Your fingertips lingered just above his waistband, hovering an agonizing millimeter away from his skin. The heat radiating off his body was intense, a silent hum of sheer anticipation that vibrated through the quiet room.

Jungkook didn't move. He didn't twitch, he didn't shift, and he didn't pull against the leather cuffs bound to his chest ring. His jaw was clenched so hard the muscle in his cheek stood out in stark relief, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged gulps of air as he fought his own instincts to remain completely immobile for you.