My Property

CHAPTER 5

What's going on here?

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I quickly pulled away from the hug and saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, holding a tray with food. He looked very mad, and I saw him clench his jaw visibly.

Misoo quickly stood up and bowed to him. "Hello boss, I'm sorry for intruding. I shall take my leave now." He said and quickly walked out of the room, after quickly taking my hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Jungkook's eyes followed his every move, and finally looked away when he disappeared in the hallway. He then looked back at me, and entered the room, placing the tray of food on the bed. He walked back to the door, to close it, and then walked back to me to sit on the bed.

"What were you doing with Misoo?" he asked and I felt his eyes burn in my skin. "Hugging, obviously," I said with full confidence, but quickly felt myself shrinking under his glare.

"Talking." I quickly added. "About what?" he asked, still holding his piercing gaze on me.

"None of your business," I said but quickly regretted it. When I thought he couldn't look any angrier, his eyes darkened.

"Listen here doll, I think we have to make some things clear. I am very possessive about my things. Everything here belongs to me, and so do you! YOU. ARE MY PROPERTY." He said between clenched teeth, as he emphasized the last few words.

I hadn't even noticed he had come closer, until I felt his breath in my neck, making me shiver. "Do you understand, Doll Face?" he said, as he retreated his head and smirked.

"Yes," I said softly. After those words left my mouth, his eyes suddenly turned back to his normal twinkling eyes, and he smiled at me, like the event from seconds ago didn't even happen.

"Now, doll, please eat your food. Jin cooked, it will surely make you feel better," he said and put the tray on my lap. I sighed and looked at the meal on the plate. It was spaghetti.

I froze. Jackson. I had completely forgotten about him again. He must be worried sick. Jungkook noticed that I hadn't touched my food, and looked at me confused.

"What is it doll? Don't you like Jin's cooking?" he asked and put a strand of my hair behind my ears. "No! I do like it! It just...it reminds me of someone." I told him truthfully.

I saw how his eyebrows knitted together, and he looked into my eyes. "Who?" was all he said, with a soft tone, that made me feel a little less tense.

"My best friend. His 'specialty' was spaghetti. When I felt down, he would try to cheer me up by cooking this." I said with a sad chuckle. When I looked back at Jungkook, his eyes had darkened again.

"He? It's a boy?" he said while his voice dropped a whole octave lower. "Mhm, yeah, his name is Jackson," I said and looked back at my plate.

I heard a low growl escape his throat, and he abruptly stood up. "Was that the boy who flirted with you, back at the café?" he asked randomly.

"Yeah." was all I could answer. I saw him poke his tongue against his inner cheek, and he started to walk out of the room.

"Why does he look so annoyed? I just told him about Jackson." I muttered slowly. He seemed to hear what I said because he quickly turned around and walked back to me.

"Because. You. Are. Mine." He said while looking into my eyes deeply. "And don't you forget that." He continued. Before pulling away he suddenly pecked my forehead.