The quiet house felt even bigger at night, the soft hum of the dishwasher the only sound in the kitchen. Yn wiped down the counter for the third time, not because it needed cleaning but because she needed the distraction.

Her mind was wandering again—back to him.

Jungkook.

She hated how easily he consumed her thoughts. The man was forbidden territory, married, and yet every time she saw him, her stomach twisted in ways she couldn’t ignore. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But knowing didn’t stop the way her body reacted when he so much as looked at her.

He had that effect on everyone, didn’t he? With his sharp jawline, those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through her, and the tattoos peeking from beneath the sleeves of his shirt. He was dangerous in every way, and she should’ve been repelled by it. But instead, it pulled her in.

Shaking her head, Yn let out a frustrated sigh, tossing the rag onto the counter. “Get it together,” she muttered to herself.

What she didn’t realize was that she wasn’t alone.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched her. He hadn’t meant to linger, but the sight of her—barefoot in his kitchen, her hair slightly messy, her lips pressed together in concentration—had rooted him in place.

She had no idea how easily she got under his skin.

God, she was stunning. She wasn’t trying to be, and that made it worse. It wasn’t just the way her curves hugged her plain tank top or the way her jeans clung to her hips. It was everything about her. The way she moved, the way she bit her lip when she was deep in thought.

Jungkook dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling softly. He shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. He shouldn’t be watching her like this. But he couldn’t stop himself.

“Perfect,” he muttered under his breath, his voice so quiet it barely registered.

It was only when Yn turned to grab a glass from the sink that she finally noticed him. Her body froze, her fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.

“You scared me,” she said, her voice a little too breathless as her wide eyes met his.

“Sorry,” Jungkook said, though his smirk told her he wasn’t sorry at all. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

She quickly turned back to the counter, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way her cheeks flushed. “I was just cleaning up,” she said, trying to sound casual.

“You work too hard,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he stepped into the room.

Her stomach twisted again. She felt his presence like a weight pressing against her, and it made it impossible to focus. “It’s not a big deal,” she replied quickly.

“You always say that.” His tone was teasing, but there was something else underneath it. Something heavier.

She could feel his gaze on her, lingering in a way that made her skin tingle. When she finally turned around, she was startled by how close he was.

Her breath caught as her eyes trailed over him. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to expose a hint of his chest, and his sleeves were rolled up, showing off the tattoos on his forearms. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his lips…

She looked away quickly, cursing herself for staring.

Jungkook noticed. Of course, he noticed.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, his voice soft but taunting.

“No,” she said quickly, but her voice betrayed her, shaky and unconvincing.

“Liar,” he said with a smirk, stepping even closer until there was barely any space between them. “You’ve been distracted all night.”

“I haven’t,” she tried, her voice barely a whisper.

“You have.” His voice dropped lower, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “And I think I know why.”

“Jungkook…” His name left her lips like a warning, but it didn’t stop him.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly along her jawline. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me.”

Her heart was racing, her breath unsteady. “I haven’t,” she lied, her voice barely audible.

“You’re terrible at lying, you know that?” His smirk deepened, and he leaned in, his lips just a breath away from hers.

“This is wrong,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice dark and teasing. “But it doesn’t feel wrong, does it?”

Her silence was his answer.

Before she could say another word, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was hot and desperate, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her closer. She gasped against his mouth, her hands clutching at his shirt as she gave in to everything she’d been holding back.

He groaned softly, his lips trailing down her neck as he pressed her back against the wall. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against her skin.

“Jungkook…” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

She did, and it only seemed to spur him on. His hands roamed her body, teasing, exploring, never quite giving her enough.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered, his lips returning to hers in a kiss that left her dizzy. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

The sound of the car pulling into the driveway barely registered in Yn’s mind. Her back was pressed against the kitchen counter, her lips swollen from Jungkook’s heated kisses, and her body trembling under his relentless touch.

“She’s home,” she whispered, panic lacing her voice as her hands pushed weakly against his chest.

Jungkook didn’t budge, his lips quirking into a cocky smirk. “So?”

His voice was maddeningly calm, like they weren’t moments away from being caught in the act.

“We have to stop,” she insisted, but her tone lacked conviction. Even as the words left her mouth, she found herself leaning into him, craving the heat of his body against hers.

“Oh, now you want to stop?” he taunted, his voice low and teasing as his fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, brushing against her bare skin. “That’s cute, Yn.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips hot and demanding as his hands gripped her hips. “You can’t lie to me,” he murmured against her lips. “I know you love this.”

The sound of a car door slamming outside jolted her, and she pushed harder against his chest. “Jungkook, she’ll come inside any second.”

His dark eyes glinted with mischief. “Then let’s go somewhere private.”

Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist and led her toward the stairs. Her heart raced as he pulled her into the guest room, closing the door behind them and locking it with a deliberate click.

“Jungkook, this is insane,” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And yet you’re still here,” he countered, turning to face her with a smirk. His gaze roamed over her, lingering on the way her chest rose and fell, her flushed cheeks, her kiss-swollen lips. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her breath hitched as he stalked toward her, his presence overwhelming. “You know,” he said, his voice low and dripping with desire, “I think about you all the time. The way you look. The way you move. The way you bite your lip when you think no one’s watching.”

He backed her against the wall, his hands bracketing her head as he leaned in close. “You drive me fucking crazy, Yn.”

Her head spun as his lips descended on hers, rough and insistent. His hands were everywhere—gripping her hips, sliding under her shirt, skimming up her sides. “Tell me to stop,” he growled against her lips, his voice more of a command than a plea.

She couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her body arched into his touch.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “You like this. You like knowing you’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”

“Jungkook,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” he soothed, his hands sliding lower, teasing the edge of her shorts. “Let me make you feel good.”

Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body betrayed her, responding to his every touch. His lips found hers again, his kiss rougher this time, his teeth grazing her lower lip.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve been dying to touch you like this, to taste you.”

“Jungkook,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pressed her harder against the wall.

The faint sound of footsteps downstairs made her freeze, her heart pounding in her chest.

“She’s coming,” Yn whispered, her voice frantic.

Jungkook didn’t move. If anything, his grip on her tightened, his dark eyes boring into hers. “So what?” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. “Let her find us. Let her see who I really want.”

Her breath hitched, her mind racing as the reality of his words sank in.

“Unless you want to keep this our little secret,” he added, his lips curling into a smirk. “But if you do… you’d better decide fast, baby girl. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was softer, slower, but no less intoxicating. His hands slid up her thighs, lifting her slightly so her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I’m going to make you mine, Yn,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Completely.”

The sound of his wife calling his name from downstairs snapped them both back to the present, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.

“Guess you’ll have to wait,” he said, his tone dark and teasing.

With one last searing kiss, he set her back on her feet, his eyes lingering on her as he straightened his shirt. “This isn’t over,” he promised, his voice low and full of intent.

And as he unlocked the door and stepped out, leaving her alone with her racing heart and trembling body, Yn knew he was right…

Part 2 on @Ashscrievers