"Yes, I have a problem!" he declared, his voice tight. "Because he can't satisfy you, Y/n. He can't give you what you truly desire. He doesn't know you like I do."

"You know nothing about what I desire, Jungkook! And you know nothing about Suho! Keep your opinions to yourself!"

I tried to push past him, but he didn't budge. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with iron strength.

"Don't you dare walk away from me," he warned. "Not until we finish this conversation."

With a sudden, powerful tug, he pulled me straight into his chest. I stumbled, my face slamming softly against his hard pectoral muscle.

And then I felt it. The unmistakable, rock-hard bulge of him pressing against my belly through his gym shorts. It was enormous.