh, yes, I absolutely blame you," he said, his voice low and hoarse, as if he were deliberately trying to throw you off balance. "You're the only one who makes me lose control so easily."

You felt the warmth of his words spread throughout your body and tried to maintain your composure, but his gaze—dark, intoxicating, with a spark that you actually loved in him—made it almost impossible.

"Oh, please," you replied, trying to sound sarcastic, but your voice betrayed a slight tremor. "You're just looking for an excuse for your... lack of restraint." You tried to break free from his embrace because you knew that if he continued to hold you like that, you would be the one who couldn't control yourself. But you couldn't have sex right now, among a dozen boxes that needed to be unpacked.

But instead of letting you go, he pulled you closer and leaned in, kissing you the next moment.

His lips were soft, the kiss slow and gentle, full of love. But with each movement, it became deeper, more passionate, and you felt a wave of desire wash over your body. Your heart raced as his tongue teasingly slid across your lips, and you responded eagerly, allowing the kiss to draw you both in.

He pulled away from your lips, but his face remained close, and a mischievous smile played on it.

"I don't see the point in holding back when you're around," said Jungkook, his voice vibrating against your chest. His words struck you right in the heart, and you opened your mouth to respond, but he didn't give you a chance. His lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate, as if he was trying to pour all his feelings into it. Your body responded to him, but your mind reminded you that there was still work to be done.

You gently pulled away, interrupting the kiss.

"Kook, I still have a lot to do," you said, nodding toward the boxes. "I need to unpack at least some of them. And I'm tired. And hungry."

He smiled slyly, not letting you out of his embrace.

"Are you sure you want me to let you go?" he asked. "I can 'relax' you professionally."

You laughed but pulled away from him decisively.

"Don't even try to tempt me," you said, grabbing a box of bathroom supplies. "I'll finish this first."

Jungkook plopped back down on the sofa, watching you rush back and forth with your things.

"I'll order dinner for us," Jungkook called out so you could hear him in the bathroom. You finished arranging your hygiene and hair and face care products, which took up almost all the free shelves. You came out and stopped behind him.

"What are you going to order?" you asked, looking at his phone.

"What would you like? I want fried beef and malguksu," he said, scrolling through the menu of some restaurant.

"I want the malguksu and beef too," you agreed with his choice. You leaned over him, watching him place the order. Jungkook ordered the dishes you had chosen, along with some kimchi, namul (pickled vegetables), and mandu.

"The delivery guy will be here in 40 minutes," Jungkook said, looking up at you as he pressed the button to confirm the order.

You looked at each other for a few seconds, and you saw that seductive sparkle in his eyes again. You decided you needed to escape before this man did what he had been thinking about doing to you for half the evening.

"Are you done yet?" he asked suddenly.

You leaned back and replied sarcastically.

"I've only finished one box, and I need at least a few more so we can walk around the living room. But if you want it to be faster, you can help me," you replied, and taking a new box, you began to take things out of it.

Jungkook waved his hand, smiling lazily.

"No, no, you're our queen of comfort. I'll only ruin your perfect system. I'd better just admire you."

You rolled your eyes and smiling, and continued unpacking the boxes. Jungkook scrolled through his phone, but soon got bored.

He tossed the gadget aside and began rummaging through your things, clearly looking for something interesting. His gaze stopped on a small box containing your lingerie sets. He picked one up — a black lace set with thin straps and semi-transparent cups, decorated with an exquisite rose pattern, and a thong that was also transparent with a belt and garters. Holding it up with two fingers, he turned to you just as you returned to the living room.

"Wow, what do we have here?" he asked, biting his lip, his eyes sparkling. "Why haven't I seen this on you before? Who were you saving it for, huh?"

You walked up to him, snatching the lingerie from his hands, and felt a wave of heat run down your spine from his intense gaze.

"Why should you have seen it on me? We weren't in that kind of relationship for me to wear it for you," you said, putting the lingerie back in the box. You took it away so that Jungkook wouldn't see your other sets. "Take another box," you muttered, walking away from him.

He raised his eyebrows ironically, surprised by your statement. Jungkook leaned back and spread his arms on the back of the sofa, watching you successfully ignore his gaze.

"How about now? Are we in that kind of relationship now, that you would wear this lingerie for me?" he asked, with obvious dissatisfaction in his voice. You froze, then glanced away briefly.

"Well... I think yes..." You shrugged your shoulders to look as casual as possible.

"Where did you get this lingerie?" he pointed to the box containing your lingerie, "Who did you buy it for?" he asked. His question wasn't just out of curiosity; rather, you heard the tension in his voice. You stopped and looked up at him and saw his eyes shining with dissatisfaction.

"What you mean 'where did I get this lingerie' and 'who did I buy it for'?" you repeated, "To have nice lingerie, necessary to buy it for someone?"

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, his lips forming a barely noticeable smile, but there was something sharp about it. He slowly got up from the sofa and approached you.

"Oh, I'm not saying it's necessary," he began, his voice soft but with an undertone that made you wary. "It's just interesting, you know... when a girl has something like this, it's not for no reason, right? It's like... an invitation for someone's eyes. And I just want to know whose eyes had the honor."

You felt your stomach tighten at his words. His tone, though playful, began to annoy you. You put the box you had been holding all this time on the floor and crossed your arms, looking him straight in the eye.

"Honor? I bought this lingerie for myself. To feel more confident, more beautiful. Not everything in my life revolves around someone else's eyes."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sliding over you, lingering on your lips before returning to your eyes.

"More confident…" he repeated and took a step closer, closing the distance between you, and his voice dropped. "You already look like I can barely control myself, no matter what you're wearing. But this outfit... it says more than just 'confidence'. So tell me, where did you wear it? On what... special occasions?"

You blinked in surprise, his persistence beginning to unnerve you.

"To work, for example. To events with clients, when you have to look your best," you replied, trying to sound calm, but a note of irritation slipped into your voice.

Jungkook tilted his head, his smile becoming even more sly, but a shadow of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Mmm... To work? To events?" he repeated your words, as if savoring them, but his tone was tinged with skepticism. "So you wore it to look more attractive... sexier to others, but you never wore lingerie like that when we were together? We... you know, had sex, and quite often," his voice deepened, and there was a hint of offense in the last sentence, although he carefully hid it behind a playful tone.

You felt irritation rising within you.

"Kook, are you seriously criticizing me for not wearing see-through lingerie when we... had sex? First of all, I haven't worn anything like that in a long time. And second, if I had worn it, you would have thought I was trying to please you. And I didn't want you to think that."

Jungkook snorted. You noticed the muscles in his jaw moving. He was annoyed.

"What do you mean? Did you deliberately not want to wear this for me? I thought I was pretty open about liking you. So why did you think I would think you were trying to impress me when I already liked you?"

You clicked your tongue almost inaudibly, feeling irritation mixed with warmth from his closeness.

"Jungkook, we had an agreement, remember? We weren't a couple, and it was... just sex. And things like this," you pointed to the box with your lingerie at your feet, "are worn for a boyfriend, a husband, not for... a fake partner."

He laughed sharply, but the laugh was more like a sneer.

"Ah, fake..." His eyes narrowed, and he leaned even closer, so that you could catch a faint whiff of his perfume. "Are you saying that when you trembled under your fake boyfriend, that is me, you didn't want me to like you? Because, you know, I clearly remember how your eyes burn when I touch you. And how your body responds to my every move." He leaned back without breaking eye contact and added, "So your excuse now sounds kind of... unbelievable."

His words, laced with playful but caustic irony, struck a nerve. Your irritation flared into anger, and you clenched your lips, not understanding why he was so fixated on this topic.

"What do you want from me? Why are you interrogating me about some underwear? It has nothing to do with when and how we fell in love! It's just something I bought for myself, period!"

He ignored your words, his gaze became even more insistent, and he leaned so close that his breath touched your face.

"Tell me the truth. Did you wear this lingerie for someone else? For some... client? Or maybe for someone who wasn't 'fictitious'?" His voice was low, almost threatening, but still with a hint of playfulness.

You couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing hysterically, although there was more anger than joy in your laughter.

"Goshh! What do you want to hear? A list of names?" You said with sarcasm.

His face darkened, and you saw his jaw clench tighter.

"Who saw you like that?" he asked, and there was a note in his voice that made you wary. "Name one. Because, you know, I don't like to imagine someone else looking at you in that... and evaluating what belongs to me."

His words were like a slap in the face, and you felt anger boiling up inside you. His tone balanced on the line between joking and toxic dominance, and it made you feel angry.

"Belongs to you?" You raised an eyebrow, taking a step back. You exhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself. You decided it was better not to continue this conversation, lest you really get into a fight. "This conversation is pointless. I'm not going to justify myself for some underwear I bought for myself!" You turned away, grabbing the box of clothes, and knelt down by the sofa, pulling things out with irritated haste, trying to drown out the tension that hung in the air.

Jungkook silently approached and stopped above you, his shadow looming over the box. You looked up, and his gaze was so intense that it made you feel like everything inside you was contracting.

"Wear this lingerie for me," he said calmly, but there was an air of authority in his voice. "Today. I want to see you in it."

You sat up straight, feeling his request only add fuel to the fire of your irritation.

"No, I won't wear it today," you snapped, looking him straight in the eye. "I'm not in the mood because of your stupid interrogation."

He didn't look away, and you froze, staring at each other tensely. The air between you was electric, mixed with irritation, passion, and discontent. Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence. Jungkook, without taking his eyes off you, picked up the phone.

"Yes?" His voice was sharp, but when he heard Manager Lee's voice, his tone softened slightly. "Okay, I'll be there."

From his answer, you knew he was leaving. He finished the conversation, still looking at you, then walked to the front door and started putting on his sneakers.

You felt a mixture of anger and confusion boiling up inside you. Dinner would be here soon, and you hadn't finished talking. You couldn't help yourself and lifted up took a few steps toward him and asked.

"How long will you be gone? Dinner will be here soon."

Jungkook straightened up, putting on his sneakers. He took his car keys and said without turning around,

"I don't know," his voice was colder than you expected. The door slammed behind him, and you stood there, feeling irritation and incomprehension pulsing in your chest. Why did he make such a scene over some stupid underwear? And why does his cold tone affect you so much?

You returned to the boxes, but your thoughts were far from the task at hand. The tension between you left a bitter aftertaste, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this conversation was unfinished.

Before the courier arrived, you unpacked a few boxes, put some of your things in the closet, and moved the boxes that were in the way to the side, planning to finish with them tomorrow.

You unpacked dinner and decided to wait for Jungkook, hoping that he hadn't gone long to meet with Manager Lee. You took a shower, changed into your pajamas, spending about half an hour on it, but Jungkook still hadn't shown up.

Your stomach growled loudly and even hurt from hunger. You texted Jungkook asking when he would be home and that the food had arrived, but he only read your text and left it unanswered.

You got even more angry at Jungkook. Not only did he create an awkward situation between you, but he also ignored you, offended that you didn't want to wear that damn lingerie for him.

You ate without him, cursing him out loud for not changing from the jerk you knew him to be. And even the fact that he is your husband doesn't change that. You ate that delicious roast beef and threatened him out loud that you would never wear sexy lingerie for him again, that from now on you would only wear regular cotton panties and throw away all your sexy lingerie.

In the end, you ate your fill, scolded Jungkook, and felt better. You felt your strength finally leaving you, and the fatigue from the move, the small quarrel, and the fullness lulled you to sleep.

You put Jungkook's food in the fridge and went to the bedroom. You lay down on the bed. It was almost eleven o'clock, and he still wasn't home. You went into the chat with him and saw that he was last online when he read your text message. You locked your phone and went to sleep.

You fell asleep without waiting for Jungkook to come home.

You woke up from the sensation of fingers between your legs. You tried to move, but your back was pressed tightly against Jungkook's chest, his breath tickling your ear and his fingers persistently but gently caressing your clitoris.

You felt the wetness between your legs growing and wondered why you hadn't woken up earlier when he first touched you. A sweet sensation pulsed in your lower abdomen in direct proportion to the movements of Jungkook's fingers, and you felt an orgasm approaching.

It felt damn good.

Maybe it was because you were relaxed, half asleep, and at first thought you were having an erotic dream with Jungkook. But his movements were too real, and it turned out it wasn't a dream.

You involuntarily let out a quiet moan, your hips twitching slightly in response to his touch. Jungkook touched your ear with his lips, and then you felt his hips thrust forward, and only then did you realize that he was already inside you. His hard cock filled you, and his movements sent waves of pleasure rippling through your entire body. You opened your eyes, still trying to comprehend how you hadn't felt him enter you and how long it had been going on.

You tried to turn your head to ask him why he was having sex with you right now, but he thrust his hips again, this time deeper, harder, and you felt every inch of him, as if he deliberately wanted to knock all thoughts out of your head.

His fingers continued to caress your clitoris, and his lips touched your ear, leaving a light kiss followed by a gentle bite. A wave of goosebumps ran down your spine, and you involuntarily squeezed around him, causing him to moan softly.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice hoarse, low, and saturated with desire, causing you to feel an inner tremor. You wanted to respond, but his fingers quickened, and his hips continued to thrusted, and your body surrendered to the growing pleasure.

"Kook..." Your moan with his name escaped louder, and you wanted to say hello, but Jungkook lifted your leg, holding it under your knee to penetrate deeper. His slow but confident movements made your body tremble, each thrust echoing with a wave of pleasure that seemed almost unbearable.

You clenched the sheet, trying to keep yourself grounded, but his rhythm—slow but deep—was driving you crazy. It was insanely pleasurable, bordering on impossible, and you felt your body betraying you, surrendering to him completely.

Jungkook removed his hand from your clitoris, and you involuntarily let out a disappointed sound, but he immediately found your breast under the thin cotton T-shirt you were sleeping in. His palm squeezed it, his fingers teasingly touching your erect nipple, and you couldn't hold back another moan, louder than the previous one.

His heavy breathing near your ear, warm and uneven, mixed with the quiet moans he couldn't hold back. You even forgot that you had argued yesterday.

It felt so good that you wanted it to last forever.

"I couldn't wait for you to wake up," he whispered, his hoarse voice vibrating in your chest, making your heart beat even faster.

And you didn't blame him for not waiting for you to wake up. Because maybe if he had tried to have sex with you as soon as you woke up, you might have pushed him away because of yesterday's argument. But now, when his hands, lips, and body so skillfully ignited the fire in you, you couldn't resist.

Only now did you remember that you were still offended by him for yesterday.

"What time did you get back?" you asked breathlessly, enjoying the movements of his cock inside you.

"Late," he replied without being specific. His answer annoyed you, but it quickly dissolved as his fingers returned to your clitoris and you felt a new wave of pleasure wash over you. His lips touched your neck, leaving wet kisses, and you involuntarily arched your back, giving him even more access.

"I'm angry with you," you squeezed out between moans, trying to maintain at least a shred of control. "What you're doing right now... won't make me forget what happened yesterday."

Jungkook laughed softly, but there was no mockery in his laughter—only warm, almost tender provocation. He gave another deep thrust, and you felt your body shudder with pleasure.

But Jungkook suddenly stopped, pulled out of you, and gently but confidently turned you onto your back. His hands held your hips firmly, and he entered you again.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him close, feeling him go as deep as he could. His hands rested on either side of your torso, hugging you under your shoulders. His face lowered to your shoulder, his hot breath burning your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Angry?" he murmured, his lips brushing your earlobe and did slowly move, teasingly holding you back from orgasm. "You can be angry all you want."

His words made you clench your teeth. You turned your head to look into his eyes and saw a mixture of passion, confidence, and slight guilt, which he carefully hid behind his cheeky smile.

"You're impossible," your voice trembled with irritation, but the words were drowned out by a new wave of pleasure as Jungkook leaned down and briefly touched your lips with his. It wasn't a kiss, but a quick, almost instantaneous touch, as if he just wanted to taste your lips. You didn't even have time to move your lips before he pulled away, leaving you with a slight disappointment. But you still had yesterday's argument on your mind, and it added a touch of stubbornness to your reaction.

Jungkook finally sped up, wanting to get the blissful pleasure you both craved. His movements were deep, and you felt his cock pulsing inside you, filling every inch. You couldn't hold back the loud moans that escaped your lips, almost uncontrollably. Your body was approaching the edge, and you clenched his shoulders, trying to keep yourself grounded in reality.

A final moan escaped your lips as orgasm washed over you, powerful and all-consuming, forcing you to arch in his embrace.

Your skin burned, your muscles tightened around him, and you felt Jungkook moan softly as his own arousal reached its peak. His movements became more abrupt, less controlled, and after a few seconds, he came inside you with a hoarse groan, his semen spilling into you, intensifying the feeling of closeness. His hips slowed, but he didn't pull away, pressing himself against you.

You were breathing heavily, your body still buzzing from orgasm, and his hands gently caressed your thighs, as if to soothe you. But as your thoughts began to clear, the hurt from yesterday's argument returned. You turned your head to look at him. He turned his face toward you, still pressing his forehead against your shoulder, and you saw his satisfaction.

"We're still going to talk about yesterday," you tried to start a conversation about that strange argument, but he didn't answer you. His gaze just slid over your face, and then he slowly pulled away, leaving you. You felt a slight emptiness when he moved away, and it only added to your irritation.

Jungkook got out of bed, completely naked, his body looking beautiful in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He stretched, his muscles tensing, and you couldn't help but stare at his back, then your eyes fell on his buttocks. You quietly admired his perfect body, even though you were still angry with him.

"I'm still waiting for you to wear that lingerie," he said, turning his head and giving you a sly look when he realized you were looking at him. He turned to face you, and you tried not to look down at his cock. "And all the others you have. Starting today, I want to see you wearing a new set every day. For me." He leaned toward you, placing his hands on either side of you, his face inches from yours.

"I threw out all that sexy lingerie yesterday when I was mad at you," you said, exaggerating for effect. A sly smile graced your lips. "Now you'll only get cotton panties. Plain ones. No lace. Live with it."

He smiled back, lingering on your lips.

"No problem, my love. I'll buy you new sets. Better than any you've ever had. And now you'll wear them only for me."

He kissed you—briefly, but with the confidence that your heart skipped a beat. His lips were warm, and for a moment you forgot your anger, but when he pulled away and went to the bathroom, you felt your irritation returning.

"Kook, I'm serious!" you called after him, but he only glanced back over his shoulder and disappeared behind the bathroom door. You heard the water running and leaned back on the pillows, sighing. His stubborn disregard for your attempts to talk actually annoyed, but at the same time, you couldn't deny that you liked his confidence and arrogance.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out your feelings. On the one hand, you were angry with him for yesterday's argument and his coldness. On the other hand, his touch, his words, his presence still made you melt, and that annoyed you even more. You knew this conversation wasn't over, and you promised yourself you'd make him listen to you. But somewhere deep down, you couldn't help but admit that his persistence and desire to see you in that lingerie were... damn attractive.

You heard the water in the bathroom stop running, and Jungkook returned to the bedroom. His wet hair fell over his eyes, and his only clothing was a white towel wrapped low around his hips, emphasizing the contours of his muscles. He leaned against the doorframe, and his lips stretched into a sly smile when he noticed your gaze involuntarily sliding over his body.

"What, already thinking about what you're going to wear first?" he asked teasingly, leaning against the doorframe. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling slightly.

"No, because I have nothing to wear," you replied with biting sarcasm, pulling the blanket up to your chin. "I told you I threw everything away."

Jungkook smiled wider and moved to the closet, looking for clothes. You noticed that he was taking a shirt and classic pants.

"Are you going somewhere again?" you asked, trying to hide the hint of disappointment that slipped into your voice. You wanted so badly for him to spend at least the weekend with you, but his schedule lately seemed to leave no room for quiet moments together.

"Yes," he said, putting on his Calvin Klein boxers, and you couldn't help but stare at how the fabric hugged his hips. "I have a few meetings. But it won't take long. I'll be back by three o'clock and help you unpack the boxes."

"Don't worry about the boxes. There aren't many left. I can handle it myself," you said softly. Jungkook put on his pants and looked up at you.

"Can you just wait for me so we can do it together?" he asked in an even voice, although you could sense the sarcasm in his tone.

"I can, but you're not helping, you're just looking for something to complain about. So it's better if I do everything myself," you replied and smiled, mirroring his sarcasm. Jungkook threw a white shirt over his shoulders and shook his head at your stubbornness.

"Fine, then do everything yourself," he agreed. You smiled wider, but your smile faded when you remembered the trip to your grandmother's.

"Honey...?" you asked. Jungkook froze for a split second when you called him that. The word from your lips caused butterflies in his stomach, but he forced himself not to show how what you just said affected him.

"Hmm?" was all he could say, because it seemed like if he spoke, his voice would break. Jungkook buttoned his shirt, unable to believe that you had finally accepted him completely and were not resisting your feelings.

"You promised we'd go to Halmoni's. When can you go?" you asked, watching him deftly button each button.

"Oh, right, we have to tell her about the wedding," Jungkook remembered. "I think next weekend, if you don't mind. I have some work to do, but next week I'll clear my schedule until Sunday and we can stay at Halmoni's longer."

You nodded, feeling your shoulders relax at his response.

"Okay, next weekend is fine," you said, watching him deftly button the last buttons on his white shirt. He was finally dressed. Jungkook came over to you and kissed you goodbye again. He kissed you tenderly, which was nothing like what had happened between you half an hour ago.

"I'll be quick, my love," he said and left you lying in bed, satisfied and completely in love with him.

The bed in the bedroom you shared with Jungkook was completely covered with your clothes—piles of jeans, blouses, and sweaters waiting to be sorted. It was the last thing you had to do, and then the move would be complete. You slowly looked at each item, remembering where and when you bought it, while holding the phone to your ear. Your grandmother called you to find out how you were doing, and of course you told her that everything was fine, not wanting to upset her with everything that was going on in your life. You also told her to expect you and Jungkook to visit over the weekend, and your grandmother was overjoyed.

You wanted to talk to your grandmother about many things, especially about your father. Your grandmother knew exactly who this man was, but she never told you. You also needed to tell her about the wedding and that you now live in Jungkook, and all of this was really weighing on you.

So, when you hanging up the phone after grandmother call, who was happy to hear the news of your arrival, your mood changed for some reason. You felt a whirlwind of emotions inside you that had built up over the past few weeks.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and returned to the things on the bed, but thoughts of your new life kept you feel calm. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. At that moment, your phone lit up with a notification, and you saw that it was 1:13 p.m. You froze for a moment, putting down the jeans you were holding, and headed for the front door, thinking that Jungkook couldn't have come back so early — he said he wouldn't be back before three.

When you reached the door, you looked through the peephole and froze in shock. Jungkook's father was standing outside the door, patiently waiting for it to open. You panicked, knowing full well that his father didn't know about this apartment, but here he was, standing right outside the door.

You thought that maybe you should pretend that no one was home, and then he would leave without knowing that his son lived here. But when the doorbell rang again, you flinched and it brought you back to reality. Your hands trembled as you nervously adjusted your clothes — the shirt that had slipped off your shoulder and the hair that had fallen over your face — involuntarily wanting to look at least decent in front of this man. Your fingers touched the lock, and you opened the door, feeling your throat tighten with anxiety.

President Jeon looked impeccable, as always: his black suit fit him perfectly, as definitely had been tailor-made, and his black shirt seemed to emphasize his authority. Your eyes met, and you felt a tremor inside. He looked straight ahead, but in your imagination, that gaze seemed as if you were just a useless trifle in his way, something that could be dismissed with a single movement.

You bowed quickly, greeting him.

"Hello," you said in a formal tone.

"Hello. Can we talk?" he asked politely, without the cold tone you heard every time you had the opportunity to interact with Jungkook's father. You stepped aside, letting him in.

President Jeon entered. His steps were slow, and you would even say dignified. He turned his head with interest, looking around the apartment. President Jeon stopped in the middle of the living room and turned to you.

"So this is what my son traded his penthouse in the center of Kangnam for... an apartment in an ordinary neighborhood where the walls are thinner than paper," he said calmly, but with a hint of contempt that made you feel as if you were being scolded for causing damage. You stood there, clutching the edge of your shirt, trying not to show how unpleasant his words were to you.

Jungkook's father gave you another appraising look, then walked over to the sofa and sat down, unbuttoning his jacket and turning his attention to you. You continued to stand there, not even moving.

"You know, I'm always amazed by my son's ingenuity. His rebellious nature is what fascinates and irritates me at the same time. If he weren't my only son with certain obligations, I would turn a blind eye to where he lives and who he dates. But... I can't," said President Jeon. You listened to him, looking at his face and finding features that were so familiar to you. Jungkook was similar to his father in the way he spoke; their voices were very similar, but his father's voice was calmer and more even. They were also similar in their mannerisms, and outwardly he was also similar to his father, but he was still more like his mother.

"You understand that you are not right for him? You cannot and will not be together because you are from two very different worlds."

These words echoed unpleasantly in your head. It stung inside, but you didn't show how his words affected you.

"Jungkook chooses for himself who he wants to be with," you replied firmly, feeling your heart beating in your temples. "He's a grown man who is capable of making his own decisions..." You didn't finish because President Jeon's laughter interrupted you. You fell silent, listening to your own heartbeat and the noise in your ears.

"No, dear, no..." he said through his laughter. President Jeon rested his hands on his knees and looked at you from under his eyelids. "He doesn't choose who to be with because he is my heir..." He straightened up, looking intently into your eyes.

President Jeon got up from the sofa and took a few steps toward you. You were ready to sink through the floor, feeling his presence weighing on you.

"The heir to a large and successful company that was preparing to merge with another company to form a monopoly, and you," he pointed his finger at you, "you ruined everything." He said this with irritation in his voice that he couldn't hide, because it was obviously a painful subject for him.

Your marriage to Jungkook had indeed ruined all of his and your father's plans, but you weren't the one to blame for that. Your wedding to Jungkook was accidental, but for him, it was a good chance to get out of a contract marriage. You felt angry that this man was blaming you for something that was not your fault at all.

President Jeon exhaled cautiously and continued his monologue.

"Jungkook is acting completely selfishly. He has forgotten who he is. He has forgotten that he is not in a position to do whatever he wants: live where he wants, marry whomever he wants. His job as heir is to keep the business afloat and grow the capital. Not to hide in this... apartment in an ordinary neighborhood, married to a girl whose origins are, to put it mildly, unclear."

His words hit you like a slap in the face, and you felt anger mixed with pain in your chest, tightening your throat. But you remained silent, just looking into his eyes.

"Your mother is an alcoholic," he said, and it was like an another punch but like in the stomach. You involuntarily held your breath, not expecting him to say that right now. "Can you imagine what will happen when everyone finds out that my son's wife is a bastard with an alcoholic mother?"

You froze, as if the whole world had stopped at that moment when the words about your mother were spoken in huge living room. They struck like a knife, deep into your heart, tearing open an old wound that you had tried so hard to hide. Shame, sharp and burning, flooded your cheeks, and you felt tears begin to sting your eyes. You lowered your eyes, looking at his chest, and clenched your fists, hard enough that your nails dug into your palms. However, the pain from this was nothing compared to what was tearing you apart inside.

"Do you understand that you are a problem?" he continued, his voice becoming quieter but even more threatening. "Not only for Jungkook's reputation, but also for our business. You are an obstacle that I cannot allow. And if you think that Jungkook will protect you from the whole world, you are mistaken. He won't be able to shut everyone up... If find out about you, my company's stock will fall, and that's a lot of money. Do you understand what I'm saying, girl?"

You looked up, feeling anger flare up, mixed with pain and fear. Your heart was pounding, but you forced yourself to speak, even though your voice trembled with emotion.

"I understand," you said simply. Jungkook's father smiled slightly, satisfied with your answer.

"If you understand, then it's logical that you should break off the marriage and leave him, right?" he asked, but his words sounded more like a sentence.

"I can't do that," you said, feeling a lump in your throat.

"Why?" President Jeon raised an eyebrow.

"Because..." You looked away, unable to bear his gaze. "Because even if I do that and leave, Jungkook will still look for me. He won't believe that I wanted to end the marriage so easily because... I love him... and he loves me..." you dared to say. Jungkook's father snorted. The words about love clearly amused him.

"Love?" His voice sounded mocking. "I've seen his 'love' and I know that in six months you'll bore him. I know all his girlfriends and not one of them stayed with him for long. There was one girl he was even obsessed with, but she also bored him in the end. Your so-called love is an illusion, my dear."

His words about Jungkook, about his past, about the girl he was "obsessed" with, cut like knives, and you felt the doubts you had so carefully suppressed begin to rise from the depths of your soul.

You knew that Jungkook was not the way his father wanted to showing you . You saw Jungkook’s eyes when he told you about love, felt the warmth of his hands when he hugged you, and heard the sincerity in his voice when he promised to always be there for you. But you don't know if everything he's farther saying now is a lie. You never talked to Jungkook about his relationships and didn't know how many women there were in his life. You remember that this is how you saw him before your agreement with him began. You thought Jungkook was arrogant, cocky, and definitely a womanizer.

But it wasn't just about Jungkook's women or what he was like in relationships. What hurt you more was what Jungkook's father said about you and your family. President Jeon's words forced you to see the reality of the situation.

In fact, you really are a bastard child who was abandoned by your father, and your mother is an alcoholic, and if everyone finds out about this, Jungkook will have problems. He won't be able to handle the pressure. You've always worked so hard to hide what's going on in your family so that you can have a good job, and if the whole of Korea finds out about this, you won't be able to live with the shame.

You remained silent, not knowing what to say. Seeing your state, President Jeon decided to do what would finally convince you to leave his son.

"I have a proposal for you that will be beneficial to both of us," he said, and your heart sank at those words. It was so similar to the day Jungkook offered you a deal. "I will get you a position at the Pusan branch of ‘Jeon Group’," he continued, without looking away. "A good job, a stable career. And also — 20 million won. Enough to start a new life, to forget about all this. Your task is simple: break up the marriage. Push Jungkook away. Make him believe that you want it yourself."

You almost laughed—bitterly, painfully—because it was so same like Jungkook "fixing" his problems. The same words, the same approach—as if everything in life could be bought or negotiated. But you're not going to agree again.

The truth that Jungkook's father threw in your face was harsh. Your family is your shame, your burden. Sooner or later, people could find out about it because more than one person in Jungkook's circle already knows your secret. Sukhi could tell everyone about your mother, about your past, and then everything you've been so carefully hiding would come out. Jungkook's father could do it himself — spread rumors, ruin your reputation, to "teach" Jungkook a lesson. You knew from the very beginning that your marriage was a challenge to fate, that your feelings might not withstand the pressure. But you agreed because you loved him. You loved him so much that you were ready to challenge the whole world.

You looked at him, feeling your heart torn between love and fear.

"What if I refuse?" you asked, your voice trembling, but sounded with a strength you didn't expect from yourself.

He narrowed his eyes, his smile disappeared, and you felt the air in the room become heavy, like before a storm.

"If you refuse, you understand that I will have to act differently," he said quietly, "and it will hurt, girl. Not for Jungkook — for you. He won't be able to protect you, no matter how hard he tries. I know how to protect my family, and I will do it, even if I have to destroy you."

His words struck you like lightning, and you felt the ground slip away from under your feet. You took a step back, your legs trembling, but you forced yourself to stand straight.

"I'll think about your offer," you said, and in those words was all your pain, all your exhaustion. You didn't say "no" because you couldn't — not now. But your tone was clear: go.

He nodded, as if satisfied, looking at your face — the tears drying on your cheeks, your trembling lips. He took a step toward you, coming close. His gaze softened, but only for a moment.

"You're a beautiful girl," he said quietly, almost regretfully. "You could be a good match... if it weren't for your family." He paused, then added, leaning closer. You reflexively leaned back, but not far. "Don't say anything to Jungkook. This conversation is between the two of us. Make the right decision."

He turned and walked to the door, his steps as confident as when he entered. The door closed behind him with a soft click. You remained standing in the middle of the living room, broken like glass shattered by a blow.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, your hands trembled, and you slowly sank to the floor, hugging your knees. Your love for Jungkook burned inside you like a flame, but fear and shame suffocated it, leaving only ashes. You didn't know what to do. Leave? Stay? Every decision was painful, and you felt the world around you crumbling, leaving you alone with this choice that tore your soul to pieces.

You went into the bedroom, crying and devastated. You opened your phone and saw that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Jungkook was supposed to arrive in an hour, but you couldn't bear to see him. Meeting his father had been a real blow to you, shattering all your hopes.

His words about your mother, about your status, about you being an "obstacle," swirled around in your head, giving you no peace. You couldn't imagine how you would look Jungkook in the eye after this, how you would explain to him that his father saw you only as a problem that needed to be eliminated. That you would look at him and feel like you were a stain on his authority. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and you didn't even try to wipe them away — everything inside hurt as if someone had torn a part of you away.

You stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the scattered things — sweaters, jeans, trinkets that you were supposed to unpack and start your life together with Jungkook. But you realise that you couldn't see him now, not even now, you can’t see him today.

Overcome by your emotions, you rushed to the bed, where your things still lay scattered after sorting. Your hands trembled as you began to frantically stuff them into boxes, paying no attention to order or neatness. Jeans, sweaters, dresses — everything went into cardboard boxes. You didn't think about what you were doing — it was instinct, a desire to escape, to hide from the pain, from the reality that hung over you like a dark cloud.

Pausing for a moment, you grabbed a small travel bag and threw in a few essentials — underwear, a toothbrush, a couple of T-shirts, a wallet. You clutched your phone tightly in your hand, as if it were your last connection to the world, and ran out of the apartment without looking back.

You got into a taxi and gave the driver the address of the train station, not even noticing him glancing at your tear-stained face. At the station, you bought a ticket for the high-speed train to Busan, not allowing yourself to think about what would happen next. Everything seemed blurry, as if you were moving in a dream, where each step was heavier than the last.

On the train, you sat by the window, watching Seoul disappear, and felt your phone vibrate in your hand. The name Jongkook appeared on the screen. Your heart tightened as if someone had squeezed it in their fist.

You didn't answer the phone — you couldn't. Because his father had shattered your world, making you feel dirty and unworthy. The phone rang again, and again, and each ring was like a blow to your soul. You knew he was looking for you, worried, maybe panicking, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. Instead, you opened the chat and, with trembling fingers, wrote:

📱You: "Please don't call me. I need to be alone."

The reply came almost immediately:

📲 Jungkook: "What happened? Everything was fine, where did you go?"

You bit your lip, feeling tears running down your cheeks again. Your fingers frantically tapped on the screen:

📱You: "Jungkook, please, I just need to be alone. Respect my decision, give me a few days."

A few seconds passed and three animated dots appeared on the screen, indicating that he was typing a message.

📲 Jungkook: "I don't understand what happened!"

This message was immediately followed by another:

📲 Jungkook: "If you want space, fine, but explain what's wrong!"

You closed your eyes, feeling tears running down your cheeks, and wrote:

📱You: "I'll explain everything. But not now. Please."

He read the message but didn't reply. You leaned back in your seat, staring out the window at the flashing scenery, feeling the emptiness inside grow with every passing second.

When you arrived in Busan, your grandmother met you at the door with her eyes wide open, full of surprise and anxiety.

"My dear, what are you doing here?" she exclaimed, hugging you tightly, "We talked this morning, you said you would arrive from Jungkook in a week!"

You forced yourself to smile, though it came out crooked and weak.

"I... Jungkook and I had a little fight," you said, deciding to lie. "So I came alone. We decided we just needed a little break from each other."

Grandma frowned, her warm hands squeezing your shoulders.

"Fought? Oh, child, what happened? Jungkook seems like such a nice boy, I love how you look together! But if you need some time apart, that's okay, it shows that what you have is real. But I'm sure you'll make up."

Her words squeezed your heart like a vice. You knew you could never go back to Jungkook because you weren't good enough for him, that was the reality. You didn't tell your grandmother about the marriage, the move, or the longing that was eating away at you inside. You just nodded, hiding your tears, and went to your room to unpack your bag.

That evening, Jungkook called again. You looked at his name on the screen, feeling your heart pound, but you couldn't press "answer." You turned off the sound and put the phone face down, as if that could drown out the pain.

Several days passed. Jungkook didn't call or text, and the silence was painful for you. You wanted him to keep calling or texting you, it would show you that he needed you, but he did as you asked. He did it at least once, but you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, because just when you thought he wasn't going to listen to you again, he did.

You missed him so much that you couldn't sleep at night, lying in bed and remembering his smile, his warm embrace, you remembered the sex here on this very bed in your bedroom when you first asked him for intimacy and he became the refuge you always needed. Then, on that day, he became something more to you.

Several times you caught yourself thinking about going back, telling Jungkook's father that you would not accept his deal, that you would fight for your love. But every time, common sense prevailed. You couldn't let your feelings hurt Jungkook or your grandmother, who had already been through so much because of your mother. You couldn't be the "obstacle" that President Jeon had mentioned.

On the fourth day, you gathered your courage and went to the local registry office to file for divorce. You forced yourself to do it, repeating to yourself that it was for his own good. For your own good.

When you returned home, your grandmother greeted you with a frightened look.

"Daughter, I don't know what this is. I'm scared," she said, holding a letter from the bank in her hands. You approached her, reassuring her.

"What happened? Why are you scared?" you asked, touching her back and taking the letter from her hands. You looked and saw that your grandmother had been credited with 10 million won.

"A large amount of money has been deposited into my account! I don't know where it came from, I wasn't expecting anything like this!" she said with a trembling voice.

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn't show it to your grandmother, but you were also excited because the amount was large and you had to figure out where the money came from.

You called the bank and found out that the funds had been transferred from the account of Han Sori, your mother. You hung up the phone and froze, wondering where your mother got that kind of money. But at that very moment, you realized where the money came from. Only one person could have done this.

Jungkook.

You remembered how he promised you that your mother would return everything she took from your mother. But 10 million won is a lot of money.

Grandma came into the kitchen and nervously approached you.

"So what my dear? Did you find out where the money came from? Did someone accidentally transfer it to my account?"

"Don't worry, Halmoni," you said, trying to sound calm. You walked over to her and hugged her. "It's... insurance. I was saving money in my mother's account, and it accumulated. That's all."

She looked at you suspiciously, but nodded, believing your lie.

The whole day passed like a fog because you filed for divorce and a large sum of money came into your grandmother's account. Jungkook did it, and you knew it for sure, but how exactly, you could only guess.

You opened the chat with Jungkook several times, trying to write to him. At first, you wanted to thank him for the money, but you deleted the message. Then you wanted to tell him that you had filed for divorce, but he would need an explanation, and you didn't know what to say to him yet. So you didn't dare to write to him. You decided to give yourself a few more days.

That same evening, you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone, when you saw the news: your former boss had been fired from his position as CEO of EON Creative for harassing female employees. You froze, remembering how Jungkook had told you when you were with him in the office that he had found a reason to fire him.

Your heart pounded when the phone rang and his name appeared on the screen again. You stared at it, feeling everything inside you scream with the desire to hear his voice, to feel his warmth, even if only through the receiver. But the call ended, and you froze, staring at the screen.

He called again, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your fingers trembled as you pressed "answer." Your heart was beating so loudly that you were afraid he would hear it through the phone.

"Hi, kitten," he said in his familiar voice. Your heart skipped a beat. You shouldn't have answered the call, but the desire to hear his voice was stronger.

"Hi," you replied, holding the phone tightly.

"Will you come out to me?"

You jumped up and went to the window, peeking out. You saw the roof of his car near the gate of the house.

"Did you come straight here?" you asked.

"Yes. It wasn't hard to guess where you might go, considering you live with me," Jungkook replied, and you could tell he was smiling.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." you began, but inside you couldn't wait to see him.

"Running away from me without saying a word is a good idea for you?" he asked rhetorically. "Or filing for divorce without my consent is probably a good idea for you too?"

You listened to his voice in silence, barely able to stand. He spoke without judgment, and you felt like you were being cruel to him. You probably should have explained everything to him first, talked about everything, and then left. But you ran away because it was the first thing that came to mind at the time.

Jungkook noticed that you were silent for a long time and spoke again.

"Come out to me and we'll talk about everything normally. I'll wait for you in the car. But if you don't come out, I'll come in to you."

You understood that now it had to happen and you needed to convince Jungkook to break off the marriage. Because if you didn't, President Jeon would do everything he could to destroy you. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you had to do it.

"Okay, I'm coming. Wait for me five minutes," you said.

"No more than five minutes, kitten, because I waited long enough," he said softly.

"Okay," you replied briefly and hung up the phone.

That's why you often spent time together with your partners. The four of you would get together, drink, talk, and relax.

One evening, when your boyfriend, Jungkook, and his girlfriend, Yujeong, were sitting in the living room of your apartment, you started talking about sex. It was a common topic in your group, which, as always, started with a joke. All four of you were open to experimenting in sex and you loved sharing each other's secrets to spice up your sexual relationships.

You don't remember exactly how the conversation started about swapping partners, but you remember well how Jungkook suggested this experiment. You were shocked that this suggestion came from him.

"Do you think we could try it? I've heard that swinging is a cool thing. It's like it strengthens relationships," he said, glancing at you.

You almost choked on your wine. Jungkook? Your Jungkook, who always seemed so... safe, was now suggesting partner swapping?

You waited for him to say it was a joke, but Yujeong immediately supported the idea, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. To your surprise, Sojung nodded enthusiastically and agreed as well, as if it were the most brilliant suggestion in the world. You sat there, clutching your glass, trying to hide your confusion. You loved experiments, but this... this was something completely different.

"You recently told me you wanted to try something new," your boyfriend said, smiling at you. His hand was on your knee, and you felt him squeeze it gently, as if to encourage you.

You glanced quickly at Jungkook but managed to notice so much. He looked back at you, and you saw in his eyes a challenge, curiosity, and most importantly, a dark shadow of desire that you had never seen before. You knew he would never have suggested this if he wasn't sure it would be acceptable to everyone. And yet your heart sank at the thought that you might cross the line with someone who had always been just a friend.

"I don't know..." you said suddenly, hesitant, but at the same time catching yourself thinking about how it felt to have Jungkook so close. You sat up straight, leaning away from Sojung, placing your glass on the table. "I certainly wanted something new, but swinging...?"

You glanced at Jungkook again. Sojung and Yujeong began to gently persuade you, arguing that it would be interesting, a new experience that would give you new sensations, while Jungkook just smiled slightly, when drinking his a honey-colored drink. You were surprised that he was silent, because it was his idea, but for some reason he was in no hurry to persuade you. His smile was mysterious, it even made you tense up. He looked as if he knew that he shouldn't even try to persuade you, that you would want it yourself.

In the end, you agreed. You discussed when and where it would happen and agreed on boundaries that no one would cross. You could have sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, using various tools for stimulation, of course respecting each other's desires, but the only thing you couldn't do was kiss.

Your boyfriend suggested this, explaining that kissing is only possible between couples. This boundary is a must because kissing is something too intimate, something that belongs only to the two of you. Sojung said this with such confidence that you felt relieved. Kissing has always been special to you, a moment when you felt truly close to your boyfriend. The idea that this boundary would remain intact gave you a sense of control, as if you were still keeping a part of yourself safe. You all nodded in agreement with the rule, and Jungkook, as always, just smiled slightly, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, but only noticeable to you.

You return to the moment in the bedroom. The soft light from the bedside lamps creates an atmosphere of intimacy. You stand in front of Jungkook, feeling the air between you become thick, as if electrified. You still can't believe you're about to have sex with your best friend, the person who was almost like a brother to you.

Jungkook is a damn hot man, and you'd be lying if you said you never liked him. When he started dating girls in his teens, you secretly wished he was yours, but it didn't work out. He never looked at you as an object of adoration, and you concluded that you just weren't his type.

You had a boyfriend when you were in high school and had one when you were in college. You were single for a long time until you met Sojun. You started dating him, and your relationship has lasted for several years. Your boyfriend was perfect for you, and you were happy in your relationship. Therefore, the fact that you were going to have sex with another man was exciting and somewhat uncomfortable for you. And considering that this man is Jungkook, the situation felt like it was on the verge of panic.

You stopped by the bed. Jungkook turns to you and his smile is the same, but there is something elusive trembling at the corners of his lips. Is he nervous? You're not sure. But your own nerves are stretched tight like strings. You can't let him see your weakness. It's just... an experiment. Just one night. Just swinging.

He comes closer, and you feel the warmth of his body without even touching him. His fingers reach for your short button-down shirt. Slowly, almost teasingly, he unbuttons the first button. You watch his movements, how his fingers move with unexpected tenderness. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you're afraid he'll hear it. Why are you reacting this way? It's Jungkook. Your friend. The one who knows you hate red beans and always laughs at your failed selfies. But now, as he unbuttons your blouse, you don't recognize him or yourself.

The blouse falls to the floor, and you stand before him in your bra. He smiles, and that smile is both familiar and completely foreign. He leans toward your ear, and you feel his warm breath on your skin as his fingers find the clasp of your bra.

Your bra falls to the floor, joining your blouse.

Jungkook leans over to look at you, and you instinctively cover your chest with your hands, even though you know it's pointless. He's seen you running around in his T-shirt without a bra after spilling coffee on your dress, he seen you when you was wearing in home T-shirt without bra too. But now it's different. His gaze isn't just friendly—it's intense, hungry, and you feel your skin burning under it.

Jungkook takes another step closer, and his proximity makes you tremble, but you try not to show it. His fingers find your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your arms away. You force yourself to breathe evenly, but it's difficult when his touch makes your heart beat faster. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you, and in his eyes you see the same dark shadow of desire that you noticed back then, in the living room, when he proposed this crazy idea.

"You're nervous," he says softly, his voice sounding like velvet, enveloping you. It's not a question, but a statement, and you feel your face flush. You want to argue, to say that everything is fine, that you have everything under control, but the words get stuck in your throat. He knows you too well. He always has.

"Are you?" you manage to squeeze out, hoping your voice sounds at least a little confident.

Jungkook smiles, and that smile is a mixture of playfulness and something completely unknown to you before.

"Maybe a little," he admits, and you feel relieved by his honesty. But then he leans closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, and whispers, "But I like that you're nervous."

You feel his fingers slide down your waist, slowly, as if he's savoring every second of this moment. His touch is light, but it leaves a noticeable mark, and you can't understand why your body is reacting so strongly.

His hands stop at the zipper of your jeans and you hold your breath. You want to say something to ease the tension, but all you can do is watch his movements as he slowly unzips your fly.

"Do you remember the rules?" you ask, trying to regain control. You hesitate for a moment, and you immediately mentally berate yourself for it. "No kissing."

He stops, his hands frozen on your hips, and you see his lips stretch into a smile.

"I remember," he says, but there's something in his tone that makes you doubt his words for a moment. His fingers slide lower, removing your jeans, and you feel your legs go weak. You stand before him almost naked, and his gaze, which runs over your body, seems too intimate for what you agreed to consider just an experiment.

Jungkook almost reverently takes your breast in his hand and leans down to kiss it. You instinctively grab his shoulders, feeling his wet tongue on your nipple. His lips gently touch your nipple, and you feel a wave of heat spread throughout your body. Jungkook takes his time, his tongue slowly circling the sensitive bud, then gently sucking, making you gasp.

Your fingers grip his shoulders tighter, as if looking for support, while his other hand squeezes your other breast, massaging it with a perfect balance of gentleness and insistence. You feel the wetness between your legs becoming more noticeable, causing you to nervously squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal.

Jungkook breaks away from your breast, his lips glistening in the dim light of the lamps, and he looks up at you. His eyes are dark, full of desire, but there is also something tender, almost caring in them. He leans closer, so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. It's a dangerous line, and you catch yourself involuntarily glancing at his lips, at the piercing that glitters in the light.

"If it gets too much, just say and I'll stop," he whispers, his voice low and husky, but with a hint of seriousness. "And if you want more... just say my name."

You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling your heart beat even faster. You nod, not trusting your voice, and he smiles again—that smile that always made you laugh, but now it seems dangerous, seductive.

You see his eyes fall to your chest, then move up to explore your collarbone and neck.

"One more question," he says gently, touching your hair. He pushes it back so he can see your neck better. "Are kisses on the neck also forbidden?"

You freeze, feeling everything inside you tighten at his voice and words.

"Yes," you reply, trying to sound firm. "Kisses on the neck... are the same as kisses on the lips. It's too intimate for me."

Jungkook nods, his smile softening.

"Okay, no neck," he says, and you feel relief, but at the same time a strange disappointment. His hands slide lower, to your waist, and he gently but confidently turns you back toward the bed and then lays you down on it. You feel the softness of the sheets beneath your back, and your heart pounds as he leans over you, his eyes scanning your body.

He touches the edge of your thong, slowly pulling it down.

"Relax," he says, his voice soft but with a hint of humor you know so well. "I'm going to make you happy tonight,"

You laugh softly, catching his usual playful tone, which always defused the tension between you. But now your laugh sounds nervous, and you feel your cheeks burning as he pulls your thong off completely, leaving you completely naked. His gaze slides over your body, and you see his eyes darken with admiration.

"You know, I always knew that underneath those hideously oversized T-shirts of yours was the sexiest body," he says, his voice sounding playfulness.

You snort, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"From what you knew that?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as he looms over you, still fully clothed.

He smiles, his hands resting on the bed on either side of you.

"From your curves," he replies, his gaze sliding over your body. "Even your huge t-shirts or hoodie couldn't hide them."

You freeze and you look at each other. You not knowing why his words are so pleasing to you. It's just a normal compliment, but you feel pleased that he likes your body. Jungkook slowly leans toward you, and you panic that he's going to kiss you, and when he almost touches your lips, you turn your face away. You feel his breath on your cheek, and you can't help but wonder if he would have kissed you if you hadn't turned away.

Jungkook touches your face with his fingers and gently turns it toward him. You bite your lip to hide your embarrassment.

"I won't kiss you," he assures you. "Don't worry, I won't do it... unless you ask me to," he says with a smile. You raise your eyebrows. Of course you won't ask him.

"You know I won't do it. But you're teasing me, I can tell," you say honestly. Jungkook laughs softly, revealing a row of perfect teeth.

"You know teasing you is my favorite thing to do," he says, and you roll your eyes. You want to reply that now is not the time for that, but at that moment you feel his lips touch your ear. "I want to eat you, do you allow me?"

You nervously swallow, feeling your body tense with anticipation.

"Yes," you whisper, and you see his obvious satisfaction with your answer.

Jungkook moves lower, spreading your legs and opening you up. He looks at your wet pussy and feels his cock getting harder. He knows he's going to enjoy you to the fullest today.

First, his lips touch the inside of your thigh, and you feel goosebumps running down your skin. He takes his time, kissing your skin, slowly moving higher. His tongue slides over your sensitive area, and you clench the sheets, trying to hold back a moan. His movements are confident but gentle as he explores you. Your swollen clitoris is too sensitive, and you catch yourself thinking that you might orgasm too quickly.

His fingers join his tongue, gently penetrating you, and you feel your body tremble with pleasure. He knows what he's doing, and it drives you crazy. His tongue circles your clitoris, and his fingers move in perfect rhythm, bringing you to the edge. You feel the tension building, and when his tongue makes one last, precise movement, you can't hold back. Your body jerks, and you come, moaning loudly as the orgasm washes over you.

Jungkook rises, his lips glistening with your juices, and he leans over you, pressing his hard cock, still hidden under his jeans, right into your pussy. You feel his hardness, and it makes your body tense again in anticipation of more.

His breath is hot, tickling your lips, and you open your eyes to meet his gaze. But your gaze falls treacherously back to his lips, to that piercing that beckons you so. You admit to yourself that you want to kiss him, and the thought scares you because it's forbidden.

"It's time for you to get undressed," you say, trying to sound confident, even though your voice breaks with excitement.

"I can make you come again without even getting undressed," he says, his voice full of confidence. You snort, hugging his shoulders.

"You sound too bold, as usual," you reply, then slide your hands down his torso, touching the edge of his T-shirt.

Jungkook smiles slightly, but lets you pull his T-shirt off. When his body is exposed, you can't help but admire it: his sculpted muscles, the tattoos covering his entire arm and extending onto his chest. His lip piercing glitters in the light of the lamps as he leans toward you again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling how warm his skin is beneath your fingers. He starts rubbing against your pussy, still in his jeans, and you feel your clit come alive again from the stimulation. The sweet sensation between your legs returns, and you moan, unable to hold back.

His nose slides along your jaw, and he whispers,

"You smell so good... I love your scent."

You almost go crazy from his words, from the rubbing of his cock against your pussy, from his hot breath tickling your skin. You almost needed on his kisses so much, but you can't ask him for them, you can't break the rules. His movements become faster, sometimes alternating with sharp ones, and you close your eyes, feeling the pleasure grow. Your legs are wrapped around his buttocks, and you squeeze him tighter, as if you want to hold on to this moment.

"How many times did Sojung make you come in one night?" he suddenly asks. You hear his voice hoarse with desire. He continues to rub against you.

You half-open your eyes, but the orgasm is already approaching, and you don't have time to answer. At that moment, you suddenly remember your boyfriend and what is happening now. Sojung is in the next room with Yujeong, but this thought does not make you jealous or curious. Jungkook has overshadowed everything — your thoughts, your feelings. You only want him. His movements become even more insistent, and you feel your body tremble as you approach orgasm. You close your eyes, throw your head back on the pillow, and moan as a second orgasm overwhelms you, making you tremble beneath him.

Jungkook stops, giving you time to catch your breath, but his body is still pressed against yours. You can feel his hard cock still pressing against you, and it makes you want more. It becomes incredibly interesting to feel him inside you.

He leans closer, his lips dangerously close to yours again, and you feel your will weakening. You want to kiss him so badly, and it scares you more than anything that has happened before.

"You still haven't answered my question," he reminds you. You breathe in quickly and heavily, trying to calm down after your second orgasm.

"Twice," you say the truth, although you probably should have lied. Jungkook made you come twice without even taking his clothes off, and Sojung brought you to orgasm only with his fingers and his cock a few times. In fact, your sex with Sojung was nowhere near what you felt between you and Jungkook. You enjoyed being with your boyfriend and loved to please him, but he never treated your body with the same attention as Jungkook did.

"Only twice?" he raised an eyebrow, as if not believing your words. Then he smiled confidently. "He should try harder for a woman like you."

You don't know how to respond to his words. You're scared that you like what he's saying, but he's criticizing your boyfriend, so you have to defend him somehow.

"He tries hard, maybe it's because of me," you say. You really thought so, because you rarely felt intense pleasure during sex. Every time, you thought, "This is it, it's going to happen," but Sojung finished before you did.

Jongkook leans toward you again, pressing his body against yours. He runs his eyes over your face, enjoying your beauty.

"If a woman is unsatisfied during sex, it's not her problem, it's the problem of the man who is fucking her," he replies, justifying you. You like what he says, but you still have doubts. Although Jungkook was able to make you come twice without even taking his clothes off.

"What about you? How many times did you make Yujeong come?" you ask, trying to divert attention from yourself.

"Five times," he says with a hint of pride. You widen your eyes. Five? Is it really possible to make someone come five times in one night?

"Are you kidding?" you ask with irony in your voice. Jungkook bites his piercing and you can't help but stare at the movement. "You fucked her for a day so she could cum that many times?" you joke. Jungkook smiles.

"Yes. It was almost a day," he confirms. You look up sharply, looking into his eyes, and realize that he is more than serious. "It's a shame I don't have a day with you, I would make you cum even more times."

You shake your head, laughing hysterically at his words.

"Don't be silly. I'd die if you fucked me for 24 hours," you joke. But Jungkook doesn't find it funny. He suddenly thrusts his hips, making you gasp.

"You wouldn't die. You would have endured every one of those orgasms..." he says quietly. "Fuck... now I won't be able to stop thinking about it," he admits. You raise your eyebrows, feeling him stimulate you again. You know his pants are already completely soaked with your and his cum. You want to take it further, but he's still fully clothed.

"No, Kook," you say, breathing deeply. "Don't even think about it... it'll never happen."

He stops. You look at each other and you see his gaze flash dangerously. You don't like that your friend is saying all these things to you, knowing that tonight will be the only night between you.

"Aren't you tired yet?" he asks, changing the subject.

You smile sarcastically. Your hands involuntarily slide down his back, exploring his muscles, his tattoos, the warmth of his skin.

"Why would I be tired?" you ask in response.

"You haven't had an orgasm more than twice, and I'm going to bring you to at least one more. Are you sure you can handle it?" he says cheekily. You look into his eyes, ready to accept his challenge.

"I can handle you better than you think, Jeon," you reply. His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them gently.

"Then say my name, and I'll show you what I'm capable of,"

You hold your breath, feeling your body respond to him again, even though you've just had two orgasms. His closeness, his scent, his voice — it all makes you forget about the rules, about Sojung, about Yujeong. You want to say his name, but something inside you still resists. You bite your lip, trying to collect your thoughts, but Jungkook seems to sense your hesitation. He leans even closer, his lips almost touching yours, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"Say it," he whispers, his voice sounding like temptation. "Just say my name."

You feel your will melting under his gaze. You give in and decide to surrender to the feelings that have overwhelmed you inside. Your heart pounds, you swallow the lump in your throat, and your voice is barely audible as you whisper his name:

"Jungkook..." You pull him closer, your lips close to his ear, and repeat, almost touching his skin, "Kook…"

He freezes, and you feel his whole body tense up. He turns his face toward you, and you see his eyes darken and his breathing become heavier. His hands squeeze your shoulders, and you feel him struggling with himself not to break the rule. His lips are so close that you can almost taste them, but he clenches his teeth and pulls away, though you can see that it takes a tremendous effort. He looks away, as if trying to collect himself, and begins to undress.

You lie in the middle of the bed, watching him take off his jeans. His movements are smooth, and you can't take your eyes off his body, which is too beautiful to be real. When he takes off his boxers, your breath catches. His cock is large, much larger than Sojun's, and you catch yourself thinking that it must feel incredibly tight, filling you completely. At this thought, your body trembles again with anticipation.

Jungkook takes his cock in his hand, his gaze intense as he reaches for the nightstand where the condom he put there when you first entered the room lies. He tears open the foil, but suddenly stops, his lips stretching into a seductive smile.

"Do you want to give me a blowjob?" he asks, noticing your attentive gaze. His voice is low, with a slight mockery, but there is something in it that makes you feel ashamed. You quickly look up, feeling embarrassment wash over you.

"No," you reply, a little too hastily, your cheeks burning even more. "I... don't do that."

He looks surprised, his lips pressing into a thin line and his eyebrows raising. Jungkook takes a step closer.

"Why?" he asks, his voice soft but full of curiosity. He takes your hand and pulls you to the edge of the bed, where you sit down, and he stands directly in front of you, his cock right in front of your face.

You feel your heart beating in your throat as he places your hand on his cock. You gently wrap your fingers around it, feeling its hardness and warmth beneath your fingertips. You begin to move your hand slowly, and your eyes meet his.

"Sojung says I give terrible blowjobs," you confess, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. And you're a little glad that it's nighttime and the lights in the room are dimmed so he can't see your red face. You lower your eyes, unable to bear your best friend's gaze. "I almost never do that, not even to him."

Jungkook smiles, his fingers touching your chin, gently lifting your face so you look at him.

"I'm not used to believing words," he says, his voice velvety and seductive. "I believe in actions. Try it, and I'll tell you the truth. If I don't like it, you'll know for sure."

His thumb slides across your lower lip, pressing lightly, and you feel your body respond to this simple gesture. Butterflies fill your stomach. Jungkook slips his finger into your mouth, and you instinctively start sucking on it, never taking your eyes off his. His smile widens, and he said,

"I'm already sure that Sojung was wrong."

He removes his finger and takes his cock in his hand. Jungkook slowly runs it across your lips, leaving a wet trail of his precum. You smell him, feel his warmth, and your insides tremble with anticipation. You open your mouth and take him in carefully, shallowly at first, tasting his salty flavor. Then you open your mouth wider, trying to take as much as possible, although you can only manage a little more than half its length. You start moving your tongue, carefully exploring it, and feel how he reacts — his hips twitch slightly, and his hand gently grabs your hair.

You continue to suck him and you like how bold you've suddenly become. Then you really want to satisfy Jungkook the same way he did you. You feel how hard he is on your tongue. Your saliva increases and it starts to drip from the corners of your lips and chin.

"Fuck..." you hear Jungkook's muffled voice. You look up and see that his head is thrown back. His lips are parted, and moans escape from them one after another. Feeling your gaze, he lowers his head. Your eyes meet, and Jungkook swears he will never forget this image. You are his best friend, filling your mouth with his cock, which you suck so well. He pushes his hips into your mouth a little harder and says, "Don't stop... fuck... you're so good at this," he throws his head back again, enjoying your blowjob.

You feel his words ignite you, and your movements become more confident. You suck him, moving your head, and his moans get louder. His fingers grip your hair tighter, but not roughly, as if he's trying to hold himself back.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, lowering his eyes to look at you again. "Your mouth... it's the best I've ever seen in my life."

You feel your body tremble at his words. Sojung never liked your blowjobs, but Jungkook... he likes them, and you can't understand why it causes such a storm of emotions in you. You speed up your movements, feeling him harden even more in your mouth. But you need to catch your breath because your jaw hurts so much, and you let him go, breathing heavily.

Jungkook leans toward you, his face close to yours, and asks,

"Are you okay?"

You nod, feeling your jaw ache, but it gradually calms down.

"Yes," you reply. "I'll continue,"

"You don't have to make me come," he says, reassuring you. "I can come inside you if you want,"

You hold your breath, but something inside you ignites at the thought.

"No," you say, looking him in the eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth,"

Jungkook's eyes darken, and he asks again, his voice rougher with tension:

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," you say, and your confidence surprises even you. "I want this," you take him in your mouth again, and this time you're even bolder. Jungkook starts moving his hips toward your mouth, going deeper and deeper. His hand sinks into your hair again, and he whispers:

"I want your throat... I want to fuck your throat," he doesn't hold back. You don't argue, and you can't respond properly, all you can do is show him your permission by opening your mouth wider, allowing him to go deeper.

You feel him filling you up, and it makes your eyes water, but you don't stop. His moans get louder, and he swears out loud:

"Damn, you're incredible..."

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. Your fingers find his balls, and you gently massage them, feeling his body tense up. His moans are interrupted, and in the next moment, with a loud, hoarse sound, he cums in your mouth. You feel the warm cum, and your throat tightens as you swallow, trying not to miss a drop. His hand is still in your hair, but now it's gently stroking you, as if to thank you.

He takes a step back, breathing heavily, his eyes shining as he looks at you.

"You..." he begins, but his voice breaks, and he just laughs, shaking his head. "You're incredible, how could anyone say you give terrible blowjobs?" he implies your boyfriend.

You feel your cheeks burning, but you're filled with pride. You never thought you could be like this—bold, desirable. Jungkook leans toward you, his face close again, and you feel your heart beating somewhere in your throat. His lips are so close. Fuck. You need at least one kiss from him.

"Do you want more?" he asks tenderly, "Or do you need a break?"

You look into his eyes, feeling your body still trembling with adrenaline and desire. You know that this night has already crossed all the boundaries you set for yourself, and you don't want to stop. Not with him.

"Keep going," you say quietly, your fingers gently sliding over his chest, pausing at his tattoos. "I want more."

He doesn't say anything in response. Jungkook leans in, forcing you back onto the bed. You lie down and he towers over you. His hands slide down your waist and then lower, to the inside of your thighs. You feel his fingers gently but confidently spread your legs. He takes his time, his movements slow, as if he wants to stretch out the moment, enjoying every second.

Jungkook moves lower, his lips touching your skin on your stomach, leaving light, wet kisses that make your body tremble.

You feel his tongue sliding over your skin, leaving a burning trail, and you clench the sheets, trying to hold yourself back. You no longer resist any kisses. His hands hold your hips tightly, and you feel him approaching your pussy, his breath hot and teasing. But suddenly he turns back to your face, his fingers spreading your folds, and then one of his fingers penetrates your passage. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. But when he adds another finger, you can no longer control anything.

"Jungkook..." you whisper, and his name sounds like a plea.

"You're so beautiful when you moan my name," he says, and you feel his breath on your lips.

He lies down next to you, his warm flesh pressing against your thigh. You realize he still isn't wearing a condom, and the moment you think it, he asks:

"Do you want without a condom?"

You were at the limit of your abilities. What was happening between you was pure madness for you. And in fact, you wanted to, but you couldn't cross that line. Jungkook is not your boyfriend after all. He's your damn best friend, and you completely forgot about that.

"No... put on a condom," you say, breathing heavily. Jungkook doesn't answer right away. He digs his long fingers into you, and you swear that in another moment you'll come just from his fingers finding your sensitive spot.

"Are you sure? We may not use it. No one will find out..."

He speeds up his movements inside you and you squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

"Kook..." you say, not knowing what you want. You're ready for anything just to reach orgasm.

"Yes, my girl," he whispers.

"Come in," you say, without specifying whether with or without a condom.

"I'll do it," he replies, "But you have to cum from my fingers."

Jungkook continues to move his fingers inside you, his movements rhythmic, precise, as if he knows your body better than you do. You feel the tension building in your lower abdomen, your walls tightening around his fingers, responding to his every movement. His thumb gently touches your clitoris, but his main focus is on a spot inside that he seems to have found with incredible precision. You moan, throwing your head back, your fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin.

"Kook..." you whisper again, and your hips move involuntarily toward his hand. You feel your body surrendering, losing control. His fingers move faster, deeper, and you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you with new force. It's unlike any orgasm you've ever had before — it's something deeper, more intense, originating somewhere inside you.

In an instant, your walls squeeze his fingers tightly, and you feel an orgasm wash over you, making your hips tremble. You arch your back on the bed, your moans filling the room, and you can't believe that this happened just from his fingers, with almost no contact with your clitoris. Your body throbs, and you feel your walls continue to squeeze his fingers, as if they don't want to let go.

Jungkook slowly stops moving, giving you time to come to your senses. You open your eyes, still breathing heavily, and see him looking at you with a barely noticeable smile. His fingers are still inside you, and you feel them move gently as your walls slowly relax.

"Oops, unplanned orgasm," he jokes, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of playfulness. "Three times already. Did you like it?"

You can't answer with words, only nodding, feeling your cheeks burn with pleasure. He slowly removes his fingers, and you almost moan at the loss of contact. Jungkook brings them to his lips, licking them slowly, with obvious pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, and the gesture looks so sexy.

"I can't wait for your walls to squeeze my cock like that," he says, and his words make you gasp. His voice is full of anticipation, and you see him take his cock in his hand, bringing it to your entrance, positioning himself between your legs. You notice that he hasn't put on a condom, and alarm flashes through your mind, but the desire is so strong that you can't bring yourself to stop him.

Jungkook slowly brings the head of his cock to your entrance, and you feel him begin to sink in. His size makes you tense up—he's much bigger than Sojung, and the first few inches as he pushes in are accompanied by sharp pain. You squeeze his biceps, which you've wrapped your arms around, your body instinctively resisting, and you let out a quiet moan that sounds more like a complaint.

He stops, his nose gently sliding under your jaw, leaving a light, soothing trail.

"Relax, baby," he murmurs, his voice soft but with a hint of tension. "If you tense up like that, I'll come sooner than I should."

You bite your lip, feeling the pain mix with desire.

"I can't... it hurts," you admit, your voice sounding quiet.

Jungkook doesn't continue to enter you. His cock isn't even halfway inside you. You see him look at your lips, then look into your eyes.

"Let me kiss you," he asks, but you immediately shake your head, remembering the rules.

"No, we can't," you say, even though your heart is screaming otherwise. But you can't cross that line. You already let him fuck you without a condom. He sighs, but doesn't give up.

"Then at least let me kiss your neck. It'll help you relax, trust me."

You hesitate, your thoughts confused. You know that kissing your neck is a line you set for yourself, but his voice, his closeness, makes you weak.

"Okay... just my neck," you finally agree, and your words sound like surrender.

Jungkook doesn't keep you waiting. His lips gently touch your neck, and you feel a wave of warmth spread throughout your body. His tongue slides across your skin, leaving a wet trail, and you moan, unable to hold back. He gently sucks on your neck. You panic, thinking that if there are marks, Sojung will be unhappy.

"Be careful, Kook," you whisper, "If there's even one red mark, I'll strangle you," you threaten, and your words sound half-serious. You feel him smile against your skin.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," he mumbles, continuing to kiss you between your jaw and neck. His kisses become more sensual, and you feel your body relax under his touch. The pain gradually recedes, and you feel him slowly pushing deeper, filling you completely.

You both freeze as he enters you completely. The sensation is so intense that you can't believe how good it can be. His cock fills you so tightly that you feel him too strongly, even his pulsations. Jungkook is breathing heavily, his lips still close to yours, but he is controlling himself without breaking the rule.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he whispers, his voice trembling with tension. He makes a few slow, careful thrusts, giving you time to get used to it. The pain is still there, but it mixes with pleasure, and you feel your body begin to respond to him, moving in time with him.

He starts to move faster, his thrusts becoming deeper but still controlled. You moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Jungkook changes the angle, lifting your hips, and you feel him hit that same sensitive spot inside that his fingers found. His every movement makes you enjoy it, and with that, you feel a new wave of pleasure building.

"So this is what Sojung feels," he whispers, "He's lucky to have been fucking you for so long."

You want to argue, to tell him to stop giving you all these compliments. You can't accept them from him because his words make it seem like Jungkook had always dreamed of fucking you. He never showed you that he wanted you, the most there was between you was playful flirting. But everything he says and does today makes you think that he specifically suggested swinging so he could finally fuck you.

You open your mouth to scold him, but his lips are on your neck again, and you can only moan his name. He feels your walls squeezing him, and it makes him move even more insistently.

"You're so beautiful... fucking damn... so beautiful under me," he whispers.

Jungkook suddenly stops and gently pulls out of you. You look at him in surprise, but he just smiles, his eyes shining with desire.

"Turn over," he says, his voice sounding like a command, but with a hint of tenderness. You obediently roll onto your stomach, and he lifts your hips, bringing you to your knees. You feel his hands grip your buttocks tightly as he enters you again, this time from behind.

This position allows him to penetrate even deeper, and you moan as you feel him fill you to the brim.

His thrusts are still rhythmic, and you feel your body eagerly accepting each of his thrusts. His hands slide down your back, squeezing your buttocks, and you hear him moan your name.

"You're perfect... you were made for this," he says, and his words make you moan.

Your head hits the mattress as he speeds up. You're in absolute ecstasy, which is why your moans are so loud. You press your lips against the sheet to somehow muffle the moans that turn into screams. Jungkook stops again. He slips out, and you fall onto the bed. He gently turns you onto your side and settles down next to you. His cock is inside you, and it's perfect. He squeezes your breasts while fucking you, and you literally don't want this night to end. You feel his lips touching your ear. His rapid breathing tickles your skin.

"Remember who fucked you the best..." he says, his voice vibrating in your chest. He squeezes your chest hard and thrusts deeply and sharply, "It was your best friend,"

You can't think straight, and you're not even going to react now, but you'll definitely scold him later if he reminds you of those words.

Jungkook lays you on your back without pulling out. He presses your legs against his hips, bending them at the knees, and this time he starts fucking you quickly and very deeply. You can't take this stimulation. You bite your lips until they hurt so you don't scream across the room.

"Come on, moan for me," Jungkook orders, and it adds fuel to the fire of your arousal. "I deserve these screams."

And you literally scream. He presses himself as close as he can, his head falling between your neck and shoulder, and you moan into his ear. You feel the orgasm coming. This time it's even more powerful than the previous ones, and you can't hold back the last loudest scream as your body shudders from the strongest orgasm you've ever felt. Your consciousness blurs for a moment, and you feel your walls squeeze his cock so hard that Jungkook lets out a hoarse moan, barely holding back.

He thrusts a few more times and pulls out at the last moment, and you feel his warm cum spill onto your stomach. You're breathing heavily, your throat sore from screaming and dryness. Jungkook lingers on top of you, looking between your bodies, assessing the situation.

Finally, he climbs off you and lies down next to you, his chest heaving from rapid breathing. You lie silently for a few seconds, and you feel your body still trembling from the afterglow of orgasm. Then Jungkook touches your stomach and begins to rub his cum into it.

His fingers slowly slide across your skin, rubbing the warm liquid over your stomach, and you feel goosebumps running down your body from this intimate, almost possessive gesture. You're still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling, your heart pounding so loudly that you're sure he can hear it. Jungkook turns his face toward you, his eyes shining in the dim light, a faint smile playing on his lips that is both irritating and mesmerizing.

"Are you alive?" he asks with a slight sneer, but there is concern in his voice. His fingers stop but remain on your skin, as if he doesn't want to lose this connection.

You snort, trying to collect your thoughts, but your body still feels foreign—relaxed, vulnerable, yet filled with incredible energy.

"Barely," you reply, your voice hoarse, almost inaudible. You turn your head toward him, and your eyes meet. His eyes are so dark, so deep, that you feel yourself sinking into them.

He laughs softly, and the sound makes your heart ache.

"I warned you it would be hard to bear," he says, and his smile widens, smug but not arrogant.

You roll your eyes, but you can't help smiling slightly.

"But I did it," you protest against his words. He raises one eyebrow and smiles slyly.

"Barely," he teases, repeating your words. You click your tongue demonstratively.

"You're unbearable," you mutter, but there is no malice in your words. You turn away from him and feel strange... free, as if this night has lifted some invisible burden from you that you didn't even suspect was there.

Jungkook reaches out with his other hand, his fingers gently touching your hair, brushing a strand away from your face.

"You're beautiful when you're angry," he says, and his voice sounds sincere.

"Stop it," you finally say to him, but your words sound weak, almost like a plea. You don't want him to keep saying things like that, because every word he says makes your heart beat faster and your thoughts get confused. It's just an experiment, you remind yourself. But then why does it feel like everything has changed?

He doesn't answer, just leans closer, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. His lips stop a few millimeters from your skin, and you freeze, afraid to move. You know he won't kiss you — he respects the rules — but this closeness makes your body tense with anticipation.

"I want to... and I will to tell you that’s. I always tell you the truth, whatever it may be."

You hold your breath, then turn your head sharply toward him, shocked by his words. You doubt that he has always told you the truth. Your intuition tells you that he has been hiding something, and it concerns you directly. And tonight has shown you that. You look at his lips, which are once again dangerously close.

"Are you sure you've always told me the truth?" you ask. Jungkook freezes for a moment, then leans back, looking straight into your eyes.

"I'm sure..." he replies firmly, "What kind of question is that?" he asks. You fall silent, suddenly realizing that your guesses may be just that—guesses. You're afraid to say them out loud, so you quickly decide to brush it off.

"Just asked," you say and start to get out of bed, but Jungkook won't let you. He pulls you back, pressing you against the mattress.

"If you want to say something, say it now. There may not be another chance," he says, hinting that you've guessed something. You look at him and hesitate to tell him that you've noticed he wanted sex between you, or if it's just your silly imagination. You decide that it sounds strange and that if you voice your guesses, he will laugh at you.

"I don't want to say anything," you reply. Jungkook is silent, probably thinking about your question and your words, and at that moment you become curious about what is going on in his head. "So... can you let me go so I can take a shower?"

"No," he replies. Jungkook lies closer, his hand sliding to your waist, and he presses against you to keep you from leaving. "After sex, there has to be aftercare, and then you can take a shower,"

"What aftercare?" you ask indignantly, looking at his face.

"Aftercare, which is important after intense sex," he replies as if it's obvious. He leans away from your shoulder, to which he was leaning, and meets your surprised gaze. "What? Don't you and Sojung have aftercare after sex? You fuck, then immediately jump in the shower and go to sleep?" he says ironically. You snort and turn away.

"That's between Sojung and me. Aftercare is part of a relationship, and you and I are not in a relationship," you snort. Jongkook's gaze darkens, and you catch a slight irritation in his eyes. Jungkook didn't answer you, he just pushed you onto your side and wrapped his arms around you. His soft cock pressed against your buttocks, and his face rested on your shoulder.

"Hey, I want to take a shower..." you protested.

"You can go after I'm done with you," he said with a slight note of authority in his voice. You were indignant, but in your mind you couldn't help but admit that you liked what he did and said.

"I thought we were done," you said sarcastically.

"Almost," he mumbled. You allow yourself to relax in his arms. You lie silently, and you feel his steady breathing. Jungkook's fingers lazily draw invisible patterns on your skin. This moment seems too intimate, too close for what was supposed to be just an experiment.

You lie there in each other's arms for who knows how long, and you feel your eyelids getting heavy. You know that tomorrow everything will go back to normal — you'll go back to Sojung, he'll go back to Yujeong, and you'll just be friends again. But will everything be the same as it was before?

You lie on Sojung's chest, your ear pressed against his skin. You hear his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling. His fingers lazily slide down your back, but this gesture, which used to seem so comforting to you, now somehow irritates you.

You just had sex, but you didn't orgasm again, skillfully faking it as always. Disappointment haunts you, and you can't shake the thought that the last time you felt real pleasure was that night with Jungkook. Almost a week has passed, and you still can't forget that night. You started comparing Sojung to Jungkook, and every time your boyfriend lost to your best friend in every way — in attention, in tenderness, in how he made your body tremble with excitement.

"Y/N," Sojung called you. You mumbled, not wanting to look up. "You never told me how your night with Jungkook went," he said, and you didn't notice how you held your breath. Your body tenses involuntarily, and you move away from him, lying down next to him on the bed so he can't hear your heart beating wildly.

You force yourself to breathe evenly, trying to hide your excitement. Memories of that night with Jungkook — his touch, his voice, his words — still make your skin burn, and warmth spreads through your lower abdomen. You can't let Sojung notice how much it bothers you. Pulling yourself together, you force yourself to speak in a casual tone, as if it means nothing.

"It's was ordinary, sex as just sex, nothing special," you reply, shrugging your shoulders, your voice sounding deliberately indifferent. You quickly change the subject to distract attention from you. "How was it with Yujeong?"

Sojung doesn't rush to answer. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a slight smile appear on his lips, and for some reason it gives you a strange feeling. He turns back to you, his eyes shining as he finally says,

"She's good. Sexy. Jungkook is lucky to have her. She gave me the perfect blowjob. Now I understand why he's dating her. She looks dumb, but she's experienced in bed. It seems your friend doesn't care about the intellectual side of women."

His words hang in the air, and you react more to the irony directed at Jungkook than to what he says about how much he enjoyed Yujeong's blowjob.

You should have felt at least a slight pang of jealousy, but... nothing. You surprise yourself — his words don't affect you. You thought you should feel at least some offense or irritation, but instead you just remember how Jungkook praised your blowjob, how his eyes darkened with excitement, how he moaned your name. You knew he wasn't lying — his reaction was too sincere, too real to be fake.

To hide your true feelings, you force yourself to feign jealousy.

"What, is she really that good? Better than me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow and adding a note of playful offense to your voice.

Sojung laughs, his laughter light and carefree. He leans toward you, his lips touching yours in a quick kiss.

"You know your blowjobs have always been terrible," he says, smiling as if it's obvious. "But in everything else, you're better than her, no doubt about it."

His words should be a compliment, but for some reason they cut like a knife. You feel an unpleasant sensation rising in your chest, and his embrace as he pulls you close no longer feels as warm and comforting as it used to. You remember how Jungkook called you incredible, how he made you feel desired, and it only deepens your disappointment. Why doesn't Sojung see in you what Jungkook saw?

Sojung pulls you closer to him, and you force yourself to relax in his embrace, even though everything inside you is tightening up.

"Jungkook didn't kiss you, did he?" he suddenly breaks the silence. You freeze for a moment, but quickly pull yourself together.

"No, of course not," you reply firmly. "It was forbidden." But you didn't mention how Jungkook's lips touched your neck, how his kisses left burning marks on your skin, and how you neglected to use a condom. These secrets weigh heavily on your conscience, but you can't confess.

You lift your head to look at him, and suddenly your gaze falls on his neck. There, at the back, where the skin almost merges with the nape of the neck, you notice a faint hickey that has already begun to fade. You blink, not believing your eyes—how could you not have noticed this before? Your heart sinks, and you frown involuntarily.

"What's that?" you ask, looking at his neck. Your voice sounds calm, but inside you feel suspicion boiling up. Sojung doesn't even turn around to check what you're talking about.

"I pressed my pen there when I was having an important meeting with investors," he brushes it off, and his answer sounds too quick, too rehearsed. You feel your insides clench—he didn't even ask what you meant, as if he knew immediately what you were talking about. His words sound like a rehearsed excuse, and that only reinforces your doubts.

You decide to press him.

"Are you sure you pressed it? Maybe Yujeong left it?" you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral, even though the tension is building in your chest. He turns to you, his face calm, but you notice his eyes avoid yours for a moment.

"Of course not, what Yujeong? I didn't break the rule because..." he replies confidently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "I only want to and can kiss you." His lips touch yours, and you respond to the kiss, but something inside you screams that he's lying. You can feel it in his touch, in the way he rushes to reassure you.

You force yourself to pull away, smiling as if his words have calmed you.

"Okay," you say quietly, though your thoughts are buzzing like an angry beehive. You get out of bed, feeling the need to walk away, to collect your thoughts. You throw on a light robe, tying it at the waist, and notice Sojung reaching for his phone. His fingers quickly scroll through the screen, and you can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.

You go to the bathroom to take a shower, and when the water touches your skin, you feel the tension in your chest ease a little. The image of Jungkook pops into your head—his smile, his dark eyes, his voice whispering how beautiful you are. The water runs down your face. You wash your face and then close your eyes, trying to push these thoughts away, but they keep coming back.

When you return to the bedroom, Sojung is sitting on the bed, holding his phone in his hand.

"I'm being sent on a business trip to Jeju," he says, without looking up from the screen. "For a week."

Your heart sinks with disappointment.

"For a week? Wow, you've never been sent away for so long," you say, trying to hide your disappointment. "Can I go with you?"

He shakes his head, finally looking up at you. He gets up and walks over to you. His hands wrap around your waist.

"I’m think it doesn’t have point. There won't even be time for the beach. It's an important test, I'll be busy all day. It's better if I take a vacation later and we go there together and have a good time. Okay, honey?"

His words sound reasonable, but you can't shake the feeling that you'll be lonely. You nod, forcing yourself to smile.

"Okay, it's a deal," you say, but your mind is spinning with thoughts of his lies, the hickey on his neck, how he avoided your gaze, and how he won't be around for a week.

Sojun goes to take a shower, and when he comes back, you're already lying in bed, pretending to be tired. Your head is full of doubts, and you can't shake the feeling that the night with Jungkook has changed not only your relationship with Sojun, but also you yourself. You close your eyes, but instead of sleep, memories of his touch and his words come back to you, and you realize that it will be impossible to forget.

The next day, you wake up before Sojung. He is still asleep, his face relaxed, but you can't look at him without remembering that barely noticeable hickey. You get up quietly, trying not to wake him, and go to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. While the coffee maker is making you a cappuccino, you take out your phone and notice a message from Jungkook. Your heart skips a beat when you see his name on the screen. You haven't talked to him since that night, being busy with your usual life.

📲 Yesterday. 10:17 p.m. | Kook 💋: "How are you? Is everything okay?"

He writes, and his words seem so simple, so friendly, but you feel your cheeks burning. You hesitate, not knowing what to say. But your fingers type a short message on their own:

📱Today. 9:37 a.m. | You: "Everything's fine. How about you?"

You press "send" and are surprised when his reply comes almost instantly.

📲 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "Everything's fine,"

You can't help but smile. But after comes another message from him.

📱 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "But I miss your screams 😏"

Your heart is pounding again, and you feel something dangerous awakening inside you, something that could destroy everything you have with Sojung.

📱Today. 9:37 a.m. | You: "You can come over, and hear my screams at you 😆😌"

You write to support his joke, which you liked.

📲 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "No need to screams at me. I need your other screams,"

He writes, and you freeze. You notice your fingers trembling and feel aroused by his message. You remember how he made you scream, and a wave of heat runs down your spine. You ignore the coffee machine that has already made you a cup of cappuccino, and with trembling fingers, you type a message to Jungkook.

📱Today. 9:38 a.m. | You: "Silly"

You type and send.

You are with Sojung, Jungkook, and Yujeong again. Sojung suggested renting a barbecue cottage to relax before an exhausting business trip to Jeju. You were nervous when you first met Jungkook after that night, but he seemed to be acting as usual. He was the Jungkook you had known since childhood.

You sat on the terrace of the cozy cottage. The air was warm, filled with the smell of grilled meat and the lightness of a summer evening.

Jungkook stood by the grill, skillfully turning the juicy pieces of meat, his movements confident and effortless. You tried to look calm, but your eyes kept returning to him. His broad shoulders, the tattoos peeking out from under the short sleeves of his T-shirt, and those long fingers that wielded the knife so skillfully made your thoughts wander down a lewd path. You remembered how those same fingers had touched you, how they had found the most sensitive spot on your body, bringing you to orgasm, and those memories made you feel hot. You scolded yourself in your mind:

"This is Jungkook, your friend. You can't look at him like that. You can't think of him that way."

But every time he laughed or glanced in your direction, your heart skipped a beat.

When the meat was cooked, the four of you sat down at the table.

Sojung sat next to you, his hand resting on your waist, and you tried to focus on his warmth, on his words, but all you felt was the tension building inside you. Yujeong sat across from you, laughing at another one of Jungkook's jokes, and when he put his arm around her shoulders or kissed her lightly on the temple, you felt something hot and sharp flare up in your chest. Jealousy. You had no right to feel it, but you did, and you hated yourself for it.

To drown out these feelings, you reached for the bottle of soju and filled your glass. You drank quickly, too quickly, and only Jungkook seemed to notice. His eyes lingered on you a little longer, and there was a hint of concern in them, but you didn't notice because you were trying to ignore him.

The evening grew darker, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the warm light of the lanterns on the terrace created a cozy atmosphere. You felt relaxed from the alcohol, but at the same time, your consciousness was on edge — not a single action or word from Jungkook escaped your attention, even though you tried hard to ignore him. You tried not to pay attention to him, focusing on the conversation, but it was useless.

The conversations at the table were varied: about food, business, leisure, alcohol, and also sex. Sojung started talking about that night — the night of the swingers party. His voice was light, almost playful.

"You know, it was an interesting experience, right? Something new, something that made us all look at ourselves differently," he said, sipping soju. You felt your face burning from the alcohol, or maybe something else? You stubbornly avoided Jungkook's gaze, which you were sure was directed right at you. His eyes seemed to pierce your skin, and you could feel them even without looking.

Jungkook joined the conversation, his voice calm but with a hint of mischief.

"Yes, it was definitely... unforgettable," he said, and you feel how his tone that made your insides clench. You gripped your glass tighter, trying to hide your excitement.

You all had another glass of soju, and the atmosphere became even more relaxed. Suddenly, Sojung smiled and suggested,

"How about we do it again? What do you think?"

You froze. Have sex with Jungkook again? It was like a dream that had suddenly become reality. You knew that Sojung probably wanted to experience that "perfect blowjob" from Yujeong again, but you didn't care. All you could think about was Jungkook, and the opportunity to have another incredible sex with him. Because your attraction to him was bordering on insanity. You wanted him, and that thought was so strong that it overshadowed everything else.

You finished your soju, laughing and talking, but the tension between you and Jungkook was palpable. When you finally went to your bedrooms, you went to Jungkook's room, which was supposed to be his and Yujeong's, but now would be yours. Your heart was pounding as you crossed the threshold, and the door closed quietly behind you.

Jungkook turned to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and his lips stretched into a wide smile.

"I didn't think I'd get another chance to fuck your tight pussy," he said, his voice full of playful anticipation. You felt your walls tighten in anticipation. The alcohol and desire made you bolder than usual. So you stepped away from Jungkook and slipped off your light summer dress, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook's eyes darkened as his gaze slid over your body.

You approached him, your movements confident, almost aggressive, and began to quickly undress him, pulling his T-shirt over his head. He laughed, surprised by your persistence.

"Did you miss me that much?" he joked. Your hands moved down to his pants. You unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his buttocks along with his boxer shorts. "Even I am more patient than you," he said, watching your impatient movements.

You ignored his jokes and grabbed his cock, feeling its hardness under your fingers, and began to slowly move your hand. Jungkook held his breath, his hands tightly gripping your waist. You moved closer, so close that your lips almost touched his, and whispered,

"Fuck me as good as last time... No, do it better."

He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense, almost burning.

"Don't worry, I'll do it," he said, his voice low and full of promise. His fingers slipped under your underwear, caressing your clitoris, then penetrated your passage. You moaned, but quickly stopped him.

"I don't need caresses. I need your cock. Now," you said, and your directness made him laugh.

"You really are impatient for my cock," he said, his eyes shining with surprise and pleasure. "I like that."

You pushed him onto the bed, quickly pulling off your thong, and climbed onto his lap. Slowly lowering yourself onto his cock, you felt the familiar pain, but this time it was mixed with impatience and desire. You squeezed his shoulders, hissing in discomfort, but at the same time whispering,

"God, it feels so good to have you inside me."

Jungkook groaned as you wrapped yourself tightly around him, and his hands squeezed your buttocks firmly. You began to move, and he stimulated your clitoris with his thumb, making your body tremble.

"Did you really want me that much all this time?" he asked with a satisfied smile, but his voice was low with arousal. You nodded without holding back.

"I couldn't stop thinking about that night, about what you did to me," you confessed, the alcohol making your words bolder. If you had been sober, you would never have admitted to him what you thought about him.

He smiled, his eyes flashing.

"I've been thinking about you too. All the time," he said, and his words made you feel those damn butterflies in your stomach again. You smiled too and looked him straight in the eyes.

"You wanted to hear my screams, right? If you want them again, try harder," you joked, remembering his words about screams that he wrote to you in a text message.

Jungkook laughed low and deep. He licked his lips, lingering on his piercing.

"I forgot how bold you could be when you're drunk," he leaned toward your lips and said, "and I'm going a little crazy over you..."

You felt absolute satisfaction from his words. You were also crazy about Jungkook, and the more you thought about him, the more your impatience grew.

"I'll make you scream, I promise," Jungkook promised. You were both drunk, and you felt that this sex could be even better than it was before because you weren't as tense as the first time.

You continue to move on his cock, but Jungkook has to stop you because he wants to taste your breasts. He quickly took off your bra and threw it on the floor. His lips found your breasts, kissing them so hard that you felt a slight pain, but it only added fuel to the fire. His hands squeezed your breasts, leaving marks, and he thrust his hips toward your movements, making you both moan with pleasure.

Suddenly, Jungkook suggested changing positions.

"Let's do it standing up," he said, and you obediently slid off him, bracing your hands on the bed. He entered you from behind, his thrusts were strong and deep, and you couldn't hold back your cries as you felt his cock fill you to the brim. Each of his movements made your body sink into sweet oblivion, but he stopped again, not bringing you to orgasm. He turned you toward him, pulling you so close that his hot breath mingled with yours.

"I want to see your face when you come," he said, his voice full of desire. You smiled, feeling your heart beat in unison with his.

"I don't mind looking into your eyes when I come on your cock," you replied, and your boldness made his eyes flash.

Jungkook couldn't hold back and kissed you. His lips were hot, insistent, and you felt fireworks explode in your head. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours in a sensual, deep dance, and you responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was desired, long-awaited, and it made your consciousness dissolve in pleasure. His lips tasted of soju and something uniquely him, and you couldn't get enough of the sensation. His hard cock pressed against your pussy, and you wanted him to fill you again as soon as possible.

He abruptly broke the kiss, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said, expecting you to scold him for breaking the rules. But you just looked at him, your eyes shining with excitement, and pulled him back to you.

"Kiss me again" you whispered, your lips trembling with desire. "I want you to kiss me. We won't tell anyone."

Jungkook froze, his gaze darkening, and you could see in his eyes how much you turned him on.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice trembling with tension. He laid you down on the bed, his movements quick but gentle, and entered you again. His lips found yours, and this time the kiss was hungry, even more greedy than before. He kissed you as if he wanted to take your breath away, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you responded with equal passion, intertwining your tongue with his.

He fucked you almost all night long. The kisses were endless, his lips alternating between your lips and neck, leaving barely visible marks on your skin. Each of his thrusts was strong but controlled, and you felt your body respond to him as if you were made for each other.

There was more than one orgasm that night — you lost count of how many times your body trembled with pleasure, and Jungkook seemed to enjoy you as much as you enjoyed him. You finished having sex, and after a short break, you made love again. Each orgasm was intense, all-consuming, making your body tremble in his arms. You screamed his name, and he moaned in response, his movements quickening as he approached his own climax.

You actually lost your voice because Jungkook was greedy for your moans and did everything to give you maximum pleasure.

Sojung went on a business trip, and you continued to go about your usual business. You were at home, and when you came out of the bathroom, your phone vibrated on the nightstand. You lay down in bed, covering yourself halfway with the blanket. Jungkook's name appeared on the screen, and you felt your heart beating wildly.

The last time you had sex was crazy. You were drunk and let him cross a line that shouldn't have been crossed. You didn't realize then that it would actually drive Jungkook crazy. After that night, he wasn't himself. At first, he ignored you for a few days, and then late at night, on the last day before Sojun's departure, he sent you a text message.

📲 11:45 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I can't stop thinking about you."

You remember how you almost fainted when you read his message. You went into the kitchen so that Sojung wouldn't suddenly look at your phone. You started shaking, and with trembling fingers you typed a reply.

📱11:46 p.m. | You: "Kook, stop. Don't text me like that."

His reply came instantly, and his words made you feel both quietly horrified and thrilled at the same time.

📲 11:46 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Damn, I can't. I really can't. You're constantly on my mind. I want you."

You caught yourself thinking that he might be drunk and asked to make sure.

📱11:46 p.m. | You: "Are you drunk or something? Why are you saying that?"

He replied a second later:

📲 11:46 p.m. | Kook 💋: "No."

📲 11:47 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm sober."

📲 11:47 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm sitting in my car outside your house."

Your heart skipped a beat. Why did he come? Has he completely lost his mind? You felt panic and anger at the same time. Your fingers trembled, but they tapped furiously on the screen.

📱11:47 p.m. | You: "Are you out of your mind? Why did you come to my house?"

📲 11:48 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Come out to me"

You clutched your phone in your hands and felt panic mixed with a strange, forbidden excitement. You knew you had to end this conversation as quickly as possible, because every step you took in this conversation only made the situation worse, but his words — "I want you" — burned in your mind as if engraved with fire. You scolded yourself for letting it go this far, for allowing all the boundaries that shouldn't have been crossed to be crossed.

📱 11:49 p.m. | You: "Jungkook, I'm not coming out. Sojung is doesn’t sleep. You can't just come over in the middle of the night. Go home."

You sent the message, trying to convince him, but your fingers were shaking, and thoughts were spinning in your head about him standing below, under your house, so close and yet so unreachable. You waited for his reply, and when your phone vibrated, your chest tightened.

📲 11:49 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Lie to him. Come out. We need to talk about what's going on between us."

You bit your lip, feeling your thoughts jumble together. Talk? What does he want to say? And what the hell is going on between you? You knew it was dangerous, that every glance, every word drew you deeper into this forbidden abyss, but you couldn't ignore how strongly he attracted you.

📱 11:50 p.m. | You: "Nothing is happening between us, Jungkook. We're friends. That sex was just part of the exchange, that's all. I have Sojung, I love him. You have Yujeong. We can't cross that line again."

You sent the message, trying to convince not only him but also yourself. But deep down, you knew your words were just a weak attempt to hide the truth. You couldn't stop thinking about him, about how his hands slid across your skin, how his lips left burning marks on your neck. How his kisses were like a drug. You scolded yourself for it, but thoughts of Jungkook filled your mind, and you couldn't get rid of them.

📲 11:51 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Friends? Are you serious? You made me feel obsessed with you, and now you say you love Sojung? Don't lie. I know you feel the same way I do."

His words hit you like a slap in the face. You felt your face flush, and your fingers froze over the screen. He was right — you weren't being honest. But what could you do? Ruin everything you had with Sojung? Ruin your friendship with Jungkook? You knew you couldn't let that happen, but his persistence made your heart tremble.

📱 11:53 p.m. | You: "Jungkook, please. Don't do this. Don't ruin everything. We can't be anything but friends. We have partners, and I don't want to lose you as a friend. That sex was an experiment, and we have to leave it in the past. Calm down, please."

You sent the message and felt your eyes sting with tears. You didn't want him to disappear from your life, but you knew you couldn't allow yourself to give in to this feeling. Jungkook didn't reply, and you felt your heart tighten with guilt and fear. You had made a mistake by letting the situation go this far, and now you were afraid you would lose him forever.

He didn't text or call for the next few days, and you tried to get back to your normal life, but thoughts of him wouldn't leave you. You replayed your conversations, his words, his voice in your head, and each time you scolded yourself for not being able to get him out of your mind.

You return to reality when your phone vibrates again. You freeze when you open his message.

📲 10:17 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Are you home?"

You don’t know what to write him. You want to ignore him so you don't have to see him, but you want to see him and there's nothing you can do about it. You look at the screen, and suddenly three animated dots appear and another message arrives.

📲 10:18 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm at your door. Open up"

Your heart is racing, and you feel panic mixed with excitement. You ignore his messages, hoping he'll go away, but he rings the doorbell, and then you hear a knock. Your mind screams that you shouldn't open the door, but your legs carry you there anyway.

You open it and see Jungkook. A black T-shirt hugged his chest, a black bomber jacket fell off his shoulders, and dark jeans accentuated his slender legs. He looked damn hot, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had always been so attractive or if you had only just begun to notice it so keenly. His lips stretched into a slight smile, and you caught a faint smell of alcohol as he approached.

"Finally caught you," he says. Before you could answer, he stepped forward, and you instinctively grabbed his sleeve, pulling him into the apartment so the neighbors wouldn't see that he had come to you drunk. But as soon as the door closed, Jungkook pinned you against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "I missed you," he whispered, his dark eyes looking straight into yours, making you tremble inside.

You tried to break free, but his grip was strong, even though he was a little drunk.

"Kook, why are you here?" you asked sharply, trying to sound stern. "Are you drunk!? You'd better go home, Yujong is probably waiting for you, and you came here!" You deliberately mentioned Yujeong to appeal to his conscience. But it seemed to be in vain.

He leaned closer, his lips so close to yours that you could feel the heat of his breath and the faint smell of alcohol.

"To hell with Yujeong," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're all I want. You and only you."

His words made your body tremble, and you felt your will weakening. You tried to resist, but Jungkook was so close, his scent, his warmth driving you crazy.

"Jungkook, shut up," you whispered, but your voice was weak. "We can't. You're destroying everything we have."

He didn't listen. His lips touched your neck, leaving hot kisses, and he whispered:

"I can't stop thinking about you... Honestly I’m try… but I can’t… I've been dreaming about this moment. You made me feel obsessed, and I don't want to be just your friend."

You felt your resolve melt with every word he said, with every touch. You knew it was wrong, but your body betrayed you. You pushed him in the chest, trying to regain some space, but he only pressed you harder against the wall.

"Kook, please..." you began, but he interrupted you, his lips covering yours, his hands sliding under your thin robe.

"I can't stop," he murmured, his voice full of despair. "But if you don't want me... I'll leave, just tell me the truth."

His hands found your buttocks and began to caress them with undisguised desire. You looked at his lips, breathing heavily, just like him, and couldn't bring yourself to tell him to go. You wanted him. You couldn't let him go and without even feeling all his warmth. You're a fool. It's all up to you, and you're letting it happen again.

You kiss him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You kiss, filled with unbearable desire for each other, and you can't stop thinking about how well he kisses you, how you like his strong body pressed against you, how exciting it is when he squeezes your buttocks.

Jungkook picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You don't stop kissing, you can't tear yourselves away from each other. He laid you on the bed and started to undress, while you looked at him with lust. He undressed in a matter of minutes, took off your robe and panties. He positioned himself between your legs, pressed his cock against your entrance and pushed. You felt pain again because this time he couldn't enter you gently. He was in a hurry to enter you because it was necessary. For him, for you, for both of you.

Jungkook kissed you as soon as he saw the pain on your face. His kiss was greedy, almost desperate, and you responded with equal passion, forgetting everything else.

He finally entered you completely, and you moaned, feeling his cock fill you, causing you to feel the pain mixed with pleasure that you remembered so well. He began to move, interrupting the kiss. His movements were strong but gentle, and each thrust echoed with incredible pleasure. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and you couldn't hold back the moans that escaped your lips.

Jungkook fucked you on the bed where you slept with Sojung. The bed where you had sex with your boyfriend, and you didn't even think about the fact that now you were cheating on him with your best friend.

With Jungkook, everything was different. Sojun never evoked such feelings, such emotions in you. Sex with him was mechanical, routine, but with Jungkook, every touch was like an electric shock, every movement of his made your consciousness dissolve in pleasure. You felt desired, adored, and that was something you hadn't gotten from Sojun in a long time.

Jungkook kissed your lips, your neck, your breasts, his hands explored every inch of your body, and you responded to him with equal passion.

"I want you to be mine," he whispered between kisses, and those words made your heart ache. You knew you might regret giving him hope for more, but at that moment, you didn't care. You would think about it later.

An orgasm washed over you, just as strong and all-consuming, and you cried out as you felt your walls tighten around him. Jungkook groaned, his movements quickening, and soon he reached his peak, his warm semen spilling onto your stomach. He lay on top of you. His semen spilled between your bodies, and his hand lazily slid across your face, and he smiled.

"I need you."

You looked at him, trying to calm your breathing, then closed your eyes, feeling guilt and desire fighting inside you. You knew you had betrayed Sojun, but with Jungkook, you felt like yourself, and that was something you couldn't ignore. You leaned against him without answering, allowing yourself a few more minutes of this closeness before reality reminded you of the consequences.

You thought you would suffer because of your betrayal. You thought you wouldn't be able to look your boyfriend in the eye without feeling guilty. But when Sojung returned from his business trip, you greeted him with a smile, easily lying about how your week had gone. You talked about work, about your friends, about boring evenings at home, and not once did your voice tremble.

You expected the guilt to eat away at you from the inside, but it didn't. Instead, you felt your thoughts returning to Jungkook every time — to his touch, his voice, his eyes that looked at you as if you were all he needed.

You accidentally ran into Jungkook at your favorite coffee shop when you went out for lunch during work. You felt a little awkward, but he made it clear with his whole demeanor that he wanted you always. That appraising look, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you. He asked you directly how you felt after that sex, and you answered honestly that you didn't regret it. That was all he needed. He leaned toward you and asked if you were free tonight, if he could pick you up from work and you could go somewhere together, and you saw hope in his eyes. You felt that you wanted it too. This invitation was nothing more than an invitation to have sex. You agreed and said you would wait for him after work that evening. His smile was full of satisfaction, and you could see that he was as excited as you were.

In the end, you started sleeping with Jungkook, consciously cheating on your boyfriend, who had become to you like just neighbor.

At first, you and Jungkook had sex once or twice a week — you met at a hotel where he rented a room, or in his car parked in your company's parking lot or even near your house. But with each passing day, you became bolder and more obsessed with each other.

You had sex at his work when everyone else had left, at his home when Yujeong was away, and even at your apartment when Sojung was very busy at the office. Every time with Jungkook was like an explosion — passionate, intense, full of emotions you never felt with Sojung. You couldn't get enough of him, and he seemed to feel the same way.

Your relationship with Sojung began to deteriorate rapidly. You constantly compared him to Jungkook — his touch felt cold, his words empty, his presence indifferent. You got annoyed by little things you hadn't noticed before: how he scrolled through his phone during dinner, how he avoided your gaze, how his hugs no longer made you feel warm. You knew it was unfair, but you couldn't stop yourself from seeing him as a shadow of what you felt with Jungkook.

One evening, the tension between you and Sojun reached its peak. Your argument started over something minor and ended in a huge scandal where you and he told each other everything that had been building up over the last few months. You told him that he was not the Sojung you knew at the beginning of your relationship, that he had blew you off and was not doing anything for your relationship. He interrupted you and said that he had noticed how you had become cold and had stopped adoring him as you used to.

You pointed out that it was his fault because even during sex, he only thinks about his own pleasure, while you tried your best to please him, but it seems that he just got used to you doing everything yourself and didn't even think that he needed to take care of you too. You decided that you no longer wanted this relationship and that it was meaningless. So you confessed to Sojung that you had been cheating on him with Jungkook.

The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw his face change — first shock, then anger, and then something like resignation. He leaned back in his chair and snorted, as if he wasn't surprised.

"You know, I figured it out," he said coldly, getting up and approaching you. You looked at him and realized that you felt nothing for this man: no love, no anger, no guilt. "But if you think I sat idly by, you're wrong. I slept with Yujeong too. And you know what? She's better at it than you are."

His words should have hurt, but you only felt relief. You suspected he was cheating on you — the hickey on his neck, his aloofness, his frequent "late nights at work." But instead of feeling hurt or jealous, you felt indifferent.

"Then we have nothing more to talk about," you said, your voice calm, almost cold. "We're done."

Sojung nodded as if it were inevitable and left. A few days later, he packed his things, and that was the end of your two-year relationship. You didn't cry or feel sad — you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Jungkook found out about your breakup almost immediately—you wrote to him, and he came to see you that same evening. When you told him everything, his face lit up with a smile that he didn't even try to hide.

"You're mine now," he said, hugging you so tightly that you felt your heart squeeze with warmth. You told him that Yujong had slept with Sojung, and he just shrugged. "I knew about it a long time ago," he confessed. "That's why I broke up with her almost immediately after we started our relationship."

You were surprised and indignant.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you asked, frowning. He smiled, his fingers gently touching your chin.

"Because it didn't matter. The only thing that matters is what we have between us."

His words made your heart flutter, and you realized he was right. A few weeks later, you and Jungkook started dating officially. You spent every free moment together, and every day with him felt like bliss.

One evening, he came over after work, and you sat in the living room, hugging each other and watching a movie. Jungkook ate snacks, crunching above your head. The movie wasn't interesting, but Jungkook had chosen it, so you just watched it without much interest, glancing at your phone from time to time. You enjoyed the company of your boyfriend, who had been just a friend not so long ago, even more.

"By the way," you heard his voice distracting you from the scene on the screen, "I'm going to Busan for the weekend to visit my parents," he said between mouthfuls. "Will you come with me? You'll get to see your parents, and my mom and dad will be happy to see you."

You moved away from him and looked at him. You agreed but added:

"Just don't tell anyone we're together yet. I haven't told my parents about my breakup with Sojung yet."

He frowned, clearly dissatisfied.

"You haven't told them yet? Why?"

You sighed, feeling a slight pang of guilt, then moved closer to him, hugging him and resting your cheek on his shoulder.

"I'll tell them... It's just... it all happened so fast. Three weeks ago, he and I were talking to my parents, and everything was fine. They invited us to visit, and he promised we would come..." you explained. Jungkook looked at you disappointedly, and you noticed that his jaw was tense.

"Two weeks have passed, couldn't you tell them in two weeks that you broke up?" he asked discontentedly, but his voice sounded emotionless. You moved closer to his face so that he would melt from your closeness.

"I haven't really talk with my parents this whole time, but even they calling it was too fast and only about me, or about them... I promise you that this weekend, I'll tell them everything, and then we'll tell our parents about us, okay? I'm just worried that it won't look like it all happened in one day."

Jungkook looked at you for a few seconds and then reluctantly nodded, but his eyes still betrayed his dissatisfaction. You decided to defuse the situation by leaning in and kissing him. His lips were soft, tasting of salty snacks, and you felt him relax under your touch.

You realized he was no longer angry with you and pulled away from him to grab your phone. Opening Instagram, you saw the first post — Yujeong kissing Sojung on the lips, with the caption: "I'm happy to have you." You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Jungkook looked at you in surprise.

"What's up?"

You sat down next to him again and showed him the photo, and he took another snack and looked at it closely. After reading the caption, he snorted sarcastically.

"Is this a joke?" he asked, chewing.

You took your phone back, looking at the post again.

"She definitely posted this for me to see," you said, laughing. "It's so ridiculous."

Jungkook wiped his hands on his pants and threw the bag of snacks on the table, pulling you toward him, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

"Does it care you really?" he asked, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness. "Because I don’t care about it so much that it's embarrassing."

You threw your phone on the couch, still laughing, and snuggled up to him.

"It's funny. They're probably together to get back at us or something."

Jungkook turned your face toward him, his lips so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. He kissed you, and you tasted the snacks on his tongue again. He pulled away, smiling.

"Just unfollow Yujeong on Instagram and forget about them," he said, his voice low and soft. "They're not worth your time." He kissed you again, deeper this time, and you felt desire spread through your body. "Are you interested in this movie?" he asked, his lips sliding to your ear.

"It's total crap," you replied, smiling and enjoying his kisses on your neck.

"Then let's do something more interesting," he murmured, his hands sliding under your T-shirt as he pushed you down onto the sofa. You had sex right there on the couch, and his every move was full of passion and care.

Jungkook easily made you happy, not only by giving you incredible orgasms, but also by showing you what care, attention, and need for a partner meant. That evening, when he suggested swinging, you would never have thought it would end like this. You and your best friend, who became everything to you. You feel that you are developing the same true feeling for him that is called love. Although, in essence, you already loved him because you always felt a connection with him.

"Yes," you said, feeling a lump in your throat. You waited. You waited for him to say something harsh, something like, "Get rid of it" or "That's not my problem." But Jungkook exhaled, ran his hand through his hair, and turned away, as if he needed space to collect his thoughts.

"Damn..." he muttered, his shoulders tensing and his head dropping. "This complicates things..."

Your heart skipped a beat. That word — "complicates" — cut like a knife.

"But how?" he asked, turning over his shoulder. "You were taking birth control..."

"I stopped taking it..." you confessed. "I haven't taken it since you disappeared, because I haven't slept with anyone. But then at the club..." You paused for a moment, exhaled, and continued, "When we met at the club, we had sex twice that night... I wanted to take emergency contraception in the morning, but I found out who you were... and I... and my condition was... I just forgot."

He listened to you silently, his gaze occasionally drifting to the side, as if he were digesting what he had heard, putting it all together in his own head. The ultrasound image remained in his hands — slightly crumpled, but not let go.

"So... it happened then," he said quietly, as if not asking, but simply confirming. You nodded. Jungkook closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and straightened up. He put the photo on the bedside table and sat down next to you. You couldn't look at him. Inside, fear, anger, and a tiny spark of relief mixed together — he knows. Jungkook was silent, and you couldn't quite figure out his true reaction to the news.

"I'm not having an abortion," you said suddenly, your voice firm. You had to show him your position right away. Jungkook turned his head sharply toward you, but you didn't look up, just stared at your palms.

"What abortion?" he asked with undisguised displeasure in his voice. "It's my child, and I won't let you do that,"

You finally looked at him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you could barely hold them back.

"Then why does my pregnancy complicate things for you?" Your voice trembled as you noticed the bruises on his cheekbones — traces of a recent fight. You knew the answer, but you were afraid to hear it.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but closed it abruptly. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, then stood up. You froze, staring at the spot where he had been sitting.

"Because what kind of father am I?" Jungkook said rhetorically. "I... damn it, baby, think about it. I'm a mercenary. I live in a world where every day could be my last. I risk my life because it's my job..."

"I know..." you said quietly. Jungkook turned to you. You looked up and said firmly, feeling a hot tear roll down your cheek. "But you said you'd do anything to be together... Were those just words to get me back into bed?"

His eyebrows knitted together. He moved closer, leaning down, resting his hands on the mattress on either side of you, forcing you to lean back.

"I said it because I meant it," his voice was low, tense, as if he was holding himself back from losing his temper. "And, shit, I still mean it." You wanted to look away, but his eyes held you in place. "I just..." He closed his eyes for a second, clenching his jaw. "I want us to be together, but your pregnancy complicates things now."

"What complicates things, Jungkook?" you asked desperately, feeling your recent fear give way to irritation and even anger because you didn't understand what he was talking about. Jungkook was silent, and your patience was running out. "Wait... how did you plan our relationship to continue then? Did you just want to come over in the morning and fuck me whenever you felt like it? If you wanted us to be together, then you knew what you were getting me into..."

"I didn't plan on hiding for the rest of my life," Jungkook interrupted you just as sharply, which made you a little embarrassed, "But now is not the time..." He fell silent, and you grimaced at his words as if you had been hit. "I mean... right now it's... it's dangerous. If he find out I have someone... fuck, especially if they find out you're pregnant..."

"Who are he?" you asked. Jungkook didn't want to answer. He leaned away, but you grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn back. "Tell me who he are. And why are you beaten up?"

"I can't..." Jungkook began resignedly.

"Then why the hell did you come back to me? Why did you say all those words to me if you don't trust me?" you got angry.

Jungkook froze, his hand still in yours, but he didn't answer right away. His gaze, heavy and irritated, slid over your face, as if he were searching for an answer he could give without destroying everything even more. The bruises on his cheekbones looked like a reminder of who he was, and it made your heart ache even more.

"I came because I couldn't help myself," he finally said, his voice broken. He pulled away from your hand and took a step back. "Do you think I didn't try to stay away? I tried, baby. After you said you loved me... I left because I knew I couldn't give you a normal life. But I'm coming back because you're in my head. Every damn day. I can't get you out of my heart." He walked over to the window, clutching his head. "And now... now you're pregnant. And that doesn't just complicate things — it makes everything impossible."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What means impossible?" you asked, "Are you want to saying I have to deal with this on my own?" Jungkook lowered his head as if it were heavy and shook it. It was clear that he wanted to say a lot, but couldn't. But you wouldn't be able to understand him if he continued to remain silent. You got up from the bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket. You slowly approached him, and he glanced at you sideways.

"Tell me right now what to do with all this shit between us... Either you stay and we raise this child together..." Your voice trembled with anger that you couldn't contain. Jungkook had put you in this position too many times when you chose him over yourself, but now it was his turn to choose. "Or you get the hell out and I'll raise this child myself, without you and all your problems."

He stood motionless, like a stone, but in his eyes flashed a mixture of irritation and... pain. He ran his tongue over his lip, lingering on his piercing, and took a deep breath.

"Do you really think I can leave?" His voice was tense. "That I can sleep knowing that you're carrying my child and you're alone?"

He took a step toward you, and you felt the space between you shrink to a few inches. He touched your face with his palm, wiping away your tears with his thumb. The tears just ran down your face, and you couldn't hold them back.

"I don't know what you'll do..." You said honestly. "The choice is yours. Let's finally decide what to do with us,"

Jungkook was silent. He just stared at your face, and you knew for sure that a war was going on in his head. But you were also tired of suffering from his disappearances and then falling into his arms and getting a momentary sweet torment.

"I'm not leaving," he said firmly, but there was no joy in his voice, only cold determination. "But you have to understand that I can't be what you want me to be. My enemies aren't just guys from the street. These are people who won't stop if they find out I have a weak spot."

His other hand rested on your jaw, and he leaned in, closing the distance between your faces. Jungkook kissed you, and you squeezed his hands, tasting your favorite lips mixed with bitter tears on your lips.

He didn't kiss you greedily or insatiably as usual. It was a gentle, tender kiss that showed all his feelings for you.

Jungkook pulled away, his hands slowly sliding down from your waist, but his gaze remained fixed on your eyes.

"If honesty…I'm glad you're pregnant..." he said. But the joy in his voice was overshadowed by fear, heavy as lead, settling in his eyes.

"You're glad, but you're afraid," you said quietly, looking at him. Your hand involuntarily fell on your stomach, as if protecting your unborn child from everything that was happening between you. "You say you'll stay, but I can see that you're already halfway out the door. How can I trust you, Jungkook? After your disappear?"

He pressed his lips together, his jaw tensed, and his piercing flashed in the dim light as he turned his head.

"I did it for you," he said firmly. And maybe that was true, but the fact that he didn't explain anything made you very angry. You exhaled slowly, looking into his eyes.

"If you want to stay, if you're really happy about this baby, then stop hiding! Tell me the truth, Jungkook. I deserve to know what I'm getting myself into. What I'm getting our baby into."

He stood motionless, his eyes darkening, and you saw his fists clench slightly.

"The less you know, the safer you are," he said quietly, but there was steel in his voice.

"Safer?" you almost shouted, anger bursting out. "You stand here and say you love me, that you won't let me get rid of the baby, but you can't tell me what you're protecting me from? How can I trust you if you don't trust me?"

"I trust you," he said, his voice trembling with tension. "But there are things I can't tell you. Not because I don't want to. But because it would put you in even greater danger. These bruises?" He nodded at his face, where bruises still darkened his cheekbones. "From the man who wants to destroy me. He's hunting me and will look for all my weaknesses..." His voice broke, and he let go of you, stepping back as if afraid that his closeness might harm you.

You looked at him, feeling tears running down your cheeks.

"Then what should I do, Jungkook? Wait for you to show up at night, beaten up, and hope that one day you won't disappear forever?"

"I know," he said, almost in a whisper. "I know I can't give you a normal life. But I can't leave. Not now, when I know you're carrying my child." He looked up, and you saw pain in his eyes, mixed with something that resembled hope. You felt your heart breaking. You loved him — so much that it was scary. But his life, his secrets, his danger... they were like a wall between you. And you wonder how what started between you as just casual sex turned into a life under fire. You wanted Jungkook not to be a mercenary, you wanted a better life for him. Maybe that's why you came into his life, to change what he has.

"Then change it," you said. Your voice trembled, but it was firm. "Quit this job. Find a way out of this world. If you really want to be with me, with our child, then do it. Otherwise... otherwise I don't know how I'll cope."

Jungkook looked at you for a long time, his eyes full of struggle.

"It's not that easy," he said finally. "It’s world... it won't let me go. But I'll try. For you... for us." He nodded at your belly, and a hint of the tenderness he had so carefully hidden flashed in his voice. His hand gently resting on yours, which was still on your stomach. "I can't promise it will be easy. But I won't leave. Give me time. I'll find a way."

You snuggled up to him, trying not to let your doubts get the better of you. After all, Jungkook loves you and he has to cope, and you will be there to help him.

Jungkook woke up first, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. He lay motionless, his gaze sliding over your features, your face relaxed, your lips slightly parted, your hair scattered across the pillow. It was the first time he had woken up next to you in the same bed, despite all the months you had spent together. His life as a mercenary dictated its own rules: during the day, he had to be elsewhere, immersed in a world where every step could be his last, carrying out tasks that required a heart of ice and nerves of steel.

And only in the early hours of the morning did he allow himself to come to you — the only place where he could forget who he was.

Next to you, he felt something like relaxation for the first time. He liked how you made him see the world differently. From the very first time he saw you, a forbidden desire flared up in him — to see you again. There was something about the way you carried yourself, your smile, the way you looked at him — openly, but with a slight spark of defiance and temptation.

You made him feel an interest he couldn't ignore. Every time he came to you, sex with you was not just physical release — it was a real pleasure that drew him in like a drug. Your body, your moans, the way you gave yourself to him as if nothing else in the world existed, all of this pulled him out of the darkness he was used to.

He wanted to spend more time with you, but that was what scared him. He saw how you were changing, how something more than passion was growing in your eyes. And that's when he started behaving differently: more rudely, more arrogantly, pushing you away. He hoped you would ask him to stop coming so he wouldn't have to do it himself. But every time he came back, he saw that your feelings were only growing.

And on the day he came to see you again, you had sex in the bathroom, and you confessed your feelings. And he said cruelly, cutting you off as if with a knife: there can be no love between you. It was the only way to stop you, to protect you. But after that, he had to disappear. Not only because of your words — his life was hanging by a thread at that moment.

Yon Sanghoon is Jungkook's former partner, where they both worked for a private special forces unit. They used to trust each other, but over time, when the unit was disbanded, Sang-hoon turned into a ruthless businessman who crushed everyone in his path. Jungkook was no saint, and the work of a mercenary was mostly dirty, because sometimes you had to get your hands bloody, but Sanghoon showed remarkable cruelty. He simply killed everyone who stood in his way, even if it had been his friends yesterday. Jungkook reduced his communication with Sanghoon and distanced himself, but Sanghoon never forgot Jungkook.

And now he came to him with a request: he needed to destroy evidence that was very incriminating against Sanghoon, but he did not specify what exactly. He asked Jungkook to do it, or he would have no choice but to kill the prosecutor who was investigating the case. Jungkook didn't want to help Sanghoon; he knew it was better for the world that freaks like him were behind bars, but he couldn't refuse. Sanghoon held the strings that tied Jungkook to his past — old debts that he couldn't help but repay.

However, when he had almost completed the task and was about to destroy the evidence, Jungkook learned that Sanghoon was involved in human and child trafficking. For Jungkook , this was the limit, and if someone crossed it, they had to be punished. In addition, it turned out that the prosecutor who was handling Sanghoon's case had helped one of Jungkook's close friends in a court case, saving him from being framed.

So Jungkook didn't destroy the evidence, but instead tipped off the prosecutor about the trafficking.

After that, Jungkook was forced to go into hiding so that Sanghoon wouldn't find him. So keeping his distance was the only way to protect you. And yet, every night he returned to your house. He saw the light in the window burning until morning. You weren't sleeping. You were probably waiting for him. But he couldn't bring himself to come. Not then.

For two months, Jungkook heard nothing from Sanghoon. No one was looking for him, and it was suspiciously quiet. He thought that maybe Sanghoon had decided to back off, or that the evidence had worked and he was now busy with his own problems. Jungkook tried to return to normal life — he took on small tasks unrelated to the past and tried to forget about the danger. His vigilance dulled: the days passed quietly, and he allowed himself to relax, thinking that the storm had passed.

One night, he accidentally found himself in the same nightclub where you were. Seeing you smile at another man, he felt jealousy boiling in his chest. His imagination painted unbearable pictures: strange hands on your body, strange lips kissing you, or, worst of all, someone else in your bed.

When your eyes met, he saw anger, fear, and the very love you were trying to hide in your eyes. Near the restroom, where you bumped into each other, his suspicions were confirmed — you were still his, and he realized he couldn't let you go.

But when you found out who he was, it was the hardest thing for him because he knew how you would react. You asked him to leave, and he decided that it was really over.

One evening, when Jungkook was returning from another assignment, he was attacked by Sanghoon's people — three armed men. They took him by surprise, pinned him against the wall, and one of them hissed:

"Sanghoon sends his regards. You betrayed, now you'll pay." They wanted to kill him quickly, but Jungkook was no novice. His mercenary instincts kicked in instantly: he broke free, elbowed the first one in the throat, grabbed the knife from the second, and killed the third with a shot from his own gun. The fight was brutal, and Jungkook killed them all, but he took a beating. He had a deep cut on his side, broken ribs, and blood running down his face. He barely made it to cover, bandaging his wounds as he went. Now he knew for sure: Sanghoon would not rest until Jungkook was dead. It was war, and from now on, every day could be his last.

And now you're pregnant. Pregnant with his child. And that's shit, a real disaster. If Sanghoon finds out that Jungkook has someone he loves and that this girl is carrying his child, he'll use it as a weapon. Jungkook knew that from now on he had to be twice as careful — not only for himself, but for you too. He couldn't let his dark reality touch you.

You stirred, your eyelashes fluttered, and you mumbled sleepily without opening your eyes:

"It's lunchtime, isn't it?"

Jungkook chuckled softly, his voice low and hoarse from sleep.

"Almost," he murmured somewhere above your head. You smiled sleepily, your eyes still half-closed, and slowly moved closer to him, pressing your whole body against him. Your skin was warm and soft, and he felt your scent—a mixture of your perfume and your natural aroma—fill his lungs. You hugged him, sliding your arms under his arm, and slowly ran your nails down his back. The touch sent sharp, pleasant tingles down his spine, like an electric current awakening every cell in his body. He felt his muscles tense—you knew how to tease him, and it always worked.

The next moment, you threw your leg over his thigh, pressing even closer, and Jungkook pressed his lips together, feeling your pussy press tightly against his already aroused cock. He had been hard since he woke up, but now the desire was unbearable — hot, pulsing, like a fire burning inside him. You moved slowly, deliberately, and he knew it was intentional: you were teasing him, playing cat and mouse. Every movement of your hips made his heart race.

You began to kiss his collarbone gently, your lips sliding down to his shoulders and chest, leaving wet marks on his skin. Each kiss was like a warm impulse that pierced him through and through, making his blood boil. Jungkook endured as long as he could, feeling you rubbing against him, your hips moving imperceptibly, but enough to make his control crack at the seams. He imagined entering you, filling you completely, and the thought made him even harder.

Finally, his patience snapped. With one swift movement, he pushed your leg off him, turned you away from him, and pressed you against the mattress. His hands deftly pulled off your panties, then his own, and without a word or a question, he entered you.

The sensation was incredible—you were so wet, so hot, squeezing him tightly. You gasped, your fingers clenched the sheet, and your body arched with pleasure. He found your palms and slid his fingers between yours, pressing you to the bed with his body. His chest pressed tightly against your back, skin to skin, his lips found your ear.

"This is the kind of awakening I crave every day," he whispered hoarsely, his voice full of desire. You turned your head and smiled, and that smile ignited an even greater fire in him.

Jungkook pushed you, and you forced yourself to hold back the moan that was stuck in your throat. Another push, and a wave of pleasure washed over his spine, causing his muscles to tense. His free hand slid down your thigh, rising to your stomach, where it paused, feeling the warmth of your skin. He paused for a moment, realizing that his child was growing inside you. This thought made his movements even more careful, but at the same time deeper, as if he wanted to feel all of you, to claim you as his own.

Your quiet moans, which you tried to suppress, only added fuel to the fire. He felt your body responding to him, how you arched, seeking more, and it made him lose his mind. His hand moved lower, found your clitoris, and began to caress it with slow but confident movements, synchronizing with his hips. Each touch made his cock throb harder, the pleasure building like a wave.

Jungkook had to stop to turn you around — he wanted to see your face. Sliding out of you, he rolled you onto your back, grabbed your leg, and pulled it to the side, exposing you completely. Your pussy beckoned him, so needy and wet, and for a moment he thought about kissing it, tasting you, but the desire to be inside you was stronger. Jungkook pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and entered smoothly, all the way in. A moan escaped his throat, uncontrollable, and the feeling of fullness filled him completely.

"Take me more, baby," he whispered, his lips sliding down your cheek to your lips, where he kissed you greedily, muffling your moan.

His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring with an intensity as if trying to devour you. His movements became deeper and passionate — each thrust filled him with pleasure, as if you were his drug. He felt your arms wrap around his neck, your nails digging into his skin, and the feeling of euphoria grew. It felt like he was making love to you for the last time, and he unconsciously tried to remember this moment, paying attention to every detail.

Picking up the pace, Jungkook felt your pussy tighten around him, wet and hot, taking him completely. He leaned down, sucking on the skin on your neck, leaving light marks. His hand found your clitoris again, massaging it in circular motions, and he heard your moans grow louder as your body responded to the approaching orgasm.

The tension built up inside him like a storm, and you moaned:

"More... please..."

Jungkook chuckled softly:

"You're so greedy, my baby. Do you want me to fill you up completely?" He thrust harder, more sharply, feeling that sensitive spot inside you, and you wrapped your legs around him tighter, trying to get as close as possible. When you came, clenching around him in ecstasy, Jungkook felt it like his own orgasm—a wave of pleasure washing over him, making him moan.

He held on until you relaxed, and then, with a long, low moan, he reached his peak. His thrusts became chaotic, he filled you with his warmth, his cock throbbing as he released everything. His body tensed, and when he stopped spurting semen, Jungkook relaxed. He lay on top of you, pressing his body against yours, his head falling somewhere between your shoulder and the pillow, listening to his own heartbeat.

You stroked his back, breathing quickly and heavily as well. Jungkook raised his head and smiled at you. He slid his nose across your cheek, touched the corner of your mouth with his lips, and chuckled softly, still barely catching his breath after everything.

"It's only morning, and you've already made me work so hard," he whispered hoarsely, his voice still vibrating with pleasure. "By the way, I feel terribly hungry..." His smile was relaxed, warm, but at the same time daring. Jungkook ran his finger along your jaw and down to your lips. "Maybe you'll feed me after this?" he teased, lightly touching your lips with a short, barely perceptible kiss.

"Of course I'll feed you. You just need to get off me and let me go to the kitchen," you replied with a smile.

Jungkook kissed you one last time and slowly pulled away, allowing you to slip out from under him. He lay down, covering his crotch with a blanket, and watched with pleasure as you got out of bed, completely naked, your hair falling carelessly over your shoulders. You glanced at him quickly, your gaze a mixture of tenderness and a barely perceptible spark of temptation, before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

Jungkook remained lying down while you took a shower, inhaling your scent that lingered on the sheets and feeling his body still experiencing the recent intimacy. The moment seemed perfect, but deep down he knew he couldn’t enjoy such moments for a long time.

Jungkook got up, feeling a slight pain in his side — a reminder of his recent encounter with Sanhun's men. The cut had healed, but the bruises were still visible.

He headed to the bathroom after you left and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Jungkook turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. The jets of hot water beat against his skin, washing away the light layer of sweat and tension.

When he came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he smelled the aroma of freshly baked pancakes mixed with the smell of coffee and something sweet — you had clearly made an effort. Jungkook smiled to himself, feeling warmth in his chest from this simple gesture of care. He quickly got dressed and went to you.

In the kitchen, you were standing at the stove, carefully placing a stack of golden pancakes topped with maple syrup and garnished with fresh strawberries and bananas on a plate. Next to it was a bowl of scrambled eggs sprinkled with herbs and toast browned to a crisp. Jungkook froze in the doorway, watching you — you looked so homely, so... his. It was so unusual for him, and at that moment he wanted to be just Jungkook. An ordinary guy, not a damn mercenary.

He sat down at the table, and you placed a plate in front of him, smiling slightly.

"I hope you're still hungry," you said, sitting down opposite him with a cup of coffee. Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving you as he took his first bite of pancake. The taste was perfect — sweet but not cloying, with a slight tartness from the strawberries.

"You never disappoint... this is so delicious," he said sincerely, and your smile widened.

Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and looked at the screen — an unknown number.

"Later," he muttered, hanging up the phone. Jungkook noticed how tense you were, and it created an awkward silence. You tried to talk about everyday things, but his phone rang again. The second call was from a gun dealer he knew, but Jungkook apologized and quickly replied, "I'll call you back." He didn't want these matters to intrude on this moment when he was with you.

Jungkook put another piece of pancake in his mouth when you spoke:

"You know, I just realized... I don't even have your phone number. Do you think we're at the stage in our relationship where you can give it to me?" you said ironically. Jungkook tensed up, his fork stopping halfway to his mouth. He knew he couldn't give you his number — that phone was connected to his work, to people who could track him down, and through him, you.

"I'll buy a separate phone," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Just for us. I can't give you this number." He noticed your eyes narrow and your lips press into a thin line — you were unhappy, but you didn't show it, just nodded.

"When are you coming next time?" you asked, changing the subject, but there was a hint of indignation in your voice. Jungkook looked down at his plate.

"As soon as I have free time," he replied, knowing it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear. You just nodded without saying a word.

His phone rang again, and Jungkook glanced at the screen—it was Jimin. He had been waiting for this call. Jimin had promised to find information about Sanghoon's movements, and every detail could save his life. But he dismissed the call, not wanting to ruin the moment. Standing up, Jungkook walked over to you, leaned down, and kissed you on the lips — softly, but with the passion that burned inside him after what had happened between you that morning. You responded, your lips parting to meet his, and he had to admit to himself that he didn't want to leave at all.

"Thank you for a wonderful morning or it’s must’ve said lunchtime... and for food," he whispered, and saw you melt at his words, as you smiled as if he had given you the whole world. "I have to go," he added, feeling how difficult it was to say those words. You stood up and said,

"I'll walk you out."

Jungkook shook his head.

"No need, baby." But you insisted, and he couldn't refuse you. You walked out to the gate together, and you suddenly hugged him, tightly, for a long time, clearly not wanting to let him go. Jungkook hugged you back, breathing in your scent, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a black Kia parked nearby. His stomach clenched with a sense of foreboding. The car started up and slowly drove past, and the driver, a man with a cold stare, kept his eyes on you. Jungkook didn't like it — he knew this type of people and realized that he was being followed.

He kissed you goodbye, harder than he intended, and whispered:

"I'll come tonight."

A smile lit up your face, and you replied that you would wait for him. Jungkook made you go back to the house first, watching you disappear behind the door. Only then did he take out his phone and call Jimin, asking him for an urgent meeting.

You were lying in bed with your phone in your hands. The rain was falling steadily outside the window, and you couldn't help but glance out the window every ten minutes, thinking about Jungkook, who had promised to come see you today. You had agreed to meet with Sajin over the weekend to discuss her wedding plans — she and Jimin had finally set a date. You had been texting her about the meeting, but you didn't say a word about Jungkook and the fact that you had made up. You planned to tell her that you and Jungkook had worked things out, that he had promised to be with you, that you would be together despite all the dangers.

You waited for him until morning, but he didn't come. You waited for him sitting on the couch, then walking from room to room, unable to find a place for yourself. Sleep overtook you only in the early morning, when you, exhausted, fell asleep in an uncomfortable position, still hoping to hear a knock on the door.

The next day, Friday, there was a small hope that he would show up. You forced yourself not to worry, but Jungkook still didn't show up. You tried to convince yourself that he was just busy, that his business — those dark, dangerous things he never talked about — had kept him away. But your hope faded with each passing hour, and by Saturday you woke up feeling broken.

Your heart ached at the thought that he had abandoned you again, despite all his promises, despite your pregnancy, despite his vows to do everything to keep you together. What if something had happened to him? The thought that he might have been injured or even killed caused you to panic. You couldn't wait until the evening when you were supposed to meet with Sajin, and without waiting for the appointed time, you drove to her.

You were lucky to find Jimin at home. Barely having time to say hello, you asked him almost from the doorway when he last saw Jungkook. Jimin, a little surprised by your insistence, replied that he had seen him yesterday. This news hit you like a slap in the face. Relief — he was alive — mixed with anger: if he had time for Jimin, why didn't he come to see you?

You asked him to give you his number, not hiding the fact that you were in a relationship with him, because you were sure that Jimin knew about it from the very beginning. But he refused to give you his friend's number, explaining that his friend wouldn't allow it.

Your anger flared even more, and you said calmly but with a hint of malice:

"I need to talk to him urgently, Jimin!" But at that moment, his phone rang — a client, as he explained — and he hurried out, leaving you with Sajin.

You felt anger and anxiety taking over you. Sajin tried to calm you down, but you couldn't control yourself. The emotions you had been suppressing for the last few days burst out. You told her everything: how Jungkook found out about your pregnancy, how he told you about some man who wanted him dead but didn't go into details, how he promised to buy a separate phone so you could stay in touch. And how he disappeared again, despite all his words. Sajin listened, her eyes flashing with indignation.

"God, he really must be such a jerk!" she said, "I'll convince Jimin to give you the number. And if he doesn't agree, I'll hack into his phone myself and find that damn number." You felt overwhelmed with gratitude — Sajin was always there for you, always supportive, and you didn't know what you would do without her.

To distract you, Sajin dragged you to the mall to go shopping, and then you went to a restaurant where you were supposed to meet up with other friends to discuss the details of her wedding. You agreed, went shopping with Sajin, but nothing could stop you from thinking about Jungkook. However, when you arrived at the restaurant, it did distract you a little, but as soon as you returned home, your condition was just terrible.

You returned to work, and Donmin was with you all the time. He only asked once if you had any problems with Jungkook, and you said you didn't want to talk about him.

You forced yourself to live a normal life, and it was easier to be around people, but as soon as you got home, you cried. You didn't understand why this man was treating you this way. Why did he leave again without saying a word? Your resentment toward Jungkook grew every day after his disappearance, and you didn't know if you still had feelings for him, because all you felt now was pain, anger, and disappointment.

Several weeks passed, and you didn't even notice it. For you, all the days merged into one endless day that seemed like it would never end. In the evening, almost at the end of the workday, you received a text message from Sajin, who asked you to come to the cafe where she was with Yuna and Minji. She wrote that you needed to choose a florist. You didn't really want to go; you knew they could choose a florist without you, but you understood why Sajin was asking you to come. She supports you like no one else, and you couldn't be rude to her, so suppressing all your worst emotions, you replied that you would be there in half an hour.

You sat at a large table in a café, and the conversation flowed easily. For a moment, you even felt relaxed, but when the conversation smoothly turned to who would be the driver at the wedding, you perked up. You guessed that it would most likely be Jungkook, but Sajin unexpectedly said:

"It will be Hoseok"

Minji raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Hoseok? I thought it would be Jungkook, he's Jimin's best friend."

Sajin glanced at you briefly, and you hid behind your coffee cup, quickly lowering your gaze and trying your best to appear indifferent, but if anyone had heard your heart pounding in your chest, you would have given yourself away.

"Yes, Jimin asked him, but Jungkook refused. He said he doesn't like being the center of attention and prefers to stay on the sidelines."

The news that he refused to be the driver, knowing that you would be the maid of honor, stung you inside. You even started to feel nauseous from the excitement, so you put down your coffee.

"Really? He doesn't like being the center of attention, but hanging out at ‘Burning Night’ with the club owner's daughter. All know she and they not even try to hide. It’s doesn't count?" Yuna said ironically.

You froze, barely breathing, unable to believe what you had heard. Yuna's words were like a knife, and you felt the blood drain from your face. Sajin noticed your condition and quickly intervened.

"What do you mean? There's no way Jungkook is with someone else." Her voice was sharp; she knew you couldn't ask your friends openly — no one knew about your relationship with Jungkook.

"I'm telling you," Yuna leaned slightly over the table as if telling a secret. "A friend of mine works as a bartender at ‘Burning Night’. He knows Jungkook, and I've seen them there a couple of times myself. Such a glamorous girl, all dressed in designer brands. They often hang out together,"

You began to tremble slightly with anger and resentment. This couldn't be true. Jungkook? With another girl? At a club?

"You're ridiculous, Yuna, it could be just an acquaintance, maybe a friend of his," Sajin didn't believe it either.

"An acquaintance he meets almost every day. And she's hardly someone's girlfriend when he openly hugs her in public. When I saw them, they seemed unable to tear themselves away from each other," she grabbed her phone and unlocked it, looking for a number. "I'll call Tekhvan now and he'll confirm it for you,"

"No, don't..." Sajin tried to stop her, but the phone was already ringing. Yuna turned on the speaker and all four of you focused your attention on the phone.

"Yes," you heard Yuna's friend's low voice against the background of music.

"Hi, honey, can you talk?" your friend asked in a soft voice.

"I can, I just went out for a smoke. You know when to call."

Yuna laughed coquettishly, but you felt the nausea inside you intensify from the tension.

"Listen, you told me you saw Jungkook hanging out with the daughter of the owner of the club where you work. Are they still hanging out together?"

"Yes, they're here almost every other day. I don't even know if Jungkook knows that slutty is owner's daughter. But she's been with him for two weeks now. It's her longest relationship," you heard the sarcasm in his voice. You could barely breathe because it felt like every exhalation was a blow to the chest. "By the way, they came tonight earlier than usual today."

"Are they at the club right now?" Yuna asked.

"Yes, they're sitting there, practically on top of each other. And today, only the two of them came," said Tekhwan. Yuna laughed, unaware of how it were tearing you apart.

You stood up abruptly, unable to withstand the hurricane of emotions raging inside you. Anger, hurt, pain — everything mixed into one burning feeling. You grabbed your things and, without saying a word to anyone, headed for the exit. Sajin caught up with you almost at the door.

"Y/N, wait," she grabbed your arm, forcing you to stop.

"Sajin, it's better not to stop me now." She held you for a moment, then stepped back when she saw the fire in your eyes.

"You're not going there, are you?" she asked. You caught a taxi that had just pulled up to drop off people arriving at the restaurant.

"I am," you said and got into the car. In the car, your hands were shaking and your thoughts were spinning like a whirlwind. How could he? How could he promise you the world, know about your pregnancy, and still hang out with some slut at a club? You waited for him at night, worried that he might be killed, and he was just having fun?

The taxi stopped in front of the club, and you got out, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. The neon sign ‘Burning Night’ flashed in the evening light, and the music boomed even on the street. You took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together, but inside you were screaming in pain. You knew you might be making a mistake, but you couldn't stop yourself. You had to see him. See them. And make him feel the same pain that was tearing you apart.

You entered at the club, and loud music hit your ears, mixing with the noise of the crowd. The lights flashed, casting colorful reflections on the faces of people dancing, laughing, and drinking. Your heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You felt anger and resentment boiling inside you, pushing you forward despite your trembling legs and the nausea rising in your throat. You had to find him. Now.

Your eyes quickly scanned the room, and you almost immediately spotted him at a VIP table in the far corner. Jungkook sat there in the shadows, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his black shirt hugging his shoulders. Next to him was a girl — tall, with perfectly styled hair, wearing a short dress that sparkled under the spotlight. She was laughing, her hand resting on his thigh, and Jungkook leaned toward her, whispering something in her ear. Her flirtatious smile, the way she tilted her head closer to him, made your fists clench. You felt everything inside you break — it was worse than any nightmare.

You moved toward them, your steps decisive, almost aggressive, as if you were ready to tear him to pieces. Anger clouded everything — your mind, your fear, your pain. You didn't think about being pregnant, about needing to be careful. At that moment, you wanted only one thing — to make him feel the same pain that was tearing you apart. But Jungkook noticed you before you could reach their table. His eyes narrowed, he stood up abruptly, glanced quickly at the girl, and walked towards you, crossing the dance floor.

You didn't stop. When he was in front of you, his hands tried to grab you, but you slapped him hard across the chest with your palm, putting all your anger into the blow.

"You scumbag! Are you really sitting here having fun?!" You tried to hit him again, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you toward the exit of the VIP area, toward the corridor leading to the restrooms. You resisted, trying to break free, hitting his hands, but his grip was iron. He didn't let go, pulling you along, ignoring your screams.

"Let me go now!" you shouted, but as he dragged you to the restrooms, no one even paid attention to the two of you.

Finally, Jungkook pushed open the door to the women's restroom, which was fortunately empty, dragged you into the farthest stall, and locked you in there. You continued to scream, calling him names, the words pouring out of you like a stream:

"How could you? You promised we'd be together... but you're sitting here with someone else?" Your rage was uncontrollable, tears streaming down your cheeks, but you didn't stop. Jungkook pushed you sharply against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists tightly, pressing them against the cold wall. His body was so close that you could feel the heat of his skin, but that only fueled your anger.

"Calm down!" he barked, his voice low but panicked. You tried to break free, but your strength was leaving you, and you finally stopped struggling, breathing heavily. Your head fell forward, tears dripping onto the floor, your chest heaving with sobs. Jungkook didn't let go, but his grip softened. He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" he asked, his voice soft but tense. You looked up at him, your eyes full of tears and anger.

"How did I find you?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Does it matter? What matters is that you're hanging out here with some slut!"

Jungkook exhaled heavily, letting go of you and taking half a step back. He closed his eyes, unable to hold back his curses.

"Fuck... you shouldn't have come here..."

You cried, unable to speak. It was unbearable, you wanted to scream, you wanted him to disappear and never appear in your life again. You heard him come up and hug you. You didn’t hugged him back. You just stood there, crying into his chest.

"Baby, please calm down. It's not what you think... I'm asking you to go home and wait for me. I'll come to you and explain everything to you. You can't be here. No one should see you with me,"

"Go home and wait for you for two weeks?" you asked ironically without looking up. Jungkook didn't answer, you just felt his body tense up. You stepped back, looking up at him. "Will it be even longer? Should I not wait for you anymore? You've already found yourself some entertainment." You pushed his hands away.

"Y/N..." Jungkook began, but you didn't want to listen to him. He had to know that he had caused you more pain.

"So you like fucking someone new who isn't pregnant with your child? Are you really such a coward? Couldn't you just tell me right away that you didn't want me and my baby?"

"First of all, it's our baby," Jungkook said somewhat harshly, but quietly. "And secondly, what I'm doing here is a necessity. I'm not cheating on you..."

"Not cheating?" you squealed, ready to hit him for those words. His actions were deliberate, and you saw him whispering something in that girl's ear. "You've been seen with her in this club almost every day since you promised me you'd come! You're fucking her while I sit at home crying, you piece of shit," you couldn't hold back.

"I didn't fuck her," he assured you. "She's a cover. I love you and I don't need anyone else..."

"Shut up!" you shouted, hitting him in the chest. He took a step back, and his back hit the wall of the booth, and there was nowhere to retreat. "Don't tell me you love me!" You pushed him again, feeling tears burning your eyes. "It's a lie... a lie! Someone who loves me wouldn't be sitting in a club with some whore, whispering in her ear!"

You moved closer to him, shouting right in his face, so close that you could see the piercing glint in his eyes in the dim light of the lamp above your heads. His scent — a mixture of expensive cologne and something sharp, like adrenaline — hit your nose, and it only added fuel to the fire of your anger.

"I love you, that's why I'm sitting here with this whore so they won't find you," Jungkook hissed, leaning toward you so that his breath burned your skin. His voice was low, tense, but there was a sincerity in it that made you freeze for a moment.

"What?" you grimaced, anger drowning out any common sense. "You disappeared. Again. I went crazy looking for you, and then I found out you were hanging out here with some girl, and I saw with my own eyes how you were hugging her, whispering something to her, as if I didn't exist! Do you even have a conscience?"

Your hand flew up and was about to hit him in the chest again, but Jungkook grabbed your wrists, firmly but not painfully, pressing them against the wall above your head.

"Listen to me," he said in a sharp but desperate voice. "You don't understand. I didn't disappear because I wanted to. I'm doing this to protect you. And our child."

You froze, his words hitting you like bullets.

"Again it shit about protecting?" You almost spat out the word. "You left me pregnant, Jungkook! As usual, you didn't say a word, and now I see her clinging to you like you're her property! And you call that protection?"

He squeezed your wrists tighter, his eyes burning, but there was something else in them too — pain that he was trying to hide.

"I'm doing this because someone found out about you. Someone who shouldn't have. And I need them to think that I'm with someone else, that you mean nothing to me, then they'll leave you alone. I'm trying to protect you, baby. I can't let them get to you and our child."

You looked at him, feeling anger mixed with confusion. His words sounded sincere, but they didn't ease the pain that was tearing you apart inside.

"I don't believe you," you said in a trembling voice. "You always lie. You disappear, you come back, you promise to stay, and then you run away again. And now I'm supposed to believe that you're with this girl to protect me? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Jungkook abruptly released your wrists, but did not retreat. His hands fell to your waist, and he pressed you against the wall, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

You opened your mouth to shout something else, but he did not allow you to. His lips pressed greedily, desperately against yours, as if he were trying to drown out your anger, your pain, everything that stood between you. You pushed him away, trying to break free, but his arms held you tight, and the kiss became more insistent.

"No, Jungkook, stop!" you muttered through his lips, but he didn't listen. His hands slid down your buttocks, pulling you closer, and his tongue entered your mouth, causing your body to react treacherously.

You pushed him away again, but more weakly, feeling your anger give way to something else — that familiar heat he always aroused in you. His hands squeezed your buttocks, his lips moved along your neck, leaving hot marks.

"I love you," he whispered in a hoarse, almost pleading voice. "Believe me. I'm doing this for you."

You froze, your hands, which had just been pushing him away, now clutching his shirt tightly. You hated yourself for it, but your anger dissolved in his touch, in his kisses, in his scent. You responded to the kiss greedily, with all the rage and love that fought within you.

For a moment you forgot your anger, your pain, the girl in the club. His tongue danced with yours, and every movement was like an attempt to say what he couldn't express in words. You clutched his shirt, feeling your heart beat in unison with his, and hated yourself for still wanting him so badly.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed, and you both froze. Two loud girls burst in, their voices drowning out the music from the club, their laughter echoing off the tiled walls.

"Oh my God, did you see that guy at the bar? He's so hot!" one exclaimed as the other giggled, turning on the tap. Jungkook pressed his finger to your lips, and you stood silently, so close to each other. You breathed each other's air in the silence, amid the chaos of strangers' voices.

When the girls finally left, laughing and slamming the door, Jungkook slowly stepped back, but didn't let go of you. He sat down on the closed toilet seat, pulling you by the hand, and you, unable to resist, sat on his lap. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you tightly to his chest, and he took a deep breath, burying his face in your hair. His lips gently touched your neck, leaving a light kiss, then slid down to your jaw, and finally reached your ear.

"I'm sorry I did that again," he whispered softly, his voice gentle but heavy with guilt. "But the situation is really dangerous. When I was last at your place, I noticed a car outside your house," he continued, his voice becoming even quieter, as if he knew that even the walls could eavesdrop. "Someone was watching. I couldn't risk them seeing us together again. I had to stay away to divert suspicion from you. I'm doing everything I can to make Sanghoon and his people think you mean nothing to me. But when I resolve this issue, I'll be back. I promise."

His words hit you, but not in the way you expected. Instead of relief, you felt despair and exhaustion wash over you. You sat on his lap, completely broken, your arms limply resting on his shoulders. You turned your head and looked into his eyes.

"Jungkook, this is crazy," you said exhaustedly, "I... I don't know if we should continue. I'm tired. These emotional swings... your behavior is driving me crazy. You promise, you come back, you disappear, and I wait again, not knowing if you're alive, if you're with someone else, if I'll ever find you. I can't do this anymore."

Jungkook froze, his face became serious, and his eyes darkened with pain. He looked at you as if your words had cut him in half.

"Do you want me to gone?" he asked quietly, his voice full of tension. You remained silent, turning away from him. You no longer understood what you wanted. You loved him, but that love was driving you crazy. "I don't want to lose you. But if you say you don't want to see me, I... I'll try not to bother you," he broke the silence that was becoming unbearable.

You exhaled heavily, your thoughts chaotic, as if you were standing on the edge of a precipice. You got up from his lap, feeling your strength leaving you. The nausea rising in your throat intensified, and you leaned against the wall, trying to pull yourself together. You were emotionally exhausted, torn between your love for him and the pain he caused you. You looked at Jungkook, his face full of concern, but you didn't know what you were really feeling — love, anger, or just emptiness.

"I'm going home," you said quietly, your voice barely audible. Jungkook touched your hand, stopping you, and you looked at his fingers clasping your wrist.

"What should I do?" he asked, his voice full of despair, as if he were begging you to give him an answer he didn't know himself.

You pressed your lips together, feeling tears welling up in your eyes again.

"Do what you think is right, Jungkook," you replied coldly, even though inside you were screaming in pain. You pulled your hand away and turned toward the door without looking back. Each step took you further away from him and you felt your heart staying behind with him. You didn't know if you could forgive him, if you could trust him again, but one thing you knew for sure — you couldn't bear this pain anymore.

Several months had passed since that night at Burning Night when you last saw Jungkook. His promises to return remained just words, and with each passing day, you grew more accustomed to the idea that he was gone from your life forever. The pain of his disappearance had dulled, but it hadn't gone away, hiding somewhere deep in your heart. You focused on yourself and the baby growing inside you. Your belly was already noticeable, but you had learned to hide it under loose dresses and baggy sweaters to avoid unnecessary questions. Today was the day of your scheduled checkup at a private clinic, and you had just left the doctor's office, holding a folder with papers and an ultrasound image showing the tiny silhouette of your baby. The doctor who examined you finally told you the sex. You were carrying a girl, and this news was the most joyful for you in the last few months.

You walked to the exit to call your mom and tell her who you were expecting. You confessed to your parents that you were pregnant and struggled to tell them that you would have to raise the child alone because your relationship with the guy who got you pregnant was complicated. Your mother reacted well, but your father was angry that the man who had fathered the child should be responsible for it. You defended Jungkook to your parents as best you could, but your father remained adamant. In the end, your parents became your greatest support, visiting you often, which eased your inner pain.

You were distracted by a message from Donmin, and then hurriedly dialed your mother's number. You couldn't handle what you were holding in your hands and tried to catch it on the way out, but you bumped into a man and all your papers scattered under your feet. At that moment, your mother picked up the phone, and you hurriedly told her that you would call her back.

You put the phone in your pocket and knelt down to gather the scattered papers. You apologized several times, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"It's okay, it happens," said a calm, deep voice with a slight hint of amusement. You looked up and saw a man who had already crouched down next to you, helping you gather your things.

He was tall, with dark hair neatly combed back, and dressed in an expensive suit — a dark jacket, a perfectly ironed shirt, and a tie that looked like it cost more than your monthly budget. His appearance was impeccable, but his smile was warm and friendly, without a hint of irritation.

He picked up one of your papers — a doctor's report — and an ultrasound image, glanced at it quickly before handing it to you.

"Oh, mother-to-be," he said with a slight smile, his dark eyes lingering on the image for a moment. "Congratulations. But you need to be more careful in your condition."

You felt your cheeks flush even more and hurried to take the papers from his hands.

"Yes, I apologize again for my inattention. The phone distracted me," you muttered, hiding the photo in the folder. You stood up, and so did he, handing you the last sheet he had picked up from the floor.

"Your husband should be here to help you carry this pile of papers," he joked, pointing at your folder. You smiled awkwardly, lowering your gaze.

"He... he's at work, so he couldn't come," you lied.

"What job could be more important than such a beautiful s and pregnant wife?"

You clutched the folder with the papers tighter, feeling a slight awkwardness mixed with the warmth of his compliment. The man standing in front of you seemed completely at ease, his smile so natural that you almost forgot how rushed you were. But his gaze—attentive, almost piercing—made you feel a little exposed, as if he were studying you.

"It's really important work..." you replied awkwardly.

"Well, then he must be a very busy man if he misses such important moments," he said with a slight irony, but without judgment, handing you another sheet that you almost missed. His fingers accidentally touched yours as he handed you the paper, and you involuntarily shuddered at the brief contact.

"Yes, something like that," you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice trembled slightly. You quickly hid the papers in your folder, feeling your cheeks still burning. You bowed low, apologizing one last time.

He smiled, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before sliding down to your hand, where you were still clutching your phone.

"Call him and tell him he needs to be more responsible and not leave his pregnant wife unattended," he said, and you forced yourself to smile and nod. He glanced at your belly, hidden under a loose sweater, and added, "Take care of yourself. And the little princess, too." His words made your heart ache — he had noticed from the ultrasound that you were expecting a girl, and it was unexpectedly touching.

"Thank you," you said quietly, feeling the warmth of his words mixed with a slight uneasiness. You didn't know why, but something in his gaze made you feel wary, even though he seemed completely harmless. You turned to leave, and he didn't try to stop you, just waved goodbye.

You bowed and headed for your car, clutching your folder of papers. The man remained standing at the entrance to the clinic, his gaze following you until you disappeared around the corner. His smile was as friendly, but there was a cold gleam in his eyes that you didn't notice. You didn't know that the man you had just encountered was Sanghoon, the man Jungkook was so desperately trying to protect you from. For you, it was just a chance encounter, pleasant and fleeting, on a sunny afternoon when all you could think about was your little girl and how to break the happy news to your mother. But truly this day was begin of end.

Hello, my dear Army 💜 Long time no see, I disappeared again for two weeks, and it was all because of my unbearable headache.

I tried to write part 3 sooner, but the pain simply prevented me from doing so. Fortunately, my migraine has subsided a little, and I immediately came to you 🙏🏻

First of all, I have to say right away that I can't limit myself to just three parts as I originally planned. Unfortunately, the story I came up with doesn't fit into three chapters. I don't know if this is good news for you or not ☺️, but I will be grateful to those who are interested in my story for the rest of my life 🥺❤️‍🔥

Secondly, after reading this chapter, you will understand that it is emotionally intense and difficult for the main character. Jungkook try to keep away, but it only hurts her. You know I was like, "So there will be a scene where he finds out about her pregnancy — there should be a fight and reconciliation, then there should be a scene where they wake up in the morning and have sex, everything is so good, but Jungkook notices that they are being watched and he disappears, and it breaks her heart. Then there should be a scene where she finds him in a club in the arms of another woman, and there should be a fight and then reconciliation (there was supposed to be another intimate scene here, they were supposed to reconcile through sex, but when I started writing, I realized that it was inappropriate here, and I also had to delete the scene where she remembers how they had sex in the bathroom of club a couple months ago)," and then when I wrote all this and reread it, I thought, "Does my oc despair too often because of Jungkook's actions? Is it normal that he constantly disappears and then she gets angry and tries to break up with him?"

I thought about it, maybe too much, and came to the conclusion that there could be no other option for this character. The relationship between them is complicated, and my heroine is torn between her love for him, her child, and a normal life. She wants to be happy with Jungkook, but who he is does not give her the happiness she desires. And I wonder, what ending awaits these two? A happy ending where they will raise their child together, or one where they will part ways forever and their child, their daughter, will be the only reminder of their love? Actually, I'm still thinking about it and I would like to know what ending you want for this fanfic. So if anyone has read this far, please write in the comments what you would like 🙏🏻 I really want to write what the majority chooses, because to be honest, from the very beginning of this story, I didn't plan a happy ending here 🥺

You and your friend walked away from the club entrance, and at that very moment, a black Tesla Model Y pulled up. Behind the wheel was Taehyung, Hannah's boyfriend. He was tall, with messy hair and a habit of playfully biting his lower lip when he was excited about something. And right now, it seemed he was.

You got into the car. You greeted Taehyung cheerfully and settled comfortably in the back seat, dreaming of taking a bath and going to bed. Hannah kissed Taehyung on the lips, and you tried not to look. You always felt awkward at moments like this. You unlocked your phone and went on Instagram to check who had viewed your stories.

"Well, are you ready for adventure?" you heard Taehyung's voice as he pulled away.

You looked up and saw the guy's profile, a smile playing on his lips.

"I thought you were taking us home," you said, a little tensely. Hannah turned sharply to you, looking over her seat with a broad smile.

"That was the plan at first," Taehyung laughed. "But on the way to your place, Jungkook called me. He said there's going to be a cool race."

"A race?" There was alarm in your voice.

"Yes! And not just a race, but the season finale. In the industrial zone, as usual!" Taehyung clarified.

"But it's an illegal race. If the police are there and I get caught, I'll get a reprimand at work. And that's if I'm lucky..." you muttered, trying to convince your friends not to take you there.

"You're exaggerating," Hannah waved her hand. "The police don't care about races at three in the morning in an industrial area. And Jungkook will be happy to see you again, I’m sure," she encouraged you, but you barely managed to keep from grimacing. Because in reality, there was something unresolved between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook was a guy you met a few weeks ago at a party. It was one of those parties you were persuaded to go to literally an hour before it started. Jungkook was Taehyung's friend. You remember how he appeared out of nowhere. You first noticed him because of the way he moved through the crowd — confidently, but with a natural ease, as if he didn't care who was looking at him.

Dark hair, slightly tousled, tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his black T-shirt, and that seemingly indifferent gaze, but with a spark of playfulness. Taehyung introduced you to each other, and you immediately felt your heart beat faster when Jungkook smiled, revealing dimples on his cheeks.

The party continued, and when you got a little tired of the noise and dancing, you found a place in the kitchen where there were the fewest people. Jungkook came in a few minutes later, supposedly to get a drink. He sat down next to you and you started talking. At first, it was casual banter about the music being too loud and how Hannah and Taehyung had already put on a mini-show on the dance floor.

Your conversation flowed easily as he talked about his car, how he loved speed and the feeling of freedom when racing down the night roads. You listened, but mostly looked at him — at his profile, at how he slightly narrowed his eyes when he laughed, at how his lips touched the beer can, at how his tongue quickly and deftly picked up every drop of the drink.

He sat close, his knee almost touching yours, his eyes lingering on you longer than a normal conversation required. And you couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence that a man like Jungkook had noticed you. He was incredibly attractive, and the longer you were in his company, the more you wanted to stay.

At one point, the kitchen became crowded and noisy. As you watched several guys trying to clear space on the kitchen table to arm wrestle, you felt hot breath on your ear and heard his low voice:

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air."

Because of the surprise, you turned your head too sharply and almost bumped into his lips. He lingered on your lips, then took your hand and led you through the noisy crowd that was already watching the fight.

Once outside, Jungkook let go of your hand and lit a cigarette. He took a long, deep drag. The cigarette smoke left his lips in a thick veil that quickly dissolved into the air. Jungkook looked at you, and you couldn't hold his gaze for long. You quickly looked away, hearing his voice somewhere to the side.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" His voice sounded calm, almost playful.

"You're already smoking. Will you put it out if I say I don't want you to?" you replied, glancing over your shoulder. He took another drag and followed you, waving the smoke away so it wouldn't touch you.

"If you say you don't want me to, I'll throw it away," he replied. You stopped and turned around. Jungkook was only half a step away from you. You tilted your head back, only now realizing how tall and broad he was. It seemed as if he filled the entire space. Jungkook looked at you, and you saw a spark in his eyes.

"I don't want you to. Don't smoke," you said deliberately, to see if he would keep his word.

He smiled — first with the corner of his lips, then more broadly, as if he really liked your boldness. After pausing for a few seconds, he threw the cigarette at his feet and crushed it with his shoe. You watched his movements, and when you looked up again, you found yourself captivated by his gaze.

You looked at each other, and the idea of kissing him was imposed on your mind. You smelled his perfume, which had a narcotic effect on you, mixed with the slight taste of tobacco that still lingered in the air.

Jungkook was standing so close that you could feel the warmth of his body, and it made your heart beat faster. His gaze was magnetic, as if he could see right through you, and you couldn't look away, even though somewhere inside you felt a slight fear of where this might lead.

"Well, you really made me quit smoking," he said with a slight smile, but there was a note of surprise in his voice, as if he himself did not expect to obey your words. He stepped even closer, and now there were only a few inches between you. You felt his fingers lightly touch your wrist, as if checking whether you would let him. You didn't pull your hand away. "But I could use one to ease my nerves," his voice became quieter, deeper, and you felt goosebumps run down your skin.

You wanted to say something witty, but the words stuck in your throat. Instead, you just smiled slightly, holding his gaze.

"Easy your nerves?" you smiled, feeling the alcohol and his closeness breaking down all your barriers.

"You know, I've been trying all evening to figure out how to be alone with you," he whispered, and those words made your insides tighten.

You didn't have time to answer because in the next moment his lips touched yours — at first cautiously, as if he was giving you a chance to back away. But you didn't back away. You responded to the kiss, and it immediately became deeper, more insistent. His hand slid to your waist, and then his fingers slipped slightly under the edge of your top, touching your skin. The touch was like an electric shock, and you felt your knees buckle slightly.

You stood under the house, in the shadows, where the light from the street lamps barely reached. His kiss was confident but not rough, and you lost track of time, immersing yourself in the moment. But suddenly you heard voices—loud laughter and footsteps. Two girls came out of the house, one of them shouting when she saw Jungkook. She said that everyone wanted him to take part in an arm wrestling match.

Jungkook stepped away, glancing at them quickly, and you felt the moment slip away. The girls were drunk, and one of them approached you, paying no attention to you, and literally took him away from you. The girl who took Jungkook dragged him by the arm toward the house, laughing loudly and shouting something about how he "had to beat everyone" in arm wrestling.

He glanced back at you over his shoulder, his eyes still sparkling, but he let himself be led away, reluctantly but without much resistance. Jungkook went into the house, and you stayed outside, still a little excited from the feeling of his palm under your top.

You could have gone back into the house, found Hannah, or just joined in the buzz of the party, but your feet seemed to be glued to the ground. You stood there, staring at the door through which Jungkook had just disappeared, wondering if you should follow him. But something held you back — maybe pride, or maybe the fear that he would no longer pay attention to you once he returned to the noisy crowd. You sighed and sat down on the curb, taking out your phone to distract yourself. Instagram stories, messages from Hannah ("Where are you? I'm in the kitchen, come on over!"), but all you could think about was him.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and you involuntarily looked up, hoping it was Jungkook. But it was just another group of guests who had come out to smoke and were discussing something loudly.

You looked away, feeling your mood slowly sinking. Jungkook never came back to you. You waited a little longer, but finally decided not to chase after him. You returned to the house, found Hana, who was already a little drunk and dancing with Taehyung, and just spent the rest of the evening trying not to think about what had happened.

When the evening was over, you said goodbye to Jungkook with just a quick glance. He was standing with a group of guys, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and just nodded slightly to you with the same cheeky smile. You didn't know why he didn't come over, ask for your number, or say anything else. Maybe for him it was just a moment, one of many that he easily lets go. But you couldn't shake the feeling that your kiss with him had affected you much more deeply than you wanted to admit.

But his words, "I wanted to be alone with you," now sounded like a cheap trick to lower your guard. Who knows what would have happened if that girl hadn't come out to pick up Jungkook? Was there something more between you?

Now, sitting in Taehyung's car on the way to the race, you felt those memories come back with renewed force. Hana kept chattering about how cool it would be to see Jungkook behind the wheel and what a first-class driver he was, while Taehyung joked that he would "put on a show again."

You remained silent, staring out the window at the flashing lights of the city at night. You weren't sure if you were ready to see him again, or if you were ready for him to act as if nothing had happened between you. But no one knew about you, and you had to pretend that you would be interested in the races.

Taehyung's car stopped on the outskirts of an industrial area, where a crowd was already buzzing. The industrial area in Busan was the perfect place for such illegal races: wide asphalt roads, empty warehouses, and no prying eyes. Summer in Busan was hot, and even at night the air remained warm, with a slight hint of the sea.

Taehyung parked, and you and Hannah got out of the car. Music from portable speakers mixed with the roar of engines and the shouts of people. Taehyung led you to a group of guys standing near the improvised "organizers' area" — a few folding chairs and a table with drinks.

He approached each of them and shook their hands, leaning his shoulder against them.

"Hey guys, you remember Y/N, right?" Taehyung shouted so he could be heard better. He quickly introduced you to everyone present because, unlike these guys who recognized you (you couldn't know why), you didn't remember almost any of them. Apparently, they were at the party, the same one where you met Jungkook.

The guys greeted you, each in their own way: Namjoon with a confident smile, Hoseok with a friendly nod, Yoongi raised his eyebrow slightly and greeted you in an indifferent tone, Jimin winked cheerfully, and Jin bowed theatrically, making everyone laugh. You noticed that they looked relaxed and cheerful, and it was captivating.

You felt a strange excitement inside, waiting for the one man you couldn't find in the crowd. Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers, and you turned your head toward the road. A Mercedes-AMG GT R roared to the finish line, followed by a BMW and an Audi.

The cars stopped, and the crowd began to chant:

"JK! JK!"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately realized that Jungkook was behind the wheel of the Mercedes. He got out of the car, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and highlighted the tattoo on his arm. Dark, worn jeans sat low on his hips, and black sneakers completed the look. His hair was slightly tousled, and he looked as attractive as ever, you would even say perfect. His face was lit up with the cheeky smile you remembered from the party.

Jungkook approached the crowd, where he was immediately surrounded, greeted, and patted on the back. His eyes scanned the crowd, and suddenly he stopped when he saw you. His smile softened, becoming almost intimate. His eyebrows rose slightly. He was pleasantly surprised to see you here.

When the crowd finally let Jungkook go, he approached his friends, where you were standing next to Hannah, who was in Taehyung's arms. Jungkook hugged each of his friends, accepting their greetings, and then his eyes met yours again.

"Hi," he said softly, as if you hadn't seen each other in weeks, but had just been talking.

"Hi," you replied, feeling a rush of heat wash over your body, and barely managed to respond.

From further conversations and actions, you realized that it was Jimin who had organized the whole event. A moment later, he was on an improvised stage made of folding chairs, raising his hand to call everyone to silence. His energy ignited the crowd, and even in the chaos of shouting and music, he easily commanded attention.

"All right, listen up! It's time for the final race!" he proclaimed, and the crowd erupted in cheers. "Me, Jungkook, and Jin! And, as always, according to tradition, everyone takes a passenger!"

You heard the crowd cheer with shouts, applause, and whistles. You also started clapping along with everyone else, not noticing that Jungkook was right behind you.

Jimin explained that the tradition of taking a passenger began as a joke a few years ago when one of the racers took a friend with him to "show off" his skills. Over time, it became a ritual: the passenger adds weight to the car, making the race more difficult, but at the same time it's a way to show what you're capable of when the stakes are high.

"It's like a dance with risk," Jimin added with a smile, and the crowd roared again. He climbed down from the stool and pointed at Taehyung. "You're with me, bro!" Taehyung laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, and Hannah clapped her hands happily.

Jin, standing nearby, put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and declared:

"I'll take my queen." She rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly accustomed to his theatricality. All eyes turned to Jungkook, and only when you saw everyone looking behind you did you realize that he had been standing there the whole time.

"Who will you take for the final chord, buddy?" Jimin asked, still hugging Taehyung.

Jungkook glanced at you. You looked away for a moment, confused, but he looked straight ahead, and everyone around understood who Jungkook's passenger would be.

"Will you ride with me?" he asked with a playful smile, and you almost fainted. Take part in the race? With Jungkook? Be alone with him in a cramped car? You unconsciously took a step aside, shaking your head in denial.

"I... no... I won't go. I'm afraid of speed," you muttered, feeling a wave of heat run down your back.

Standing nearby, Taehyung laughed:

"Jungkook is more skilled at speed than a bus driver at 70 km/h. You're in safe hands!"

Jungkook just smiled, tilting his head slightly.

"If you're afraid, you don't have to go. I'm not forcing you," he added, but in his eyes you saw a challenge mixed with something warm, almost tender.

Hannah, who was standing next to you, suddenly nudged you with her elbow and whispered,

"Are you serious? Don't refuse, he wants you. This is your chance to charm him," she winked, and you felt your resistance weakening. You looked at Jungkook, at his calm confidence, and nodded. It was a chance, and you had to take it.

You approached the Mercedes-AMG GT R, feeling your heart pound. Jungkook opened the passenger door, letting you go first. You sat down, smelling the leather interior and the light scent of his perfume.

Next to Jungkook's Mercedes was Jimin's Audi, where he and Taehyung sat, and on the other side was Jin's Mustang, where he was already sitting with his girlfriend.

Jungkook got behind the wheel. You looked around the interior awkwardly, expecting something completely crazy. Jungkook adjusted everything around him to make it as comfortable as possible, checking the dashboard, mirrors, steering wheel, and seats.

He started the engine, and then you suddenly felt him lean toward you. His hand slid to the seat belt. His face was so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

"It's safer this way," he said quietly, and his fingers lightly touched your shoulder, causing a tremor inside you. You glanced at him, trying to hide how much his closeness embarrassed you.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker in the crowd shouted:

"Cops! They'll be here in a couple of minutes, get out of here!"

The crowd scrambled, cars began to drive away, and Jungkook cursed under his breath. He gripped the steering wheel and said,

"Hold on tight," and the Mercedes roared away with such a roar that you clung to your seat, feeling adrenaline rush through your veins.

He raced through the industrial zone, maneuvering between other cars with incredible precision. Police sirens blared somewhere behind you, but Jungkook remained calm, his hands firmly on the wheel, his gaze focused. You were scared, but you couldn't help but admire his skill — every turn was smooth, every movement deliberate. You felt fear mixed with a strange sense of trust in him.

Jungkook drove out of the industrial zone and headed for the Busan waterfront. The sirens grew quieter but could still be heard in the distance. He slammed on the brakes near the beach. Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt and said to you,

"Quick, follow me!" he commanded. With trembling hands, you unbuckled your seatbelt and ran after him, feeling your heart pounding with adrenaline and panic.

In an instant, he grabbed your hand and you ran together along the beach toward the ocean. Jungkook stopped at the shore and turned to you.

"Take your clothes off," he said, already pulling off his T-shirt and jeans, leaving only his boxers on. You froze.

"What? Why?" Your voice trembled with cold and confusion.

"The police will be looking for whoever ran away from the race. If we're in the water in our underwear, they'll think we're just a couple on the beach," he explained, throwing his clothes into the sand. He buried the car keys underneath them.

You heard sirens getting closer and, without hesitation, quickly pulled off your top and pants, leaving you in your black underwear. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you into the water. The cold sea water burned your skin, and you involuntarily pressed yourself against him as he hugged you, shielding you from the cold.

Your faces were only a few inches apart, and you were still trembling in his arms. His gaze was mischievous, probably amused by your frightened look.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you," he said softly, and his voice sounded so calm that you involuntarily relaxed.

You stood in the water, looking at each other. You felt his arm tighten around your waist.

"You can wrap your legs around me, it'll be warmer if you're close," he suggested. You listened to him without hesitation. In a moment, you were already pressing yourself against his chest, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was pressing against your pussy.

Jungkook put his hands on your butt, pressing your body against his in the water, and you felt his warmth surround you. You involuntarily squeezed his shoulders, catching him looking at your lips.

He smiled, and the moment between you became so intimate that you could no longer ignore the throbbing between your legs, which was growing stronger.

"You probably think I'm an asshole," he said, and you felt his voice rumbling in your chest.

"Why do you think I think that?" you asked, barely restraining yourself from looking at his lips.

"We kissed, and I didn't even take your phone number," said Jungkook, and you snorted.

"I’m think, if you didn't take my number, it means you didn't like the kiss," you said ironically. Jungkook chuckled. His gaze fell on your lips again and lingered there.

"Can I tell you the truth?" Jungkook asked, leaning slightly toward your cheek. He noticed two police officers approaching you in the distance behind you.

"Go ahead," you said briefly, feeling your breath catch.

"I liked the kiss so much that I wanted to fuck you," Jungkook confessed right then and there into your ear. His words made the throbbing between your legs grow stronger, and a powerful wave of heat ran through your body, seeming to warm the water around you. "I would have done it if we hadn't been interrupted, but when they took me away, I decided you were too good for someone like me, baby."

You froze, feeling Jungkook's words still echoing in your head, his hands holding you tightly by the ass, pressing you against his warm body. So he planned to fuck you but was afraid that you weren't the type to sleep with a stranger? You wanted to ask him why he had made such assumptions about you, but the beams of approaching headlights and the voices of police officers brought you back to reality with a jolt.

"Hey, you two there, get out of the water!" one of the police officers shouted, his voice sounding stern but with a hint of fatigue. Jungkook didn't lose his composure. He moved away slightly but didn't let go of you, his hands remaining on your buttocks as if to protect you.

"What's up, officer?" he replied with an innocent smile, his tone calm, almost playful. "We're here with my girlfriend, trying to end our date romantically, you know. And someone ruined the moment, by the way."

You felt your stomach tighten at the words "my girlfriend," but you didn't argue, realizing it was part of his plan. The police officer shone his flashlight in your direction, and you involuntarily pressed closer to Jungkook, trying to hide your trembling—from the cold, the adrenaline, and what he had just said to you.

"Is that your car over there, near the beach entrance?" asked the second police officer, pointing toward the promenade where the Mercedes was parked. Jungkook shook his head, maintaining his composure.

"No, officer, we came on foot. We wanted to swim, enjoy the night," he added with a slight note of irritation, sighing theatrically. You barely suppressed a smile, impressed by how naturally he played his role.

The police officers exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what to do.

"Do you have your documents?" one of them asked. Jungkook shrugged, his arms still wrapped around you, keeping you warm.

"We left them at home. We weren't planning getting caught in a police raid, just a little fun at the end of the evening," he replied, his voice so convincing that even you felt embarrassed by his words. The police officers seemed to feel just as awkward.

"So you didn't see who drove up in the Mercedes? Maybe you saw some people nearby?" asked the second cop, who had a rough voice. Jungkook shrugged, and that's when you decided to contribute to the big lie that Jongkook had so skillfully created.

"I just remembered that when we were approaching the water, I saw a guy running to the bar on the other side of the beach. I don't know if he was driving a Mercedes, but he was running so fast that it seemed strange to me," you lied, putting confidence in your voice.

Jungkook barely held back a smile when he heard your lie, his eyes flashing with mischievous pride, but he kept himself under control, maintaining an innocent expression. You felt his fingers squeeze your buttocks lightly, as if in approval. The police officers exchanged glances, clearly interested in your information.

"A bar, you say?" asked the one with the rough voice, turning his head toward the waterfront. "All right, we'll check it out. Don't stay here too long, they're predicting a storm warning in the morning," he added, and they took one last look at you before heading toward the bar, their flashlights swaying in the darkness.

When their silhouettes were still visible through the darkness, Jungkook chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath your palms.

"That's genius, baby," he said with obvious satisfaction in his voice, leaning closer to your ear. "Those two idiots will now be wandering around clubs looking for some imaginary guy. You gave us time to escape."

You smiled, feeling the adrenaline and his closeness making your heart beat faster.

"I had to look as convincing as possible," you replied, shrugging slightly. But you were still shivering from the cold, and Jungkook noticed.

"We have to wait until they're out of sight before we get dressed and run to the car," he said, his voice becoming more serious, but with the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "But, you know, for the sake of credibility, we should add a little more... because that skinny guy keeps turning his head to look at us..." He smiled slyly, and you felt the heat rush through your body again.

"It's important to be convincing to the end, right?" you replied, raising your eyebrow playfully, and before you could finish, Jungkook leaned over and kissed you. His lips were hot, so hungry that you felt a desire growing in your lower abdomen.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands sliding over his wet shoulders, squeezing them as if looking for support. His tongue explored your mouth, and you felt his body tense as he pressed even closer to you. You couldn't help but notice how obvious his arousal had become, his cock pressing firmly against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Jungkook broke away from the kiss, his breathing heavy, a smile playing on his lips.

"You're dangerous," he said hoarsely, his eyes shining in the moonlight. "My cock is too sensitive to your kisses."

You laughed, feeling the heat rush to your face, but his words only intensified the throbbing between your legs.

"Maybe you just lack self-control?" you joked, but your voice betrayed a slight tremor.

He smiled slyly, but his gaze became more serious.

"We'll deal with my self-control a little later. We have to go. If we want to escape, now is the best time."

You quickly climbed out of the water, and you felt his eyes slide over your body in black lingerie as you shook the sand off your clothes. But you didn't notice how intently he was looking at you. Jungkook was already imagining his hands removing your underwear, fulfilling what he had promised in the water. A plan was forming in his head, and he was determined to make this night even more unforgettable.

You quickly pulled on your clothes — your top and pants clung to your wet skin, and Jungkook, putting on his jeans and tank top, looked like the sexiest man in the world. Because of how he had ignited your desire in the water, your imagination was running wild. The anticipation that there would be more than just kissing between you tonight made you feel excited.

Jungkook retrieved the keys from the sand, and you ran to the car. Getting into the Mercedes, he instantly started the engine and sped away, leaving the parking lot at such a speed that you clung to the seat again. He raced through the night city, dodging cars, and you felt the excitement of escaping from the police mixed with another, more intimate feeling that was growing between you.

He sped along the dark roads, but this time the speed didn't scare you as much — you trusted his skill. After some time, he turned off the road onto a semi-wild beach where there was no one around. The car stopped on the shoulder, parked so as not to disturb others, although it was unlikely that anyone would come here at night. Jungkook turned off the headlights but left the engine running and turned to you, his eyes shining in the semi-darkness of the cabin, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Now I'm curious, are you really as innocent as you seem at first glance? Not everyone can lie to the police so convincingly," he said, with a slight hoarseness in his voice.

You tilted your head and asked playfully,

"Do you want to find out?" you replied, raising an eyebrow and smiling as defiantly as he did. His eyes darkened, and you saw his jaw tense slightly, as if he were restraining himself from pouncing on you right then and there.

"I have a terrible desire to find out what you're really like," he said, leaning closer.

His hand slid down your thigh, and you felt your breathing become ragged. He kissed you again, slower this time, but with such intensity that you felt your whole body melt under his touch. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet, warm marks, and his hands slid under your top, touching your skin.

You didn't resist, giving in to the moment. Your hand slid over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the thin fabric of the T-shirt he was wearing. You felt his body tense at your touch, and it only fueled your own desire. His fingers hooked the edge of your top, slowly pulling it up, followed by your bra, and you let him do it, feeling the cool air from the open window mix with the heat of his hands.

His hands slowly pulled your top off, exposing your breasts, and you felt his gaze devour every inch of your body. Jungkook leaned down and touched your nipple with his tongue, as if tasting it, and you involuntarily arched your back, feeling pleasure pierce through you. His lips caressed your breasts gently but confidently, while his fingers played with your other nipple, eliciting quiet moans that you couldn't hold back. The throbbing between your legs became unbearable, and you felt your underwear getting even wetter. Your aroused clitoris demanded attention, but you couldn't say anything.

As if sensing your thoughts, Jungkook slid his hand down to your pants. His lips captured yours in another insatiable kiss, and his hand slipped unhindered under the elastic waistband, deftly parting your folds. When Jungkook touched your clitoris, he broke away from your lips and breathed softly into your mouth. You were wet, so wet that he could feel your juices generously moistening his fingers.

"Is this all for me?" he asked, hinting at the amount of moisture you were producing. You don't know if anyone else has ever made you this wet, but the thought of sex with Jungkook made you almost leak.

Your hips began to move to meet his movements on your clitoris. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you, and you squeezed his shoulders, trying to hold back. He continued to explore you, and you felt yourself approaching the edge, your body tensing with pleasure.

Jungkook left your clitoris and slid two fingers into your passage while sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moaned, feeling the pressure on your walls, unaware of how tight your pussy was making Jungkook hungry for you.

"If my fingers are tight in this pussy, what will happen if I fill it with my cock?" Jungkook thought as he fucked you with his fingers. He knew it would be good inside you because you were clearly not the type of girl who had many partners, and you had to be tight, but how tight?

His fingers moved rhythmically, plunging deep into you, and his thumb returned to your clitoris from time to time, causing new waves of pleasure. Your body trembled, and you felt everything inside squeeze around his fingers, as if trying to absorb them even deeper.

You grabbed his hair, pulling gently, and it only seemed to fuel his desire. Jungkook raised his head, his eyes burning with a dark fire as he looked at you.

"You're so sensitive," he whispered, his voice thick with excitement, "I wonder what you sound like when you can't hold back anymore."

You were breathing fast and hard, unable to respond because of his actions. Jungkook suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, and you involuntarily gasped at the sudden emptiness. His hand reached for the buttons and your seat slid back, and in a moment the seat back reclined.

When the seat was fully reclined, Jungkook touched the waistband of your pants, pulled them down, and you reflexively lifted your hips so he could pull them off. You lay almost completely naked in front of him. Jungkook was still dressed, and that excited you. He touched the palm of his hand between your legs and leaned toward you. He kissed your lips briefly but eagerly, then whispered,

"I want to taste you, will you let me?"

Your heart beat even faster at his words, and you felt heat flood your body. His voice, low and saturated with desire, made your skin tingle. You couldn't find the words, just nodded, looking into his dark eyes, which seemed bottomless in the dim light of the car interior.

Jungkook smiled—a barely noticeable but sly smile that promised you this experience would be unforgettable. He slowly lowered himself. His hand grabbed you under the knee and lifted your leg onto his shoulder, spreading you wider.

You felt the cold air touch your bare skin, but that chill instantly melted away as his hot breath approached your crotch.

His tongue touched you—first gently, as if testing, then more confidently, sliding over your clitoris with such skill that you involuntarily arched your back. Your fingers found his hair and lost themselves in it, and a quiet moan escaped your lips. Jungkook seemed to sense your reaction, because his movements became more insistent, his tongue circling your sensitive spot, and then he sucked it lightly, making you shudder with pleasure.

"Fuck..." you cursed softly. You couldn't stop your legs from trembling as he continued to caress you, his hands holding your hips firmly, not allowing you to pull away. He seemed to enjoy your reaction, the moan you tried to stifle by biting your lip.

He lifted his head for a moment, his lips glistening with your moisture, his eyes shining with a wild mixture of triumph and desire.

"You taste better than I imagined," he said, and those words made your cheeks flush even more. Without giving you time to respond, he lowered himself again, this time adding his fingers, which entered you, continuing his rhythmic movements. His tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony, bringing you to the brink.

Your body tensed, every muscle contracting in anticipation of the orgasm that was building at a frantic pace. You tried to grab onto something, your fingers sliding across the leather seat, but finding no support.

"Jungkook, I... I..." you whispered, but he only intensified his movements, as if knowing that you were already on the verge. When the wave of pleasure finally washed over you, a long, loud moan escaped your lips. Your body trembled, but Jungkook didn't stop, continuing to caress you until you began to shake from excessive sensitivity. Only then did he slowly pull away, his lips wet and his eyes burning with satisfaction.

He stood up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and leaned down to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and it only heightened your arousal, even though it seemed impossible.

"Damn, your moans are so sexy, I want to hear more," he said. You smiled at his compliment. "I want to fuck you," he declared.

You could still feel the waves of orgasm dissolving between your legs, but it didn't seem like enough. You wanted to feel him fill you up.

"Then what are you waiting for?" you asked confidently. Jungkook's eyes flashed with undisguised desire.

"You're so tight, baby, I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he admitted honestly. You raised your eyebrows, barely containing your insolence.

"Are you really that big that you think I won't be able to handle it? I've had sex before, with more than one person, and I managed somehow," you said a smile playing on your lips and your eyes flashing with playful confidence. You knew your words would hurt him, and that was exactly what you wanted — to test how far he would go.

Jungkook froze for a moment, his eyes darkening and his jaw tensing. His smile became dangerous, and you felt a slight chill run down your spine, mixed with anticipation.

"You definitely haven't had anyone like me, and you probably never will," he said, his voice low, almost threatening, but at the same time soaked in such desire that your heart skipped a beat.

"So do you really think that, or are you just trying to up your value?" you asked sarcastically, raising the tension between you. Jungkook chuckled quietly.

"Oh, baby, you just made a big mistake," he leaned closer, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath. "You think you can challenge me and get away with it?" he whispered, his voice velvety. "I'll make you regret those words, and believe me, you not just can’t endure it — you'll beg me to stop... and I won't until you come around my cock."

You felt your body react to his words, the throbbing between your legs returning even though you tried to hide how much he turned you on. But Jungkook seemed to see right through you. His hand slowly slid down your waist and then squeezed your thigh tightly, making you flinch slightly.

"So far, all I hear is talk… But if you do, I'll try not to beg you," you said, letting Jungkook know that you were a worthy opponent. He smiled slightly and finally moved away from you.

Jungkook leaned back, his hands reaching for the belt of his jeans. You saw his muscles tense as he unbuttoned jeans, and your gaze involuntarily slid to the outline of his arousal, which the fabric could no longer hide.

"Get a condom from the glove compartment," he asked, pulling down his jeans. You sat up straight, then leaned over to the glove compartment. Inside was a small leather folder with a Mercedes logo, obviously a car manual, and a new, sealed pack of condoms. For a moment, the thought flashed through your mind about how often he had sex with other girls here. And you tried to quickly dismiss these thoughts, feeling a pang of jealousy.

You took one condom out of a small black and purple box labeled "ultra thin" and handed it to him. Jungkook cut the foil and stretched it along its entire length with a few deft movements.

When you saw Jungkook's size, you could barely control the expression on your face. It was big. Without exaggeration, it was big, and you already regretted teasing him. You knew it would hurt when he entered you, but would his size bring you pleasure, or would it be nothing but discomfort? You didn't know because you had never had one that big before.

Jungkook turned to you, his hand easily cupping your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

"Well, let's see if you can handle me."

He climbed on top of you, resting his feet on either side of your hips. One of your legs ended up on his shoulder, and the other touched the dashboard. You couldn't take your eyes off his hard cock, and that only intensified the throbbing between your legs. He hung over you, and you felt his gaze piercing through you. Excitement and fear mixed into one continuous sensation.

The tip of his cock touched your entrance. You held your breath as he began to enter. You took him in a few inches, your wetness, which was abundant again, facilitating penetration, but when the head of his cock reached the place where the membrane had once been, you recoiled, feeling a sudden pain.

Jungkook stopped when you screamed. Your hands squeezed his biceps. He waited no more than a few seconds and pressed into your passage. You screamed again, but this time biting your lip. You closed your eyes and your nails dug into his skin with barely noticeable pain.

"Open your eyes," you heard his low voice as he continued to sink into you. You opened your eyes, but your face was contorted with pain. "You said you could handle it... I want to see your eyes when you take me all the way in."

His words, tinged with confidence and a slight mockery, made your heart beat wildly, but the pain that accompanied his slow penetration overshadowed everything.

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back a moan that was more from discomfort than pleasure. Jungkook saw it, his eyes watching closely for the change in your face, but he didn't stop, moving slowly but inexorably.

"Come on, show me how strong you are," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, but with an iron confidence in it. His hand slid gently across your cheek, contrasting with the insistence of his movements below. You could feel him filling you, and although the pain gradually mixed with the warmth growing in your lower abdomen, you still struggled with the feeling that he was too big for you.

Your nails dug into his skin harder, leaving red marks, but Jungkook seemed to only enjoy it. He leaned closer, his lips touching your ear:

"You regret it, don't you? But I haven't even begun to prove to you how wrong you were."

He paused for a moment, allowing you to get used to the sensation, and you felt your body slowly relax, adapting to him. Your wetness made the movement easier, and the pain began to recede, giving way to a new wave of warmth. Jungkook noticed the change in your breathing, the slight tremor in your hips, and his smile widened.

"There," he said, moving forward slowly, "are you starting to feel me?" His hand slid to your clitoris, and his fingers began to caress it gently but confidently, adding sweet pleasure to the pain. You moaned involuntarily, this time with pleasure, and your hips instinctively moved to meet his movements.

Jungkook began to move more rhythmically, his thrusts deep but controlled. Each of his movements made your body tremble, and you felt the pain finally dissolve, giving way to wild pleasure. His fingers on your clitoris did not stop, and his lips found yours, capturing them in a greedy kiss that drowned out your moans.

It was pure ecstasy. The pleasure grew alongside some wild sensation. You felt he so deeply inside you that it began to seem too much. You tried to keep your promise not to beg him, but it was almost impossible. The deeper and more intensely Jungkook fucked you, the more you couldn't handle it.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, but he didn't seem to hear you. Jungkook kissed your neck, sucking on your skin, and you felt a slight tingling sensation where his lips had just been. "Jungkook... it's too much..." you whispered again, feeling your body approaching another orgasm faster than you could imagine. "Please... stop..." Your voice faltered, but you weren't sure if you really wanted him to stop. The pleasure became so intense that it seemed almost unbearable.

Instead of answering, you felt his lips on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, intertwining with yours. He broke away from your lips, his eyes shining with triumph.

"Stop? Oh, someone who said they wouldn't beg seems is begging," his voice was mocking and low. His breathing was a little uneven as he continued to fuck you. "You're not getting that, baby. I said I'd stop only when you came for me. And believe me, it will be the best you've ever felt."

His words only added fuel to the fire, and you felt your body betrayally respond to him. Jungkook picked up the pace, his movements becoming more insistent, his fingers working faster on your clit, bringing you to the edge. His large cock seemed to tear you apart from the inside.

"Jungkook, I can't... please..." you begged, your eyes clouded with tears of pleasure, but he only leaned closer, his lips touching your ear.

"You can, and you'll do it for me," he whispered, his voice full of authority. "Come on, beautiful, cum for me. Show me how much you can take."

Those words were the final push. Your body arched as the orgasm washed over you with such force that you cried out, unable to hold back. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before—powerful, all-consuming, as if every cell in your body exploded with pleasure. Your walls tightened around him, and Jungkook groaned as he felt you pulsing. His movements became more urgent as he approached his own peak, but he didn't stop, continuing to thrust you through your orgasm, making your body tremble with hypersensitivity.

"Yeahh," he rasped, his voice trembling with tension. His own orgasm overwhelmed him a few seconds later, and he thrust one last time, his body tensing as he came inside the condom.

Jungkook collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his forehead touching yours. You were still trembling, trying to catch your breath, feeling the afterglow of orgasm spread through your body. He lifted his head, his eyes now softer but still burning with satisfaction.

"Are you still going to say you handled me?" he asked with a sly smile, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "Do you admit I was right?"

You smiled weakly.

"You... you won," you whispered, and his laughter, low and satisfied, filled the car. Jungkook kissed your lips one last time, gently and with great pleasure. He climbed off you and sat in the driver's seat.

The car was stuffy and smelled of sex mixed with Jungkook's perfume. You got dressed at your own pace, and then Jungkook got out of the car to relieve himself and throw away the used condom.

When he returned to the car, he started the engine and turned back onto the highway leading to Busan. You were silent for a few minutes while you checked your phone, which was overflowing with messages from Hannah. She was worried whether you and Jungkook had managed to get away from the cops. You wrote to her that everything was fine and locked your phone.

You looked up at the road and only then realized that Jungkook was driving somewhere with purpose.

"Where are we going?" you asked, turning to him. He glanced at you lazily, stretching his lips into a slight smile.

"To my friend's repair shop," he replied. You raised your eyebrows, wondering why you needed to go there. It was almost 5 a.m., and you felt the fatigue and sleepless night taking their toll.

"Why are we going to your friend's place? Is something wrong with the car?" you asked.

"No, the car is fine. My friend is going to replace my license plates because these are definitely in the police registry. And I still need my bird," Jungkook replied.

You tilted your head, thinking about his words, and suddenly a thought flashed through your mind.

"Wait, is it even legal to change license plates like that?" you asked, frowning slightly. You knew that license plates were issued by a special agency when a vehicle was registered, and something about this situation seemed wrong to you. Your curiosity mixed with slight concern, and you looked intently at Jungkook, waiting for his reaction.

He glanced at you quickly, then his lips stretched into a wider, almost cheeky smile.

"You're right, baby, it's not exactly legal," he admitted, his voice calm but with a hint of defiance. "But I have no other choice. If I keep these plates, at best I'll lose my license for participating in illegal races. And in the worst case," Jungkook shrugged, but his eyes remained serious. "They'll take my car away and slap me with a 7 million won fine. And I'm not ready to part with my baby bird."

You remained silent, not knowing how to respond to his candor. His words sounded so matter-of-fact, as if breaking the law was a common occurrence for him. Thoughts swirled in your head: Who was he really? And what had you gotten yourself into by getting into this car? But at the same time, you couldn't deny that the adrenaline and danger that accompanied Jungkook only drew you to him more.

He noticed your thoughtfulness and, holding the steering wheel with one hand, leaned closer to you.

"Don't worry," he said softly, but with a note of confidence. "We'll sort everything out quickly, and I'll take you home, I promise." His voice was reassuring, but you still felt a slight uneasiness.

You nodded in agreement, and silence fell over the car. You leaned back in your seat, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over you. It was five in the morning, you had been up all night, the adrenaline from everything that had happened and the intense orgasm Jungkook had given you were all mixed together, making your thoughts chaotic.

Jungkook suddenly reached for the center console where his phone was lying and picked it up. He turned on the screen and handed you the device.

"Write down your number," he said, "I don't want to repeat my past mistake and lose you again."

You took the phone, feeling your fingers tremble slightly — either from fatigue or from his words. After entering your number, you handed the phone back to him, and your fingers touched lightly, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin.

You couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. What kind of relationship was this? A one-time fling or something more? His words about "past mistake" buzzed in your head, but you didn't dare ask what he meant.

Jungkook put his phone back and focused on the road.

"You're afraid of all this, aren't you?" he broke the silence, without taking his eyes off the road. "I mean, all this... illegal stuff."

"I just... don't know what to think about it. It's all a bit... unexpected," you sighed, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Jungkook laughed, and for some reason, the sound calmed your nerves.

"You'll have to get used to it. It's never boring with me."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"I already figured that out," you said. Jungkook was mysterious with a forbidden vibe, but for some reason, despite all the warning signs, you felt like you wanted to get to know him better.

When you finally pulled up to the service station, the sky was already beginning to lighten. Jungkook turned off the engine and turned to you.

"Wait here, I'll be quick."

You nodded, leaning back in your seat, and watched him disappear into the building. Your head was filled with thoughts about him, about this crazy night. But one thing you knew for sure: with Jungkook, your life would definitely not be the same as before.

✍🏻 AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey, my dear army 💜 I wrote something for you here, and the time I'm posting this one-time shot is September 1 🤭 (actually, it's still August 31 in my country, but in Korea it's already September 1).

This is the day when the love of my life came into the world.

I diligently wrote (as best I could, but never finished) chapter 20 of "One Night..." but I thought I should give you something with Chonguk on his birthday 🙏🏻🤭

So I wrote this! The idea for this fanfic had been in my head for a long time, but only now have I been able to write it the way I wanted it to be written 💞 I really hope you like my gift to you on his birthday 🥰

I truly love this man and wish him the greatest happiness on this planet that a person can have. He deserves the whole world for the simple reason that he is an amazing person who combines many wonderful qualities that make him the ideal man in my eyes.

Jungkook is truly "golden" because everything he touches turns to gold or something that people adore. I wish him that the heavy burden of his fame becomes light for him, that no evil touches him, neither physically nor morally.

He changed my life, my attitude towards myself, my perception of the people around me. Thanks to him, this blog has become successful, because if it weren't for him, I might never have started writing. Thanks to him, I met so many wonderful people who gave me so much love that I never even suspected it could exist in such a form. He really made my life golden 💛

Hurriedly browsing through the ads, you almost lost hope of finding something decent, but then you stumbled upon this apartment. Good price, decent size, quiet and fairly decent area of Seoul. It seemed that luck had finally smiled on you.

The residential complex you moved into was modern: several high-rise buildings with panoramic windows, surrounded by greenery, with a 24-hour store and parking nearby.

Your new apartment was on the third floor, overlooking the courtyard and the neighboring building of the complex, which stood opposite, forming the letter "U." The windows of the apartments in these buildings faced each other, allowing you to see the silhouettes or details of your neighbors' lives if you didn't close the curtains.

You first met Jungkook near the mailboxes in the lobby of the building. He was standing there, scrolling through his phone, wearing a black T-shirt that didn't hide his muscular body and showed off his tattooed arm, and jeans with several rips. His double lip piercing glinted in the light of the lamps as he looked up and gave you an appraising glance.

You knew guys like him: charming, confident, with a smile that made girls lose their heads. Your seductive appearance and self-confidence attracted them like a magnet. Your past was full of fleeting romances, but now you weren't looking for a relationship or a one-night stand. Although, somewhere deep inside, you felt a slight impulse: you might have slept with him.

So you started seeing him everywhere you went. You often saw him standing on the balcony, which was one floor below yours and directly opposite your windows. You remember how he waved at you, and you just smiled and quickly disappeared, closing the curtains so he couldn't see you as if through a magnifying glass.

He noticed that you didn't have a boyfriend and began to actively try to seduce you. But you clearly showed him that you weren't interested in his advances, yet Jungkook proved to be persistent in his intentions.

Your encounters became more frequent: in the store, in the parking lot, near the elevator. A strange mixture of friendly conversation and constant sexual tension arose between you. He made hints, you skillfully deflected them, but that only fueled him. You liked how he tried, how his eyes lit up when you rebuffed him with another witty remark. You knew he was a player, but he had a charisma that made him not just another womanizer, but someone who intrigued you.

Sometimes, over dinner at the 24-hour store, you talked about sex. He might say something like:

"You know that one day I'm going to drag you to bed,"

And you replied with a laugh:

"It's okay to dream, Jungkook."

It was so much fun to brush him off, and you secretly enjoyed your little game.

Jungkook loved to provoke you by asking rather explicit questions like "how do you like it," "when did you first do it," "how long can you last," "how many times have you cum the most." You answered some questions, but left others unanswered to add fuel to the fire you saw ignite in Jungkook when you discussed this topic.

From your conversations, you also learned that Jungkook was a tattoo artist, and he even offered to give you a tattoo. You laughed when he said he could tattoo your bikini area, chest, or under your breasts for free. You said you would think about his offer.

One evening, on your way home from work, you ran into Jungkook near the entrance to your building. With a cigarette in his hand, he paid you a bold compliment:

"Doll, your skirt is driving me crazy, it's shorter than my patience, and you can't even imagine how much it's limping today."

You rolled your eyes with demonstrative, but you couldn't hide the corners of your lips twitching into a smile. This cheeky, confident tone had already become his trademark. Jungkook was just like that — he said what he thought and wasn't ashamed that he had as much passion in his head as he had tattoos on his body.

"It seems your imagination works better than your self-control," you replied with a hint of flirtation that you didn't allow yourself with anyone else.

He laughed — quietly, hoarsely — and took another drag.

"You know," he said, exhaling smoke, "I like that you pretend to be aloof. It only fuels my interest."

"Actually, sir, I'm not pretending to be aloof. I just don't fall for cheap tricks."

After that, he disappeared for a few days. Even the lights in his apartment were off. During those two days, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. And you were afraid to admit to yourself that what you were missing was Jungkook, his bold compliments, and his undressing gaze.

After his brief disappearance, Jungkook reappeared, and you began to notice that he brought a new girl home every week. Sometimes you saw him kissing someone on the balcony or going out for a smoke, and silhouettes flashed in his apartment. Somewhere deep down, you felt a twinge — not jealousy, but something like curiosity. You imagined yourself in those girls' shoes, but quickly dismissed those thoughts.

The fact that he stopped chasing you and you almost stopped seeing each other affected your state of mind. That's why the urge to get drunk was almost obsessive.

You went to a restaurant with your colleagues after work and drank more than two bottles of soju so as not to feel the terrible disappointment that Jungkook had given up his attempts to win you over. It seemed that he was tired of your aloof behavior and started doing what he did before he met you, having a new girlfriend whenever he wanted.

You came home well after midnight. The taxi took you there quickly, and you staggered up to your apartment. You went inside and turned on the light in the hallway, which flowed smoothly into a spacious living room with a soft sofa and a TV. The large panoramic window was open, and you didn't even notice that it wasn't closed.

You took off your shoes, which were hurting your toes, and breathed a sigh of relief. You walked over to the sofa, feeling the stuffiness caused by the daytime temperature on your skin. It was so hot that it seemed that it was probably cooler in hell.

You stopped by the sofa and took off your shirt and skirt. The skirt slid down your thighs, and you bent over to pick it up, but you only managed to do so on your second attempt.

You had no idea that on the balcony opposite, a pair of eyes was watching your every move. Jungkook was standing there smoking after his second time with the girl he had tattooed a few days ago. He was wearing only boxer shorts and was in the absolute darkness of the night. Only the faint glow of his cigarette illuminated his face from time to time.

The light in your apartment turned on just as he lit his cigarette. Jungkook saw you approach the window and sway slightly. Your perfect figure was visible almost in full height. He saw you start to undress right in front of him, clearly forgetting about the curtain that you had never forgotten to close before.

Jungkook almost dropped the cigarette he was holding between his fingers when you took off your skirt and bent over toward him, showing off your luscious buttocks. Although your windows were at a certain distance, he could clearly see your seductive curves.

Your ass was perfectly shaped, and he felt his cock throbbing. Jungkook looked at his crotch and laughed to himself. The way he reacted to your naked body surprised even him.

Jungkook took another long drag, inhaling the smoke to calm himself down while you were still bent over and he could see the outline of your pussy, and fuck, he wanted to fuck you even harder than before.

You finally straightened up and turned around. Jungkook put out his cigarette so that the faint flame would not reveal his presence and watched as you approached the window, giving him a better view of your underwear: it was a leopard-print bra and thong set. You didn't check to see if anyone was watching you, you just closed the curtains. But not completely, leaving a gap.

Jungkook could still see you walking around the apartment in your underwear. He secretly hoped that you would feel free and take off your bra too, but you didn't. In the end, he watched you until you turned off the light and disappeared into another room.

Jungkook returned to his room and the girl he had just fucked twice. She didn't make him want to touch her to relieve the tension you had aroused in him with your half-naked appearance. He lay down in bed and couldn't stop thinking about your curves and shapes. He imagined taking off that damn leopard-print outfit. Jungkook realized that he wanted you — badly, and if he wanted something badly, he would always get it.

The next morning, your head hurt badly, so you put on some sweatpants, hoodies and went to the 24-hour store to buy something for your hangover. Luckily, it was Saturday, and you were happy that you didn't have to go to work with such a headache.

The door of the 24-hour store opened with a short "ding dong," and immediately a pleasant female voice came from the speaker:

"Welcome."

You sluggishly stepped inside, pulling a black cap over your face so your neighbors wouldn't see how swollen your face was. You greeted the woman from the second floor, who lived right below your apartment, and the man who was your father's age, who always woke up early and walked his cute poodle.

For your hangover, you needed a whole survival kit: a bottle of cold mineral water, banana milk, a pack of ramen, and an ice pack.

Standing in line, you dreamed of only one thing — getting back to bed. But suddenly, someone leaned close enough behind you that you could smell his tobacco and perfume.

"Hmm... judging by your kit, you're either throwing a banana milk party tonight or trying to resurrect yourself after the apocalypse," a familiar voice whispered almost in your ear.

You turned around to meet his sly smile.

"More like the second version," you muttered, turning away. You felt Jungkook lean close to your ear again and lower his voice so that no one could hear you.

"By the way... is your leopard print outfit a trend, or do you just like to be unconventional?"

You froze. Leopard print outfit? The underwear you wore yesterday? You instantly realized that he had seen you when you returned home after dinner with colleagues, but you weren't embarrassed. Slowly turning around, you replied with a sly smile:

"It’s an unconventional move. I never chase fashion."

His gaze darkened for a moment.

"I liked it," he said, not hiding his thoughts.

"Were you watching me?" you asked.

"I just happened to be on the balcony when you came home after midnight. Thanks for the nice view before bed,"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling your cheeks flush, but you weren't going to look away.

"Well, next time you can bring some popcorn," you replied with feigned indifference.

"It's nice to know that there will be a next time, and if there is," he leaned a little closer, "I'd like to see the show without any unnecessary details... like that damn bra, for example."

Fortunately for you, the line in front of you cleared, and you approached the counter. You placed your order on the table. You waited for the clerk to ring up your items when you felt Jungkook's chest touch your back for a moment. A pack of condoms fell near the ramen, and you heard his voice above your head:

"A pack of blueberry-flavored sticks for IQOS."

The salesman froze with the ice pack, the last item you had purchased.

"Will that be one receipt?" he asked. You glanced briefly at Jungkook with dissatisfaction and quickly replied.

"No, no. Count them separately..."

"Count all as one receipt, I'll pay for the girl," he said.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked dissatisfied.

The salesperson shrugged and began to scan everything together.

"Consider it my 'thank you' for the nice view from the balcony," he said, taking the bag and, without asking, taking it in his hand.

"I didn't ask for it, I have money to buy my own groceries," you replied dryly as you left the store.

"I know," he walked alongside you, his steps perfectly in sync with yours, "but I like doing things you don't ask for."

The door closed behind you, and the voice of the woman who greets those who enter rang out again. The cool morning air washed over your cheeks.

"By the way, you were supposed to think about my tattoo offer," said Jungkook, lighting a cigarette.

"I thought about it," you shrugged, "but I'm not sure if I should trust my body to a man who likes to peep."

Jungkook snorted, blowing a thin cloud of smoke to the side so it wouldn't touch you.

"Peeping? You voluntarily put on a show, and I'm not sure I was the only one who could see it."

You stopped, and Jungkook, having taken a few steps, also stopped. You looked at him silently. He shrugged.

"What?"

"Nothing, I don't want to do tattoo," you said indifferently. You approached Jungkook to take your bag. You grabbed the handles and pulled it toward you, but Jungkook didn't let go. You pulled again, but instead of letting go, he took a step forward, coming dangerously close.

"Don't be mad at me, maybe I was the only one who saw you. I wish I was the only one who could see your body," he said seriously. Your expression was indifferent, but your racing heart threatened to betray your true emotions. "Don't jump to conclusions, and think carefully about my offer. I'm ready to give you a tattoo at any moment,"

"Okay," was all you said. Jungkook carefully snatched the bag from your hands and took out the condoms package and sticks for IQOS.

"This is mine," he said with a smile. Jungkook handed you the bag and took a step back, "See you later... kitty," and winked as he walked away.

Another week passed. You began to behave cautiously, and now your curtains were almost always closed, and you no longer changed clothes wherever you wanted; it was either in the bedroom or the bathroom.

During the whole week, you only ran into Jungkook a few times in the elevator, which was crowded with people, and you couldn't even talk.

One day, you noticed that he began to come to home alone for the first time in a long time, without some random girl like usual. You thought maybe you were just imagining things, that maybe you just hadn't run into his entertainment.

Friday evening after work, you went to a 24-hour store to eat ramen. When you got home and saw that the refrigerator was completely empty, you got dressed and went downstairs.

You bought yourself some jajangmyeon, corn dogs, and a chocolate bar. You decided to eat at the store so you wouldn't have to sit at home. You were just stirring the noodles with the sauce when you heard someone enter the store. You turned around and saw Jungkook. He noticed you right away too. He waved at you, and you waved back and turned away to eat.

A few minutes later, a package of the same jajangmyeon, two triangular kimbap, and a Coca-Cola appeared on the table next to you. You looked up at Jungkook, who was standing nearby and looked tired.

"Hi," he said as he came closer, opening a packet of noodles.

"Hi," you replied with your mouth full. Jungkook made himself some noodles and sat down next to you, opened one of the kimbabs, and waited for the noodles to cook.

"What's up, Kook? Things are bad?" you asked. He took a bite of the kimbab without rushing to answer. You watched him examine the filling, and then he finally spoke.

"Things are really bad," he replied irritably. You smiled, seeing him in such a bad mood and without his usual arrogance for the first time.

"What? You did someone’s a bad tattoo, or some girl give you a bad blowjob?" you asked ironically. Jungkook looked at you and his lips twitched into a smile.

"Even if I had the worst blowjob ever, I would still be happy," he replied sadly. You took a bite of your corn dog, and when you turned back, you saw Jungkook staring at your lips. You covered your mouth with your hand so he would look away.

"Ha, seriously? What happened — lost your touch and can't pick anyone up?" you laughed. "Is that why you haven't had a visitor in a week?"

Jongkook smiled slyly, glancing at you.

"Have you been spying on me and noticed that I haven't had a girl for a week?"

You froze with noodles in your mouth. Then you quickly pulled yourself together and replied.

"I wasn't following you, I just noticed,"

Jungkook chuckled and finished his first kimbap.

"You noticed correctly," he emphasized the word "noticed" as he opened a can of Coca-Cola, "I haven't had sex in a week because I made a bet with my friends."

You leaned forward and raised your eyebrows in interest, looking at Jungkook.

"Really? How did you survive a week without sex?" you asked mockingly, feigning surprise. Jungkook didn't appreciate your joke, and you smiled slyly.

"I have to admit, it's really hard," he smiled.

"What was the bet?" you asked. Jungkook took a few big gulps of Coke and replied.

"My friends said I don't think about anything but sex," he began, and you couldn't help but interrupt.

"They're right, so what?"

Jungkook gave you a dissatisfied look, then continued.

"I started arguing with them that I don't only think about sex. It's just my beauty that attracts girls like a magnet, and who am I to refuse a pretty girl who dreams of my dick?" he said. You shut up, turned away, and continued eating. "But they insisted that I couldn't live without sex, so we bet that I could go 30 days without sex,"

Hearing what he had bet with his friends, you almost choked on your noodles. You laughed so loudly that you attracted the attention of everyone in the store. Jungkook gave you an annoyed look, but you covered your mouth and muttered:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But are you serious? You're going to lose that bet."

"Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

Finishing your ramen, you replied:

"Sex is like oxygen to you. You won't be able to hold out."

Jungkook laughed, admitting that he had been holding out for a week, and you yourself noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend.

"Well, maybe you can hold out for another week. That's the maximum," you said confidently.

"I always keep my word," he snapped. You smiled even more slyly.

"What did you bet on?" you asked. Jungkook finally picked up his chajangmyeon and began to season it.

"Money, what else?" he said as if it were obvious.

"It must be a large sum if you agreed to it, because I will never believe that you want to prove that you don't think with your dick," you suggested and saw Jungkook smile broadly, not hiding the fact that you were right.

"Yes, it's a large sum, 2 million won,"

Your eyebrows shot up and you involuntarily opened your mouth,"

"Wow, that's a lot of money," you said. Jungkook turned to you and, catching your gaze, smiled slyly.

"You know, I can forget about this bet if you let me fuck you."

"No way," you snorted and turned away.

"Then I’ll win," he declared.

"No, you won't," you assured him, "You can't keep your buddy in his pants even for that kind of money."

Jungkook laughed, then made an unexpected offer.

"If you don't believe me, then be my supervisor. Make sure I behave myself."

You laughed, saying that it was unrealistic and that you couldn't be with him 24/7 and didn't know what he was up to in clubs or at the tattoo parlor where he worked.

Jungkook assured you that he would text you, send you photos, and that you could come over and check if there were any traces of girls. You joked that taking his word for it was a bad idea, but finally agreed:

"Okay, I'm in. But if I win, you have to grant me any wish I want."

"What if I win?" he asked with interest.

"If you win, I grant any wish for you."

Jungkook's mood immediately improved, and you noticed it. You were determined and knew for sure that this guy would lose, unable to hold out even half the time without sex.

Another week passed, and you took on the role of a strict supervisor. Now you closely monitored his every move, which made your communication even more frequent.

You talked a lot on the phone, video chatted in the evening when he was walking home from the gym until he got home, or texted each other while you were at work. But still, doubts arose as to whether he was really keeping his promise.

So you started coming to his house, or when you had lunch at work, you would visit him at his tattoo parlor. You spent a lot of time together, which caused even more sexual tension between you, which you both felt.

Jungkook joked openly with you, and you scolded him, saying that he should keep his dirty mouth shut, to which Jungkook replied that the sperm he hadn't released for so long was hitting him in the head, which is why he was joking like that.

There are four days left until the end of the dispute. In evening, when you were leaving work, you stopped by Jungkook's tattoo parlor and he showed you a sketch of a tattoo he was going to do for a client. He stood very close to you, touching your buttocks, as if by accident. He explaining the meaning of the drawing, and you felt a slight tingling sensation that ran through your whole body.

You turned to him, looking at his lips, but he didn't seem to notice your gaze and continued talking. When Jungkook finally noticed that you were looking at him intently, he smiled.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, looking at your lips, then slowly raising his eyes to yours.

"What do you think you're doing, Jungkook?" you asked reproachfully.

"What am I doing?" Jungkook didn't understand, not backing down an inch. His voice lowered.

"You're touching my butt with your dick, and I can feel you getting aroused," you said bluntly and smiled. Jungkook seemed to hold his breath, then laughed softly.

"Really?"

"Really," you confirmed. Jungkook glanced at your lips again.

"Your ass is sweet, my dick can't help but react to it," he said without looking away. You laughed ironically.

"Then maybe you'd better step away so you don't lose the bet?" you suggested.

"What, could I lose it?" He touched your waist with his palm, pulling you closer. "I'll gladly do it if you let me fuck you," he whispered, leaning closer. You didn't pull away, feeling the throbbing between your legs. Jungkook's cock began to press harder against your buttocks, his erection growing.

"You'll lose two million won and owe me the wish. Are you sure you've thought this through?" you asked, almost whispering into his lips. Jungkook took the sketch from your hands and threw it on the chair where the person getting the tattoo usually sat. He turned you toward him, pressing you against the chair.

"That's nothing compared to what I'll feel when I finally fuck you," Jungkook confessed openly. You could already feel his bulge pressing against your pussy. You felt wet between your legs and realized that you wanted him. The thought that if you refused and he won, he would go fuck some other girl the next day made you feel a pang of jealousy.

Over the past month, you had grown so close to him that you needed his attention more than you cared to admit. And now, standing here, pressed against his body, inches from his lips, you felt yourself burning up in front of him.

You wanted him to fuck you.

"You will lose to me," you repeated, breathing heavily, feeling his body and warmth with every cell in your body.

"To hell all it," said Jungkook as he kissed you. His kiss was hungry, almost desperate, as if he had been holding it all in for those three weeks of restraint. You responded to the kiss, feeling his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

Your body reacted faster than your mind — the throbbing between your legs intensified, and the wetness that appeared only confirmed how much you wanted him.

You felt his hands slide lower, cupping your buttocks, and you involuntarily pressed yourself against him, feeling his hard erection through his jeans. Your heart was pounding and your thoughts were confused. You knew this was the moment when you could stop everything, tell him to back off, remind him of the bet. But instead, you threw your head back, allowing him to kiss your neck, where his lips left hot marks and his teeth gently bit your skin.

His hand slowly slid down your thigh, lifting the hem of your dress. You felt his fingers barely touch your underwear and sighed involuntarily.

"You're dummy, you're losing the bet, although it’s was only 4 days," you repeated, but it sounded weak, almost like a plea. Jungkook laughed, his laughter dark and seductive.

"Fuck the bet," he said, looking you straight in the eye. "I want you. I want to fuck you so hard you can't sit up." His fingers tightened around your thigh, and you felt your whole body surrender to this desire. You knew he could feel your wetness even through the thin fabric of your underwear, and it only fueled him more.

You grabbed his T-shirt, pulling him toward you, and kissed him, putting everything you had accumulated over weeks of playing games into that kiss. His hands feverishly explored your body, and you felt his erection pressing against you, promising what you had been trying to reject for so long.

His fingers finally slipped under your underwear. He touched your clitoris, feeling how wet you were. Jungkook swears he was in nirvana. He massaged your clitoris, enjoying your moans right into his mouth, and when he slid his middle finger into your passage, he felt himself harden even more, because you were so tight.

Jungkook broke away from your lips, his breathing heavy and his eyes burning with desire. He looked at you, wanting to enjoy and remember what your beautiful face looked like when he gave you pleasure.

His finger, moving slowly inside you, sent waves of pleasure through you, and you involuntarily arched your back, your hips barely moving to meet him. Your body trembled at his touch, and your every moan raised his ego higher.

You grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his T-shirt, and he just smiled, feeling how you reacted to him.

"You like it, don't you?" he asked quietly, his voice low and vibrating against your skin.

"I like it," you whispered, answering honestly.

"I told you, you're missing out," he said slyly. You half-opened your eyes for a moment, looking at him from under your lashes.

"Shut up and do what you're doing," you said, a little dissatisfied. Jungkook quickened his movements inside you, his fingers, now two in your passage, going as deep as they could.

"You played with me instead of getting the best dick in your life, but now I'll show you what real pleasure is," Jungkook assured you, stimulating your clitoris deadly slowly. You smiled at his self-confidence.

"Who gave you the status of 'the best cock in life'? The hundreds of girls you've fucked?"

Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you too abruptly, and you almost whimpered at the loss of his warmth. He knelt down, lifting your skirt and removing your lace thong in one motion.

His hands gripped your buttocks tightly, pulling you to him, and you felt his hot breath touch your skin. Jungkook was in no hurry, his gaze fixed on you, as if he were enjoying every second of this tension. You felt his lips barely touch the inside of your thigh, and your body involuntarily shuddered with anticipation. He slowly ran his tongue over your skin, leaving a wet trail, and you gripped the edge of the chair, trying to maintain control.

He kissed you around your pussy without touching it, teasing you. You had already opened your mouth to yell at him to finally do what he was supposed to do, but your voice broke when his lips finally reached your clit.

His tongue made a slow, teasing movement, and you arched involuntarily, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over your entire body. He moved slowly, savoring you as if you were his favorite dish, and his every movement was designed to drive you crazy.

You ran your fingers through his long hair, pulling gently, and he moaned softly, the vibration of his voice echoing in you with a new surge of sensation.

"You're as sweet as I expected," he murmured, without taking his eyes off you, and his words only intensified the heat spreading through your body. His tongue moved faster, alternating between light touches and more insistent ones, and his fingers returned to your passage, plunging into you again, this time with more confidence.

Your breathing became ragged, and you felt your hips moving involuntarily in time with his movements.

"Kook... I can't..." you exhaled, feeling yourself approaching the edge. He looked up, his gaze dark and hungry, and he smiled softly without stopping his actions.

"You can," he replied, his voice low and hoarse. "And you're going to come for me." His words, spoken with such confidence, pushed you even closer to the edge. His tongue made another slow, deep movement, and his fingers inside you found the perfect rhythm, and you felt your whole body tense before exploding in orgasm.

You arched your back, moaning his name, and your fingers tightened around his hair. Jungkook didn't stop, continuing to caress you until your body stopped trembling with pleasure. Only then did he slowly rise, his lips glistening with your wetness, a smug smile playing on his face.

"So, do you still think I'm not the best?" he asked, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, but his eyes never left you. You were still trying to catch your breath, your cheeks burning, but you couldn't hold back a smile.

"You said something about your cock, not your tongue," you replied with a faint, defiant smile. Your voice was weak, and your body was still buzzing from what he had done to you. Jungkook laughed, his hand sliding back around your waist, pulling you closer.

"You’re right," he said, and his lips found yours again. This kiss was slower but no less passionate, and you could feel his erection still pressing against you through your jeans. You reached out, touching him through the fabric, and he moaned softly, pressing against your palm.

"I swear… fuck. I'll ruin you," he said with deeper voice. And from his tone, you felt your walls contract.

"Then do it slowly," you asked. Jungkook smiled, his piercing glinting in the light of the tattoo parlor.

"You don't know what you just signed up for, doll," he assured you.

"Less talk, more action," you said. You unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard cock. You couldn't help but glance at it, and your heart raced again. It was just as you imagined — and even bigger. Jungkook took off all his clothes, and you could fully see and admire his tattoos, which made him so sexy and attractive.

His arm was covered with colorful drawings, which you were sure had a special meaning for him. A flower covering his shoulder flowed smoothly onto his chest in chaotic lines. His perfect muscles played with his every movement.

Jungkook decided that you should be completely naked too. He took off your business dress. His eyes greedily studied your curves. Finally, he could see this beauty again, but now closer, just a few inches away. And damn, you were so seductive, so desirable. He leaned closer, his lips barely touching your ear as he whispered:

"Tell me you want me. I want to hear it."

You bit your lip, feeling him enter you again with his fingers. He stretched you to his size, even though you were sure it would hurt either way. You tried to maintain some semblance of pride, but his fingers, moving so skillfully inside you, made it impossible.

"I... want you," you finally exhaled, and his smile widened, almost triumphant.

"Good girl," he murmured, and his lips covered yours again, but this time the kiss was slower, deeper, to enjoy you fully.

His free hand slid down your back, unhooking your bra, the only thing still covering you. The lace, like the thong that aroused him, fell to the floor, and Jungkook stepped back for a moment to admire you. His gaze slid over your bare breasts, and you saw his pupils dilate with excitement.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice sounding sincere, almost reverent. He leaned down, his lips touching your neck, then your collarbone, and slowly moving down to your breasts. His tongue traced one of your nipples, making you sigh, and then he took it into his mouth, biting it gently, which sent a new wave of sensation through you.

You found his erect cock and began to stroke it, feeling how he tensed up and could no longer kiss your nipples properly. Jungkook leaned back slightly. He closed his eyes, feeling absolute satisfaction from your handiwork. You leaned down to his chest and ran your tongue around his nipples.

Jungkook opened his eyes, watching you taste him now. You felt the hardness of his nipples as you kissed them both in turn, your hands keeping rhythm, sometimes touching the head of his cock with your thumb, from which pre-cum was dripping. You kissed him along his sculpted abs, moving lower, but he stopped you just as you reached the bottom of his V-shaped muscle.

"No, not now," he said. "I want to fuck your pussy too much. You can give me a blowjob another time," he said and pulled back.

You smiled, hiding your slight disappointment.

"Are you sure there will be another time?" you asked, watching him walk over to the table next to the chair and take out a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth and, walking over to you, put condom on his erect cock.

"Of course there will be," he said confidently. You snorted. Jungkook came up and kissed you briefly to wipe the mocking smile off your lips. He pulled you by the arms, put you on the floor, and then turned you around so your back was to him. "Time to enjoy you to the fullest," he muttered from behind.

He bent you over so that you rested your hands on the chair. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and you felt his hard cock touch your entrance, sending a new wave of heat between your legs. You arched your back, involuntarily inviting him in.

"You look so hot in that position," he murmured, and you felt his cock press against your entrance. It hurt when he began to sink into you. Jungkook, hearing your moan of pain, stopped, pulled out, and then entered you again, slowly, stretching you with every inch. You sighed with pain, but the way he filled you brought you pleasure, and your fingers clenched the edge of the chair.

Finally, he stopped, and you heard him breathe shakily behind you. His cock twitched inside you, and you couldn't imagine how he was holding back from cumming because your pussy was so tight.

"Fuck, I knew it would be perfect here," he said, referring to your pussy. He leaned closer, his lips touching your shoulder, and then he bit you lightly, causing a surge of pleasure.

"I wonder how many partners you've had that you're still so tight, doll?" Jungkook asked. You turned your head slightly to look at him.

"Enough to not give you the title of 'best member in my life,'" you replied defiantly. Although now, feeling him inside you, you knew he was the biggest you'd ever had, and you had no doubt he would give you the best orgasm of your life.

Jungkook laughed softly, his laughter low and hoarse, full of challenge.

"You'll regret your words when get best orgasm ‘cause my cock," he said, and his hands tightened around your thighs. He began to move, slowly and deeply, his thrusts controlled, as if he wanted you to feel every inch of him. The pain gradually receded, replaced by a wave of pleasure that spread through your body. You involuntarily arched your back even more, allowing him to penetrate deeper, and your quiet moans only fueled him. His hips slammed against yours with a dull thud that filled the silence of the tattoo parlor.

"That's it, doll," he muttered, his voice full of satisfaction as he felt your walls tighten around him. His movements became more rhythmic, but he still held himself back, as if enjoying your reaction. You gripped the chair so tightly that your fingers turned white, and your hips began to move toward him, matching his pace.

After a few minutes, Jungkook stopped, still inside you, and his hand slid down your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to see your face when you come," he said, his voice low, almost commanding. He carefully withdrew from you, and you felt a slight emptiness, but he quickly turned you toward him, lifting you up and sitting you on the chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and his eyes, dark with desire, locked with yours.

He entered you again, this time faster, and you threw your head back, feeling him fill you. His hands held your hips, and his lips found your neck, biting your skin and leaving wet marks.

"You're so sensitive," he whispered as his thumb slid to your clitoris, slowly massaging it in time with his movements. You moaned, your hands wrapped around his neck, your nails digging into his tattooed shoulders, leaving light marks.

"Jungkook... faster," you exhaled, and he smiled, his piercing glinting in the light of the lamps.

"You asked me to ruin you slowly," he reminded you, admiring your face, which radiated pleasure.

"Fuck..." you cursed as he slowly and deeply thrust a series of strokes, finding your G-spot. You lowered your hands to his buttocks, sliding own under his. You squeezed his firm buttocks with your hands, begging him to speed up the rhythm, "Fuck... Kook, please... faster."

He didn't seem to hear you, thrusting his cock into you deadly slowly. In fact, he was getting high off your begging.

"Please..." you begged, your voice breaking into moans.

"You ask so nicely... how can I refuse," he replied, and his pace quickened, each thrust becoming more insistent, causing you to lose control. You felt yourself approaching the edge, and your moans grew louder, mingling with his ragged breathing.

But Jungkook didn't to be stopping there. He lifted you out of the chair, holding your hips, and carried you to the wall of the tattoo parlor, pressing you against the cold surface.

"Hold on to me," he ordered, and you wrapped your legs around him even tighter. The wall behind you added contrast to the heat of his body, and each thrust made you feel him even deeper. His hands held your buttocks, and his lips found yours again, silencing your moans with a passionate kiss.

"You'll say I'm the best," he murmured between kisses, and you felt his movements become uneven, as if he himself was approaching the edge. You tired smiled, looking into his eyes, and said,

"At least… you're trying hard so far, to get me to say that."

It made him laugh, but the laughter quickly turned into a moan when you deliberately squeezed him inside you.

Jungkook began to fuck you mercilessly, really giving you so much that you could barely withstand the thrusts. Without putting you down on the floor, he headed for the waiting sofa by the window. He laid you on your back and turned you on your side, lifting your leg to enter at a new angle. This position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and you felt your body shudder with a new wave of pleasure.

His hand slid down to your breasts, gently squeezing your nipple, while his lips kissed your shoulder. You felt the orgasm approaching, and your moans turned into almost screams as he brought you to the brink. Your body trembled, squeezing him, and that was the final push he needed. Jungkook came with a low moan, his hands squeezing your thighs tighter as he spilled into the condom.

You both froze, breathing heavily, his body still pressed against yours. He slowly rolled you onto your back to look into your eyes, and his hand gently slid down your cheek.

"You're incredible," he said, and there was something like admiration in his voice.

You smiled, feeling your heart still pounding.

"You lost the bet, Jungkook. And now you owe me a wish," you said, trying to sound confident, even though your body was still buzzing from the orgasm.

He laughed, his piercing flashing as he leaned down to kiss you briefly on the lips.

"Luckily for me, I have two million won, and I can easily fulfill your wish,"

"Why do you think you can easily fulfill my wish?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I'll do anything you say, even if you ask me to run naked around the neighborhood," he joked, and you smiled. Jungkook pulled out of you, and you suddenly felt very tired, your pussy aching from the intense sex.

Jungkook sat down on the sofa next to you and took off the condom, twisting it into a knot. He threw it on the floor, then turned back to you. His eyes devoured your naked body, lingering on your breasts, then on your lips. You wanted to get up to get dressed, but he wouldn't let you, pressing himself against you and blocking you with his arms.

"Jungkook!" you protested.

"So, did I ruin you?" he murmured, touching his chin to yours, rubbing against you.

"Yes, you did. I don't think I'll be able to sit up straight for a few days," you admitted honestly. Jungkook smiled triumphantly. He stopped rubbing against you and leaned in to kiss you.

"So, if I ruined you, are you ready to admit that my dick is the best you've ever had?" he asked slyly.

You bit your lip, looking at his smug smile, and decided not to give him complete victory so easily.

"You're not bad, Jungkook, but 'the best'?" You paused, arching your eyebrow. "I still need to think about it." Your voice was playful, but deep down you knew that he had indeed brought you to an orgasm you had never experienced before. Your body was still buzzing from his touch, and there was a pleasant but painful throbbing between your legs.

Jungkook smiled, his hand slowly sliding down your waist, as if he couldn't tear himself away from your skin.

"Why do you love teasing me so much?" he asked, his voice filled with the same cocky confidence that annoyed and aroused you at the same time. He leaned closer, his lips barely touching yours, but instead of kissing you, he just gently bit your lower lip, making you sigh.

You felt his fingers slowly drawing circles on your skin, moving down to your thigh. Despite your fatigue, your body responded to his every touch, and you felt the warmth return between your legs.

"Okay, if you don't want to admit it after I fucked you in almost every corner of my salon, then I have to prove it to you again?" he asked. And you were afraid that he really wanted to have sex again.

"Are you crazy? I don't have the strength," you protested. Jungkook threw his gaze on somewhere above of you, then leaned down again.

"You know, you look like you were made for that table..." He already had his hands under your waist when you started to resist.

"Oh my Gosh, no... okay, okay. I admit you're the best I've ever had," you said quickly.

"No, I have to prove it to you," said Jungkook, trying to pick you up. You continued to resist, but he was stronger.

"No, you really are the best man I've ever had. No one has ever made me come so hard," you said desperately. Jungkook sat down on the sofa, and you ended up on his lap. He smiled slyly, and when you saw the look on his face, you were outraged. You hit him in the chest, "You're insatiable."

"I knew you thought that, but I had to hear it from you," Jungkook leaned down and kissed you, you touched his jaw, kissing him back and not thinking about what would happen next. After all, Jungkook is a player and he's not cut out for serious relationships. But you don't need them either. Not yet.

Jungkook had a plan. Clear, logical, consistent. He didn't act randomly. Every word he said had power and meaning. Each of his actions was a carefully calculated step. All of this was about you.

Your actions on the eve provoked him to take swift action. Not only because he had to protect you, because he had given his word to your father and had to pay him back, but also because you had become a kind of obsession for him.

When he finally had you, he realized that it was no longer enough to play with you from a distance. Now he wanted to have you all the time. And claim his rights to you. Make you his and not give anyone else even the slightest chance to feel your warmth. Everything had to go to him.

A luxurious black car, reflecting the night lights of Seoul, parked at a distance that offered a perfect view of H&D Technologies. The successful company looked as if it was a place where ideas that change the world are born. But in reality, it was just a mask.

Behind the facade of a high-tech cybersecurity company specializing in the protection of government and private data lies one of the most dangerous groups in East Asia — the Purple Dragons.

"President, we're here," said the driver.

Jungkook nodded and slowly got out of the car. He adjusted his jacket, but not because he was nervous. He was just used to everything being neat and tidy. Every detail had to be in its place.

Jungkook was confident, but he felt a slight excitement about the reason he was here. His face was calm, even a little playful.

He crossed the lobby without being invited. The security guards and company staff froze, greeted him briefly, and didn't even bother to escort him; everyone knew where he was going. Jungkook came alone, without any security, and even this simple gesture showed his power over everyone. He didn't need a squad of armed guards to instill fear.

Everyone knew who he was. And every step he took echoed in the minds of the employees, who were afraid to even look in his direction.

He took the elevator to the top floor without pressing the button — the escort had already been turned off. Someone inside had given permission. Someone who didn't want any trouble.

Jungkook smiled to himself. In this world, everything is simple: either you control fear, or you are destroyed by it. And he didn't just learn to survive — he made fear his ally.

When the elevator doors opened, Ho Sin-chul, your uncle and the current head of the Purple Dragons, was already waiting for him.

"President Jeon..." With feigned sincerity and an overly broad smile, he came out to meet him. "I wasn't expecting your visit. But of course, it's an honor for me!"

Jungkook smiled slightly, but it was not a friendly smile. Rather, it was a mocking one. Seeing this man feign sincerity amused him. Jungkook knew Ho Sinchol well, having watched him for years. He knew his true nature — mean, greedy, and cunning. A piece of shit that masquerades well like exemplary businessman. But he was for now... an ally. For now.

"I decided to visit, Ho Sinchol-nim. Long time no see," Jungkook said calmly, shaking his hand. He noticed that your uncle was sweating a little. He was nervous. But he pretended that everything was fine.

Jungkook let go of Sinchol's hand, and he gestured for him to sit down on the chairs by the office window, which offered a stunning view of Seoul. Jungkook sat down and unbuttoned his jacket to feel more comfortable.

"Coffee, tea... or perhaps whiskey?" asked Sinchol.

"Coffee," replied Jungkook briefly. Your uncle stood up and walked over to the table, pressed the button, and ordered two cups of espresso. Then he turned to his guest and asked seriously, sitting down next to him.

"To what do I owe your visit, President Jeon? My manager mentioned your conflict with Silver Lotus a few days ago. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Jungkook held his gaze on the man in front of him, making him feel even more tense, then raised his eyebrow slightly, and something flashed in his eyes... something playful and dangerous.

"To be honest, I'm a little upset that your offer has only come now," his voice was even, but his gaze was sharp. "Especially considering that this problem is the work of your niece."

Sinchol tried not to react, but his eyes flashed for a moment.

"Oh, Y/N?" he asked quietly, as if he couldn't believe that Jungkook was actually referring to you. "Is it her?"

Jungkook smiled wider.

"You probably know that this isn't her first prank. But she has surpassed even herself. She stole a project I had been working on with Japanese partners for several years," Jungkook shook his head, remembering how it all happened, admitting that you were so convincing that even he didn't notice the trick, "She did it very skillfully, I have to give her credit for that."

Sinchol took a deep breath. He looked away at the window, then turned back to Jungkook.

"I... didn't know she had caused you so many problems, honestly. In recent weeks, I've been busy negotiating with the Korean government — a contract to supply a new cybersecurity system. It's a critical deal for cover... I mean, for the company. But I assure you — I will personally resolve the situation with the Japanese project and return the rights to it to you. And if you need support in the Silver Lotus case, I am ready to provide all the resources. People, transport, connections — everything you need to make the conflict work in your favor."

Jungkook was pleased that your uncle was willing to go out of his way to cover own ass. Because obviously, as the head of the clan and your immediate relative, he has to take responsibility for you. However, Jungkook did not need his promises and attempts to improve the situation. Jungkook came here with a specific statement.

At that moment, a young woman entered the office. She placed two cups of coffee on the table in front of the men. Sinchol thanked her, and the woman left. Your uncle handed Jungkook a cup of coffee, and he bowed gratefully as he accepted it.

Jungkook took a sip of the strong drink, and it seemed to restore his clear mind. The bitterness of the coffee felt pleasant on his tongue. Without looking away, he took another sip of coffee and said calmly.

"Don't worry. I've already dealt with Lotus. The only strange thing is that you, the leader of the group, don't keep track of what your niece is doing." His voice became softer, almost sly. "She is very talented. Cunning, clever. And, it must be said, extremely beautiful. But even the most beautiful women should not test my patience. She crossed the line, and now I have to act."

Sinchol froze. His hand trembled as he placed the coffee cup on the table. And his forehead was covered with a light layer of sweat.

"President Jeon, I sincerely apologize for her behavior. I will talk to her. She will never be a problem for you again."

Jungkook silently took another sip. He looked out the window at the evening view of Seoul, then slowly turned back to Sinchol.

"You're right. She won't be a problem anymore," he put the cup on the table, leaned forward slightly, and calmly added, "Because from now on, I will personally keep an eye on her. I'm going to marry your niece."

Silence fell suddenly. Sinchol didn't immediately understand what he had heard.

"You... want to... get married?"

"That's right," Jungkook nodded. "I think marriage is the best way to resolve the situation. And, you must agree, it's much more profitable than war."

The room fell silent, so thick that it seemed to weigh on his chest. Sinchol leaned back in his chair, cowering as if from a blow.

"But you know what she's like. She... hates you. She won't agree. You understand, don't you?" he asked, a slight tension in his voice.

"I don't care what she wants. You don't quite understand, Sinchol-nim. This isn't a proposal," Jungkook said seriously and somewhat imperiously, "It's a statement. I must also remind you that you have debts," Jungkook did not raise his voice, but there was a hint of steel in his tone. "I saved your company from bankruptcy. I invested millions when the banks turned their backs on you. And you remember well who destroyed the evidence when the prosecutor's office was already preparing an arrest warrant for you." Jungkook stood up. His figure seemed to fill the entire space. Your uncle stood up after him, and Jungkook noticed a shadow of irritation on his face. "I don't care how you arrange it. I'm already giving my people orders to prepare for the wedding."

"President Jeon," Sinchol said nervously, "I am sincerely glad that you have decided to accept payment for my debts in such a simple way, but Y/N is a very complicated girl. And her dislike of you makes this situation difficult. If you don't mind, I can offer you my other niece, Harin. She has admired you for a long time and would be more than willing to marry you."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. He doesn't want anyone else. Only you. Because you have been desirable to him for too long, and no one but you can make his soul burn. And after that night with you, he doesn't even know if there has ever been another woman in his life who aroused him as much as you do.

"I am flattered that your other niece admires me. But I want Y/N. And that is not up for discussion." Jungkook buttoned his jacket and, taking one last look at your uncle, left. He had already reached the door, touched the handle, and stopped, turning halfway around. "I'm waiting for an invitation to dinner, where you will officially announce engagement."

Jungkook left without waiting for an answer. A few minutes later, he was already sitting in his car, and it was moving. Jungkook unlocked his phone and dialed Jimin's number.

"So what's the news? Did you find her?" He stared at the road ahead of him.

"Yes," his friend said cheerfully, "she's in Shanghai. Presidential suite in the heart of Pudong."

"Get everything ready for departure. I want to be there the day after tomorrow evening. I'll finish up here and go to my fiancée."

Jimin laughed mockingly into the phone.

"So, the old rat agreed after all?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, even though he knew Jimin couldn't see it.

"Do you think he's in a position to refuse me?"

Jimin chuckled again, obviously realizing the absurdity of his question.

"Exactly. He has no choice. And that piece of shit will now be even more in our sights."

"That's right. By the way, did you check the documents I sent you? Was it really him?"

Jimin fell silent for a moment. There was some muffled noise in the background.

"Yes, I checked. It was really Ho Sinchol. He signed a contract disguised as a 'strategic partnership'. But there is a clause about the transfer of a controlling stake after a 'change of management'. 51% of the shares, which he has to transfer through a shell company," replied Jimin. Jungkook exhaled heavily.

"So it was him after all..." Jungkook said, more to himself than to Jimin.

"Yes, my friend, it is confirmed that this is his doing. If he was not afraid to eliminate his own brother for the sake of power over the Purple Dragons, then it would be nothing for him to eliminate his nieces. They are the last obstacle to complete control," Jimin concluded.

Jungkook understood this perfectly well. That's why marrying you wasn't just a strategic decision. He had to protect you because he made a promise. He also has to take care of your sister. But first — you. Because you are more deeply involved in the clan's affairs.

"Okay, Jimin, let's proceed according to our plan. Book me a ticket and order everything to be prepared for the wedding, and I'll take care of the other issues for now."

"Okay. I'll contact the hotel manager. What about security, should I send someone with you?" asked Jimin.

"I'll come alone. By the way... would you like to accompany me?" Jungkook's voice became playful, but with his characteristic bitter undertone, which Jimin could recognize instantly.

"And what would I do there? Listen to your arguments with that crazy girl?" Jimin snorted. "Or... maybe witness your next fuck?"

Jungkook smiled slightly.

"Hmm... as an option," Jungkook said, "Only if you can hold the camera steady. So that your hands don't shake more than her legs do after me."

"You damn pervert," Jimin laughed. "She'll kill you when she finds out what you're up to. Make a will before you leave. And leave me your whiskey collection."

"She won't do anything. She wants me. All this 'I hate you,' 'take your hands off me,' 'never again' stuff is classic. I'd even say... foreplay."

"Foreplay to your murder. You always underestimate her, and she makes you look like a fool," Jimin muttered. "But... something tells me that you're even looking forward to her next challenge."

Jungkook lazily shifted his gaze from the windshield to the side window.

"I wonder how she'll behave when she sees me at her doorstep. If she's going to hit me, she'd better do it in her underwear. Or better yet, without it," he replied dryly. "You know, taking her clothes off and resolving the conflict horizontally sounds very effective."

"Oh my God," Jimin couldn't help but laugh. "With phrases like that, you could definitely host a sex podcast. And call it 'How to Tame a Bitch.'"

"Ha, with your laughter as the intro," added Jungkook. "Okay, end of discussion. Get everything ready for my flight to Shanghai. And I'm really going to need you there. So now it's not an offer,".

"You just ruined all my plans," muttered Jimin. "But okay. I'll get everything ready."

Jungkook leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. His pulse quickened at the thought that he would see you again the day after tomorrow. Jungkook imagined your face—defiant, with that trademark half-smile that always pushed him to the limit. He imagined you looking at him defiantly, as if you could win this game.

But no, princess, not this time.

Seoul. A few days after the events in Shanghai.

Seoul greeted you with irritating rain and even more irritating thoughts. Throughout the flight, you couldn't get Jungkook's face out of your head — too calm, too confident, as always. And that last look he gave you before leaving your hotel room in Shanghai...

He said there was a surprise waiting for you when you got back. And you couldn't help but be nervous about it. A surprise from Jungkook was a global disaster waiting to happen. But what exactly he meant was still a mystery.

You asked your sister to find out anything she could, and carefully hinted to Donmin, your assistant, to find out what was going on around Jungkook. But everything was suspiciously quiet. And it was this silence that was driving you crazy.

Considering what you did last time you were in Korea, you could expect anything from Jungkook. You exhaled heavily and forced yourself to shift your focus to work.

You must to kill your security. Physically destroy everyone who let him pass. But you behaved restrainedly. What happened between you andJungkook in your room, and his words about a "surprise" confused you, so you didn't say anything to the chief security guard. You had been silent for the past few days, but inside you were boiling — and now you decided to let off some steam.

"You're doing a bad job," you said in the car, glancing coldly at the driver in the rearview mirror, who was the head of your security. "He walked right past you, as if you weren't there. This is your last mistake. If you miss a threat again, I'll fucking fire you."

The bodyguard remained silent. That's what you wanted — right now, even the sound of human breathing annoyed you.

Now, in the elevator, you clench the strap of your bag tightly in your fingers. Jungkook, like an annoying fly, fills your thoughts again. A scene pops into your head that you should have erased from your memory, not replayed every night.

Your back against the cold wall. His body—hot, hungry, powerful. His voice in your ear. His fingers. His mouth. His "You'll never escape again."

You didn't like the fact that you gave in to him so easily. You regretted whispering those damn words, "I'm yours." But you reassured yourself that you would use him as a tool for revenge and at the same time take back everything he had shamelessly appropriated for himself. Your plans were grandiose, and you didn't doubt their success for a second.

The elevator doors opened and your manager greeted you. You glanced at him briefly and walked away without even saying hello.

"Good morning, Y/N-nim," Donmin greeted you cautiously, knowing that you were angry. He was used to recognizing your emotions before you even voiced them.

You entered the office and sat down at your desk. The assistant stood on another side of the desk right in front of you, and you looked up at him. He looked at you without hiding his greedy gaze. Since you had fucked him several times, he allowed himself to look at you like that all the time. You didn't give him any hope for anything more, he was just a way to satisfy your needs.

His gaze annoyed you. Everything annoyed you today because Jungkook had kept you in suspense, waiting for his surprise.

"What's on the schedule for today?" you asked flatly. Donmin cleared his throat and opened his tablet.

"In the afternoon, a meeting with representatives of S-Net Group. At 5 p.m., we'll check the leak protocol for the Orion servers. And..." He paused. "Jungkook-nim... resolved the conflict with Silver Lotus."

You remained silent. Of course he did. He always resolves everything. And you just... watch him how he do it.

Your phone rang. You looked at the screen. It was your uncle calling. You hadn't seen him since you stole the project from the Japanese. And his call after so long time, when you did that, meant one thing — he doesn't know anything. His call intrigued you, and you hurried to pick up the phone.

"Yes, Samchon*," you said.

"Hello, daughter," his voice was soft, and you felt your shoulders relax.

"Hi."

"Are you in company?" he asked.

"Yes. I just arrived at the office," you replied.

"Come to my office, I want to see you," Sinchol asked.

"Is it urgent?" you asked cautiously. You suspected that he didn't want to see you because he missed you.

"Yes. I'll be waiting for you," he replied without changing his tone and hung up. You felt tension throughout your body again. You feel that something might happen.

You got up from your chair, clutching the phone in your hands.

"Samchon asked me come to him. While I'm there, prepare the files on the Orion deal and find out who was the last person to access the confidential Black Hydra project registry."

Your voice was steady, but Donmin froze for a moment, sensing that you were not preparing for a normal conversation.

"Yes,Y/N-nim," he nodded and hurried to carry out your instructions.

You left the office, and every step in the hallway seemed louder than usual. Your fingers mechanically checked your email, messengers, private channels — nothing. Silence. The kind that usually comes before a storm.

Your uncle's office door was ajar. You knocked on the frame without entering.

"Come in," his voice said.

You entered.

Ho Sinchol's office had always remained impeccable—dark wood, large panoramic windows, not a speck of dust on the desk. He sat in his chair, calm and confident. When he saw you, he stood up and warmly embraced you.

"My beautiful girl. How are you?" he asked, pulling you close.

You let yourself touch him with your cheek, just for a second. He was like a father to you, and he always treated you with special tenderness. He also loved your sister like his own daughter, but because you were always around your uncle, your bond was special. You were silent for a second, then lied briefly:

"Everything's fine, Samchon. How are you?"

He leaned back and smiled fatherly as he looked at your face.

"I'm fine too," he said, letting go of you and taking a step back.

"What have you been doing all this time?" he asked. You froze for a moment. His voice was too even. Too controlled. It wasn't a random question — he knew something. But it was better not to show it.

"Nothing special..." you replied, trying to remain calm. There was no point in coming up with something more specific. An ironic smile appeared on his lips and he looked you straight in the eye.

"Nothing special... except that you managed to mess with the most influential man in the criminal world?"

You barely moved your eyebrow, but didn't show him your emotions. So he knows. You expected that sooner or later he would find out about the Japanese project. But it was unclear how much he knew and why he had remained silent until now.

"Oh, Samchon... I acted solely within the bounds of diplomacy," you say sarcastically.

"This isn't funny," he interrupted, returning to the table. "I asked you to treat Jungkook with respect. He has put up with your antics for a long time... But the project with the Japanese could have been the last straw. Be glad he swallowed it this time."

You snorted nervously. Anger flashed in your eyes. You walked over to the armchairs, sat down on one of them, and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm taking back what belongs to our family. What belonged to my father before he was taken away," you replied with protest in your voice. "Maybe you should have done that too, instead of... befriending the enemy."

Your uncle was silent for a few seconds, staring at you, and then said calmly:

"Jungkook is not an enemy. He is a strategic ally. And he is much more useful in this role than as an enemy. Even I cannot afford to openly oppose him. And you..." He shook his head. "You must remember that you are no match for him. And stop trying to measure yourself against him. It's dangerous."

"But he's just arrogant. And not as scary as he seems. Believe me, all I have to do is snap my fingers and he'll do whatever I say," you said coldly.

"You're walking on the edge of a precipice, niece. A deep precipice..." He paused for a moment, his face becoming serious. "If you interfere in his affairs again, or set him up, I will be forced to take drastic measures. And I don't want to do that. I love you. You and your sister. And if, in order to save you from Jungkook's wrath, I have to lock you in your room, I will do so."

You smiled sadly, even though inside you were seething with protest. You exhaled slowly.

"Okay, I'll try not to do anything... reckless. But I can't promise to hundred percentage."

Your uncle froze, then shook his head.

"You're as stubborn as your father," he muttered and smiled slightly.

"And proud of it," you replied. Silence fell between you. You were the first to break it. "Is that why you called me here?"

Your uncle put his palms on the table and interlaced them together. He cleared his throat, and for a split second, you thought he was nervous.

"Yes, for that. To tell you that you need to calm your talents and not provoke Jungkook. Also, we're all having dinner together tonight. You and your sister are to be at my estate at eight o'clock."

You grimaced.

"Samchon," you said doomed, "You know how much I 'love' these dinners. Can I not come?"

"Yes, I know," your uncle smiled. "But that's not up for discussion."

"I'll see if I have any free time," you sighed. You already got up and headed for the door to leave. Your mood was completely ruined.

"Y/N!" Sinchol said your name sternly.

You stopped at the door and smiled slyly.

"Okay, okay... I'll be there."

And as you were leaving the office, you thought:

"Again, I'll have to put up with his arrogant wife, who thinks the whole world revolves around her, and his idiot son, who will talk about how influential and cool he is, but is actually as dumb as a stump, and a pathetic parody of his idol, Jungkook."

You had a bad relationship with your uncle's family and never considered them close. Your uncle's wife was not a mother to you because she was condescending and always reminded you that you were a stranger. She could smile in front of others, but behind closed doors, her gaze became icy. She spoke to you in a tone usually reserved for throwing out the trash and always had something to say about your origins — especially about your deceased parents.

Your uncle never took sides, but his silence hit you harder than any words could.

You walked to your office with fire in your chest. This dinner would be yet another attempt to play "happy family"... and it was terribly annoying. You had enough things to spend your energy on, and you didn't want to waste it on hypocrisy that made no sense. Your pulse raced with anger, though your face remained emotionless.

You were tired of everyone around you telling you what you could and couldn't do. That Jungkook was too powerful. That you'd better keep quiet. That you should be grateful you hadn't been removed yet.

But you knew the truth.

This world no belongs to men who think they can control you.

Your uncle's estate glowed like a museum — tall columns, golden lamps, the rich scent of roses and the smell of rain. The pompousness of his estate irritated you to some extent because you didn't understand why needed make the place where live so ostentatious. But your uncle had different views on where and when to show off his status.

You got out of the car first, your sister followed you. Both of you were wearing dark coats that exuded power. You were like two sides of the same coin: you were decisive, she was cold.

"Maybe today will be drama-free?" your sister muttered as she walked beside you.

"If that bitch behaves herself," you shrugged, hinting at your uncle's wife, "then maybe."

The guard opened the door, and you entered the spacious living room, where light instrumental music was playing.

The maids took your coats, and you felt the familiar chill from these walls. Everything here made you uncomfortable: the perfection, the smell of the furniture, even the paintings that had hung in the same places since your childhood.

"Ma'am, Ho Sinchol is waiting for you in the dining room," said one of the servants.

You nodded and moved forward, not feeling the carpet under your feet. Your uncle was already sitting at the head of the table, smiling, satisfied. His wife was like a porcelain statue. And their son... the same talentless cockerel in a Brioni suit.

"Y/N!" exclaimed your cousin, approaching you with a fake smile that always made you want to poke his eyes out with a fork. He hugged you for a moment — insincerely, holding his hands on your waist longer than he should have.

"You look... just sinfully delicious," he whispered in your ear, and you literally felt nauseous.

You took a step back, smiling coldly, so professionally that it could have passed for a genuine reaction. But your sister saw how tense you were and snorted under her breath. She knew you were already counting how many glasses of wine you would need to make it to dessert.

Ho Sinchol got up from the table and approached you. His hugs were always genuine. He hugged you first, then your sister, kissing each of you on the temple like a father.

"My girls. I'm glad to see you," and you allowed yourself to smile for a second.

And then there she was — your uncle's wife.

Cold and dissatisfied, as always. Her smile was thin and completely lifeless. She took a step toward you and your sister.

"Good evening, girls. I'm glad you made it."

She wasn't happy to see you, just as they weren't happy to see her. You copied her smile and bowed slightly. There were no feelings between you except hypocrisy.

"Good evening, Chageun Omma*, we are also glad to be here," you barely restrained yourself from adding something more cutting to show her that you saw right through her hypocrisy. Your uncle's wife gave you both a look of contempt and went to the table.

You and your sister exchanged glances. Oh, this dinner promised to be wonderful.

You sat down. You took a glass of wine and took a long sip. No, that wasn't enough. The wine burned your throat, but it dulled your irritation for a moment. Your sister immediately reached for her glass too, imitating you.

The table was set impeccably, with appetizers already on it, but you were too nervous to eat. Maybe the wine would whet your appetite. So, listening to your uncle, you took another sip of wine. The conversation was dull, and you just wanted to tune out.

"So I didn't invite you here just to eat. This won't be a simple dinner. Our guest will be arriving soon," your uncle announced.

You slowly turned your head toward him, squinting:

"You said it would be a family dinner. Why is someone else coming?"

But you didn't get to hear the answer to your question. The door to the room opened and you met the gaze of a man you never expected to see here. For a split second, all sound disappeared. Even your pulse. Even your thoughts.

Jungkook was looking only at you. It seemed like an eternity before he looked away and bowed in respect to those present.

"Good evening," he greeted everyone. Your uncle stood up and hurried over. He shook Jungkook's hand and invited him to the table. You couldn't take your eyes off Jong-guk. Your glass froze in midair, not reaching your lips. Your whole body tensed, as if preparing for a blow.

Jungkook approached the seat directly opposite you. His posture was impeccable, his movements calm and confident. He was wearing a dark suit that fit him like a second skin. And there was a slight smile on his lips. The kind that always foreshadowed trouble.

Your uncle's wife stood up and nodded to Jungkook with feigned politeness:

"Jeon Jungkook-nim, we are glad to see you in our home."

He bowed briefly, just enough not to break etiquette, and immediately looked at her:

"Mrs. Ho, it is an honor to be here."

His cousin also stood up and bowed. You knew how he imitated Jungkook, and it made you hate your brother even more.

Jungkook finally sat down at the table and immediately looked at you. He smiled at you with a sly smile. The one you liked and hated at the same time. And at that moment, you realized — here it was, your "surprise."

Dinner began tensely, and you were on edge. Your uncle, brother, and Jungkook started a conversation, and you just watched silently. They talked about business, about the latest H&D Technologies project. You tried to understand the reason for Jungkook's presence at this family dinner.

You took a sip of wine without touching the food on your plate and met another glance from Jungkook. While your uncle was distracted by the maid who brought more dishes, Jungkook leaned across the table and spoke.

"How are you, princess?"

"Was better until you showed up," you said honestly. You noticed your sister sitting next to you watching your conversation. She was as tense as you were, because she knew perfectly well what was going on between you and Jungkook.

"You're always so straightforward," he said quietly. "I like that."

You wanted to say something, but at that moment your uncle turned around and cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. He raised his glass and waited for everyone else to do the same:

"Let's drink to this meeting and to the new opportunities that future alliance will bring."

Everyone drank, and you were the last to do so. Anger raged inside you. Could it be that your uncle wants to make a bossiness deal with Jungkook? Is that why he's here?

Your thoughts became chaotic as you tried to understand what exactly your uncle and Jungkook were up to.

"I didn't just gather you here for dinner," he began. "And Jungkook's presence here is no accident. It is part of our new strategic alliance." Your heart beat faster in your chest. "I have decided that the time has come to form an alliance that will strengthen our position not only in business but also in the future of our family."

He looked directly at you, and there was not a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Y/N, you will marry Jeon Jungkook."

The silence at the table was deafening. Your sister froze with a glass to her lips. Your cousin pretended to look at his plate, but a malicious gleam in his eyes. Your uncle's wife clutched her fork as if she were about to break it.

You slowly put your glass down on the table. Inside, everything was burning. Your gaze met Jungkook's again, and he... just looked at you. Calm. Almost playful. As if it were just a game of chess.

"Excuse me?" Your voice was quiet, but there was ice in it. "Is this a joke?"

"No, Y/N," your uncle replied calmly. "It's a decision. It's best for you. For all of us. Jungkook-nim asked for your hand, and I have already given my consent."

You felt something break inside you, and a cold mask froze on your face. Your heart was racing, but your voice remained calm and sharp:

"You didn't ask for my opinion. Are we in the Middle Ages or something?" you snapped, turning to your uncle. "What makes you think I would agree to this union?"

Your anger knew no bounds. Everyone looked at you as if their eyes were sharp blades, ready to tear any sign of disobedience to pieces. You felt the pressure in the room rise to the limit, and the coldness in your chest turned into a flame that could not be extinguished.

Your uncle did not look away. His voice was quiet but firm:

"Daughter, this decision was made for the good of our business. And as part of it, you must put your emotions aside and understand what is strategically important," he tried to convince you, pressing you with your responsibilities. You were ready to give your all so that what your father had created and once brought to the top would return to where it belonged. But marrying Jungkook? He is your enemy, what could be worse?

You couldn't even imagine that he would do such a thing. Marriage to Jungkook was not a new opportunity for you, it was the end of all your plans.

You got up from the table, feeling every gaze on you, but one felt almost physical. Jungkook's gaze was direct, he was smiling, and you noticed that he hadn't said a word. He looked as if the decision had been made, as if he had won, but you did not agree to this marriage. And no one would force you to marry him.

"There will be no wedding," you said, looking directly into Jungkook's eyes. Not a single muscle on his face moved. You turned and walked away from the table.

You walked quickly toward the exit of the house. Your indignation knew no bounds. Why did your uncle decide that he could sell you to your enemy for the "duty to the clan"?

You had almost left the hallway when you were grabbed by the arm. You saw your uncle, who had a confused and angry look on his face.

"What are you doing? Marrying Jungkook is the best decision for our clan,"

You pulled your hand away and took a step back.

"Samchon, are you listening to yourself?" Your voice broke into hysterics, "What marriage? What best decision? He's my enemy! The best decision for our clan would be for him to disappear from the face of the earth," you almost shouted.

"Calm down," your uncle asked, raising both hands, "Don't shout. Someone might hear you. Let's go to my office and talk normally..." You took another step back.

"I don't care if they hear me," you said louder, "I'm not marrying him, and I'm not a thing that can be given to any man."

Your uncle couldn't take it anymore and grabbed you by the elbow and pushed you into the nearest room, which was close to the hallway. You found yourself in a small library. You were suffocating with anger and injustice. And your uncle, ignoring your anger, closed the door and stood in front of you like a guard in front of a cage.

"Do you think I don't understand how it sounds?" he said, lowering his voice. "Do you think I don't know that it's unfair? That you don't want this marriage? But we don't live in a world where we can afford the luxury of own pleasure, Y/N!"

"What kind of world do we live in then?" you said colorlessly, crossing your arms over your chest. "A world where I can be traded for influence, like a chip on a game board?"

His jaw tensed, but his voice remained even:

"This is the only way to save the Purple Dragons. Your marriage to Jungkook will settle our debts to him and the other clans. He will pay everything off — but in return, he wants you."

"He... wants me?" You barely uttered the words, feeling disgust mixed with fear and anger. "And you decided that I would agree?"

"Think about it, niece. This marriage is a strategy," he said harshly. "If you become his wife, our clan will gain access to most external markets, protection from attacks, and an alliance with the Black Swan. Doors that have been closed since your father's death will open for us. This is a chance to revive the empire he created."

"It's not fair..." you cried, your voice breaking. "You want to sell me for stability. You want me to give myself to a man I hate..."

"He wants you," your uncle interrupted, his voice as cold as ice water. "And I can't refuse him because I owe him a debt that I have to pay. You will marry him. And when you settle into your new position, if everything is stable, you can divorce him. But now... you have to agree... There is no choice..."

You turned away. Your body was tense with anger. Thoughts were tearing your head apart. Your uncle came closer. His gaze finally softened.

"Your father created the Purple Dragons. He made us great. But now... only you can preserve his legacy. If you don't do this, everything he built could fall apart... We are going through difficult times, and I am doing everything in my power, but Y/N..." He exhaled heavily. "I am asking you not as the head of the clan. But as family. As your father's younger brother..." He hugged you — tightly, almost desperately.

And you stood there, frozen, not responding to his touch. One thought raged in your head: he brought the clan to ruin, and now he wants you to save him.

Something dark ignited inside you. Yes, you were angry. Yes, you hated this choice. But... if you agreed, you would be close to Jungkook. And maybe you would finally learn the truth about your parents' death. About his role in it. And then...

You would take revenge.

You took a deep breath and carefully moved away from your uncle.

"Okay…I need some time. I don't want to go back for dinner right now. I'll stay in the garden."

Your uncle nodded silently, and you left the room.

The air outside was cool and damp. There was a faint scent of roses in the garden. You wrapped your cloak tighter around yourself, trying to hide from the wind and calm yourself at the same time. But the news that you were being forced to marry Jungkook finally broke you.

There it was, the real "surprise" he had prepared for you.

You had already opened your mouth to scold him when you heard footsteps behind you.

He was walking straight towards you — his hands in his pockets, his unbuttoned jacket fluttering in the wind, and a smug smile playing on his lips, which you wanted to wipe off with your fist. As soon as he approached, you laughed — loudly and bitterly.

"You've even surpassed me in the art of surprises..." you said ironically. Jungkook stopped a step away from you. He lowered his head, looking at you from his height, "Marriage in exchange for debt repayment?"

His hoarse chuckle showed that your almost hysterical tone did not affect him.

"Your uncle really owes me a considerable amount of money," he said. "And the only way he can repay me is to marry you to me."

You were silent. Your eyes burned with anger. And at the same time... you couldn't understand why his presence made you feel weak. You hated him — but for some reason, you secretly enjoyed his company.

"Do you need the Purple Dragons?" you asked bluntly. Jungkook laughed, sincerely, almost contemptuously. It was funny that you thought that. Because all he wanted was for you to be around, he didn't care about your clan.

"Are you serious? Do you think if I wanted to take your father's assets, I would need marriage?" There was a hint of mockery in his voice. "I could have done it long ago." He noticed you hold your breath, but you didn't say anything.

Suddenly, he touched your face — brushing a strand of hair that had fallen on your cheek and tucking it behind your ear. You restrained yourself from flinching and felt an electric shock run through your skin.

"You're a smart girl, princess. You know I can get the Dragons without a strategic marriage."

You tried to burn him with your gaze, but his touch and closeness made it difficult to concentrate.

"Then why this marriage?" you asked, unable to control your tone.

Jungkook withdrew his hand and straightened up. He put his hands back in his pockets and replied slowly.

"There are many reasons, to be honest. Take, for example, the fact that you have declared yourself mine. And if you are mine, then you must be mine forever."

You raised your eyebrows for a moment when you heard his words, then spread them and looked at him mockingly.

"I said that while I was having an orgasm. It doesn't count."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and smiled slyly.

"What you say during an orgasm doesn't count?"

"Yes, it doesn't," you confirmed, lifting your chin. Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. Then he leaned a little closer.

"You felt so good when I was fucking your tight little pussy that you didn't know what you were saying?" His voice vibrated across your skin, echoing somewhere in your chest. Your legs throbbed at the memory of your last sex in Shanghai. "But you told me that twice. In case you forgot."

Your eyes fell treacherously on his lips, and you were overcome with a wave of desire to touch them.

"I forgot," you said defiantly, "I forgot everything that happened between us. Because it means nothing."

You tried to sound firm, feigning cold indifference. You forced yourself not to blink, not to reveal how wildly your heart was beating. But he saw everything. He always saw everything.

Jungkook nodded, the smile on his lips becoming thinner.

"Then I'll remind you," he whispered, "of everything you're trying to forget. How your body reacted when I entered you. What your voice sounded like when you asked for more..." Jungkook leaned even closer, and you felt the air between you become hot and tense. "You can say you've forgotten, but we both know what a liar you are, princess,"

"Shut up..." you hissed, "Our casual sex means nothing. We're enemies."

His lips almost touched yours. His breath burned your lips.

"No, princess. We're not enemies, we're fiancés who will soon become husband and wife."

"I'm not going to be anything but a thorn in your side. I won't be your wife, it will only be a strategic move to pay off debts," you said sharply. Jungkook straightened up without taking his eyes off you. He was silent for a few long seconds, then took a small package out of his pocket. He opened it and took out a ring. It was not made of ordinary gold, but black. The metal was matte, but when light fell on it, it shimmered purple. In the center was an exceptional purple diamond. The stone matched the color of the Purple Dragons' flag perfectly.

Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled it to his chest. You wanted to pull your hand away, but he held you tight.

"Wear it and don't take it off," he said and put it on your ring finger. You felt the cold metal touch your skin. "Wife,"

He let go of your hand. You looked at him with dissatisfaction and hid your hand behind your back, feeling the weight of the ring.

"While your uncle was dragging his feet with the engagement, the wedding preparations are almost complete. In a few days, we'll go pick out a dress for you..." He didn't get to finish because you interrupted him.

"Everything is almost ready? Were you so sure I would agree to this marriage?" you asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was sure," Jungkook replied matter-of-factly. You grimaced, unable to hide your irritation.

"Why do you need to go dress shopping with me? I can do it myself..."

Jungkook smiled slightly, but there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"You will choose. But where I'm taking you. With me."

You sighed tensely, trying not to show how much that phrase hurt you inside. Something in his voice, in his calmness, made you feel not just cornered, but as if you had been there for a long time, only you hadn't noticed.

"What if I refuse?" you said coldly. "What if I disappear?"

"You know I'll find you anywhere," Jungkook replied simply, "But next time, the difference will be that I won't offer you a ring. I'll come for what's mine without asking permission."

He took a step closer, and you backed away, but your foot hit the edge of the flower bed. The space was closing in, and he didn't even try to hide his delight at your reaction.

"You can keep fighting, princess," he said. "I even respect that. But deep down, you already made your choice that night in my hotel room."

Jungkook moved closer until there was no space left between you. His presence was intrusive, almost suffocating, and yet your body betrayed you, reacting to him as something familiar, dangerous, but desirable.

His fingers touched the edge of your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, eyes that pulled you into an abyss from which there was no return.

"You are mine," he said as if it were a fact beyond appeal. He looked into your angry eyes for a moment, then smiled slightly. He let you go and left behind a faint scent of musk.

You came out of the fitting room and walked wearily to the large mirror in the center of the room. Your gaze was indifferent, slightly irritated. The dress, although expensive and perfectly tailored, still evoked nothing but fatigue. You looked over your shoulder—Jungkook was sitting in a soft armchair, relaxed as always. His leg was crossed over the other, a phone in one hand, his eyes fixed on you the whole time.

You waited for him to finish his conversation. Only when he put down the phone did you sigh briefly.

"I'm tired. I don't like anything." Your voice was dry, almost indifferent. "We'll choose another time. Maybe."

This fitting had been going on for over two hours, and you were frankly annoyed. By the dresses. By the situation. By him.

Jungkook literally dragged you out of the office, not even letting you finish your meeting with your advisors. He burst into the conference room, silently took your things, and ordered you had to go with him. He said that some people were already waiting for you. You tried to argue, to explain that you were busy. He didn't listen. And in the end, you gave in — just to get rid of his intrusive presence.

But Jungkook seemed to be enjoying every moment. He greedily devoured you with his eyes, as if every curve of your body in wedding dresses ignited something animalistic in him. Especially when you weren't wearing a bra and your nipples were visible through the fabric of the dresses. He didn't even hide how he was watching you. You knew that look. The same one he had in Shanghai when his hands squeezed your thighs...

He stood up slowly, but there was a sense of power in his every movement. Jungkook walked along the rows of wedding dresses, examining them. His fingers freeze front one of the dresses, and he, barely touching the fabric, glanced briefly at the consultant.

"Take this dress off. She'll try it on,"

You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue softly.

"I've already tried on a dozen. That's enough for today," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jungkook came closer, with a barely noticeable smile, confident and maddeningly messing.

"This is the last one," he said softly, "And if you don’t like it either, I’ll buy this salon and shut it down for good. Because its staff failed to please my fiancée."

You froze and then glanced quickly at the girl holding the dress Jungkook had chosen. She paled at his words.

"Are you crazy?" You grimaced as you took the wedding dress from the salon employee's hands. "The salon is fine, it's just that none of this is to my taste,"

You didn't let him answer, just turned around and headed back to the fitting room. You drew the curtain and leaned your back against the wall, sighing. Fatigue settled in your body, pulsing, heavy. Your hands slid down, removing the previous dress. Your skin was burning, your body was slightly damp, and your head was a complete mess. Irritation. Fatigue. And... Jungkook.

When you put on the new dress, the curtain behind you rustled quietly. In the mirror, you saw his reflection. Jungkook was standing right behind you.

"Are you dressed it?" he asked evenly.

"Yes, I just need to button up..." You wanted to tell him to call the assistant to do it, but he took a step and came inside, closing the curtain.

"I'll do it," said Jungkook, stopping behind you. His fingers touched your back. "I need to know how to handle it... on our wedding night," his voice lowered slightly and sounded seductive. But you raised your eyebrow in surprise.

"Do you really think we'll have a wedding night?" you asked mockingly. You met Jungkook's gaze in the mirror and expected some confident or defiant answer, but he remained silent.

His fingers skillfully but slowly fastened with each button on the corset of the dress.

"By the way, did you know that seeing the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding is a bad omen?" you broke the silence between you. Jungkook chuckled slightly.

"Bad for those who believe in it," Jungkook replied briefly, fastening the last button.

You turned to him, standing close to him. His dark eyes were calm. It was as if you were in a normal situation, not trying on a dress for a forced wedding. It was as if you weren't enemies. You stared into his eyes, trying to understand who he really was. But the longer you looked, the more questions arose.

"Why do you want this marriage?" you asked insistently, wanting to know his true intentions.

Jungkook smiled.

"To keep you close. And to prevent you from harming my business," he replied, without looking away.

You smiled back, glancing briefly at his lips. And you felt that this answer might be partly true.

"Haven't you thought that if I'm around, I could do even more damage? To you and everything you're building?"

"Then I won't have to chase you around Seoul or all of Asia. I can punish you... right in our bedroom," Jungkook took a step forward, forcing you to take a step back. Your smile disappeared and your face turned icy.

"You're not going to touch me anymore, you bastard," you hissed, looking him in the eyes. The cold mirror touched your shoulder blades. Jungkook just smiled and leaned his hand against the mirror, leaning so close to you that you could steal each other's breath.

"Playing indifferent again," he said quietly in your ear. "But I know how your body betrays you. I can touch you right here. In this locker room. And you'll cum on my fingertips in minutes."

You felt him touch your thigh. His palm easily and nimbly slipped under your skirt. You caught his hand and stopped him, but Jongkook didn't respond to your attempts. He touches your pussy through the fabric at first, making you freeze, and a moment later he pushes the fabric aside and his fingers find your throbbing clit. You bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Jungkook leans away from your ear. His nose touches yours and he speaks directly into your lips.

"Or you prefer my tongue?"

Jungkook kisses you, and you immediately let his tongue into your mouth. The kiss is slow but deep. So sweet, so dizzying. You moan softly into his lips, unaware that it is killing Jungkook's control.

For a moment, you think about the staff and panic that someone might walk in on you. But you're more than sure that the staff saw Jungkook come into your fitting room. So the likelihood of being interrupted is very low.

His fingers caress you slowly, skillfully, gently, sometimes entering your passage. You feel an orgasm coming in less than half a minute. Your legs go weak.

Each of his touches sent a wave through your whole body. You squeezed his wrist, as if you could still stop him — but the pressure of your fingers was weak. Your resistance was almost symbolic.

"You're... disgusting," you whispered into his lips, angry but trembling.

"And you're beautiful when you're angry," he replied, and you felt his lips touch your neck. You wanted to hit him. You really wanted to. But your hands wouldn't obey you.

His touches became deeper, more confident. He knew your body as if it were his own. And even though you hated the way he treated you, your body betrayed you, burning with desire with his every movement.

You closed your eyes.

"Don't even think that it means anything..." you whispered, barely suppressing a moan.

"Then let me mean nothing for another minute," his voice was soft, hoarse, but controlled. As always.

You opened your eyes. Jungkook stared at you with a look full of desire, but calm and determined. Your eyes met, and without looking away, he knelt down.

You froze.

"Not this. Not here. Not..." you begged silently.

But the silk fabric of the dress was already sliding up your thighs. His hands spread your legs with such confidence that you wanted to scream — from desire or shame, you no longer knew.

Jungkook touched the inside of your thigh with his lips. Your breath caught in your chest. You leaned against the mirror, trying to maintain control.

His lips kissed your thighs right next to your pussy. He took off your underwear, and it fell to the floor. Jungkook grabbed your buttocks and pushed your thighs closer to his face.

You were ready to curse yourself for giving in to this temptation. But his kisses were so slow and teasing, so gentle, that his tongue made your heart beat faster. You almost whispered his name... almost. But you swallowed the sound just in time.

Jungkook's tongue swirled smoothly around your swollen, sensitive clitoris. You held his shoulders, barely understanding what was happening. His nose sometimes touched your folds and you felt his breath on them.

"Fuck, that scent... so delicious," he muttered, enjoying every millimeter of your pussy, every drop of your juices.

His hands held you tightly, but not roughly. Your legs began to buckle, and you leaned back against the mirror again.

When you finally grabbed his hair, your fingers were trembling. Your body was no longer obeying you. And before the wave of final release washed over you, you looked down... at the man you were supposed to hate.

And you didn't see an enemy there. You saw someone who knew you better than anyone else. He knew your deepest desires, but you knew nothing about him as a person, and that scared you.

Jungkook felt your clitoris twitch on his tongue. He held his tongue on your pussy until you came. Jungkook moved away, raising his eyes to meet your half-open gaze. He smiled triumphantly, having brought you to orgasm. His chin glistened with your juices, but he paid no attention to it.

Jungkook grabbed your white lace thong and pulled it back on. He got up from his knees and the skirt fell, covering your underwear.

You followed Jungkook's movements, breathing deeply and quickly. When he stood up to his full height, you tilted your head back slightly, and at that moment he kissed you again and you could feel yourself on his tongue.

Jungkook parted his lips and finally let you go. He looked at his crotch, and you looked there too. His bulge was very noticeable. Jungkook caught your gaze and smiled slyly.

"Want to help?" he asked. You looked down again, as if deciding, but in reality you had already decided.

You grabbed Jungkook by the belt of his black classic pants and pulled him toward you. Your hands confidently but slightly tremblingly unfastened his belt and button.

Jungkook helped you by pulling his boxers down to his lower thighs. His heavy, erect cock was already in your hands. You masturbated him, wanting to bring him to orgasm just as he had brought you a moment ago. Jungkook kissed you, but his greedy, passionate kiss threw you off rhythm. You stopped occasionally, and then Jungkook placed his hand over yours, preventing you from getting distracted.

You moved your palm along its length, thinking about how large it was and how well it filled your walls. You wanted him to penetrate you, but it was risky to remain in the locker room for so long.

Jungkook leaned his elbow against the wall. His face was close to yours, burning your cheek. He was breathing heavily and quietly, and that breathing aroused you again.

"So damn… good..." he whispered.

You felt his cock harden. He was about to cum right then and there. He stopped your hand and leaned back, leaving a small distance between your faces.

"Will you take it in your mouth? Or are we going to have to explain where the cum came from?" Jungkook asked with a smile. You could feel his cock pulsing in your hand.

You knelt down, not even considering how to explain where the semen in the locker room came from. You took him into your mouth and Jungkook exhaled tremulously. You ran your mouth around his cock and now it seemed even bigger to you.

You gave blowjobs to Taehyung nd Donmin, but they didn't feel that big in your mouth. Jungkook held your jaw, moving his hips forward. Fortunately, he came quickly because he was already on the verge. You felt the saltiness of his semen and, breathing deeply, swallowed everything Jungkook had poured into you.

Finally, when his cock went soft and stopped twitching in your mouth, you let him go. You got up from your knees, wiping away the remains of semen, but when you met Jungkook's gaze, you saw absolute satisfaction.

He put on his boxers and zipped up his pants. The smile never left his lips, and you felt embarrassment flood your face from his attentive and daring gaze.

"I think we'll take this dress because you look amazing in it, princess."

You looked away, and Jungkook gently touched your chin so you would look at him and winked at you. He left the dressing room and told the staff that he would buy the last dress you tried on.

You took off the wedding dress, and feelings of shame and anger burned somewhere in your chest.

The warm autumn evening air washed over your face as you left the salon. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jungkook take a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, light one, and inhale deeply. He tilted his chin up and exhaled. The smoke rose slowly. You froze, mesmerized by the scene.

Damn him. He was so handsome... you had to admit it. And he was as devilish as he was handsome.

Your jaw tensed, the memories from the fitting room still lingering, their traces remaining on your lips, between your thighs, in your throat.

"Where do you want me to take you?" he asked without further ado, turning back to you.

"To the office," you replied briefly. Your voice sounded even, cold. The coldness in your voice was almost demonstrative. You walked to the car pretending nothing had happened. But the scene kept spinning in your head: the mirror, his tongue, his fingers, his satisfied smile, your stifled moan.

Jungkook opened the car door for you, and you were about to get in when his hand gently but firmly stopped you. You looked up.

"What?" you asked irritably. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you held back.

He stared at you, holding your gaze a little longer than necessary. His eyes slid over your cheekbones, lips, neck, and you felt something stir in your chest. He took half a step back, but didn't remove his hand.

"Are you very busy tonight, princess?" Jungkook asked. You snorted.

"Even if I had a completely free evening... I'm busy for you," you replied, dryly and decisively.

He smiled with the corners of his lips. That smile you hated. Confident and teasing.

"Too bad. Because I have business. To you,"

"What business?" You thought you tried to sound disinterested.

"It's... about your father,"

You froze when you heard Jungkook mention your father. As if in slow motion, you saw Jungkook raise his eyes above your head, and then he grabbed you. He spun you around sharply, and you heard the sound of a gunshot. Sharp, hollow. You didn't have time to react before Jungkook literally pushed you onto the car, covering you with his body.

Your back hit the door, and his body fell on top of you with a muffled groan. Another shot. And another. Jungkook's security guards opened fire to protect their boss.

"Jungkook!" Your voice trembled. You moved back a few inches and saw him clench his jaw. His shoulders shook, his breathing became ragged. Then... warmth. Something hot on your forearm. "You... you're hurt!" Your voice became more hysterical, your hands frantically searching for where to press, how to help.

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* Samchon - uncle on the paternal side (father's younger or older brother)

You went outside and sat on a bench near the hospital, in a cozy garden where the smell of linden trees and fresh air slightly dampened your panic. The wind played with your hair, and for a moment it seemed to calm you down. But still, your anxiety grew — rapidly, obsessively.

What would you tell your parents? They didn't even know you had someone. And now? Tell them you're pregnant by... a killer? That you can't be with them because he takes the lives of others?

You clench your hands. Your chest feels heavy with tension. What to do next? How to live? What about work? In the best case scenario, it's six months and maternity leave. And that's if you can handle it. But what if you can't?

Your phone lights up in your hands. A message from Donmin. You reluctantly unlock it.

📲 Donmin: "How are you, Y/N? Have you left the doctor's office yet?"

Over the past month, Donmin has been around you more and more. He has become your friend. A friend who, as you knew, likes you. He had been worried about you ever since he first noticed how upset you were after breaking up with Jungkook. He wanted to know what had happened to you more than anyone else, so you told him a little about your previous relationship, who Jungkook was to you, but you didn't mention his name, only saying that you met him at your friend's birthday party.

At first, his text messages, calls, and excessive attention at work annoyed you. But over time, you got used to it and sometimes spent time with Donmin. He even managed to get you out of the house for a walk a few times, for which you were honestly grateful to him.

But just recently, you took a pregnancy test and it confirmed. So you made an appointment for an ultrasound to find out how far along you were. You knew roughly that a month had passed since you last had sex with Jungkook, and the woman who examined you confirmed it. Your baby is about 4 weeks old, and it is that little black spot on the image.

You exhale heavily. Donmin knows that you took a week off work. But you didn't tell anyone that you were pregnant. First, you wanted to be sure. So you took a week off work to find out what to do if the pregnancy was confirmed.

You block your phone and look up at the sky. And Jungkook's face appears before your eyes. His eyes, which looked at you with fire. His smile — bold, cunning, playful. And at the same time — so familiar. Your chest hurts again. A lot. Your heart hasn't let him go. That's why there isn't a single day that you don't think about him.

Would he be happy if he knew? Would he run away again, as always? You smile a sad smile — at yourself. And you ask yourself: is it even worth thinking about him now?

You unlock your phone, ignoring Donmin's message, and open a chat with Sajin. She's the one person you can tell this to. She was the only one who knew about your relationship with Jungkook from the very beginning. Because she was the one who introduced you. But you're more than sure that your friend told her boyfriend, Jimin, about you and Jungkook.

📱 You: "Hi, Sa. Are you home? I want to come over."

Sajin's name lit up in the chat, indicating that she was online, and then you saw that she had read the text message. Three animated dots appeared in the chat, and a moment later a message appeared:

📲 Sajin: "No. I'm at Jimin's. Waiting for the repairman. Come over, you can stay with me while the repairman fixes the intercom in the house."

📱You: "His intercom is broken? I'm on my way. Do you want me to buy you something to drink? Is it terribly hot outside? Maybe you want a beer?"

📲 Sajin: "There's cold beer here. Just come over. The intercom broke yesterday, so Jimin asked me to stay with him until the repairman arrives."

📱You: "Okay. I understand. I'll be there in half an hour."

You arrive at Jimin's house. His two-story house in the suburbs, with white walls and a large garden, looks peaceful, almost idyllic — not at all like your inner state. You stop the car, take your purse with the ultrasound photo that you can't get out of your mind, and call Sajin.

"Will you open the door for me?" you ask when she picks up the phone.

"The door is open, just come in. And leave the gate open — the repairman should be here any minute," she replies and hangs up.

You sigh slightly, push open the gate, and enter the yard, leaving it ajar. The door to the house is indeed open. Sajin is standing on the threshold, smiling, and as soon as she sees you, she immediately hugs you. Her touch is warm and sincere, but you feel something inside you freeze. Something that even a hug cannot remove.

"Hello, dear," you hear her voice near your ear.

"Hi," you say quietly with a sad smile. She lets go of you and looks at your face for a few seconds, obviously studying your appearance.

"Let's go have a drink. It's so hot outside that it's unbearable. I think a cold beer will save the day," she says over her shoulder as she walks to the kitchen. You follow her.

The kitchen in Jimin's house is as big as all the other rooms in his house. You sit down at the table, and Sajin goes to the refrigerator and takes out two bottles of beer. Condensation immediately appears on them. Your friend opens one bottle and hands it to you.

"Y/N, you look bad, are you sick?" she asks worriedly as she opens a bottle of beer for herself and sits down next to you. You smile again.

"Do I really look bad?" you ask playfully. Your friend takes a sip of beer and smiles.

"I could lie to you, but why would I do that? It feels like you've been don’t sleep for weeks straight. And you seem to have lost weight," said Sajin, looking at you closely. You pursed your lips and lowered your eyes to the untouched bottle of beer.

"Jungkook showed up," you say almost emotionlessly, but inside you feel tight from saying his name out loud.

Sajin raised her eyebrows while she took another sip of beer. She quickly swallowed the liquid and asked,

"Jungkook? Seriously, after all this time, he decided to show up?" There was sarcasm in her voice. You didn't look up, just nodded.

"Yes... a month ago, I accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally, ran into him at the club. At first, he was just watching, but then I bumped into him near the bathroom and he told me he wanted me..." you faltered as you recalled that day, the day that ruined everything between you.

"My God, what a jerk!" Sajin exclaimed, "He disappeared for several months when he heard your confession, and now he has the nerve to come and say that he wants you?!" You looked up at your friend and looked at her guiltily. She was silent for a few seconds, then realized that you weren't against it. "Just don't tell me you had sex with him that same night,"

"Yes, we did," you admit. Sajin rolls her eyes.

"But he dumped you, and you immediately fell into his arms?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, Sa... when I saw him, it was like I was torn to pieces. I missed him so much. Honestly, I didn't want to go, but my feelings were stronger than my principles."

Sajin took a sip of beer and her face suddenly softened.

"If I had known what a jerk he was, I wouldn't have introduced you to him. He looks so charming, but in reality, he only thinks with his dick," your friend didn't hold back with her words. You smiled slightly. "Was the sex at least good?"

A wave of heat ran down your spine as you remembered how Jungkook fucked you in the car that time.

"Considering that I hadn't had sex during two places and the fact that it was him, it was unrealistically good," you said without hiding anything. Sajin smiled slyly.

"Well, it reassures me that he at least gave you pleasure... so are you two back together now?"

You bite your lower lip, nervous about what you're about to tell your friend next.

"No. When we finished, I said it was the last time and left. But he seemed very hurt by those words and came to me in the morning. We had a not very pleasant conversation, but you know how all our conversations end, we had sex again,"

Sajin laughed and shook her head.

"You two are like idiots. Can't you figure out your feelings?"

"Sajin, it's not just about feelings, as it turns out. When I told him I loved him, he told me he didn't need my love and that as soon as I found out who he really was, my love would disappear..."

Sajin leaned her hands on the table, leaning a little closer.

"What do you mean, 'who is he?' Is he married?" she asked seriously. You chuckled sadly.

"It would be better if he were married..." you muttered. You looked up at your friend and met her puzzled gaze. "Sa... I'm going to tell you something, but please keep it between us, okay? Don't even tell Jimin."

She raised her eyebrows and looked puzzled.

"God, what is it? But I promise I'll keep quiet," you were silent for a while, gathering your courage to say out loud who Jungkook was.

"He confessed to me why he always came at night. Where those scratches and wounds came from," you exhaled, staring into space. "He's... a mercenary. He kills people. For money."

Sajin gasped and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. She looked as if her whole world had frozen for a second.

"Are you... serious?"

"I almost lost consciousness when he said that," you smiled bitterly. "And I asked him to leave. Forever. That's why I look like this, I can hardly exist without him..." you say quietly, struggling to hold back the tears that are choking you.

Sajin moved closer and hugged you. This gesture allowed you and you can’t hold back and cry. Hot tears ran down your cheeks, leaving marks on your white summer dress.

"Y/N, my dear, I'm so sorry that he turned out to be such a person..." Your friend's hand caressed your back incessantly. "Jungkook looks so sweet and kind. I noticed that there was something... dangerous about him. But to this extent? His tattoos and piercings... I thought it was just... an image. To be liked," she shook her head. "What a horror..."

You sobbed and drew air into your lungs.

"Yes, it's horrible..." you agreed, "It hurts so much to think about him," your voice broke. "I want to forget. Erase the memory. Go back to when I thought he just disappeared because he was afraid of love. Not because he has... blood on his hands."

"Y/N..." Sajin began, but you interrupted her.

"But that's not the worst part of this situation..." you said painfully. Sajin's hand froze on your back.

"Not the worst? I'm afraid to imagine what could be worse? Is he stalking you?" she asked in horror. You shook your head in denial.

"No, he's not stalking me... I haven't seen him since that night..." you say. Then you carefully free yourself from your friend's embrace.

"I'm pregnant," you say, your voice trembling. Sajin freezes, her eyes wide open.

"Pregnant...?" she stammers. You reach into your bag and take out the ultrasound photo. When you hand it to your friend and she takes it in her hands and looks at it, you feel a little relief. Now this secret is not so heavy on your shoulders because at least someone else knows about it besides you.

"Y/N..." she says your name, looking up. Sajin is confused and doesn't know what words would be appropriate right now. "How long have you known?"

"A week ago. I felt nauseous for several days in a row, and then I realized that my period hadn't started. I took a few tests, and they showed two lines. And today, the doctor said on the ultrasound that the baby is already 4 weeks old."

Sajin covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the picture again.

"Wow…what a news... What are you going to do now? Are you... are you going to have an abortion?" She looked into your eyes. You looked away.

"No," you said confidently for the first time, "This is my baby. It's not its fault who he is. I'm going to give birth."

Sajin put her hand on yours and squeezed your fingers.

"You are so strong, my girl. I will be there for you and help you in any way I can," Sajin promised you again, and her embrace was so comforting.

"Thank you," you whispered. "Thank you for always being there for me," you said gratefully.

You talked for a while longer. Sajin asked you if you were going to tell Jungkook about the pregnancy, and you said you weren't going to. It's dangerous because if he finds out, his reaction could be ambiguous, and you're afraid he might force you to have an abortion. You also asked your friend not to tell Jimin about it yet, and she assured you that she would keep quiet.

Half an hour passed. You talked about you and your pregnancy, about how to tell your parents, and then Sajin noticed that the repairman who was supposed to come to fix the intercom hadn't shown up. She called Jimin to ask him to find out when the repairman would be there or at least give her his number, but Jimin didn't answer the phone.

While you were talking, Sajin drank two bottles of beer. She had to drink the bottle she opened for you because you can't drink alcohol now. She went to the bathroom, complaining of a full bladder. But as soon as she entered the bathroom, someone knocked on the door. Sajin asked you to let the repairman in, because it was probably him, and she said she would be out in a minute.

You went to the front door. When you opened it, you froze. Instead of the repairman, Jungkook was standing on the doorstep. Your heart sank.

His black eyes met yours, and you felt like you could sink through the floor. He stared at you without blinking. You noticed his eyebrows slightly raised. His gaze was familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time. You immediately noticed that his jaw was covered with a dark bruise, and above his eyebrow was a thin line of tape that barely held the healed wound together. The lip on the same side was broken, and a small crack at the edge was still reddish.

It was as if something had squeezed you from the inside. An invisible fist struck your chest. You wanted to cry.

"Hi," he said first, clearing his throat.

His voice... you felt it as if you had been struck by electricity. Your whole body contracted into one emotion — a mixture of anxiety, longing, and indescribable tenderness.

"Hi..." you replied quietly, lowering your eyes. But you knew he wasn't taking his eyes off you. You could literally feel it with your skin. His silent presence burned, his gaze studied, read, penetrated deeper than you allowed.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked cautiously, but with a hint of tension in his voice. You barely pulled yourself together before answering:

"I came to Sajin... She's here."

His jaw tensed slightly. It seemed like he wanted to say something for a second, but stopped himself. Instead, he nodded briefly.

"I need Jimin. Is he home?" His question sounded soft, almost casual, but the tension between the two of you was palpable.

You didn't have time to answer because at that moment Sajin came out of the hallway. She paused for a moment, glancing at both of you, and something flashed in her eyes... a silent understanding. But she quickly pulled herself together and smiled warmly at Jungkook, as always, as if she didn't know who he really was and that you were pregnant with his child.

"Jungkook-ah, hi. What are you doing here?" Sajin stepped forward slightly, standing in front of you, as if shielding you from Jungkook. He noticed this. He glanced from Sajin to you, then turned his eyes back to your friend.

"I'm looking for Jimin. I need him. I can't get through to him on the phone."

Sajin shrugged.

"He went to work. Did you go there?"

"I was at his work, they said he left, but they didn't say where." Jungkook looked tense. You secretly looked at his wounds and wondered where they came from. Was he in danger?

"I called him a few minutes ago, he didn't answer my call either... is it urgent?" Sajin asked. Jungkook glanced at you again and noticed you looking at him, so his expression softened. You were more than sure he wanted to smile. But he restrained himself.

"Yes, it's urgent. But okay, I'll try to find him and call again. If he shows up, tell him to call me urgently." Jungkook glanced at you one last time and turned to leave, but Sajin's voice made him stop almost immediately.

"Hey, Jungkook-ah," she called after him. Your heart skipped a beat. Why did she stop him? He turned around, looking over shoulder. "Are you okay? What's wrong with your face?" You held your breath, waiting for his answer.

"I got into a fight," he said simply.

"Who with? Is that why you're looking for Jimin?" Sajin asked, and you were grateful to her for that. Jimin worked as a lawyer, and he was quite experienced and had a good reputation. His cases were high-profile and successful. Most of his clients were government officials or successful businessmen. And if Jungkook needed Jimin as a lawyer, then he had serious problems.

"No, it's not because of that. Tell Jimin that I'm looking for him if he calls," said Jungkook and quickly headed for the exit. You watched him go and felt like you were being torn apart. You wanted so much to hug him, kiss him, heal every wound he had. The thought that he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble cut you like an invisible knife. And the fact that you were carrying his child and couldn't tell him about it completely destroyed you. You burst into tears, and Sajin hurried to take you back into the house.

Tears ran down your cheeks, mixing emotions — longing, fear, anger, tenderness, loss. You sank down on the sofa, burying your face in your hands, as if trying to stop the silent cry of your heart.

"Hey, Y/N..." Sajin said gently, quickly crouching down beside you. Her hands touched your shoulders. "Don't cry, dear, you mustn't worry!" She tried desperately to calm you down, but you couldn't stop. The tears kept flowing, as if something you had been holding back for so long had finally been released.

"His face..." you whispered through your sobs. "He... he was all beaten up... Why does he look like that? Why is he urgently looking for Jimin?"

"I'm sure he's fine. And he got beaten up... maybe he was drunk and got into a fight with someone at a club... maybe it was some politician's son, and that's why he's looking for Jimin to cover for him?" Sajin suggested. But you didn't believe that theory.

"What if he was on the verge of death? What if someone wants to kill him?" you asked, remembering how he told you that someone wanted to kill him before, and that was when he disappeared. You cried harder, and Sajin said nothing more, just hugged you tighter, letting you cry it out.

And suddenly — a knock on the door.

You shuddered as if you were overcome by a chill again. Sajin looked around and hurriedly got up.

"It's definitely the repairman... I'll be right back," she said, and you couldn't get Jungkook's battered face out of your head.

You stayed with Sajin until the repairman fixed the intercom. Your hands were shaking, your eyes were burning with tears. But you tried to pull yourself together.

"I think I'll go..." you said when the repairman left, "I'm tired. I feel sleepy..."

Sajin frowned.

"Are you sure? I can go with you. Or maybe it's better if you stay?"

"No, thank you, Sa, for your concern. I've calmed down now. I woke up early, that's all. I need to lie down and rest,"

Sajin hugged you, as if sensing that you weren't telling her everything. She walked you to your car and said,

"Text me when you get there. And don't stress. You can't right now, you hear me?" You nodded, forcing yourself to smile.

When you got home, your mood got even worse. It was quiet, and the silence weighed on you like a steel press. You turned on the TV to distract yourself and lay down on the couch. You felt nauseous and had a headache. Some drama was playing on TV, but you couldn't follow it because he was in your head again. His eyes. His broken face. His appearance. It threw you off balance. You held on as best you could all these weeks without him. Even when you found out you were pregnant, you still held on, but seeing him again, and beaten up like that, was unbearably painful.

He won't know that you're pregnant with his child. You blame yourself for stopping taking birth control pills, and you blame yourself even more for not taking emergency contraception after you last had sex. What you found out then destroyed you, and you fell into despair, forgetting to take your medication. You could barely force yourself to drink water, let alone eat.

Memories of those nights, which seemed like just a pleasant adventure, flashed through your mind. Your decision: to be friends with benefits. But you didn't notice how you gave him your heart. Except for your first time having sex at Sajin's birthday party, you always used protection. And you remembered the night when you asked him to stop using condoms. That was the night he cum inside you for the first time.

It was starting to get light outside when there was a knock at your door. You quickly headed for the door, glancing at your watch. 4:15. It had become a pattern for Jungkook to arrive at the same time every day. He didn't always arrive at exactly 4:15; sometimes he was a few minutes early, sometimes a few minutes late, but it was always a quarter past four.

You waited for him all night, simply unable to had sin of sleep. You thought about him all day at work, and finally he arrived.

When you open the door, the cool air hit your face, touching the bare skin on your stomach. You smiled, feeling the warmth inside you as Jungkook looked at you.

He stood there in a dark hoodie and loose black sweatpants, a little tired, but with a slight smile that always made your heart race. His eyes scanned your figure, and his sweet smile turned sly.

Jungkook took a step towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist, and then almost immediately moved down to your buttocks. His lips are already on yours, his tongue is already penetrating your mouth, and this kiss is like a breath of fresh air.

His kiss gives you butterflies in your stomach, and a barely noticeable wave of excitement passes through you. As always, you kiss passionately, and your kiss is like that of lovers who have longed for each other. But you weren't in love, and you see each other almost every day. But your need for each other is so obvious. And when your lungs are burning, Jungkook separates your lips.

"Why are you dressed like that? Are you going somewhere?" He is still hugging you, his hands squeezing your buttocks. He wants to take you deeper into the house, but you stop him.

"I want us to go for a drive," you say and smile. Jungkook raises his eyebrows, and you realize he's not thrilled with the idea.

"Where do you want to go? It's four in the morning..." he says skeptically. You raise your eyebrows too and say discontentedly.

"Somewhere. Let's just get in the car and go for a drive..." you suggest. Something like a smile flashes across Jungkook's eyes — but it's not funny. It's skepticism. He blinks lazily, then leans toward you and his lips touch your jaw.

"Why go anywhere? We can stay at your place and do something more interesting than driving around..." he said between kisses. You put your hands on his chest and deflecting from it a little, as if resisting, but you were actually enjoying his kisses.

"Jungkook..." you said firmly. "I want to go for a drive. All I see is work and my bedroom..." Your voice sounded indignant. Jungkook stopped kissing your neck and approached to face you. Your faces were inches apart.

"Really? You have weekends off. Why don't you go out then?" Jungkook asked. You tensed up. Why doesn't he just want to go, why is he stalling? You have to get ready for work in three hours, and time is running out, but he seems to be doing it on purpose.

"I don't go out because I work a lot, and I don't want on weekends do it, because I’m so tired from job," you tried to justify yourself. Jungkook looked skeptical again, one of his eyebrows raised slightly in disbelief.

"And now you want to do it? At 4 a.m., when you have to be at work at 8 a.m.?" he asked with a smile. You were even more indignant. You already looked offended, and your desire to go somewhere with Jungkook melted away. The fact that he didn't want you made you angry.

"Yes, now I want to. But the way you're finding reasons not to go seems to have made him leave," you looked away and stared anywhere but at Jungkook. He was silent. So when you heard the silence drag on, you looked back at him.

"Okay, where do you want to go?" he asked, still smiling. That smile seemed mocking to you. But joy beat beneath your ribs.

"I don't know, let's just drive around town. We can buy coffee. We can go to Sokchon Lake," you suggested with a slight rush that actually hid your joy. Hearing your plans, Jungkook raised both eyebrows.

"Sounds like a date," he said mockingly.

"What date...?" you asked quietly. It stung inside. You weren't trying to go on a date with them. You just wanted to relax by taking a walk. "So that's why you're resisting, because it will look like a date if we go somewhere together?" you concluded.

"Well, I don't go on dates, so..." Jungkook didn't finish because you nervously pulled away from his hand and walked away from him. You went to the kitchen. On the way, you took off your shirt and threw it on the back of a chair, showing that you weren't going anywhere. You poured yourself some water — it was the first thing you could find.

You didn't look at Jungkook, but you heard him coming toward you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him approach and stand next to you. You felt his gaze, but you stubbornly ignored him, nervously gulping down water. You heard him smile, and then you felt Jungkook grab you, turn you toward him, and press you against the tabletop. His fingers took your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You gave him a look full of lightning bolts. He's still snickering at your anger.

"Are you offended?" he asked the obvious question.

"No," you say dryly.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"I am looking at you right now," you say in the same tone.

"If you want, let's go for a drive. Why are you so pissed, huh?" Jungkook asked sincerely, not understanding your indignation.

"I don't want to anymore," you say and turn away, pulling away from his fingers. You put the glass on the table and try to walk around him, but Jungkook pushes you against the table, blocking you with his hands on either side of your hips. His movement wasn't rough, but rather a little irritated, authoritative.

"Baby, we're going to Sokchon Lake now because you wanted to. So put your shirt back on, or you'll freeze by the water."

You breathed quickly, looking at his lips. You hated it when he did that, when he first played with your feelings and then agreed to do what you wanted. However, the determination with which he said it made you quietly happy.

"You don't go on dates..." you said sarcastically.

"So you really planned a date, not just a walk?" he smiled.

"No, I wanted to go for a walk. You're the one who saw it as a 'date,'" you replied.

"Whatever. We're going to the lake," he said, sounding as if it was no longer up for discussion.

"Why not agree right away? This is a must make me nerves first?" you said indignantly. But instead of an answer, you got a kiss. Jungkook's tongue took possession of yours. You felt his kiss become deeper, more confident, one of his hands sliding up your thighs to your waist, pressing you against him. His other hand remained stubbornly pressed against the tabletop, not letting you escape an inch. Not that you wanted to escape.

Your heart was beating wildly. His closeness, his scent — familiar and comforting, mixed with the light aroma of cigarettes — enveloped you like a blanket. You knew he could kiss you forever if he wanted to.

When he finally released your lips, you barely had time to breathe.

"Your anger is so hot. Besides, it's so much fun to make you nerves," he said with a smile.

"You're unbearable," you muttered. Jungkook kissed you again, but this time briefly.

"I'd rather stay home and fuck my sweet pussy, but if you want to go out... anything for you, baby."

"We have sex every day, we need to variety our meting somehow," you say when Jungkook lets you go. He hands you your shirt so you can put it on.

"Want to variety our meting?" Jungkook asked and smiled slyly.

"Yes, I do," you say, putting on the shirt. Jungkook's gaze darkens, and you know exactly what he's thinking. And it's not about a walk by the lake. You smile seductively, and you both know that this trip to the lake will not be boring. You walked past Jungkook to the exit, and he hurried after you.

You drove in his car — a black SUV cruising through the empty streets of a city just waking up. Soft music played in the cabin, and the scent of cherry car freshener mixed with your perfume in the air. Jungkook pulled into a small 24-hour coffee shop, got out alone, not allowing you to move from your seat. He returned with two cups, handing one to you with that same sly smile that drove you crazy every time.

You admired the morning view of Seoul. The city seemed completely different — quiet, light, and not as busy as it was during the day. You drank delicious hot coffee and listened to the music Jungkook had turned on until you reached Sokchon Lake.

The lights were still flickering on the water, the sky was beginning to brighten, but the clouds promised rain. Jungkook parked near the water.

"Shall we take a walk?" You suggested.

Jungkook agreed without commenting on whether it was worth doing. You walked around the lake holding hands, slowly, without rushing. You told him about your work, that you would soon have new interns, and that, to be honest, you weren't very eager to teach anyone because you already had so much to do. Jungkook listened. He nodded. Sometimes he interjected with his ironic remarks.

When you returned to the car, he sat on the hood, sliding his hood slightly back. You stood in front of him, checking your phone. He looked around—at the empty parking lot, the calm lake, the sky that was about to rain. Then he glanced at his watch.

"It's already five," he said, looking at you. You stared intently at your phone, ignoring his words. He grunted, then abruptly but not rudely took your hand and pulled you closer. You found yourself between his spread legs, pressed against him with your hips. His crotch touched yours — it was the kind of pressure that made your lower abdomen burn with desire.

Jungkook pulled you closer so that you would definitely notice him now.

"Well, baby, did you like this 'variety'?

"So much," you replied sarcastically, not taking your eyes off his lips, which you already wanted to kiss.

"I think it's time to diversify not only our meetings. Something else too..." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of playfulness and obvious desire.

"Uh-huh?" you asked, even though you knew exactly where he was going with this.

"My car seems like the perfect place for that. Want some variety in the back seat?"

You laughed softly, noticing how his eyes darkened. You put the phone you were holding in your back jeans pocket and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hood slipped off, revealing his slightly tousled hair.

"That's a good idea..." you said.

"I'm always full of good ideas, baby," he smiled slyly, defiantly. You both looked at each other. And as you both expected, this meeting would not end with a simple walk. You looked him over — from his dark hoodie to his eyes, which reflected the same feelings as yours. You leaned in and kissed him. One of his hands remained on your waist, while the other found the waistband of your jeans and slipped through it, touching your bare buttocks. He squeezed your skin, increasing the pressure on your lips. Jungkook kissed you deeply, awakening in you a desire not to stop.

Pulling away from you, he whispered:

"Let's go."

His fingers slid across your palm, intertwining with yours, and you walked to the car. The car, which a few minutes ago was just the backdrop for your conversation, now became the stage for something much more intimate.

Jungkook opened the back door and gestured for you to get in first. Inside, it was dark and cozy, the smell of coffee still lingering, and you held your breath as you sat down in the seat, leaning your back against the door. He got in after you — quickly, and in the next second, his lips found yours again.

His kisses became hotter, insistent in the best sense of the word. They undressed you without hands. Jungkook's fingers slid down your shirt, taking it off and throwing it aside. He broke away for a moment and pulled you onto his lap. You sat on top of him and felt him press closer, without any shame.

You felt his kisses on your neck, and his hands slid under your top, finding your breasts. He squeezed them, sending a wave of excitement through your body. His cock was hard, and you could feel it clearly as you moved slowly on his thighs.