You didn’t sleep that night.

Not because of regret. Not even guilt.

But because every time you closed your eyes, you could still feel his lips on yours—still taste the arrogance and hunger he left behind like a wildfire on your skin. Your heart hadn’t stopped racing, your body still buzzing from the tension, the heat, the electricity that sparked every time your mind replayed the kiss.

You had kissed Jeon Jungkook.

No, not just kissed. Devoured. Claimed. Challenged.

And the worst part? You wanted more.

You had tossed and turned, wrestling with the whirlwind of emotions he’d stirred inside you. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was your rival—your enemy. The boy who made you roll your eyes on sight, the one whose voice could ignite arguments faster than gasoline met flame.

But now, it wasn’t just anger that sparked between you two.

It was something else.

Something dangerous.

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The next morning, the school corridors buzzed with the usual chaos. Laughter, chatter, lockers slamming shut—but for you, it all felt muted. Background noise to the chaos storming inside your head.

Your steps slowed as your eyes landed on him.

Jungkook.

Leaning against your locker like he owned it, like he’d been waiting just for you. His arms were folded across his chest, head tilted slightly, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

You considered walking the other way.

But he saw you. And worse—he started walking toward you.

"Morning, sweetheart," he said, low and teasing.

You grit your teeth. "Don’t call me that."

"Still mad about yesterday? Or mad you liked it?"

You stiffened. There it was again—that tone, that smugness. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"You’re in my way," you said.

"Maybe I like being in your way," he replied smoothly.

Before you could retort, he stepped closer. Too close. His presence wrapped around you like smoke, inescapable. The memory of his lips brushed across your mind, vivid and unwanted.

"What do you want, Jungkook?" you asked.

His gaze dropped to your lips for a heartbeat. "To shut you up again."

Your cheeks flamed. You hated how easily he could get under your skin. You hated how your heart fluttered just from being this close to him.

So when he tugged you by the wrist, guiding you into the nearest empty classroom and locking the door behind you—you didn’t protest.

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The moment the lock clicked, you were on him.

Or maybe he was on you.

It didn’t matter.

Hands tangled in hair, lips crashing together, breath shared in a frenzy of emotion. His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was demanding, desperate. Like he was trying to prove something, and you were more than ready to challenge him for it.

"We’re insane," you gasped against his mouth.

"Maybe," he replied, nipping your lower lip. "But we’re good at it."

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel every muscle, every heartbeat. Your hands found their way under his shirt, fingers tracing the hard lines of his abdomen.

The classroom disappeared. The rivalry disappeared.

There was only this moment.

Only him.

Only you.

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After what felt like forever, you broke apart, both of you panting. His hair was a mess. Your lipstick was probably smudged. But neither of you cared.

He leaned his forehead against yours.

"What the hell are we doing?" you whispered.

"Losing our minds," he said. "But it feels right."

You laughed, breathless. "We’re enemies, Jungkook. This isn’t supposed to happen."

"Then why does it feel so damn good?"

Silence.

Heavy, loaded silence.

You stepped back, brushing your hands over your clothes, trying to fix yourself. He watched you with unreadable eyes.

"This changes nothing," you said firmly.

"Right," he nodded. "We still hate each other."

You grabbed the door handle. "Exactly."

"But if you ever want to... you know... settle another argument," he said, voice low, "I’m always up for a rematch."

You shot him a glare. But your heart was pounding.

And deep down, you knew this wasn’t over.

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The days that followed were torture.

Every glance, every accidental touch in the hallway felt like a spark to dry kindling. He’d sit beside you in class, acting like nothing happened. But his fingers would brush against yours under the desk. His knees would bump yours. Every touch was deliberate.

You began keeping score.

Touch in chemistry class? One point Jungkook.

Lingering stare in the cafeteria? One point you.

Accidental meeting in the library that turned into another heated make-out session behind the shelves? A tie. Definitely a tie.

The line between enemies and lovers blurred fast.

One moment you were fighting over project ideas. The next, you were kissing against the bathroom door.

It became a game. A secret. A fire neither of you could put out.

Until the day you saw him talking to another girl.

She laughed at something he said. Touched his arm.

You didn’t expect it to hit you so hard.

Jealousy wasn’t part of the arrangement.

This wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

You turned on your heel and stormed off.

Later, when Jungkook found you in the music room, alone and furious, he looked confused.

"Why are you mad?"

You scoffed. "Why shouldn’t I be? You were flirting with her."

"So? We’re not dating."

That stung.

More than it should have.

You crossed your arms. "Right. We’re just enemies."

He sighed, stepping closer. "Y/N..."

"Don’t. It’s fine. Go flirt with whoever you want."

"I don’t want her," he said firmly.

Silence stretched.

"Then what do you want?" you asked, voice barely a whisper.

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You. Even if we argue. Even if we fight. It’s always been you."

Your breath hitched.

And for the first time, you realized this wasn’t just a game anymore.

This was war.

But you were already losing.

To be continued...

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Author's Note:

Hey lovely readers! Hope you enjoyed this full-length Part 2 of Enemies with Benefits ~ If you'd like to see Part 3 with even more angst, jealousy, or that first moment where feelings get too real to ignore, let me know! And don’t forget to follow me on Wattpad for daily updates and spicy slow-burn drama!

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Author Mrinal 🌸 🎀 ✨️