"Do it?" Jungkook's voice dripped with temptation, igniting the fiery compulsion in Jiwon's demand, driving him to the brink of insanity.

"You sure, princess? 'Cause I'm not joking," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her throat, which drew a muffled moan from her lips.

"You think I'm joking, Jungkook?" Her slim, soft hands gripped his neck firmly, the pain and despair within her transforming into a consuming desire that demanded to be sated.

"No, Miss Park," he replied, his voice deliberate and low. "But if you start this, it might not stop at all," he warned, his soft tone stoking the wildfire of her need, her mind hazed with the desire to be consumed and to forget the ache in her heart.

"And I'm not asking you to stop, am I? So fucking do it when I tell you to," she growled through gritted teeth, frustration bubbling within her. Why was he treating her so delicately? Why were his gestures so soft, so maddeningly tempting?

Jiwon had always known harshness from the world-it's all she ever accepted. But Jeon Jungkook?

His hands traveled gently up her back, caressing her with a tenderness that made her heart ache. His tough, veined hands held her with care, radiating sexual tension, yet soft with adoration. Her throat burned with the desire for punishment, for the pain she felt she deserved for her sins.

Yet here was Jungkook, treating her like a fragile doll, handling her with care and reverence. Her trembling lips parted as her tear-filled eyes met his unwavering gaze, focused solely on her.

"You're being too soft, Jeon," she muttered, a lone tear escaping down her cheek, her voice breaking from the weight of emotions she had held in for too long.

"Am I?" he chuckled softly, pressing her head against his chest. He enveloped her in his embrace, pressing a tender kiss atop her head.

"You are," she whispered, nodding, her gritted teeth only producing a soft, cat-like purr that made him chuckle.

"You're cute, Park," Jungkook teased, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Her eyes widened, a frown forming as her jaw dropped. "No one in the world calls me cute. No fucking way I'm cute."

"Stop making fun of me, Jeon, or I might kick you hard," she warned, though her tone lacked its usual bite.

His laughter echoed through the opulent room, deep and soothing, filling the space with an unexpected warmth. Her gaze lingered on the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the carefree smile that played on his lips-a sight she had never seen before. In that moment, she found herself lost, staring at the devil with an unfamiliar softness.

"Your laugh..." she began, her voice soft yet tinged with lingering irritation, as Jungkook's brow arched in question, his dark eyes flickering with intrigue.

"My laugh, what, kitten?" he scoffed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

She frowned, her glare sharp enough to pierce through him. "It's horrible, you asshole. And dare to call me kitten again, and I might just claw you with my paws, you jerk!" she snapped, her hands gripping his collar, the fire in her words consuming the room and momentarily making her forget the agony she carried.

"Goddamn, aren't you a feisty one, kitten," he teased, his tone dripping with mockery, fully aware of how much it would rile her up.

Her eyes narrowed, her body leaning closer as her hands moved to his neck, her soft palms attempting to choke him-though the strength behind her actions was more playful than threatening.

"I swear, Jeon, if you call me kitten one more time, I'll beat you to death. And trust me, getting back on your feet might be a challenge," she hissed, her fiery determination only fanning the flames of his desire.

"Feisty, fiery, and so damn alluring," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, his dark gaze locked on her, utterly captivated.

"I'd love to see you try, Park," he murmured, his body relaxing into the couch, his hands slipping behind his head as he watched her, the way she straddled him, her hands still on his neck, her attempt to choke him now more of a sensual gesture.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she gritted out, her deep frown and magnificent eyes drilling into his, the tension between them electric, crackling with unspoken desires.

Jiwon remained seated on his lap, her bold stance radiating confidence, her body pressed intimately against his. Jungkook's mind flickered back to another time, another face-Jangfei-but the present moment pulled him back, his focus entirely on the captivating woman before him.

"You've got quite the grip," he teased, his voice a whisper of temptation, as his hands slid down to rest on her hips, holding her in place, grounding her in the moment. Their breaths mingled, the air between them thick with tension, their proximity electric, every touch, every glance, a slow burn of desire.

"Go on, Park," he encouraged, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a seductive murmur. "Show me just how wild you can be."

"Sure, Jeon, you asked for it," Jiwon muttered, her thick Busan accent dripping with defiance and seduction. The sound of her voice alone sent a jolt through Jungkook, his body responding instinctively as he felt a twitch below, desire igniting further.

Fucking hell.

Her lips found the curve of his neck, a soft, warm touch that sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't contain the low, sensual moan that escaped his lips, the sound rich and full of raw need. The pressure of her body against his, combined with the heat of the moment, left him hard and bulging against her, the intensity growing with every passing second.

Jiwon's teeth grazed his skin before sinking in, leaving a delicious sting that only fueled his desire. Jungkook smirked, relishing the fierce passion she brought out in him, something he had always craved but rarely found. Her exhale of satisfaction against his skin was intoxicating, her boldness stirring something primal within him.

"Is that all you've got, Park? That all you can hurt?" he taunted, his voice low and gravelly, as he gripped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. He tugged her back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. His gaze fell to her lips, where a trace of blood lingered, a sinful smirk adorning her red, matted mouth.

The sight of her, fierce and unyielding, her lips stained with his blood, was mesmerizing. It sent a rush of adrenaline through him, the mixture of pain and pleasure, dominance and submission, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, tasting the metallic tang as he murmured, "You're a dangerous woman, Jiwon. And I fucking love it."

"But, but princess," Jungkook murmured, his low octave voice sending a shiver down Jiwon's spine. "Aren't you a little too excited? Let me show you what this devil can do to you, hmm?" His words were a dark, thrilling warning, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. Jiwon's breath hitched, her eyes widening in anticipation and temptation, her body tingling with the need for his touch.

Without waiting for her response, Jungkook closed the distance, capturing her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. His mouth moved against hers with fervent intensity, the taste of blood mingling with their saliva, a raw, primal blend that heightened the heat between them. Jiwon moaned into his mouth, her voice a soft, breathless whisper of his name, "Jungkook."

That sound-her moaning his name-ignited something deep within him, an obsession, a burning need to hear it again and again. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, his tongue delving into her mouth as if he were a starving man, devouring her with an insatiable hunger. He kissed her with the desperation of a man possessed, each movement of his lips and tongue fierce and unrelenting.

Jiwon responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer as her own desires spiraled out of control. The taste of him, the feel of his lips bruising hers, the way he consumed her-she was lost in the whirlwind of sensations. His rough, needy kisses left her breathless, each moan she gave only driving him further into his ravenous obsession.

Jungkook groaned against her lips, his grip tightening as he pressed her body firmly against his, their breaths mingling in the heated space between them. He wanted to claim her, to mark her, to make her his in every way possible. His mouth moved down her jawline, trailing rough kisses along her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he murmured against her throat, "Say my name again, princess. Let me hear you."

And she did, her voice a mix of surrender and passion, "Jungkook," as he continued to devour her like a beast, a devil lost in the throes of his own desire.

"Fuck, my temptress," Jungkook husked out, his deep voice laced with a painfully intimidating edge. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mixture of raw desire and restraint. "What should I do? I'm barely controlling myself."

Jiwon squirmed against him, her body reacting to his words, her own desires overwhelming her. The wetness pooling between her legs was unbearable, a throbbing ache that begged for release. Her breath hitched as she felt his hand trail down her body, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, finding her slick heat. He groaned, his self-control hanging by a thread as he felt how ready she was for him. "So fucking wet," he muttered, his voice rough with need.

He didn't wait. His fingers slid deep inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jiwon. Her body arched into his touch, a shiver running through her as he began to move, his fingers curling and stroking her inner walls with expert precision. Each thrust of his fingers sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, her moans spilling freely from her lips.

"Jungkook," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rocked against his hand, chasing the friction, the pleasure he was giving her. His thumb found her sensitive nub, circling it with just the right amount of pressure, driving her closer to the edge.

"That's it, princess," Jungkook whispered, his voice a mix of command and adoration. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart."

Jiwon's breaths quickened, her body trembling as the coil of desire within her tightened. His relentless fingers worked her, each movement precise and deliberate, pushing her closer to her climax. Her head fell back, lips parted as a deep moan escaped her.

"Jungkook, please," she begged, the words barely coherent as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

"Come for me," he urged, his voice a dark, seductive promise. And with one final thrust, she shattered, her body convulsing around his fingers as she cried out his name, the pleasure crashing over her in waves.

Jungkook watched her, his own desire raging as he savored the sight of her unraveling beneath his touch. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips, tasting her as his eyes never left hers. "You taste like heaven, princess," he murmured, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Jiwon closed her eyes, the overwhelming exhaustion finally catching up to her. The day's events, coupled with the crashing pleasure, had left her utterly drained. She nestled into Jungkook's naked torso, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her protectively, as if shielding her from the world.

He felt her exhaustion, her breathing evening out as she relaxed against him. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her into a deeper rest. "You can rest now," he whispered softly, his voice a tender murmur in the quiet room.

Jiwon nodded slightly, her head nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful slumber. All her worries, her pain, and her past faded away in the safety of his arms. She clung to him, forgetting about everything else, finding comfort in the simple act of being held.

Jungkook watched her sleep, a serene expression softening his usual intensity. He knew how much she had been through, how much she carried on her shoulders. Tonight, he wanted to be her refuge, her sanctuary. He gently adjusted her, ensuring she was comfortable, and let her rest fully against him.

As the room fell into a peaceful silence, Jungkook held her close, his own eyes growing heavy. He allowed himself to relax, knowing that in this moment, they had found a brief reprieve from the chaos of their lives. And for now, that was enough.

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Meanwhile, at Jangfei's home, the dimly lit room was filled with a comforting warmth. Jeonggukk lay with Jangfei wrapped snugly in a blanket, their bodies intertwined. His hands gently traced lazy patterns on her back, his touch tender and soothing.

Jangfei's voice broke the silence, vulnerable and soft. "Do you regret it, Jeonggukk?"

He paused, his fingers stilling for a moment before resuming their gentle caresses. "No, chocho, I don't. I don't regret anything with you, my bellissima." His deep voice resonated, sending a soothing warmth through her body. The ache between her legs was a small price to pay for the tenderness he had shown her.

"Really? I'm happy then," Jangfei murmured, her voice laced with a newfound contentment.

"Happy?" Jeonggukk questioned, a hint of curiosity in his tone as he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.

She nodded, a genuine grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, for the first time in a long time."

Jeonggukk couldn't help but smile back, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Are you sure you're happy?" he teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Yes," she confirmed, her grin widening.

He bit his lip, the devilish glint in his eyes growing. "Do you still feel pain, choco?" he asked, his hands sliding down her sides as their bodies pressed even closer.

Jangfei's breath hitched slightly, but she wasn't about to back down. "No," she lied, her grin never faltering.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly. "Is that so?" Without warning, he leaned down, pressing his lips between her breasts, his teeth gently clamping around one of her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into his touch, a soft moan spilling from her lips. "Guggk," she moaned, her voice breathless and filled with need.

That one sound was enough to ignite the fire within him again. He felt himself hardening, his desire for her reigniting. "That's right, choco," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with hunger. "I know how to drive you insane."

With a sly smirk, he traced a path down her body, positioning himself between her thighs. His fingers teased her entrance before he pushed himself inside, the heat and tightness of her warmth enveloping him. Jangfei cried out his name, her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate.

"Jeonggukk," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

He grinned wickedly, his eyes never leaving hers as he picked up the pace. "That's my Choco," he whispered, his voice a growl of possession. "Let's see just how far I can take you tonight."