The Lieutenant [Jeon Jungkook x Reader][21+][COMPLETE]

Chapter Nine

I dropped the tray that I was holding, causing soapy water to splash all over the sink and my clothes.

"Sir, please..." I muttered, too nervous to say anything else. Now would not be the time to provoke him. I knew no one would come to my rescue if he managed to get the upper hand.

"Hmm, please what, princess?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath brushing against my cheek. He reeked of smoke, and I could have sworn I smelt alcohol on his breath. I tried my best to pull away from him, but that only made him press himself harder into me, causing the metal sink edge to dig into my skin.

"Please stop, I need to finish cleaning these trays" I breathed, clenching my eyes shut, hoping that it would all stop and he would just leave.

"Oh come on, you can't tell me that you don't want, this," and with his last word, he pressed his, now full, erection into my leg, "I know what a girl like you wants, and I have it for you, princess," he brushed his lips against my neck. I pulled away, which only seems to encourage him even more. He grabbed my hips and forcefully turned me around to face him. 

I quickly looked to the side, not wanting to make eye contact, and desperately tried to free myself from his grasp; but the more I struggled, the harder he held me. 

"The more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt. The choice is yours, princess. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," his voice was low and raspy. He was making it seem as though he was desperate to have me, right then and there. I blinked away tears, hoping he wouldn't notice. I felt so hopeless, but I knew if I didn't try to stop him, no one would.

I turned my head back, to face Jungho, and smiled, a bruise had started to form on the corner of his jaw from where I had punched him earlier. I leaned in, as if I was going to kiss him, causing him to smirk, but before our lips touched, I whispered, "Fuck you, Jungho," I smashed my forehead into his nose, causing my vision to go blurry for a moment and my ears to ring. He stumbled back, falling into the counter behind him. He placed his hands on either side of him in an attempt to regain his balance. That was when I made an attempt to escape. I ran towards the kitchen door, but as soon as my fingers wrapped around the handle, I was pulled away from it and thrown onto the cold tiled floor.

"Well, I see you've decided we are going to do this the hard way," Jungho chuckled as he approached me. I started kicking at him furiously as I pulled myself along the floor away from him. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't find my voice. My breathing was ragged and irregular, so I couldn't scream, even if I tried. The adrenaline had taken over my system. It was either going to be fight or flight. I had already tried to flee, so my only option left was to fight. 

The rapidly depleting levels of oxygen in my body from my lack of steady breathing was making me dizzy, but I managed to scramble to my feet and ready myself for a fight. I tried to take a few deep breaths, they were shaky, but the dizziness started to subside. I took a few more as I started stepping away from Jungho. I knew he wouldn't give up easily, so I had a feeling I would need to seriously hurt him, or knock him out in order to get away. "Come on princess, I don't want to have to hurt that pretty face of yours, just let this happen," he growled as he started walking towards me slowly.

I started weighing up my options as he approached me, he was now between me and the door. I knew I had a counter behind me and to my right, but there wasn't one to my left, which would give me a clear path to the sink; but it would put me further into the room, which is not where I wanted to be. Nevertheless, I took the chance. I darted to my left and sprinted to the sink, slamming into it and started fumbling with the food tray that was floating in the soapy water. I held it, spun around and flung it like a frisbee towards Jungho. It hit him in the sternum, causing water to splatter the shirt he was wearing. He groaned, and his expression changed from a smirk to a scowl. I had really pissed him off now, so I decided to fling more trays at him, wanting to give myself more time to think of a way out.