The kitchen lights cast a harsh glow over the marble countertops, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge as Jungkook corners Y/N against the edge. His broad frame blocks her escape, those dark eyes narrowing with that familiar icy glare. She's still in her skimpy sundress from sneaking out earlier, the one that hugs her curves too tightly, a deliberate tease he knows she wore to push his buttons. But tonight, it's backfired.

'You think you can just waltz out without me?' His voice is low, gravelly, laced with controlled fury. He grabs her wrist, pinning it to the counter behind her, his body pressing close enough that she feels the heat radiating off him despite his cold demeanor. Y/N squirms, her spoiled pout forming as she tries to play innocent. 'I was bored, Jungkook. You can't keep me locked up like some pet.'