chapter 3: jealousy

Jungkook finally tore his lips from yours, both of you gasping for breath.

He didn’t move far —

only enough to look at you, to study your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, the dazed look in your eyes.

Something primal flickered across his face.

And just like that —

he knew.

You were his.

Not just in his head.

Not just in some fantasy.

You were real. You wanted him, too.

And he would never, ever let you go.

The next day at work, you felt the shift instantly.

It wasn’t just tension now.

It was ownership.

Wherever you went, you could feel his eyes burning into you.

If another male employee even looked at you, Jungkook’s jaw would clench so hard you thought his teeth might break.

When Jimin — sweet, clueless Jimin — stopped by your desk to ask another question, Jungkook didn’t even pretend to hide it this time.

He stormed out of his office, came right up behind you —

and placed a hand firmly on the back of your chair, leaning over you in a way that was completely unnecessary.

Jungkook: Problem here?

Jungkook asked smoothly, but his voice was laced with pure threat.

Jimin paled slightly, stammering something about

Jimin: just a quick question

before practically sprinting away.

You turned your head slowly to look up at Jungkook.

He was still leaning over you, so close you could smell the familiar, expensive scent of his cologne.

So close you could feel the warmth of his body.

yn: You’re scaring him, you whispered.

Jungkook: Good,

Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You shivered.

Jungkook: You’re mine,

he said, so softly that only you could hear.

Jungkook: I’m not sharing.

Before you could respond — before your brain could even function — he straightened up and went back into his office like nothing happened.

Leaving you sitting there, heart hammering, face burning, thighs pressed tightly together under your desk.

Then his obssesion It only got worse

Meetings?

He made you sit next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder, so close you could barely focus.

Business dinners?

His hand would rest lightly on your lower back whenever someone else tried to talk to you too long.

Lunch breaks?

Forget about eating with your coworkers — Jungkook would call you into his office for some "urgent paperwork" —

but you both knew it was just an excuse to have you all to himself.

He was possessive, yes.

But it wasn’t just anger or jealousy.

It was devotion.

It was obsession.

He looked at you like you were his last breath of air.

Like if anyone else even thought about touching you, he would burn the world down.

And deep down...

you loved it.

You loved the way his walls crumbled around you.

You loved how the cold, untouchable CEO melted into something raw and real only for you.

You loved him.

Even if neither of you had said the words yet...

They were there.

In every look.

Every touch.

Every stolen kiss behind closed doors.

You were his.

And he was yours.

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