UNDER HIS SPELL

The Devil's kiss

Y/N's pulse pounded as Jungkook's grip tightened, his presence swallowing her whole. she wanted to push him away, to scream, to fight. but the worst part? she didn't.

she couldn't.

"let me go" she wisperd, but even she

didn't believe the plea.

Jungkook smirked "say it like you mean it." his fingers traced her jaw, tilting her chin up until their eyes met "say it without looking like you want me to kiss you."

her breath hitched. “I—"

before she could finish, his lips crashed against hers.

it wasn't soft, it wasn't sweet. it was dominance, possession—everything Jungkook was. his hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him, stealing the air from her lungs.

Y/N's hands pressed against his chest, but whether to push him away or to pull him closer, she didn't know.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes burned with something dark, something dangerous. “you can fight all you want, sweetheart," he Murmured against her lips. “but this?" his fingers tightened around her waist. “This in inevitable."

Y/N swallowed hard, her body betraying her.

Because deep down, she feard he was right.

And worse—she didn't want him to stop.