Only You | YoonKook 🔞

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As they made their way back to Jungkook's apartment, Jungkook felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. This was it—the moment he had been waiting for. The thrill of the hunt was always exhilarating, but it was different this time. He didn't just want to fulfill his dark desires; part of him wanted to protect Yoongi, it was confusing yet it was as if he were something precious that needed safeguarding.

Once inside, Jungkook led Yoongi to the living room, where a soft glow from the lamps created a cozy atmosphere. He put on some music, a low-key playlist that suited the mood, and settled onto the couch beside Yoongi.

"So, what do you usually do when you're hanging out at home?" Jungkook asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Yoongi shrugged, leaning back comfortably. "Honestly, I just binge-watch shows or listen to music. Sometimes I write, but I'm still trying to figure out my sound."

"Writing music? That's amazing!" Jungkook replied, genuinely impressed. "I'd love to hear some of your stuff."

"Maybe one day," Yoongi said, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone. "I'm still working on it. But enough about me. What about you? What do you do when you're not being charming?"

Jungkook chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "I guess I'm just your average guy. I work out, hang out with friends, and yeah, I dabble in art too. But honestly, I think I might be a little more adventurous than that."

"Oh? Adventurous how?" Yoongi leaned in, curiosity evident in his eyes.

Jungkook felt a surge of excitement at the thought of saying something provocative. "Let's just say I have a taste for the unexpected," he said, letting the words linger in the air, his mind racing with the implications.

Yoongi's gaze was steady as he studied Jungkook's face, and for a moment, Jungkook felt a flicker of doubt. Was he really going to go through with this? Something about Yoongi, so vulnerable and trusting, stirred something within him that he hadn't anticipated.

As the night wore on, they shared stories, laughter, and increasingly intimate glances. The chemistry between them was palpable, and Jungkook felt himself drawn to Yoongi in a way he hadn't felt before. It was intoxicating, and he could sense Yoongi's growing attraction as well.

Eventually, the tension in the air became undeniable, and Jungkook leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. "You know," he whispered, his heart pounding in his chest, "I really want to kiss you right now."

Yoongi's breath hitched, and he looked up at Jungkook, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desire. "Yeah? I want that too."

With a shared understanding, Jungkook closed the distance between them, capturing Yoongi's lips in a tender kiss. The world around them faded away, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, lost in each other.

As things escalated, the kiss deepened, and Jungkook felt a thrill rush through him. He had never been this captivated by anyone before, and the thought of taking things further sent a shiver down his spine.

Soon, they found themselves entangled in each other's arms, the energy between them crackling with intensity. Jungkook led Yoongi to his bedroom, his heart racing for reasons he couldn't fully comprehend. The intimacy of the moment felt surreal, and as they fell onto the bed, Jungkook felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with something he hadn't expected: a sense of connection. They shared soft kisses and whispered words, losing themselves in the heat of the moment. When they finally succumbed to the passion, it was electric, and Jungkook felt alive in a way he hadn't in a long time.

Afterward, they lay entwined in each other's arms, the aftermath of their intimacy wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Yoongi's breathing gradually slowed, and within moments, he drifted off to sleep, his head resting peacefully against Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook stared at him, his heart pounding erratically as he watched Yoongi's serene expression. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a soft glow on Yoongi's features, making him look almost ethereal. Jungkook felt a strange mix of emotions flooding through him—desire, affection, and an unsettling urge that was always there, lurking beneath the surface.

As he lay there, Jungkook's gaze fell to a heavy object resting on the bedside table—a weighty metal sculpture he had been meaning to throw away. It was cold and solid in his hands, and for a fleeting moment, his mind flickered with dark possibilities. The temptation to let his primal instincts take over was intoxicating. After all, Yoongi was vulnerable now, completely unaware of the duality that swirled within Jungkook.

He held the sculpture, weighing it thoughtfully, contemplating the implications of his next move. The thrill of the hunt beckoned him, but the softness of Yoongi's features, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, made him pause. He had seen many faces before, but none had captured his attention like this. Yoongi was beautiful, and there was something about him that felt different—something Jungkook hadn't anticipated.

As he observed Yoongi's calm demeanor, a wave of uncertainty washed over him. This was not just a fleeting moment; it felt significant. Jungkook realized he was drawn to more than just the thrill of control. He was starting to feel something deeper, an inexplicable connection that made him hesitate.

Gritting his teeth, he set the sculpture back down on the table, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. "What are you doing?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. The urge to act on his darker impulses waged war against the budding feelings he had for Yoongi.

Slowly, he moved closer to Yoongi, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. The tenderness of the gesture felt foreign yet comforting. Jungkook's heart swelled as he realized he didn't want to destroy this moment; he wanted to explore it. He wanted to see where this connection could lead.

As he gazed at Yoongi, a small, unfamiliar spark of hope ignited within him. Maybe he could allow himself to feel something genuine for once. Maybe he didn't have to follow the path he had always walked down.

With a soft sigh, Jungkook settled back down beside Yoongi, pulling the covers over them both. He took a moment to breathe, letting the peace of the night wash over him. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to dream of something beyond his dark desires.

As Yoongi slept soundly, Jungkook felt a sense of calm enveloping him. Maybe this was the beginning of something new. Maybe Yoongi could be the one to change everything. The thought both thrilled and terrified him.

Tonight marked the start of an obsession, but it was an obsession tempered by something softer—a desire to protect, to cherish, rather than to consume. As he closed his eyes, Jungkook made a silent promise to himself: he would navigate this uncharted territory carefully. For now, he would let Yoongi into his life, to see what could blossom between them, even if it meant wrestling with the darkness that lay within him.

With that resolve, he drifted into a restless sleep, dreams filled with visions of Yoongi's smile and the possibilities of a future that felt brighter than anything he had ever known.