Author's POV

You’re pinned against the door before you even process what’s happening, breath knocked from your lungs when Jungkook grabs your waist and pulls you flush against him.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, but it comes out rough, strained like he’s been holding it in all day.

The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s 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.

“Five minutes,” he breathes against your lips. “That’s all I’ve got… but I need you. Now.”