
Author's POV
Youβre pinned against the door before you even process whatβs happening, breath knocked from your lungs when Jungkook grabs your waist and pulls you flush against him.
βMissed you,β he murmurs, but it comes out rough, strained like heβs been holding it in all day.
The kiss isnβt gentle. Itβs hungry and desperate.
His hand slides up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen it, swallowing every sound you make. Your fingers clutch his shirt, knuckles whitening as you feel how worked up he already is.
βFive minutes,β he breathes against your lips. βThatβs all Iβve gotβ¦ but I need you. Now.β




















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