|{Blood On The Corpse's Coffin}|•{(KNJ)}

{23}

Twelve Hours

The young girl didn't realize when her tears started streaming down her dollface.

She didn't realize when he wiped them away as if it was his favorite thing to do. 

When his hot breath softly hit her ear, she couldn't help but shiver. 

She felt different when he was this close. He had control all over her and she knew he was going to use it as much as he could.

The small girl squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, trying to get out of his gentle touch.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it after less than a second.

'What the hell is wrong with me??' she bit her bottom lip from anxiety.

His dominance had suddenly grown so much, she didn't dare to talk.

Kurai was looking everywhere but Namjoon. 

She wanted to process the new information but her concentration seemed to vanish away each time she saw him.

'Alright this is stupid,' she kept nagging to herself.

The older knew she was uncomfortable. She was trapped between him and the couch, trying to calm down her breathing in his firm embrace.

The small girl was trying to squirm her way out, but she had no idea what she was doing to the older man's body. 

Each movement, the friction of her soft neck against his chin, they were all sending him off the edge.

He suddenly grabbed her shoulders to stop her from moving and nuzzled his face in her neck.

The poor girl froze when she felt his soft, plump lips on her neck.

He wasn't moving. Neither was she.

Even if she did want to move, she couldn't. Her body felt paralyzed due to all the new experiences.   

Kurai could feel her heart trying to rip out of her chest. She shivered when she felt him smirk against her tender skin.

The young girl was getting frightened, her hands were slightly shaking and she had a strong urge to scream for help.

But no matter how much she tried, it felt like she was stuck in a trance. 

The blond on the other hand, was enjoying every single second, inhaling her pleasant vanilla scent, while feeling her fast pulse against his lips.

He moved his face and softly kissed her jaw, then he backed up from her dainty body to see her flustered face.

Kurai's mind wasn't working. 

It simply wasn't functioning. 

She knew she had to push him away the moment he got that close, but something made her freeze.

Everything was so new.

The sensation of his soft lips on her neck was tingling in the back of her mind.

No one had told her a touch like that exists. 

She couldn't move her body. Her injured hands were clenching the edge of the couch forcefully while she was trying to swallow the screams and whispers in her head. 

The pill was wearing off just as easy as that.

The bulky man looked at her. She was staring at his chest, avoiding his eyes.