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INTENSE DRIVE OF TENSION

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The cold sharp wind howled through the trees as the rain subsided, leaving behind a damp chill that clung to the air. Jiwon and Jeonggukk sat beneath the overhang, their bodies still tense from the battle with the wolves, the adrenaline slowly ebbing from their veins. The ground beneath them was damp, cold, and unforgiving, but neither complained. They had survived, but the weight of that victory pressed heavily on them, mingling with the strange, unfamiliar sensation of being so exposed to one another.

Jiwon shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the edges of Jeonggukk's shirt that she had tied around her waist. She could still feel his eyes on her, though he made no move to look directly at her. The silence between them had grown thick, oppressive, with a tension that was no longer born of animosity but something far more complex, far more dangerous.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her breath catching slightly in her throat. Jeonggukk's shirtless figure, gleaming in the pale light that filtered through the trees, was a stark reminder of the man's physicality. His muscles, taut and defined, seemed sculpted from stone, every movement precise, controlled. His skin, marred with faint scars from battles long past, told stories of violence and survival, of a life lived on the edge of death.

Yet now, in the midst of this wild, untamed forest, he appeared more human than she had ever seen him. Vulnerable, perhaps, but no less dangerous.

Jiwon swallowed hard, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt around her waist. The awkwardness of the situation was suffocating. She could still feel the sting of embarrassment, the humiliation of having her body exposed in such a way. But more than that, there was something else—a tension between them that went far beyond their previous animosity. It simmered beneath the surface, unspoken but palpable.

She cleared her throat, attempting to break the silence that had stretched too long.

"This is awkward," she muttered, her voice barely more than a whisper, though the words felt inadequate for the storm brewing inside her. "I didn't think we'd ever end up like this... in the middle of a forest, drenched, fighting off wolves, and—"

"And half-naked," Jeonggukk finished for her, his voice as cold and detached as ever, a prominent smirk plastered over his face, though there was an edge to it that made her stomach twist in knots.

Jiwon shot him a sharp look, though she found no malice in his words. Just cold, hard fact. Still, the bluntness of it made her cheeks flush with renewed embarrassment. She shifted again, feeling the shirt tied around her waist move slightly, the fabric clinging to her damp skin.

"Right," she said, trying to sound casual, though her voice wavered just slightly. "Half-naked with your shirt."

Jeonggukk didn't respond, his gaze distant, his eyes scanning the treeline as though waiting for the next threat to emerge. His silence was maddening, adding to the strange tension between them. For a man so used to commanding attention, he could be infuriatingly hard to read when he wanted to be.

Jiwon shifted again, her frustration growing. She was uncomfortable, cold, and, more than anything, keenly aware of the way the atmosphere between them had changed. There was a kind of electric charge in the air now, something primal and undeniable.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Turning on her heel, Jiwon faced Jeonggukk, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. She was about to speak, about to confront him, but the words caught in her throat as her feet suddenly slipped on the wet mud of the forest floor. The ground seemed to tilt beneath her, and before she could steady herself, she was falling, her arms flailing out instinctively.

Time seemed to slow, and in that split second, she braced herself for the impact with the cold, hard ground. But it never came.

Instead, she felt the iron grip of Jeonggukk's hands catch her, his strong fingers wrapping firmly around her waist as he pulled her toward him. The force of the movement sent her colliding into his chest, her body pressing up against his. The breath was knocked out of her as her hands instinctively found his shoulders, gripping him for balance.

For a moment, everything was still.

Jiwon's breath hitched as she realized how close they were, the scent of rain and earth mixing with the faint smell of his skin. Her body was flush against his, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, and her heart pounded so loudly she was certain he could hear it.

Jeonggukk's grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her clothing. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin material, his strength coiled and controlled beneath the surface, like a predator just beneath the skin.

Their eyes locked.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, neither of them breathed. Jiwon's lips parted slightly, but no sound came. She was frozen, caught in the storm of emotions that swirled between them—fear, confusion, and something deeper, more primal.

Jeonggukk's face was mere inches from hers, his dark eyes searching hers with a look she couldn't decipher. His expression was as stoic as ever, but there was something in the way his gaze lingered on her lips, in the way his breath came just a little faster, that made her heart stumble.

She should move. She should pull away, break free from his grip. But she couldn't.

Her eyes flicked down to his mouth, and the space between them seemed to shrink even more. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, the way his body radiated heat despite the cold air around them.

Her mind screamed at her to stop, to think, to move. But her body betrayed her.

Jeonggukk's hand on her waist shifted slightly, his fingers brushing against her skin through the damp fabric, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt the pull, the magnetic force drawing them closer, as though the air itself had conspired to push them together. For a moment even Jeonggukk got lost in this weird situation, he didn't didn't expect this either.

Jiwon's breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as her heart raced. Her gaze flicked back to his eyes, and in that moment, she saw it—the raw, unguarded intensity in his stare. It was a look she had never seen from him before, something dangerous and vulnerable all at once.

And before she could stop herself, she leaned in just a fraction, closing the distance between them.

Their lips hovered, just barely brushing, the tension between them reaching its breaking point. Jiwon's pulse roared in her ears, and for the briefest moment, she let herself fall into the gravity of him, into the storm of emotions that had been building ever since they were thrown into this wilderness together. She didn't knew why she leaned towards the pair of those rosy lips and Jeonggukk didn't back away either, for the first time he had lost control over his body without his knowledge.

But then, reality crashed down around them.

Jeonggukk's grip on her waist suddenly tightened—not with the urgency of desire, but with a firm, controlled strength and something else. His fingers pressed into her sides, pulling her back just enough to stop what was about to happen.

Jiwon's eyes flew open, her breath catching as she realized what had almost occurred. Her heart still pounded in her chest, but the spell was broken.

Jeonggukk's expression was unreadable, but his body language told her everything. He was pulling away, reining himself back in, regaining control—control over the situation, control over himself, control over her.

"Don't do something you might regret Ms. Park," he said with a cocky smirk evident on his face, his voice low, almost a growl and teasing. His breath was steady, but there was an edge to it, also a warning.

Jiwon blinked, feeling the heat in her face and the embarrassment flood her cheeks. She quickly pulled herself back, disentangling her hands from his shoulders as she stumbled slightly on the uneven ground, her legs shaky from the intensity of the moment.

For a long second, neither of them said anything. The space between them, now unbridgeable, seemed to pulse with the remnants of the tension that had almost pushed them over the edge. The rain had begun to fall again, a light drizzle now, but it did little to cool the heat that still simmered between them.

"Look," she said abruptly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I didn't ask for your shirt. I was fine. I didn't need your help—"

"You did," Jeonggukk interrupted, his voice low, but it carried with it the same cold certainty that defined everything he did. His gaze finally turned to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"You were exposed," he continued, his voice unwavering. "Definitely not suitable for you to roam like that."

Jiwon opened her mouth to retort, to tell him that she didn't need his protection, that she could handle herself. But the words died on her lips. There was something in the way he said it, something in the way he looked at her that made her pause. His eyes, dark and unreadable, seemed to hold her in place, as though he could see through her, past her defenses, past her walls.

For a moment, she forgot to breathe.

The tension between them, already thick, now felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap. The cold air around them seemed to heat, though neither of them moved. Jiwon's heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing for reasons she didn't want to admit to herself. She hated him, didn't she? Hated his coldness, his ruthlessness, his absolute control over everything and everyone around him.

But in this moment, the hatred felt fragile, like something she'd been holding onto too tightly. And in the wilderness, stripped of the comforts of their world, of the safety and the rules that had governed them, something else had taken root.

"You're always in control, aren't you?" Jiwon said, her voice quieter now, the edge of frustration replaced by something softer. "Even now, in the middle of nowhere, you never lose control."

Jeonggukk's eyes darkened, though he didn't respond immediately. When he spoke, his voice was lower, more dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Control is the only thing that keeps me alive, Ms. Park," he said, his words deliberate, measured. "Without it, everything falls apart. Without control, you die."

There was something raw in his voice now, something that cut through the cold detachment he usually wore like armor. Jiwon felt her pulse quicken again, a strange mix of fear and fascination gripping her.

"Is that all you are?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Control?"

For a moment, Jeonggukk didn't answer. His gaze bore into hers, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words, unspoken feelings. The tension in the air was suffocating now, a living, breathing thing that neither of them could ignore.

Jiwon's heart raced in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising between them, the way his eyes lingered on her for just a second too long. She was all too aware of his bare skin, the muscles in his chest and arms, the way the scars on his body seemed to tell stories of violence and survival. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating.

She could feel it—this dangerous pull between them. A pull that had nothing to do with logic, nothing to do with the situation they were in. It was primal, raw, and undeniable. The kind of tension that made the air thick and heavy, that made her skin feel like it was on fire despite the cold rain that still clung to her clothes.

Jeonggukk shifted slightly, his body moving just a fraction closer, and Jiwon's breath hitched in her throat. He was so close now, too close. She could feel the heat of his skin, the raw energy that radiated off of him. Her eyes flicked down, just for a second, to his chest, to the way the muscles tensed and relaxed with each breath and the almost kiss scene made it worse.

It was too much.

The silence stretched on, thick with tension, with words unsaid. Neither of them moved, neither of them willing to break the fragile balance that had formed between them.

Finally, Jeonggukk let out a slow breath, his body relaxing just slightly. He stood, his muscles rippling as he moved with the grace of a predator, every movement precise and controlled.

"We should get some rest," he said, his voice returning to that cold, detached tone she was so familiar with. "We'll need our strength."

Jiwon nodded, though she still felt the heat of his gaze on her, the weight of the tension that had settled between them. She wanted to say something, wanted to break the strange hold he had over her, but the words wouldn't come.

As Jeonggukk turned away, she watched him, her mind racing. She hated him, didn't she? Hated the way he was always in control, always so composed, so untouchable.

But in that moment, she couldn't deny the truth.

Jiwon didn't hate him.

She feared to not hate him. And that fear had morphed into something far more dangerous.

Something she wasn't sure she could control.

Jiwon needed to arrest herself but how could she when the only person was here infront of her was none other than Jeon Jeonggukk. She felt tired and her throat got dry, not getting the chance to sip a single drop of water to drink. "Mr. Jeon........." she whispered unsure of what and why she had to go through this. But Jeonggukk was her only support in this.

"What is it Jiwonssi ?" Jeonggukk looks at her with questioning gaze.

"I'm feeling thirsty.... My throat, Mr jeon I want water please," Jiwon blurted out clutching her throat lightly and hearing this Jeonggukk's expression softened. It wasn't about their enmity anymore he never was the one to care about others. But these two women's Park Jiwon and Wang Jangfei were making him do things which he himself was questioning.

"Hang on, I will get it for you, Ms, Park," Jeonggukk said his own voice betraying his mind as he walked away with his bare upper body.

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