𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡 𝚐𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 (𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 & 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞)

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(This fanfic segment contains mature themes, expl?cit content, offensive sl@ngs, strong language. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please refrain from proceeding further. Before reading this part, it is recommended to read the fanfiction for context.)

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She tried to remove his jacket but the door suddenly burst open.

Y/N (coldly): “I knew it.”

Mara froze. Y/N’s eyes flicked from Jungkook’s flushed face on the bed to Mara practically draped over him. She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

Y/N (sharp): “You’re really shameless, Mara. Or maybe you just don’t have any self-respect left. To come to our anniversary party… and try this?”

Mara straightened, scoffing nervously.

Mara: “Don’t act so righteous, Y/N. He doesn’t even want you! You think a paper marriage makes you his wife? He came here willingly—”

Y/N (cutting her off, voice rising): “He came here because you dr*gg3d him! Because you can’t stand that he chose—no, that life chose me, not you. And you think humiliating him like this will make him love you?”

Mara’s face burned red.

Mara (spitting out): “He was mine before you ever existed. He’ll always come back to me!”

Y/N laughed.

Y/N (stepping closer, eyes blazing): “He was your friend, Mara. And now? You’re nothing but a desperate woman trying to ruin him. You dare touch my husband again, and I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.”

Without waiting, Y/N grabbed Mara’s arm and yanked her toward the door. Mara stumbled, her heels scraping against the floor.

Mara (protesting, shrieking): “Let me go! Jungkook! Say something!”

Jungkook groaned weakly on the bed, unable to lift his head. Y/N shoved Mara out the door, her voice low and deadly:

Y/N: “This is the last time you cross my path. Get out.”

She slammed the door shut, locking it behind her.

Turning back, Y/N’s chest heaved as she hurried to Jungkook’s side. He was lying on the bed, shirt clinging to his skin from the heat radiating off him. His hand trembled as he tried to sit up.

Y/N (softly, panicked): “Jungkook… what’s happening? You’re burning up—”

Jungkook (groaning, frustrated): “I… I don’t know… my head… it’s spinning…”

Y/N placed a hand on his forehead, feeling the unnatural heat. Her heart raced, fear slicing through her anger.

Y/N (determined, whispering): “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

Y/N knelt down in front of him, trying to steady him as his hand clutched at the sheets. His jaw was tight, chest heaving.

Y/N (worried): “Jungkook… tell me what’s wrong. What did she do to you?”

Jungkook’s head dropped, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He wouldn’t meet her gaze. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he muttered, voice rough and strained.

Jungkook (low, embarrassed): “It’s… my body… I can’t control it. She put something in my drink i think… and now I—”

His eyes flickered downwards, and Y/N followed instinctively. Heat rushed through her as she realized what he meant.

Y/N (stunned, whispering): “Oh my god…”

Jungkook finally looked at her, shame and frustration mixing in his gaze.

Jungkook (hoarse): “This isn’t me… I swear, Y/N. I didn’t want this. I didn’t… I would never…”

He broke off, groaning softly as the tension in his body worsened.

Y/N (firm, though her cheeks burned): “I know. I believe you. You didn’t ask for this.”

The silence between them grew heavier, the air charged. Jungkook’s breathing was ragged, his knuckles white where he gripped the sheets.

Jungkook (struggling, voice breaking): “If you… stay this close… I don’t know if I can hold back…”

***

Soon he was kissing her. The heat between them grew unbearable. Jungkook’s lips devoured hers again, this time slower, deeper, as he was tasting her for the first time. 

His hands slid from her waist to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Jungkook (groaning against her lips): “Damn it, Y/N… I can’t stop…”

Y/N (whispering, breathless): “Then don’t…”

Her words pushed him over the edge. He laid her down on the bed, bracing himself above her. His eyes searched hers, desperate and conflicted.

Jungkook (low, hoarse): “Tell me to stop… before it’s too late.”

Y/N shook her head, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing his lips.

Y/N: “I’ve been waiting for you… all this time. I don't- don't want you to stop.”

Something flickered in his eyes— relief, hunger, maybe even something deeper. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue sliding against hers. 

Y/N gasped into his mouth, her body arching up as his hands roamed, finally touching her like he’d wanted to but never allowed himself to.

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving heated kisses, biting gently at her collarbone. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging when he found a spot that made her moan softly.

Jungkook (panting, against her skin): “Do you have any idea… what you’re doing to me?”

Y/N (whispering, trembling but sure): “Maybe the same thing you’re doing to me…”

Cl*—thes were tossed aside, until nothing stood between them but heat and skin. Jungkook paused, his forehead pressed to hers, chest heaving.

Jungkook (serious, voice breaking): “This isn’t just the drug, Y/N. It’s you. I want you.”

Her heart raced at his words. She pulled him closer, her lips brushing his ear.

Y/N: “Then t@ke me, Jungkook. Please…”

He groaned, almost broken by the sound of her pleading, and finally gave in. His lips claimed hers again as he moved, their bodies fitting together, finally giving in to months of tension.

The room filled with gasps, mo@_ns, the rustle of sheets. Jungkook’s name fell from her lips over and over, each time making him lose himself deeper in her. He moved with a mix of hunger and care, as if he couldn’t decide whether to worship her or devour her.

Jungkook (hoarse, whispering against her neck): “I- i love you…”

And for the first time, Y/N believed it.

***

Jungkook’s body pressed her deeper into the mattress, his skin hot against hers, his breath ragged as he kissed her again—hungry, desperate, like he had been starving for her without even knowing it. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, feeling every muscle tense beneath her fingers, tugging him closer, needing him just as much.

Y/N (breathless, against his lips): “Please, Jungkook…”

Her voice shattered the last of his restraint. He groaned low in his throat, his lips trailing down her throat to her chest, kissing, nipping, leaving marks that made her gasp and arch beneath him. His hand slid slowly down her side, memorizing every curve as if he’d been waiting his whole life to touch her.

Jungkook (hoarse, muttering against her skin): “You have no idea… how much I’ve fought this…”

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling gently as he kissed lower, and she whimpered softly.

Y/N (whispering): “Then stop fighting.”

His head snapped up, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. For a moment he just stared at her, chest heaving, as if committing her face to memory. Then he leaned down, kissing her slower this time, deeper—like she was his only truth.

When he finally slid into her, she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He cursed under his breath, burying his face into her neck, holding her still as their bodies connected for the first time.

Jungkook (voice rough, strained): “F*—ck… you feel… unreal.”

Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer. He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, every reaction, listening to her breath hitch and break into moans.

The pace built gradually, his thr#sts deeper, harder, each one pulling soft cries from her lips. Their bodies moved together like they were made to fit, every kiss and touch more desperate, more consuming.

Y/N (mo@ning softly): “Jungkook…”

Hearing his name like that—broken, needy— made him lose it. He kissed her fiercely, his hand gripping her waist as he quickened his pace. She clung to him, her body trembling beneath his, the heat building between them until it was unbearable.

Jungkook (panting, whispering against her lips): “Say you love me…”

Y/N (whimpering, nodding): “I- i love you Jungkook …”

That was all it took. His rhythm grew rougher, more frantic, as if proving to both of them that what they had was real, undeniable. Her cries grew louder, his groans deeper, until they both crashed over the edge together, trembling and breathless.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest, still panting, his heart racing like it was about to break free.

For a long moment, there was silence—just their heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and the realization of what they had just done. Jungkook pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost unconsciously, his voice hoarse.

Jungkook (softly, almost to himself): “My wife…”

***

The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, still heavy, still uneven. Y/N lay against his chest, her cheek pressed to the rapid beat of his heart. 

Jungkook’s arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her tighter than he ever had before, as if letting go would undo everything.

For once, she didn’t feel the need to move, to speak, or to remind herself that he hated her. Because in this moment, he didn’t.

Jungkook’s fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder, his jaw clenched like he was fighting himself. Finally, he spoke, voice low and unsteady.

Jungkook (quietly): “I never thought… I’d look at you like this.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her lashes brushing against his skin.

Y/N (soft, cautious): “Like what?”

He swallowed, his throat bobbing, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it hurt to admit it.

Jungkook: “Like you’re mine… not just because of a paper. But because I want you to be.”

Her chest tightened, her hand instinctively clutching at him. She had dreamed of words like this, but hearing them made her both ache and melt.

Y/N (whispering, almost afraid): “You don’t mean that. Not after everything you said before.”

Jungkook turned to her then, his hand cupping her cheek, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were softer than she had ever seen them, but still intense, like he was baring a part of himself he never wanted her to see.

Jungkook (hoarse, honest): “I meant it back then. I hated that it wasn’t Mara. I hated you for existing in the place she should’ve been. But now…”

He paused, brushing his thumb over her lips.

Jungkook: “…Now I realized I don’t want it to be her. I don’t want anyone else.”

Her breath caught. For a second, she didn’t know if she should believe him. But the way he held her, the way his voice trembled, told her this wasn’t a lie.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she tried to look away, but Jungkook kissed her softly—different from before, not desperate, not rough. Just… tender.

Y/N (whispering against his lips): “Don’t say it if you’ll take it back tomorrow.”

Jungkook (firm, brushing her hair back): “I won’t.”

He pulled her tighter against him, burying his face in her hair.

For the first time since their marriage, Y/N fell asleep in his arms—not crying, not wishing, not dreaming. Just… his.

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