Tricks of The Fog (The Trickster X Reader)

Chapter 8: Growing Obsessions

This chapter is unedited, there is likely at least a few mistakes.  Also, feel free to suggest scenarios for this story if you'd like.

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The cherry red blush coloring (Y/N)'s face and neck had Ji-Woon giggling like crazy.  He was perfectly aware of how seductive his words sounded, how he was sending mixed signals on two opposite extremes.  He was purposely playing with the girl's emotions, entertained by her clear confusion between being frightened of him and being lovesick.  The two opposites were something he always loved being able to mix together every time he got to torture one of his adoring fans.  

He sighed against (Y/N)'s hand that was still trembling in his own, chuckling at the way she tensed with a small sound of discomfort.  The fact that she reacted that way to every little thing he did was pleasing to him in a way.  She would sound and act frightened like he wanted, but wouldn't try very hard to get away from him.  That might prove useful later.   

He let go of her hand and gently pushed her shoulders to lean her back a little farther from him so he could easily work with the sheet wrapped around her torso without stepping away from her.  Ji-Woon was fine with her being injured of course, but he had admittedly cut into her a little deeper than he should have.  He didn't think she would start bleeding again and was now just slightly concerned she began bleeding from the moment she began to move.  

He began humming a tune from one of his songs he sang while he was still part of No-Spin as he tugged the end of the ripped fabric out of where it was tightly tucked.  His arms moved around (Y/N) as he began unwrapping it from her.  (Y/N) didn't seem to expect this and instantly her eyes widened as she tried to pry her legs out from where they were pinned by his own.  Her grip on his arm tightened and finally pushed on him enough to shove him back a little.  

Not expecting her to actually try to get away again with how nicely she had been staying still, he stumbled back a few steps before swiftly moving back against her before she could slip back off the other side of the counter.  His eyes narrowed in response to her actions, one hand gripping her jaw forcing her eyes up to meet his icy glare and the other catching her arm before she could shove him again.

"You're not allowed to push me away from you like that.  Never, try to push me away.  You're lucky to be so close to me as it is." There was heavy emphasis on the word 'never' and he squeezed both her jaw and her arm to further make his words clear to the girl, making her wince in pained discomfort.  "Now be a good girl and sit still or I might have to teach you how to behave."  A muffled sound of compliance came from the girl and he released her face, going back to unwrapping the sheet. 

She didn't move after that.  There were several seconds of silence while (Y/N) fidgeted uncomfortably until she spoke in a quiet tone, "what are you doing?" 

She sounded scared.  A smile grew on Ji-Woon's face, the anger in his eyes replaced with amusement.  Ah.  So she worried about him injuring her further.  That was why she made the mistake of pushing him away from her.  

"Why do you ask sweetheart, don't you trust me?  I'm being gentle with you, aren't I?" He noticed a flicker of annoyance in her eyes, a silent are you serious? making him giggle.  "I'm only checking for blood sweetheart, I already told you I wouldn't harm you before you're ready.  I do want to keep you after all."  

The blush that exploded on her face had him laughing with malicious delight.  "I don't think I want that..." He heard her mumble under her breath.  He tsked and after poking at the cuts still covered by a few thin layers of the fabric, he began wrapping her up again.  He wasn't actually too concerned about them, he just wanted to check if they were bleeding badly or not.  It appeared only a few little droplets of blood had seeped onto the fabric, which he didn't plan on changing.  Good enough.