Glitter and Gunshots

As Hot as Being Drained by a Vampire Sounds...

"The hell do you mean I'm baggage?!" You spat out, mouth dropped open in offence.

Jungkook just tightened his grip on your arm and replied simply, "You aren't my problem anymore—we both agreed on that."

With the bustling crowd around you and the black hood of Jungkook's jacket pulled over his eyes, you couldn't see his expression.

"Let go of me then, you pedophile!" You writhed against his grasp, but Jungkook seemed to be made of steel and didn't budge.

"No." That was all he said, light tone but deep voice, his words intended at you but gaze fixed on the train ahead.

"No way are you actually traveling in a train," you scoffed, taking in the long series of carts, all of them decked out in glittering colors and the Bangtan Boys' logo. You turned to Jungkook for confirmation, then elbowed three people out of the way just to get far enough ahead to get in his eyesight.

"There's no frickin way—"

"Shut up, or I'm going to tie you onto the railroad tracks, and then you can see how real the train is." Jungkook's voice was more of a growl, a threat that would scare any normal person out of their mind.

You humphed out a laugh. "That'd eliminate your problems, hm? Then maybe you wouldn't throw me with the other baggage in the back of the train!"

"I'm not throwing you with the baggage, y/n! All the cargo carts are checked, and you'd be caught the second we crossed the border."

That made you falter in your steps, but Jungkook had already hauled you away from the crowd and was leading you towards not the circus train, but into the woods.

"Oh, hell naw. As hot as being drained by a vampire sounds, I did not come with you to be murdered in a dark forest next to the site of an abandoned circus. Not only is that one of the lamest ways to go—I'd much rather, like, drown in ketchup or something—it's basic. Come on, Jungkookie, I thought you'd have a bit of creativity—"

Jungkook flung your arm away then, stepping back into the shadows of the woods. "Goddammit, y/n, just shut the hell up, okay?! I'm not going to drain you, or murder you, or—or drown you in ketchup, as appealing as that sounds right now since you're such a stick up my ass!!"

The shadow on Jungkook's face shifted, allowing you to see his face, stone cold with anger, black eyes glinting with rage in the few beams of moonlight that sifted through the heavy canopy of the forest.

He let out an exhale, his breath coming out as smoke in the now chilly night air, his chest trembling with the tiniest bit of restraint he had. You could practically taste his hate for you in the surrounding air.

His fists were balled, lips pressed into a tight line, jaw clenched, and tongue poking around in his mouth.

Hot.

What the—no! No, y/n, not hot!!

You lifted your chin. "Why bother, then? Why didn't you turn me in? Why'd you bring me back here?"

Jungkook's face remained stony. "Reasons you have no right to know."

"I think I should be allowed to know if they're about me."

Jungkook turned around, striding deeper into the forest. "Wrong again, Hwang. I thought you were supposed to be devilishly clever or something. Top of your class, my a—"

"—and I thought you were supposed to be a circus boy, not some undercover agent who knows how to follow someone and pin them to a wall." You stopped in your tracks, eyes growing wide. "If you even think about raping me, I'll chop off your testicals and feed them to whatever vermin roams this forest."