Jungkook sat in his private vanity room at the shoot location, dressed in an all-black ensemble that clung perfectly to his toned physique. His hair was damp from the earlier performance, and his breathing was still slightly heavy from the intense choreography. The sharp LED lights above cast a subtle glow over his chiseled features, highlighting the sharpness in his eyes.

He leaned back in the chair, running his fingers through his hair as he scrolled through his phone. His lips curved faintly in anticipation as he tapped on the surveillance app connected to the hidden cameras near Sera’s house—the ones he had installed without her knowing.

But the faint smirk on his face instantly vanished the moment he saw the footage. His eyes narrowed, and his breath hitched.

On the screen, he watched Sera placing the gift—the journal with his song—back into the postbox outside her home. Her expression was soft, almost innocent, as if she were merely returning a misplaced package. She didn’t even recognize it was for her.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around the phone. His nostrils flared slightly as a surge of anger and jealousy shot through his veins. His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the device.

“You… put it back?”

he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low and sharp.

He stared at the screen, watching her walk away without a second glance. As if his gift meant nothing.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips, laced with bitterness.

“Of course, you would,” he sneered under his breath, his eyes glinting with simmering fury.

Suddenly, the sound of a soft knock snapped him out of his dark thoughts. His manager poked his head in.

“Sir  they’re ready for the next take,” he said casually.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, schooling his features into an impassive mask. Without a word, he stood up, grabbed his jacket, and strode toward the set.

The music blasted through the speakers, and Jungkook moved to the center of the stage. The beat dropped, and he launched into the routine with sharp, aggressive movements.

His eyes were dark and wild, his jaw locked with tension. Each step was precise, but his expression was filled with simmering rage. His movements were rougher than usual, his limbs slicing through the air with controlled violence.

Every time the camera zoomed in on his face, his eyes burned with unspoken fury, the rawness of his emotions seeping into the performance. He didn’t just dance—he unleashed his frustration through every move, each step carrying the weight of his jealousy.

In his mind, he kept seeing Sera’s soft smile as she carelessly placed his heart back into the box, making him feel discarded.

“You placed me outside… like I was nothing.”

His eyes narrowed sharply as he spun on his heel, delivering a sharp, fluid movement that made the entire crew pause in awe. But in his head, he was seeing Sera’s face—her warmth, her softness, and the way she gave her smiles so easily to Ethan… but not to him.

As the final beat hit, Jungkook ended the routine with a powerful, forceful move, his chest heaving, his gaze intense and unyielding.

When the cameras stopped rolling, he barely acknowledged the crew’s praises. His eyes remained dark and stormy, his hands trembling slightly with barely-contained rage.

Jungkook sat alone in the corner of his private suite after the shoot, the faint glow of the city lights seeping through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was dim, lit only by a few scattered lamps, casting soft shadows against the sleek, minimalistic interior. The faint hum of traffic below was the only sound that filled the empty space.

Still dressed in his stage outfit—a black sleeveless shirt and ripped jeans—his skin glistened faintly with the remnants of sweat from the performance. He leaned forward on the velvet couch, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together loosely.

His eyes were blankly staring at the marble floor, his face void of any emotion, but his mind was a chaotic storm.

“You put my song back…”

“Like it was nothing.”

The memory of Sera placing the gift back in the postbox kept replaying in his head, taunting him. Her innocent expression, the lack of recognition in her eyes—it stung more than he expected.

He exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening into fists, the veins in his arms subtly protruding.

And then, Namjoon’s voice echoed in his mind, calm and steady—a reminder of the one person who always saw through him.

“If you want her… talk to her.”

“Tell her how you feel.”

“You can’t just expect her to read your mind.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, tilting his head back against the couch. His dark eyes stared at the ceiling, but his mind was on her.

“I know what I feel,”

he muttered under his breath, his voice raspy, low. His hands slowly loosened, fingers running through his damp hair.

“I know exactly what I want.”

He stood up abruptly and walked over to the glass wall overlooking the city, his steps slow and deliberate. His reflection stared back at him—the cold, stoic man the world knew. But behind that mask was something deeper, something raw.

“It’s not lust… it’s not infatuation,”

he murmured softly, almost to himself. His voice was rough, barely above a whisper.

“It’s more.”

He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head slightly, his lips curving into a mirthless smile.

“What have you done to me, Sera?”

he asked the empty room, his voice rough with frustration.

“.”

He stalked back toward the desk littered with papers and lyrics, his breathing uneven. His eyes fell on the scribbled lyrics he had written for her—the raw, emotional words that bled from his soul. He slowly picked up the crumpled paper, smoothing it out with trembling fingers.

And then, without thinking, his eyes drifted to the small, velvet box on the corner of the desk. It had been there for weeks now. A ring.

A platinum band with a subtle, intricate design—a symbol of his promise. He had bought it impulsively, long before he even understood the depth of his feelings. Back when he first realized that Sera wasn’t just another passing attraction.

Jungkook slowly picked it up, his fingers grazing over the cold metal. His throat tightened as he stared at it. The image of slipping it onto her finger flashed vividly in his mind.

“You’re the one…” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes dark and unwavering.

“The unique one.”

“The only one I want by my side.”

He slowly exhaled, the ache in his chest deepening, his lips parting slightly as he whispered,

“I want to make you mine, Sera… permanently.”

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the ring box tightly, pressing it against his chest. His jaw tightened with determination.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Without a second thought, he clenched the velvet box in his hand, his eyes dark with possessive longing. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t going to let fear or uncertainty hold him back any longer.

“You’re going to be mine, Sera.”

“Forever.”

The night was heavy with rain, the cold droplets slashing against the pavement in rhythmic splatters. The dim glow of the flickering streetlight barely illuminated the bus stand where Sera sat, her blue knee-length dress clinging to her damp skin. She shivered slightly, running her hands along her arms for warmth, her eyes scanning the desolate road. The occasional car would speed by, splashing water onto the already soaked pavement, but no bus was in sight.

With a sigh, Sera pulled her phone out, hesitating for a moment before dialing Ethan’s number.

"Hello?"

Ethan’s voice came through, slightly groggy, as if he had been resting after practice.

"Hey… I didn’t mean to disturb you," Sera spoke softly, suddenly feeling guilty for calling so late.

There was a pause on his end, his voice firm now.

"Sera? Why are you calling this late? Is everything alright?"

he asked, concern immediately slipping into his tone.

She bit her lip, feeling hesitant.

"Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… I’m still at the bus stand. I stayed at Suni’s place longer than expected. Can you come pick me up?"

The line went silent for a brief moment before Ethan exhaled sharply.

"You’re still out? Sera, what the hell? It’s nearly midnight!"

he scolded.

She winced slightly at his harsh tone but remained quiet.

"I told you not to stay out so late. It’s not safe!"

Her eyes lowered, watching the rain splash into small puddles near her feet.

"I know… I’m sorry. I just—" she started but was cut off.

"I can’t come right now,"

Ethan interrupted, his voice holding a trace of guilt.

"They stopped me for practice as there are back to back performances and with this rain, it’ll take me at least an hour to get there. You should’ve been more careful, Sera."

Her fingers tightened around her phone, but she forced a soft smile.

"It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine."

"Are you sure? I can ask someone to—"

"No, really. I’ll manage. Go back to practice," she assured him softly.

After a reluctant sigh, Ethan muttered, "Alright. But be careful, okay?"

"I will," she whispered before ending the call.

She let out a shaky breath, feeling a pang of disappointment. She didn’t blame him—he had his obligations. Yet, as she stood alone in the downpour, hugging herself, she felt strangely vulnerable.

Jungkook had been stalking her for last days he would have his men behind her or he would be around her whenever he was free. And tonight was one of the lucky day as his men informed him of sera staying at sunis place and cherry on top was she stayed late at her house he didn't waste time as he drove at her place  .

Jungkook observed her through the rain-splattered window. His sharp eyes, dark and thoughtful, traced her delicate figure as she stood under the flickering streetlight. She was completely drenched, her blue dress clinging to her slender frame. Her damp hair framed her face, droplets rolling down her jawline, disappearing into the hollow of her throat.

She looked so fragile yet ethereal, standing there all alone, oblivious to the world around her. His heart stirred with something unfamiliar—a gentle ache that had nothing to do with lust or fleeting admiration. It was softer, deeper. She looked so heartbreakingly beautiful in the rain, so real, so untouched by the glimmer of superficiality he was so used to.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but firm.

"Stop the car."

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

"Sir?"

Jungkook’s eyes didn’t move from Sera.

"Go to her."

Without another word, the driver turned the wheel, slowly pulling up to the bus stand.

The sharp screech of tires startled Sera, and she turned sharply to see a sleek black car halting right in front of her. She frowned, confused, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, the tinted window rolled down, and her eyes widened slightly when she saw Jungkook’s face peeking out, his dark hair slightly damp from the humid air, strands falling over his forehead.

He tilted his head slightly, flashing a playful smirk.

"What a coincidence,"

he mused, his voice smooth and casual.

"You’re just standing here in the rain. You must really love bad weather."

Sera blinked, clearly not catching on.

" You …….!     Wh…what are you doing here ?"

" Answer me first what are you doing here late at night,?”

Jungkook asked cutting her questions

Oh… I’m just waiting for the bus,"

she answered naively, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear.

Jungkook’s brows lifted slightly in disbelief, his eyes darting to the empty road before returning to her.

"Bus?" he repeated with a mock chuckle. "Do you really think one’s coming through this weather?"

She pressed her lips together awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

"I… I’ll wait," she muttered softly.

The rain intensified, and Jungkook’s gaze narrowed slightly. He leaned on the edge of the window, his eyes locking onto hers.

"You’ll catch a cold." His voice was softer this time. "Just get in."

Shock …..sera felt completely shocked after hearing this.

Sera hesitated, her hands fidgeting.

"I… I’m fine, really. You don’t have to—"

"Sera," his voice dropped slightly, more firm. "Just get in the damn car. You’ll end up sick."

She glanced at him, then at the rain-soaked road. After a beat, she finally sighed and walked over to the car. Jungkook unlocked the door, and she slipped inside.

The moment she settled into the plush leather seat, she exhaled softly, finally shielded from the biting rain. Her dress clung to her skin, damp and chilled, causing her to shiver slightly. Jungkook’s sharp eyes immediately caught the way her damp skin glistened. He glanced at her neck, where a few stray droplets trailed down, disappearing into the curve of her chest. His throat bobbed faintly. The faint scent of rain mixed with her perfume filled the car, making his jaw tighten.

He tore his gaze away and cleared his throat.

"So… what were you really doing out here?" he asked casually.

Sera glanced at him, her hands folded on her lap.

"I was at my friends place. We were having a girls' night," she explained softly.

Jungkook’s lips curved slightly.

"Oh? Girls’ night? Didn’t know that meant waiting for buses in the rain."

She let out a small laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Yeah, not exactly the plan."

He arched a brow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"You’re not very good at making plans, are you?"

She shot him a playful glare.

"And you’re quite good at showing up unexpectedly."

He smirked faintly, but before he could retort, she glanced around the car, her eyes wide with awe.

"I can’t believe I’m sitting in the Jungkook’s car,"

she muttered, almost to herself.

Jungkook chuckled under his breath.

"Oh? And how do you feel about it?"

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

"A bit disappointed. I was expecting a spaceship or at least a golden chariot."

Jungkook let out a deep laugh, his eyes shining with genuine amusement.

"Damn. Next time I’ll arrange for fireworks too."

Their playful banter slowly gave way to something softer as their conversation flowed. Jungkook asked her about her job, and her eyes brightened.

“You know... I saw you that day.”

Serena turned her head toward him, blinking curiously.

“Hmm?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a faint, almost sheepish smile as he kept his eyes on the road.

“When you were teaching the kids at school,”

he clarified.

“I saw you handling them. It must be difficult, right? I mean... keeping up with so many of them at once.”

His voice was laced with genuine curiosity, with a faint trace of admiration. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, watching for her reaction.

Serena’s brows lifted slightly in surprise before her lips parted into a soft smile. She let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head.

“Difficult?” she repeated with a playful glint in her eyes

. “Not really. It’s only hard if you’re doing it just for the paycheck.”

She paused briefly, glancing down at her hands as if gathering her thoughts. When she looked back at him, her eyes were warm, yet filled with an understated wisdom.

“But when you actually love what you do... even the chaos feels beautiful. It doesn’t drain you—it fills you.”

Her voice softened as she added, almost in reflection,

“I guess... when you’re passionate about something, you stop keeping track of how hard it is. You just do it.”

Her words were simple, but the way she said them made Jungkook pause.

“That’s... beautiful,” he murmured softly.

Serena glanced at him, her brows knitting slightly in curiosity. A faint smile played at the corners of her lips as she asked,

“What about you?”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered to hers, caught slightly off guard by the question.

“Me?” he asked, tilting his head.

She nodded, her gaze steady.

“Your work... performing, being on stage, traveling all the time—it must be tiring.” She looked at him with genuine curiosity. “Do you ever feel... tired of it? Or does it still make your heart race the same way it did when you started?”

Jungkook let out a soft exhale, briefly looking ahead at the empty road. For a moment, he didn’t speak. He seemed to be considering his answer carefully, as if for the first time in a long while, someone had asked him something he hadn’t already rehearsed.

“Honestly?”

he finally said, his voice quieter now.

“Sometimes... it does get exhausting. The constant travel, the schedule, the expectations... it’s overwhelming.”

His gaze lowered slightly, his jaw clenching subtly, as if revealing more than he intended.

“But then... there’s that moment when I’m on stage.” His voice softened, and his lips curved faintly. “When the lights hit, and I hear them singing along... it’s like everything else fades. The exhaustion... the pressure—it all just disappears.”

He turned his gaze back toward her, his eyes holding a quiet vulnerability.

“I think that’s when I remember why I started. When I’m standing in front of them, giving them even a small part of myself... and they give it right back. It feels...” he trailed off, searching for the right word. “Limitless.”

Serena’s eyes remained fixed on him, her gaze softening with quiet understanding. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she allowed the silence to linger, giving space for his words to settle. And when she finally spoke, her voice was calm and steady, carrying a depth that caught him off guard.

“You know...”

she began softly,

“I think passion is like that—it ebbs and flows. It doesn’t mean you love it any less when it tires you out. It just means you’re human.”

Jungkook’s eyes slowly shifted toward her, captivated by the simplicity and wisdom in her words. She wasn’t offering him some shallow reassurance. She wasn’t trying to impress him. She was simply..

Serena smiled faintly, her voice turning softer.

“And sometimes... the things that exhaust you the most are also the ones that keep you alive.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened unexpectedly. He didn’t know why, but her words struck something in him—something raw and unguarded. He wasn’t used to hearing this kind of honesty, especially not from someone he barely knew. Yet here she was, talking to him without hesitation, without any pretenses, as if they had known each other for years.

His lips twitched into a faint, almost disbelieving smile.

“You’re... not nervous at all, are you?”

he asked softly, tilting his head slightly.

Serena turned to him, her brows knitting in confusion.

“Nervous?” she echoed with a playful chuckle. “Why would I be nervous?”

Jungkook’s eyes softened.

“I don’t know,”

he admitted quietly. “Most people are, when they talk to me.

But you...” his voice lowered slightly, as if speaking more to himself, “You’re just... you.”

His words hung in the air for a moment. Serena blinked at him, slightly caught off guard by the softness in his voice. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Is that a bad thing?”

she asked teasingly.

Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, and he let out a soft breath of amusement, shaking his head.

“No,” he murmured softly. “Not at all.”

There was a warmth in his voice—a quiet, genuine admiration that he couldn’t quite mask.

Breaking the moment, he reached into the compartment beside him and pulled out a small pack of mixed snacks. He glanced at her with a casual smirk and held it out toward her.

“Hungry?” he asked.

Serena blinked at the gesture, then let out a soft, amused laugh.

“now? “

Jungkook smirked playfully.

“Hey, I’m just making sure you don’t starve in my car,”

he shot back with mock seriousness.

Serena shook her head with a chuckle and took the pack from his hand. She opened it and casually popped a few bites into her mouth, leaning back into the seat.

"The rain continued to drum softly against the car, creating a muted rhythm that filled the dimly lit interior. The city lights faded into the distance as the vehicle drove along the isolated road. The occasional flicker of street lamps cast faint, fleeting glows inside t

"The rain continued to drum softly against the car, creating a muted rhythm that filled the dimly lit interior. The city lights faded into the distance as the vehicle drove along the isolated road. The occasional flicker of streetlamps cast faint, fleeting glows inside the car, illuminating Jungkook’s face in brief, ethereal flashes.

Serena sat beside him, her posture relaxed, still munching on the snack he had casually handed her moments ago. Her guard was completely down. She didn’t notice the way Jungkook’s eyes lingered on her with a dark, unwavering intensity—the flicker of something predatory glimmering behind his otherwise soft gaze. His fingers subtly tapped against the steering wheel, his thumb running along the leather with a slow, almost anticipatory motion.

She let out a faint sigh, rubbing her eyes softly, a trace of drowsiness washing over her. She blinked a few times, trying to shake it off, but her vision was already beginning to blur. Her limbs suddenly felt heavy, as though she were sinking into the seat, and the edges of her thoughts grew foggy.

“Hmm...” Serena murmured, barely registering the sudden wave of exhaustion consuming her. She shifted slightly, her head tilting toward Jungkook.

He turned to her, his dark eyes narrowing slightly in quiet satisfaction as he watched the sedative slowly take effect. She blinked sluggishly, her lashes fluttering, fighting a losing battle to keep her eyes open. Her breathing slowed, growing soft and shallow.

“Tired?”

Jungkook asked softly, his voice smooth, deceptively tender.

Serena gave a faint hum in response—barely coherent. Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled a small breath, and before she could form another word, her head lolled to the side. Without resistance, she slumped against him, her head falling gently onto his shoulder.

Jungkook stilled for a moment. His hand tightened slightly as he felt the warmth of her cheek press against him. His breathing slowed, his chest rising and falling in a measured rhythm. The subtle scent of her shampoo lingered in the air—soft, floral, and slightly sweet. It filled his senses, making his throat constrict.

Slowly, deliberately, he reached toward the control panel and pressed the button to raise the partition between the front and back seats. The sleek, black screen slid up silently, sealing them off from the driver’s view, enclosing them in complete privacy.

A sinister calm washed over him. His lips parted slightly as he exhaled slowly, his dark eyes fixated on the woman now slumped against him, completely unaware of the shift in his demeanor.

Carefully, he slipped his arm around her, guiding her body closer. With slow, measured movements, he shifted her from the seat onto his lap, cradling her as though she were fragile. Her body was limp, utterly defenseless, her breathing soft and even.

Jungkook’s fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against her face. He trailed them along her cheekbone, then down to her jawline. His touch was gentle—almost reverent—but the glimmer in his eyes was anything but. It was possessive, dark, and unrelenting. His thumb slowly traced the outline of her lower lip, pressing down softly, feeling the velvety smoothness.

“So soft...” he whispered under his breath, his voice barely above a murmur.

His eyes roamed over her face, drinking in every detail—the faint flush of her cheeks, the delicate curve of her nose, the slow parting of her lips with each breath. His gaze lowered, fixating on her mouth. A slow, almost predatory smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You have no idea... how beautiful you look right now,”

he whispered, his voice dark with quiet obsession.

His fingers traced down her jaw, then lower, skimming the delicate slope of her neck. He pressed his palm flat against her throat, feeling the faint, steady rhythm of her pulse beneath his touch. A twisted satisfaction filled him, knowing that she was completely at his mercy—utterly unaware of the madness stirring behind his soft facade.

His hand wandered lower, his fingertips grazing the exposed skin of her collarbone. His breathing grew heavier, his eyes growing darker, more hooded with each slow caress. He lowered his face toward hers, his lips hovering just above her skin.

“You were talking so freely... so openly,” he murmured against her temple, his voice a low rasp. “Without even realizing... how much I wanted to keep you.”

He nuzzled into her hair, inhaling deeply, letting her scent invade his senses. His lips brushed against her forehead, lingering there for a moment before trailing downward. The warmth of her skin beneath his lips made his chest tighten.

Without thinking, he dipped lower, pressing a lingering kiss just below her ear. His lips dragged slowly along her skin, moving to her jaw, then hovering over her parted lips. His breath fanned over her mouth, his eyes half-lidded with dark hunger.

“I could keep you like this forever,”

he whispered darkly against her lips.

His fingers brushed over her mouth again, prying her lips apart slightly with his thumb. His eyes darkened further as he pressed his own thumb against her tongue, watching it drag against the pad of his finger. His chest tightened with a sick sense of satisfaction, knowing she was too deep in slumber to even notice.

Slowly, he pulled his thumb away and traced it along the seam of her lips, smearing the faint trace of moisture across them. His breathing was heavy now, his fingers trembling slightly as they moved down her neck again, grazing her skin with possessive slowness.

“So perfect... so completely mine,” he whispered in a low, gravelly murmur, his voice dripping with dark affection.

He pressed his lips softly against hers—once, then again—each kiss growing slower, more deliberate. His grip on her waist tightened slightly, his fingers splaying against her lower back, pulling her closer into him.

For a moment, he simply stared at her—her eyes closed, her expression peaceful, oblivious to the possessive hunger pooling in his gaze. His jaw clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction.

“You have no idea... how long I’ve waited to have you this close,” he whispered darkly, his lips ghosting over her cheek.

He brushed her damp hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a slow, almost tender motion. His fingers lingered on her skin, trailing down the side of her neck once more. He placed a final kiss against her lips—slow, unhurried—before resting his forehead against hers.

The rain continued to patter softly against the windows, oblivious to the darkness unfolding inside the car. And as Jungkook held her against him, his arms tightening around her sleeping form, he knew there was no turning back.

She was already his. She just didn’t know it yet.

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