"Not quite miss Kim" his voice is low and dangerous, his nearness makes your breath stiffen and his cologne? His cologne is intoxicating your senses, luring you in.

"You're testing me Jeon" you breathe out, the man simply cocks his brow whilst smirking "I'm punishing you" he draws back quickly leaning himself on the table behind.

Grabbing a big text book he places it in your palms, you scoff "I'd rather you beat me with Miss Yoon's stick."

"If that's what you want" he replies challengingly as you nod, walking around his desk Jungkook reaches down to grab the flimsy metal item.

You turn around running a hand through your hair before gripping the table. And you wait, you wait for the metal to clash with your back.

You wait for the pain that you've gotten used to, the slash on your back stinging you, burning against your flesh.

But it doesn't come.

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You inhale a deep breath feeling his heat behind you, he's stuck in his position almost telling himself he can do it, but he can't, the metal pipe lands on the floor echoing through the silent room.

His hand grips yours swirling you around to face him, then he leans in; breath hitting your face as your eyes close in his warmth.

Captivating, he captivates your senses, the way his palms run down your hips, his uneven breath ringing through your ears and his warm touch you crave.

And you realise, this is wrong but you don't feel it, you don't feel his lips against yours, but it's there, his warmth is still there.

You open your eyes somewhat wishing he's gone but on the contrary the doe eyed man stares right back at you not moving an inch, his hand grips the fabric of your shirt as he gulps.

Jungkook pulls on your collar moving you closer and before you know it his warm lips slowly nip at the skin of your neck rooting themselves on the area below your ear where he applies a little pressure causing you to let out a gasp.

He kisses you delicately at the corner of your lip, teasing you, your body craves for more as his lips move to the side of your face, running down the rim of your ear he kisses your lobe parting his plump lips against it.

Your palms wrap around his neck as his tongue explores your skin, his hot mouth angrily moving down the length of your neck to your collarbone where he places his last kiss.

"This is your punishment" he breathes as you lean back breaking contact, you gulp indulging into the dark mist of his eyes as you put up a barely recovered expression.

And with glossy eyes that could drown even the deepest sorrows you grant him a taunting look compelling him to believe he's done you wrong.

"Really? Or is it yours?"

And with that you leave grabbing your belongings before slamming the heavy door shut.

Jungkook's POV

Jungkook stares at you as you leave the classroom, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as your uneven breathing leaves him distressed for a reason unknown to him.

There must have been a reason for your behaviour and a nagging at the back of his head tells him so. He doesn't know what came over him but he certainly doesn't want to find out.

He grumbles whilst massaging his temples; quickly putting away the stack of unmarked worksheets he grabs his jacket in order to catch you before you leave.

Y/n's POV

You were ending this once and for all, whether it might be a meet up at a fancy restaurant or tea in a specific coffee shop, with the thoughts of a certain raven haired man running freshly through your head you stomp into the shop.

She knew, she knew she could create a ruckus at the cafe you work at and get away without you responding. The only reason you don't is because Lisa owns the place.

You'd rather not risk exposing yourself in front of her.

Except this encounter didn't really follow the plan through.

A/N- hey guys, hope you're all doing well, hope you like this chapter because there's more to come :))))

The next chapter will include DRAMAAAAA

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