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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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His thumb was still resting against her cheek when she kissed him again...This time slower..Intentional..not running from her feelings..She chose him...and he felt it.

The kiss deepened instantly — His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, fingers tangling lightly in her hair as he tilted her head just enough to take control.

A soft, breathless sound slipped from her lips..he swallowed it..Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if she needed something solid to hold onto.

“Say it again,” he murmured against her mouth.

She barely managed to whisper, “I want you..Jung—Jungkook”

That did something to him...he couldn't hold back..His hand dropped to her waist, pulling her firmly against him — no hesitation now. She felt the strength in his grip, the control in it.

“You’re shaking,” he muttered, voice rougher than before.

“So are you,” she breathed back.

He exhaled sharply through his nose — almost a frustrated sound — before kissing down her jaw..Her head tipped back instinctively, giving him access, trusting him.

“Jungkook…” she whispered and the way she said his name — soft, needy — made him pause.

He looked at her...eyes darker now.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said lowly.

“Then show me...” she replied.

That was it..He pushed her gently but firmly and it was enough to make her breath hitch at the impact..Her pulse thundered in her ears.

He climbed upon her..his body pressed against hers, eliminating every inch of space between them.

Forbidden..that word flashed through her mind..he b0ûght you..he controls this place.. he's a crim!+nal.He’s dangerous.

And yet her fingers slid into his hair, pulling him down to her again like she couldn’t stand the distance.

The kiss turned hungrier..less careful..her breath came faster..sounds slipping past her lips each time he deepened it.

He made a low sound in his throat — Like he’d been holding this in for too long.

“I waited,” he muttered against her skin, kissing down her neck slowly. “You have no idea how long I waited.”

Her hands tightened at his shoulders...His grip on her waist tightened slightly at that — not painful, just intense.

“You’re sure?” he asked again, but it didn’t sound like doubt anymore. It sounded like a man standing on the edge..She nodded quickly, breath uneven..“Yes.”

He lifted her without warning..She gasped softly as her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, her fingers clinging to him as he carried her toward the b#d.

The room felt smaller...Every step he took felt deliberate — like he wasn’t rushing even though everything in him wanted to.

When he laid her down, he didn’t pin her..he hovered..watching her..her hair spread against the sheets..her chest rising too fast..her lips parted..she looked up at him like he was both danger and salvation.

“You can still tell me to stop,” he said quietly.

Instead, she reached up and pulled him down by his collar..The kiss that followed was slower but deeper — like they were both tasting the moment.

His hand slid along her side, fingers mapping her carefully — but with a hunger beneath it now. Every time she reacted, every time she inhaled sharply or let out a soft sound, he adjusted.

Her nails dragged lightly down his back, not enough to hurt — just enough to make him tense..A quiet, almost broken sound left his mouth.

“You feel that?” she whispered.

His forehead pressed to hers..and he whispered..

“Every second of it.”

The tension wasn’t frantic.. like two people who had fought their feelings for too long and finally stopped resisting.

When he kissed her again, it wasn’t about dominance anymore..It was about need.

And when her voice trembled as she said his name again — softer this time, almost pleading — something inside him snapped in the most restrained way possible.

****

The room filled with uneven breaths..the outside world disappeared..It felt wrong..It felt like crossing a line that could never be uncrossed..

“I shouldn’t feel like this,” she murmured.

He looked down at her.

“Like what?”

“Like I chose the danger… and I don’t regret it.”

He brushed his lips against her temple...she closed her eyes at that..And held him tighter..not knowing just how dangerous that choice really was.

***

His mouth soon moved down her neck, slower this time, teeth grazing lightly just enough to make her shiver. Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping — not gently.

“Ah—” a quiet sound slipped from her lips..He froze for half a second.

“You like that?” he asked, voice rougher now.

Her chest rose quickly. 

“D-don’t stop.”

That was all the permission he needed.

His hands moved lower, gripping her waist more firmly now, pulling her flush against him so she could feel the full weight of his want.

Her breath hitched..The realization of it — of how much he wanted her — made heat rush through her veins.

“You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you..every time you looked at me. Every time you flinched and then stopped.” he said lowly.

Her fingers tightened in his hair.

“Then don’t hold back now.”

That did it..He caged her in with his arms, his body pressing into hers with undeniable weight..she dug her nails on his back.

“Careful,” he warned softly.

“Why?” she asked.

His eyes darkened even more.

“Because I don’t know how gentle I can stay if you keep doing that.”

Her pulse skipped..She liked that..and then he p*$hed in..too deep..she cried in pl##$ure..

The movements were less careful now..When she arched beneath him, a broken little sound left her throat that made him press his forehead against hers.

“Say my name again,” he demanded softly.

She did..not shyly..and the way she said it — breathless, almost needy — made him lose what little composure he had left.

The room filled with uneven breathing again..soft gasps, the sound of sheets shifting, whispered words tangled between kisses.

It wasn’t sweet..It wasn’t slow anymore..It was desperate..she was dripping..with his $***

When he finally stilled above her, breathing heavy, forehead resting against hers, he let out a quiet exhale that sounded almost like relief.

She touched his face gently then — completely different from the intensity moments before.

“I chose this,” she whispered.

His hand tightened slightly at her waist.

“I know.” he replied.

She wrapped herself around him afterward, holding him like she was afraid he’d disappear..And he let her.

For now the hunger was satisfied..but the control? That was still his...

***

She fell asleep tangled in his sheets..exhausted..emotionally drained..Her head was resting against his chest..fingers curled lightly in his shirt like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.

She had cried when she confessed..He had held her..He had kissed her like she was something precious..Like it was destiny..now she slept peacefully beside him.

For the first time since she was brought here… she slept without fear..That should’ve meant something..but unfortunately it didn’t.

***

He waited until her breathing evened out...his arm was still around her waist..He looked down at her face resting against the pillow..soft..vulnerable..dependent.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth..and carefully, he slid his arm away..She stirred slightly… instinctively reaching toward the warmth he left behind.

He got out of bed quietly..pulled on his robe..and walked toward the window..the moonlight spilled into the room, outlining his silhouette in silver.

He lit a cig#rette..The flame briefly illuminated his face..there was no softness there now..no love..just his ego satisfied..

He took a slow drag, eyes drifting back to the bed..She shifted again in her sleep… turning toward the space where he had been.

Even unconscious, she wanted him..A low chuckle left his throat.

Jungkook (murmuring to himself): Took you long enough.

He exhaled smoke toward the ceiling.. Seven months..seven months of distance..seven months of asking permission..seven months of protecting her from men he himself instructed to test her fear..it took her seven months to get in b*d with him..he laughed at the thought.

The fall down the stairs? Was an accident...but the hallway guard? He planned it..

He knew how to manipulate her..he made sure to be the only one that cares for her in this dark world.

He understood psychology better than anyone gave him credit for..She didn’t fall for him..He built the fall..He watched it happen..brick by brick..

And she kissed him first..he smiled faintly at that memory...She walked into it herself..That was the beauty of it.

His gaze shifted back to her sleeping figure...He crushed the cig@rette into the ashtray..and walked back to the bed..and sat beside her.

His fingers brushed her hair back gently — the same careful touch she romanticized..Her lips parted slightly in her sleep..She leaned toward his hand.

He studied her for a long moment..not with affection..but with ownership.

Jungkook (quietly): You chose this.. ofcourse..

He lay back down beside her..wrapped an arm around her waist again..She melted into him immediately.

And in her dreams…she smiled..she thought tonight meant love..not knowing the worst part wasn’t that he was dangerous..It was that he never loved her at all..

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