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Fuck, what am I doing?

Your body feels so good, so warm under Jungkook's wandering hands. The sweet taste of your skin as his lips brush your collar bone, a sense of euphoria washes over his senses, it's enough to have Jungkook addicted, and he can't hold himself back from wanting a taste.

I told myself I would never hurt her like this, Jungkook scolds himself but his body foolishly disobeys, teasingly pushing himself harder against you and he bites his lip, mischievous dark orbs sparkling as he watches the way you come undone, how your cheeks burn a million shades of crimson red at the feeling.

So innocent, so pure, he shakes his head slightly, disappointed. I swore I wouldn't even touch her, I convinced myself that she'd eventually move on, give up on a disgusting monster like me...

Yet here he is, the bittersweet scenario of a lion who has finally caught his lamb in the midst of a public classroom that smells like old dirty text books and cheap air freshener. Definitely not what you would have wanted.

And Jungkook knows you so well.

He knows what you want.

For him to be your knight in shining armor, to change his unfathomable ways of swooning every woman that comes in his line of sight, giving them the best sex they'll probably ever have in their life, before kicking them to the curve like trash the next day. You want him to settle for the one woman who understands him, maybe even more than his own mother.

And he was ready to give you up, for your sake and his own piece of mind, but a nerve had been severed. It killed him inside once he had put two and two together, jealousy ultimately consumed him once he realized the person who marked you was none other than Park fucking Jimin.

So easily marking territory Jungkook wanted badly to claim.

Jungkook's eyes ignite at the thought, drift across the smooth inviting expanse of your neck, eyeing the large dark purple circle speckled in blue-black against soft skin, his beautiful masterpiece created simply to cover the disaster that was already there.

Jungkook can't help but to feel weird every time he sees you with Jimin, smiling, happy without him. He thinks back to all the times he felt broken, and there's a lot. The moments you were there for him when he needed, when his father would lash out against him and his mother, all the shit that monster did, when he would feel lost, like he didn't want to be in this world anymore. You were there. He's so used to being the only one in your life, and vise versa.

Maybe the relationship between you two is more unhealthy then either of you thought, realizing that this is isn't two best friends anymore. Something changed over time and what started off as two children who just happened to share snacks one day at the playground, ended up clicking together perfectly, so much so that it blossomed into something more as time passed, something neither of you were prepared for.

Something Jungkook never thought he'd feel in his life.

The overwhelming protective feeling Jungkook has whenever he's around you, the dying need in his gut to beat Jimin into a unrecognizable pulp, the urge to kiss you, to hold your hand...

It's becoming too much for him to handle.

Jungkook gazes into your eyes, watery and conflicted, clearly pained with a devastating desire of need to have him, to feel him more, molten fire burning through your veins, punishing you for not having the mind power to push him away. He can see how much you want him and he smiles sadly to himself.

That's the problem, they all want more. But I don't think I'll ever be able to give that, not even for someone as precious as you.

♡🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰♡

Everything about this moment feels so wrongfully right.

You're not sure how long you've been held up in this classroom but it's enough time for your body to become stiff from the tense muscle spasms created from standing too long and the stress of the situation at hand.

So much for going to class today...

You watch as Jungkook's eyes shift continuously, blazing brightly with the most conflicted expression before switching, darkening into an abyss of sinful mischief. It's almost as if he actually has two personalities and the fuckboy side of him is fighting tooth and nail to take over the microscopic amount of innocence he has left.

Somewhere deep down a sinful part of you wants to break free as well, to let Jungkook have his way with you right here, and it's slowly bubbling to the surface with each passing moment his lips embellish on your heated skin.

Jungkook pulls back, reaches a hand to stroke through the strands of your hair before curling his fingers at the nape of your neck to halt any more advances. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the hell away from me, Y/N."

Heat unwillingly pools at the base of your stomach at the intimidating words and you can't shake the sexual frustration you feel, can't stop your mouth from moving, from tempting the male before you. "You think I don't know this? Maybe I don't want what's good for me," for some reason your tone drawls out more seductive than you intended, clasping your hands on either side of the ugly yellow shirt barely hanging on his wide shoulders. "I told you I don't want to be good anymore. I want you, Jungkook, I want-- "

"Are you sure you can handle me?"

Maybe provoking him was a bad idea...

"I-I d-- "

"If I take you right here against the window for everyone to see, could you handle that, Y/N?" When you don't speak he continues. "This is what you want? For me to touch you like this?" Jungkook's hand doesn't hesitate to dip under your shirt, skimming the expanse of your stomach before diving lower, leaving a fiery trail behind as his fingers threatens along the perimeter of your jeans.

His voice comes out husky, barely over a whisper. "You want me to treat you how I treat those sluts, huh?" The dark chuckle that follows brings you back to your senses, awakens the moral side of your brain that realizes this isn't right, no matter how good it feels to have him be with you like this.

This isn't what you want, not here, not when Jungkook clearly isn't okay right now.

"Wait, Jungkook-- " Your breath hitches, you feel the pressure release as he easily pops the button of your pants with a devilish smirk cascading across his features.

"Jungkook-- " you try again but it's no use.

"What? Is something wrong?" You gulp, staring down at the floor as he continues to rest his heavy gaze on your face. "Always so quick to change your mind," Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head in aggravation. "Seems like I'm not the only one playing games here... "

"There will be no such games being played in my classroom!"

The booming shout echoes around the classroom, causing both you and Jungkook to jump apart. You almost have a heart attack, gripping your chest in shock as you turn in search of the face carrying the very pissed off voice.

Your face drains as you take in the figure striding angrily in your direction. "M-Mr. Min?"

So caught up in the fury of your first period teacher, you don't catch the glimpse of chestnut brown hair and wild eyes that flashes from across the room on the other side of the threshold.

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