Chapter two
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Jimin couldn't focus.

The weight of Jungkook's proposition clung to him like a shadow, invading every corner of his mind.

He sat in the back of the classroom, eyes fixed on the board, but nothing registered.

The words floated in and out of his consciousness like smoke-there, but intangible, disappearing before he could make sense of them.

It didn't matter what the teacher said. His thoughts spun in an endless loop, repeating the same few sentences Jungkook had whispered the night before.

Enemies with benefits.

Jimin's grip tightened around his pen, his knuckles white with tension. Every instinct told him to fight back, to resist.

But there was no real way out. Jungkook had him trapped, and he knew it.

He hated how easily Jungkook had gotten into his head, how he had used Jimin's one soft spot-his relationship with Kai-against him like a weapon.

He glanced sideways at Kai, who sat a few rows away, completely oblivious to the turmoil that raged inside Jimin.

Kai was scribbling notes, his brow furrowed in concentration, unaware that their secret was teetering on the edge of exposure.

Jimin's chest tightened with guilt. If Kai knew what was happening... if he knew that Jimin may agree to Jungkook's twisted game to protect them both...

The bell rang, pulling Jimin from his spiraling thoughts. He stood quickly, shoving his books into his bag, hoping to leave the room before his mind could pull him back under.

But as he stood, a small folded note fluttered onto his desk. His heart dropped, recognizing the scrawled handwriting immediately.

Meet me on the roof. Now.

Jimin didn't even need to look to know who had written it.

He gritted his teeth, eyes flicking up to where Jungkook lounged near the door, his smirk already in place, like he knew exactly what was going through Jimin's head.

That smirk-that smug, infuriating smirk-made Jimin's blood boil. Jungkook was enjoying this, savoring every second of Jimin's discomfort.

Crushing the note in his hand, Jimin pushed past his classmates and out of the room, barely registering Kai calling after him.

He couldn't face Kai right now, not with Jungkook's words still haunting him. "You give me what I want, and I'll keep your little secret safe."

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He made his way up the stairs, each step heavier than the last. His mind raced, a storm of conflicting emotions-anger, fear, guilt, shame-all swirling together, choking him.

By the time he reached the rooftop door, his chest was tight, his breathing shallow.

Pushing it open, he was greeted by the cool rush of air, the sky painted in soft hues of early evening.

Jungkook was already there, of course, leaning casually against the railing, his back to the door, watching the horizon as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Jimin hated him for that. Hated how calm he looked, how in control he seemed to be.

Hated how this was just another game to him.

Jimin stepped forward, his voice sharp. "What do you want, Jungkook?"

Jungkook turned at the sound of his voice, that familiar smirk widening as he took in Jimin's tense posture.

"Ah, Jimin. Always so quick to the point."

"I'm not here to play your games. Just tell me what you want," Jimin snapped, folding his arms tightly across his chest as if that could protect him from the storm brewing between them.

Jungkook chuckled, pushing off the railing and taking a step closer.

"I think we both know what I want. The same thing I told you last night." His eyes gleamed with a dark amusement.

"You and me... we have unfinished business."

Jimin's stomach twisted with disgust. "You're insane if you think I'm going to-"

"Stop pretending, Jimin," Jungkook interrupted, his voice suddenly cold, the playful tone vanishing.

"I've seen the way you look at me. The way you've always looked at me, even when we were fighting."

He took another step forward, his gaze locking onto Jimin's with a dangerous intensity.

"You like this. The challenge. The push and pull. You need me, just as much as I need you."

Jimin's hands shook at his sides, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to deny it and threw the accusation back in Jungkook's face.

But the truth was a part of him-the part he hated, the part he wished didn't exist-was drawn to the chaos Jungkook brought into his life.

The thrill of their rivalry, the adrenaline that surged through him every time they clashed, every time they traded barbs...

It had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface, even when he had tried to ignore it.

But this-this was something else. Something darker. Something dangerous.

"This isn't a game," Jimin spat, taking a step back, putting more distance between them. "I'm not your toy."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading into something more serious, more predatory.

"No, you're not. You're my rival. And you used to be good at it." He paused, his voice lowering as he took another step closer.

"But then you went soft. You started sneaking around with Kai, passing cute little love notes, smiling like some lovesick idiot. And now..." He trailed off, his gaze hardening. "Now you're boring."

Jimin flinched at the word, his chest tightening with anger. "So what? You want to blackmail me into... what? Being your rival again? Fighting with you just so you don't get bored?"

Jungkook's smirk returned, but there was no humor in it. "Exactly."

Jimin's breath hitched. This was about control. Jungkook didn't just want to destroy him-he wanted to keep him in this twisted dance, to keep pushing him until Jimin had nothing left but their rivalry.

No happiness, no peace, no love-just the endless cycle of conflict that kept Jungkook entertained.

"You're sick," Jimin muttered, shaking his head. "I won't do this."

Jungkook's smirk lingered as he stepped closer, eyes still gleaming with that infuriating confidence.

The weight of his gaze pressed down on Jimin, a mix of challenge and something darker.

His hand grazed Jimin's neck before wrapping itself entirely around Jimin's slender neck.

Tightly.

"You've changed, Jimin," Jungkook muttered, his tone almost disappointed, but there was an undercurrent of something sharper.

"I used to enjoy going head-to-head with you. Now you're distracted, soft."

Jimin clenched his jaw, refusing to let the words cut deeper than they already had. "Why do you care?"

Jungkook shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his lips, though his eyes stayed sharp.

"I've got important things to do right now, but this conversation isn't over. I want to talk to you properly about all of this."

Jimin's stomach dropped as Jungkook's words hung in the air like a threat.

"Meet me at the gym tonight," Jungkook said, releasing his neck as Jimin began coughing slightly, Jungkook turned on his heel, his back now to Jimin.

"8 o'clock. Don't be late."

Before Jimin could respond, Jungkook walked away, leaving the rooftop door to swing shut behind him with a soft thud, the weight of the upcoming meeting sinking into Jimin's chest like a stone.

Jimin stared at him, the weight of Jungkook's words pressing down on him like a vice.

He had no choice.

Jungkook had him cornered, and if he didn't agree, everything-his reputation, his relationship with Kai, the fragile happiness he had found-would be shattered.

Jimin's heart sank.

He was trapped, bound to Jungkook by secrets and threats. There was no escaping this.

"I hate you," Jimin whispered, his voice breaking.

Jimin's mind raced as he walked through the halls, trying to make sense of the pact he had made with Jungkook.

It didn't feel real-like he had been pulled into some nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

His chest tightened with every step, his thoughts circling back to the gym, to Jungkook's twisted offer.

Enemies with benefits. The words haunted him. How had it come to this?

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The day passed in a blur, with Jimin barely able to focus on his classes.

His hands trembled as he took notes, and he could feel Jungkook's gaze on him from across the room, sharp and unrelenting.

Jimin didn't dare look back, afraid that one glance might give away too much-might show just how deeply Jungkook's words had gotten under his skin.

But the worst part was pretending like everything was normal. Like nothing had changed between him and Kai.

When Kai had asked him if he wanted to meet for lunch, Jimin had almost said no.

He didn't trust himself to keep it together, not with Jungkook lurking in the background, always watching, always waiting.

But he couldn't push Kai away-not when Kai was the only thing keeping him grounded.

As they sat together under the cherry blossom trees, the air filled with the soft rustling of leaves, Jimin tried to relax.

Kai's smile was as bright as ever, his presence warm and comforting. But Jimin couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched-that Jungkook was somewhere nearby, ready to strike.

Kai must have noticed Jimin's distraction because he reached out, gently touching his hand. "Hey," he said softly.

"You've been off all day. What's going on?"

Jimin hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't tell Kai the truth-not without dragging him into the mess Jungkook had created.

So instead, he forced a smile, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I'm just tired," he lied. "It's nothing."

Kai frowned, clearly not convinced. "If something's bothering you, you can talk to me, you know that, right?"

Jimin nodded, his stomach twisting with guilt. He wanted to tell Kai everything-to confess the truth about Jungkook's threats, about the sick deal he had been forced into.

But how could he? How could he put Kai in danger like that?

"I know," Jimin said quietly, squeezing Kai's hand. "I'll be fine. I promise."

Kai studied him for a moment longer before letting it go, his smile returning. "Okay. Just... don't keep things bottled up, alright?"

Jimin nodded again, his chest aching. If only it were that simple.

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The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Jimin stepped into the gym, the faint echo of his footsteps reverberating off the walls.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and determination, a contrast similar to the turmoil brewing in his chest.

He glanced at the clock on the wall-8:02 PM.

Jungkook was late.

Typical Jungkook.

Jimin leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, nerves gnawing at him.

The anxiety twisted in his stomach, churning like a storm. He had spent the entire day dreading this moment, but now that he was here, he was filled with a strange mix of anger and anticipation.

The weight of Jungkook's earlier proposition loomed over him, suffocating in its complexity.

How could he have agreed to this? How had he let Jungkook take control?

The door swung open, and Jungkook sauntered in, his posture relaxed, a smirk already playing on his lips.

"You're early," he said casually, his voice smooth and teasing.

"Or you're late," Jimin shot back, irritation flaring at Jungkook's nonchalance.

He felt his heart race at the sight of him, the familiar mix of attraction and anger igniting something deep within.

Jungkook shrugged, moving closer. "You know me. I don't like to be kept waiting."

He eyed Jimin up and down, an amused glint in his eyes. "You look cute when you're annoyed."

Jimin rolled his eyes, pushing past Jungkook toward the center of the gym. "Let's just get this over with."

"Sure thing," Jungkook replied, following him. "But first, let's lay down some ground rules for our little arrangement."

Jimin turned to face him, crossing his arms defiantly. "What rules?"

Jungkook stepped closer, the smirk on his face replaced by a more serious expression.

"You need to understand what you're getting into. There are ten rules I want you to remember."

"Ten?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping into his voice.

"Yeah, ten. Let's start with Rule One: Wherever I want, you'll come-24/7. No questions asked." Jungkook held Jimin's gaze, the challenge clear in his eyes.

Jimin swallowed hard but nodded, steeling himself. "Fine. What's next?"

"Rule Two: When we're together, it's strictly business. No feelings, no mushy stuff. Just physical." Jungkook's tone was direct as if he was reading from a script.

"Got it," Jimin muttered, already feeling the tension creeping back in.

"Rule Three: You'll do what I say when we're together. If I suggest something, you'll agree to it. No objections."

Jungkook's voice was firm, as he watched Jimin with intensity, gauging his reaction.

Jimin clenched his fists at his sides, feeling the urge to rebel against Jungkook's demands. "What if I refuse?"

Jungkook smirked, leaning in slightly. "You won't. You'll learn to enjoy it."

"Rule Four: Keep everything we do private. No talking about this with anyone. If word gets out, it ruins both of us."

Jungkook's eyes darkened, emphasizing the seriousness of the statement.

"Fine. I understand," Jimin said, his irritation boiling over, yet a part of him felt a thrill at the secrecy of it all.

"Rule Five: This isn't just about sex; there will be challenges to keep things interesting. You'll need to push yourself."

Jungkook added, clearly relishing Jimin's discomfort.

"Great," Jimin replied sarcastically, wondering what Jungkook had in mind.

"Rule Six: You're not allowed to complain. If you don't like something I suggest, you keep it to yourself," Jungkook continued, his expression serious.

Jimin took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "You think you can control me?"

"Trust me, Jimin. I can," Jungkook said confidently, stepping back slightly.

"Rule Seven: There's no one else. This arrangement is exclusive. If I catch you with someone else, it's over." Jungkook's eyes narrowed, challenging Jimin to dispute him.

Jimin's heart raced, both from the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice and the implications it carried.

"I can handle myself," Jimin shot back, though doubt flickered in his mind.

"Rule Eight: We'll keep things discreet. If anyone finds out, it could ruin everything for us," Jungkook emphasized, his tone shifting to a more serious note.

"I can do that," Jimin replied, though he wasn't sure how long he could maintain the façade.

"Rule Nine: You'll have to tell me where you are after every four hours max any fucking up and you'll be punished
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Jungkook's voice turned low and commanding, making Jimin's stomach flutter with something he couldn't quite name.

Jimin took a step back, trying to process everything. "I don't like this, Jungkook."

Jungkook smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes.

"You'll get used to it. And Rule Ten: This arrangement is temporary. We'll revisit the terms every month. If it gets too messy, we can always walk away." Jungkook finished, crossing his arms as he regarded Jimin with an expectant look. "I meant I can walk off not you"

Jimin stared at Jungkook, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on him like a vice.

The atmosphere thickened, electric with unspoken tension. "So, what now?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty lacing his voice.

Jungkook stepped closer, invading Jimin's personal space, his expression shifting to something more intense.

"Now," he said, his voice low, "we seal the deal."

Without warning, Jungkook captured Jimin's lips in a kiss.

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Thank you for reading Chapter Two! Ik I said next Friday but I was just so excited still the tension between Jimin and Jungkook is starting to heat up, isn't it?

What do you think of Jungkook's rules? Will Jimin be able to stick to them, or will things spiral out of control?

Your thoughts and feedback mean so much to me, so please leave a comment! Stay tuned for Chapter Three, where the stakes get even higher.