Episode 3: Addicted to the Silence

The dim hotel room is becoming a familiar place. It's late, but neither Jungkook nor Pari seems to mind the hour anymore. This has become their routine-meeting in secret, exchanging nothing but touch. And tonight, the air feels different. There's a hunger beneath their actions, one that neither of them will admit aloud.

Jungkook enters first, pacing by the window as he waits for her. His hoodie is pulled low over his head, concealing his face. His heart beats faster than usual, not from nerves, but from anticipation. He hates to admit it to himself, but these nights- these encounters have become something he craves. He can't shake the feeling of needing her, needing the way her body moves with his.

The door opens, and Pari walks in, dressed as effortlessly as always. Her face remains cold, impassive, but there's something different in her eyes tonight. Maybe it's the same addiction, the same longing, buried deep beneath her cool exterior. She shuts the door behind her and steps forward, closing the distance between them. They don't speak. They never do. But the pull between them is undeniable.

Pari reaches out, her fingers brushing against his chest, and it's like electricity, Jungkook exhales softly, his body responding immediately. He steps closer, his hand finding the small of her back, pulling her toward him. It's automatic now this dance they've perfected. Their touches are hurried, almost frantic, as if they can't get enough. Neither wants to admit it, but they're addicted to each other's touch, addicted to the way they forget everything else in these moments

Without hesitation, they move to the bed, their hands already tugging at each other's clothes. It's the same as every other night, yet tonight feels more intense, more desperate. Their bodies move together, and the silence between them is deafening. There's no need for words when. touch says everything.

They lie beside each other, the bed sheets tangled between them. Both of them are breathing heavily, the tension still thick in the air. Jungkook stares up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the rush he feels every time they meet like this. He can feel Pari's presence beside him, her body still close, and it makes him want to pull her back in-again and again.

Pari turns on her side, her gaze fixed on the distant wall. She doesn't show it, but her heart races too. She doesn't understand why she keeps coming back. It's supposed to be just physical, nothing more. Yet, her body betrays her, craving his touch more and more each time. She hates how much control he seems to have over her without even knowing it.

Jungkook sits up slowly, pulling on his clothes. He's trying to maintain. the distance, trying to remind himself that this is just about the physical, nothing more. But every time they meet, it gets harder to leave without wanting more. He watches Pari for a moment, her expression as unreadable as always, and he bites his lip, stopping himself from asking the questions that linger in his mind.

He stands up, tugging his hoodie back over his head, the addiction to her touch still pulsing through him. He knows he'll be back, even if he tells himself he won't. There's no escaping it now.

Jungkook (thinking as he walks to the door) I need to stop this but I can't. Pari waits until he's gone before she sits up, her expression finally faltering for a second. She leans back against the headboard, her fingers tracing the sheets where Jungkook had been lying just moments ago. She doesn't understand why, but she feels the same addiction. No matter how much she tries to maintain control, she can't seem to resist him. The touch, the feeling-it's all-consuming.

She lets out a soft sigh, brushing a hand through her hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be simple, emotionless. But now, she feels the weight of his absence more every time he leaves.

Jungkook walking down the hotel hallway. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his head down as he walks quickly through the quiet corridor. He's trying to push the feeling of her touch out of his mind, but it lingers, clawing at him. The addiction is growing stronger, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

As he steps out into the night, he glances at his phone. There's a message from RM, asking where he is, but Jungkook doesn't answer. Right now, he can't think about anything except the lingering feeling of Pari's touch and how much he needs it again.

Back in the hotel room, Pari stands up and pulls her coat back on, slipping her shoes into place. She leaves the room as quietly as she entered, her mind already spinning with the same thoughts as Jungkook. She tells herself that this is all it is- just physical-but deep down, she knows they're both addicted to something far more dangerous.