My shorts ride down my thighs, and his dark eyes flicker downward, lingering between my legs. No underwear. No boundaries.
No shame.
"Didn't you say you'd bend me over this couch?" | challenge, my voice low and teasing.
He visibly swallows, his throat bobbing as his fingers twitch by his sides, itching to close the distance between us.
"I think it's about time you made good on your word," I say, heat sparking between us like a lit fuse.
His gaze snaps back to mine, intense and unapologetic. "You're playing with fire," he murmurs, voice rough with restraint.
"Maybe," | grin, leaning in slightly. "But I'm not afraid of getting burned."
When Jimin Park's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles — it's his entire world.
Forced to move in with his brother and his tattooed best friend, he finds himself swept up in the chaos of his brother's sudden protective attitude and a crush he can't control.
Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of perfection — sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Jimin has.
Well… what his brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right?