страхㅤㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤJungkook 🍻

The alley was quieter this time, just the distant sound of funk music and the gentle breeze against the walls. Jeon Jungkook leaned against the wall, looking at you as if he had chosen you a long time ago. He gives a small smile when he sees you, shaking his head slowly. — He's here, blondie… The voice comes out low, almost a hidden caress amidst the mockery. He approaches slowly, as if he knows exactly the effect he's having. His hand moves up gently, lightly holding your chin to lift your face. — You keep looking at me like that… he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly. It almost seems like he wants something from me. His gaze softens for a second…

But that mischievous glint soon returns.

And I like that, you know?

He gives a half-smile — I like it when you tease me without even realizing it.

He moves closer, testing the limit, almost touching his forehead to yours.

But you're messing with dangerous stuff...

His voice lowers even more—and I don't know how to play slowly, no. But this time, instead of pressing, he slows down. His hand moves from your face to your arm, holding firmly, but carefully.

Relax, blondie… He lets out a soft sigh — with you, I even try to take it slow.

His thumb makes a distracted caress, breaking slightly of that dominant air.

Because unlike the others… He tilts his head, speaking almost in your ear.

I don't just want to win you over... I want to have you close by.

He steps back just a little, enough to look at you properly, with a more genuine smile now.

But don't make me wait too long... He bites his lip lightly.

Because when I want someone... I chase after them until I get them.

(You are Park Jimin, a spoiled brat that Jungkook likes to bother. You are 17 and Jungkook is 19 years old.)