The Taste of Control
215 Words
Y/N’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s lips hovered dangerously close. His scent—dark spice and leather—invaded her senses. Every nerve in her body screamed to move, to push him away. But she didn’t.
Jungkook smirked, reading her hesitation like an open book. “See? You’re already giving in.”
She snapped out of it, shoving him back. “I’ll never be yours.”
His jaw clenched. In a flash, she was against the wall, his hands caging her in. His voice dropped, lethal. “Say that again.”
Y/N swallowed hard, her resolve wavering. His grip wasn’t painful, but it held power, a warning wrapped in silk.
“You think you have control?” he murmured. His fingers traced her collarbone, slow, teasing. “I’ll teach you who really holds it.”
She turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze. He chuckled, amused. “You’re fighting a battle you’ve already lost, sweetheart.”
Jungkook stepped back, his absence almost suffocating. “You’ll learn to obey, Y/N. And when you do…” His smirk deepened. “You’ll beg for me to stay.”
Her fists clenched. She would never beg. Never surrender.
But as he walked away, leaving her breathless and shaken, she feared the truth—she was already breaking.
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