Chapter 8
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Jimin’s breath came out in quick, uneven gasps as he descended the stairs. His legs felt weak, barely supporting him, the aftermath of the balcony high leaving him disoriented, like he was floating just outside his own body.

The rush, the euphoric buzz, still lingered beneath his skin, but now it was a heavy thrum in his veins, unsettling and unyielding.

The pounding bass from the Viper Den’s speakers vibrated through the floorboards, and Jimin could feel it in his chest—loud and invasive.

His heart, already racing from the earlier adrenaline, now thudded with something else—a parandoid feeling he couldn't shake.

"Your losing" his mind kept shouting.

The club’s noise, the clinking glasses, the laughter that echoed around him, all of it felt overwhelming.

Each sound cut through him like a sharp blade, close and deafening, as though the walls were closing in on him.

The air was thick with bodies, with heat, and with the electric buzz of anticipation.

And then he saw him.

Jungkook.

Standing at the bar, impossibly still and impossibly commanding, like the world moved around him while he remained the center of it all.

Jimin froze mid-step. Time seemed to slow down as his gaze locked onto Jungkook, the dim red and gold lights of the club painting the scene like a living painting.

Everything around him blurred, faded, until the only thing that remained was the weight of Jungkook’s eyes on him.

His heart skipped a beat, and Jimin felt something inside him twist—a heat spreading from his chest to his stomach, swirling deeper.

It was impossible to ignore, to push down, no matter how hard he tried.

Jungkook’s eyes never wavered from Jimin, and with a single smirk, something shifted in the air between them.

That smirk—it always had that effect on him. A sharp pull, like a magnet drawing him in, no matter how hard he fought against it.

Jimin wanted to look away, to keep walking, but his body refused to obey.

It was a feeling he couldn't describe—part dread, part something else. Something darker, something that made him feel exposed, like his skin had turned too thin.

He felt the tightening in his chest, the way his breath hitched. And yet, beneath all of it, there was a hunger. A need that clung to him, unspoken but undeniable.

Jungkook pushed off from the bar with a languid grace, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s.

Each step he took felt like it was pushing the room closer, narrowing the space until it felt like there was nowhere to run.

The space between them shrank until the air itself became thick with unspoken things.

"Down from your high already?" Jungkook’s voice slid into Jimin’s ears like velvet, smooth but edged with something sharper.

Something more like mockery.

There was no mistaking the challenge there, the promise of something unspoken. "I saw you."

The words hung in the air, thick with heat, with tension. Jimin’s pulse raced, but he stood frozen, not sure whether to deny or confront the truth in those words.

Jungkook’s smirk deepened as he stepped closer. Jimin could feel the heat radiating off of him, the subtle movements of his body—the brush of fabric against skin, the slow, deliberate pace that made every inch closer feel like an eternity.

Every small movement sent a ripple through Jimin, making his pulse spike.

It was as if the air around them thickened, charged with something they both refused to acknowledge, but couldn’t resist.

The tension wrapped around them, tightening with each breath, until it became nearly impossible to breathe.

“I saw you,” Jungkook repeated, his voice low, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s.

It wasn’t a question.

It wasn’t a tease.

It was a statement of mockery.

“And let’s just say... it was interesting.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat. Heat flared up his neck, across his cheeks. His mind went blank, the world spinning in a haze of confusion and desire.

He wanted to say something. Anything. But the words stuck, clogged by a feeling he couldn't name.

"You’re not going to pretend like you didn’t know I was here, are you?" Jungkook’s voice was a low rumble, teasing but demanding, a quiet dare in the air between them.

"Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were putting on quite the show."

The words hit Jimin like a punch to the gut, but instead of flinching, he smirked, trying to cover the fire building inside of him with a cool facade.

“And. So. what? You act like you’ve never seen something like that before,” Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms, even as the heat in his body seemed to flare up, betraying him.

His pulse quickened in his throat, and his chest felt tight, as if he were being pulled toward Jungkook by some invisible force.

"Not everyone gets that kind of show," he continued, the challenge evident in his voice. He tried to look unaffected, even as his heart raced beneath the surface. “You should be flattered.”

Jimin’s eyes locked with Jungkook’s, and despite his words, the truth gnawed at him. There was no pretending it didn’t affect him.

No pretending he hadn’t just let Jungkook in, exposed something private, and personal.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly, but his smirk remained. "Not everyone, huh?" He took a step closer, his breath brushing Jimin’s ear, sending shivers across his skin.

"Tell me, Jimin. Don’t tell me you’re already over it?"

Jimin’s jaw tightened. The words were like fire, like they burned his very core. He wanted to lash out, to deny it.

But the weight of Jungkook’s presence was suffocating, pulling him deeper. His heart pounded as if it were trying to break free from his chest.

The world around them seemed to vanish. The lights of the club flickered, the music faded into the background.

It was just the two of them now, standing so close that Jimin could feel the heat of Jungkook’s body.

He could feel the weight of his gaze, the unrelenting pull between them. Every movement felt deliberate, purposeful, as if Jungkook were drawing him in, making him a part of something Jimin couldn’t control.

The air around them felt thick, charged with something both dangerous and irresistible.

Jungkook’s presence enveloped Jimin, like a storm that couldn’t be outrun, no matter how much he tried.

His body was betraying him in the most excruciating way—his pulse thrumming in his ears, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, his skin burning under the pressure of Jungkook’s gaze.

Everything about Jungkook felt powerful, consuming—each small movement, each whisper in his ear, sending a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

Jungkook’s grip surround him, fingers curling around the delicate skin of Jimin’s throat in a way that made his breath catch.

It was as if time slowed, the world narrowing to just this moment, just the two of them, tangled in a web of desire and power.

The pressure was light, teasing at first—just enough to make Jimin gasp, to make him realize how fragile his control really was.

His chest tightened, and his heartbeat sped up, matching the rhythm of the rush that coursed through his veins.

Jungkook's lips were dangerously close, their heat seeping into Jimin’s skin as Jungkook leaned in, his breath warm and steady against the curve of Jimin’s ear.

"You want this," he whispered, his voice soft but carrying an edge of something darker, something predatory. "I know you do."

Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft whimper slipping from his throat. He hated how much it affected him—how his body responded to the dangerous intimacy of Jungkook’s touch.

The smirk on Jungkook’s lips was devilish, knowing, like he could feel Jimin’s heart pounding beneath the surface, hear the frantic way his breath was escaping him.

Jungkook’s hand tightened around Jimin’s neck, a slow, deliberate squeeze that made Jimin’s vision blur for a moment.

His fingers dug into Jimin’s skin, almost possessive, marking him, claiming him in a way that made Jimin feel like he was losing control of his very breath.

It wasn’t enough to hurt him, but it was enough to make him feel trapped—helpless in Jungkook’s grasp, caught in the heat of his touch, the gravity of his pull.

Jimin’s body trembled, his hands instinctively pressing against Jungkook’s wrist, but the touch felt almost weak, as if his strength was slipping away with every passing second.

His head swam, his senses overloaded with the heady mix of pleasure and pain, of fear and longing.

"Say it," Jungkook growled, his voice low and intense, vibrating against Jimin’s skin like an electric current. "Admit it, Jimin. You want me."

Jimin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His throat was tight, constricted by Jungkook’s grip, but the words slipped out anyway, muffled and desperate.

"I... I don’t... I don’t want this," he whispered, though his voice cracked, betraying him, shaking with the weight of what he truly felt.

Jungkook’s grip didn’t loosen. It didn’t soften. Instead, his other hand reached up, cupping the back of Jimin’s neck, pulling him in even closer, his lips brushing against Jimin’s.

"You’re lying," he said softly, the words a dark promise that made Jimin’s stomach flip. "You want this. You want me. You’ve always wanted me. Just fucking admit it"

Jimin’s body was a battlefield of contradictions. His mind screamed for him to break free, to escape this suffocating grip, to walk away, but his body—his treacherous body—was already responding to Jungkook’s touch, to the way his lips grazed his skin, to the way his thumb traced circles on the back of Jimin’s neck.

Every movement was a slow burn, a whisper of temptation that Jimin had never been able to ignore.

And when Jungkook’s hand moved, his grip tightening ever so slightly, Jimin’s breath hitched, his chest pressing against Jungkook’s as if he couldn’t pull away even if he tried.

The heat between them felt suffocating now—there was no space left to escape, no room to breathe.

Everything felt too close, too intense, too much, and yet he couldn’t pull away.

"I’ve always been yours," Jungkook murmured against his skin, his lips brushing over Jimin’s, sending a tremor through his entire body. "You just didn’t know it yet."

Jimin’s mind raced, his thoughts scattered, but all he could focus on was the way Jungkook held him, the possessive way his fingers wrapped around his neck, the warmth of his breath as it fanned across his skin.

The pulse in Jimin’s veins was thunderous, his entire body screaming for something he didn’t want to admit.

The silence between them stretched, thick and heady, before Jungkook’s lips barely brushed Jimin’s jaw, sending a spark of electricity through his body.

"Say it," Jungkook commanded again, his voice low and dangerous, the edge of finality in his tone. "Tell me you want me. Tell me you can’t resist me."

And despite the protests running through his mind, despite the battle waging in his chest, Jimin felt the words slip from his mouth before he could stop them.

"I want you," he whispered, barely audible, the words tasting like defeat on his tongue.

Jungkook’s grip loosened, but only slightly. His lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he pulled Jimin in closer, his body pressed flush against his.

"Good boy," he purred, the words wrapping around Jimin like chains, binding him even tighter than before.

Jimin’s heart hammered in his chest, the desire, the heat, the need—too much, all-consuming, and he couldn’t fight it anymore.

Not when Jungkook’s hands were on him, not when the man had completely shattered whatever walls he’d built, piece by piece.

And in that moment, Jimin knew—he had lost.

Again.

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