The night outside was hauntingly quiet, the kind of silence that whispered secrets only the darkness knew. The cold air seeped through the cracks of the window, yet inside the room, the atmosphere was burning—thick with tension, unspoken emotions, and a desperation neither of them wanted to voice.

Sanjana sat on the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her fingers gripping the fabric of her pajama pants as if grounding herself. Across the room, Jungkook stood near the door, his posture rigid, his eyes fixated on her like a predator cornering his prey.

“You’re sleeping tonight,” his voice was steady, yet there was something underlying—something darker. A command, a plea, a promise.

Sanjana swallowed hard. “Jungkook, I don’t—”

His eyes flared. “Don’t,” he cut her off. “Don’t start arguing when you already know I’m not backing down.”

His tone sent a shiver through her. This wasn’t the usual Jungkook. This was something different—something more possessive, more raw.

She exhaled sharply, tilting her chin up in defiance. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

Jungkook let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “And you don’t get to act like you’re fine when you’re not.” He took a slow step forward. “You think I don’t see it? The exhaustion in your eyes, the way your body is practically begging for rest but you keep pushing it to the edge?”

Sanjana’s breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, his presence overwhelming.

“I see everything, Sanjana.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, his fingers reaching out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “And it’s killing me.”

She stiffened at his touch, her heart thudding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

“I don’t need you to worry about me like this,” she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking over her skin with a gentleness that contradicted the storm in his eyes. “And I don’t need you to pretend that I shouldn’t.”

Her breath caught. His closeness was intoxicating, his warmth pulling her in despite every instinct telling her to resist.

Then, in one swift movement, he pulled back the blanket and gestured toward the pillows. “Lie down,” he ordered, his voice rough.

Sanjana blinked. “Jungkook—”

“I said, lie down,” he repeated, firmer this time. His gaze softened slightly, but the dominance in his posture remained. “Please, Sanjana. Just this once, don’t fight me.”

Something in his tone made her chest tighten.

He was begging her.

For all his tough exterior, all his stubbornness, there was desperation in his eyes that she couldn’t ignore.

Hesitantly, she shifted under the blanket, sinking into the pillows.

Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed, but only slightly. He reached for the bedside lamp, dimming it until only a faint glow remained, then turned back toward her.

She expected him to leave. To turn his back and walk away now that he’d won.

But instead, he did the last thing she expected.

He climbed into bed beside her.

Her breath caught as the mattress dipped under his weight. “Jungkook, what are you—”

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against his chest in a firm, unrelenting hold.

Her entire body froze.

“Jungkook!” she gasped, wriggling slightly, but his grip only tightened.

“Stop moving,” he muttered against her hair, his voice rough, strained.

Her pulse pounded against her ribs. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “And I will.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

“This is ridiculous,” she whispered, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest against her back. “You’re ridiculous if you think I’m letting you spend another night staring at the ceiling, torturing yourself with your own thoughts.”

Sanjana’s breath came out shaky. His warmth, his scent—it was all-consuming. The way his arm rested over her stomach, his fingers occasionally flexing as if making sure she was really there—it was all too much.

She swallowed hard. “I can’t sleep like this.”

“You will,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Because I’ll make sure of it.”

She turned her head slightly, just enough to see the side of his face. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—oh, his eyes were something else entirely.

Raw. Vulnerable.

Desperate.

For her.

Sanjana’s lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you doing this?”

Jungkook’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her shirt. “Because I can’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly.

Her heart clenched.

Lose her?

She wasn’t going anywhere.

But the way he said it, the way his voice shook, made her realize—he wasn’t just afraid of her lack of sleep.

He was afraid of losing her.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid.

Then, slowly, cautiously, Sanjana reached for his hand, her fingers brushing over his before lacing them together.

Jungkook stilled.

She felt the way his breath hitched, the way his entire body seemed to freeze at the simple touch.

Then, ever so slowly, he exhaled, his grip on her hand tightening.

“You’re so stubborn,” he muttered against her hair, his lips barely grazing the strands.

She smiled softly, despite herself. “You’re worse.”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Maybe.”

A comfortable silence settled between them.

Sanjana closed her eyes, finally letting herself relax into his embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt safe.

And as Jungkook buried his face into the crook of her neck, his grip never loosening, she realized something terrifying—something inevitable.

She wasn’t just falling for him.

She was already his.

And there was no turning back now.

As the night stretched on, its silence blanketing the room in a strange kind of serenity. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the walls, highlighting the two figures wrapped in a quiet battle of emotions.

Jungkook’s grip on Sanjana was firm, yet gentle—possessive in the way only he could be. His arm rested over her waist, his fingers occasionally tightening as if reassuring himself that she was still there. His breath was warm against her hair, steady, rhythmic.

Sanjana, despite the initial tension, found herself sinking into his embrace, her body relaxing against his warmth.

For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t restless.

She wasn’t fighting the sleep that usually felt like an unattainable luxury.

She wasn’t alone in the darkness.

Jungkook’s presence—his warmth, his scent, the steady rise and fall of his chest—was like an unspoken lullaby, a silent promise that she was safe.

But even as she lay there, cocooned in his hold, a part of her yearned for more.

She hesitated before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Jungkook…”

His grip on her waist tightened slightly. “Hmm?”

She swallowed, nerves prickling beneath her skin. “Can I… turn around?”

A beat of silence.

Then, his voice, rough yet undeniably tender.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Come here.”

Sanjana hesitated only for a second before slowly shifting in his embrace. As she turned, her gaze locked onto his—dark, intense, filled with something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name.

For a moment, they just stared at each other.

Jungkook’s face was relaxed, but his eyes told a different story. There was something unguarded about him in that moment, something raw and utterly consuming.

Sanjana felt her heart stutter.

She had never seen him like this before.

Never seen him look at her like this before.

She exhaled shakily, her fingers unconsciously clutching the fabric of his shirt. “I… I think I love this.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched into a soft smirk. “What? Being in my arms?”

Her face heated, but she didn’t pull away. “Maybe, yes.”

His eyes softened, his hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not letting go.”

Her breath caught.

The sincerity in his voice made something in her chest tighten—something dangerously close to surrender.

Jungkook’s heart pounded against his ribs as she hesitated for a moment before closing the remaining distance, pressing herself against him.

The moment her head rested against his chest, something shifted inside him.

Something he wasn’t ready for.

Something terrifying.

His arms instinctively tightened around her, his chin brushing lightly against her hair. He could feel her breath against his collarbone, slow and steady, her fingers barely grazing his side as if still unsure of her place.

He swallowed hard.

He had spent so much time trying to protect her, trying to make sure she was okay, but standing guard over her wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted more. He needed more.

She was becoming something irreversible to him—something essential.

Sanjana let out a soft sigh against his chest, her body melting against his warmth, her breath fanning over his skin.

Jungkook closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, his arms wrapping around her just a little tighter.

“Jungkook…” her voice was hesitant, fragile, yet filled with something unmistakably real.

“Yeah?” his voice came out rougher than he intended.

“This… it feels nice, so peaceful. I have never felt this much peace.” she admitted, her words barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, his breath catching at her words. He felt something tighten in his chest, an ache so deep it almost scared him.

She wasn’t the only one feeling this.

He was drowning in it too.

He had spent so long building walls around himself, locking away his own vulnerabilities, but with her in his arms, he felt them crumbling, piece by piece. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, allowing himself to drown in the warmth of her.

It wasn’t just her who felt it.

For the first time in forever, he felt it too.

Calm.

Peace.

A stillness inside him that he never knew he needed.

His lips pressed against her hair in a whisper of a kiss, his voice lower, softer.

“Sleep, Sanjana,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he realized—

She had him too.

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