Jungkook

I lean my back against the locked door, my heart pounding so hard I can almost hear it over the heavy silence of the room. The click of the lock still echoes in my head. Locked in. Just the two of us.

Jungkook is reclining on the enormous king-size bed, legs spread in that lazy, dominant posture he always uses . His expensive black suit is unbuttoned, the tie loosely hanging around his neck as if he'd just come from a meeting where he probably threatened someone. His dark eyes stare at me unhurriedly, an arrogant smile curving the corner of his mouth. "Scared, princess?" His voice is low, husky, almost amused. He tilts his head, his black hair falling slightly over his forehead. "Did you really think you could run away from me? "I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady.