Areum gazes up at Jungkook, hopeful as she places her gun back in its holder.
In her eyes, it was a simple way of displaying peace and clarity.
"Now why the fuck would I want to do that?" Chills splay out across Areum's back at Jungkook's response, slightly taken aback by his unexpected cold demeanour.
"You scared about what I'll do to you or something?" Areum flips the cards on Jungkook's fiery expression, obtaining the upper hand.
Although, that was never going to last long given the game of cat and mouse the pair had grown accustomed to.
"The only person who should be scared is you, darling." Jungkook's sharp tongue pokes out in order to wet his cherry-like lips, the pocket of muscle moving dangerously slow in order to lure in Areum's senses.
It was as if she was being reeled in on the end of a fucking fishing rod, all for Jungkook's sick pleasure.
"Wanna put that theory to the test, Kook?" Areum finds herself stalking towards him, calculated steps giving off an impression of poise and grace.
Her cat-like eyes remain locked on Jungkook's while she moves like a snake.
The original serpentine looking for her very own serpent.
In her eyes, that was the man standing tall before her, not even batting an eyelid at the fact she could kill him right there and then.
Maybe he wants to die.
That's something Areum had never thought about.
Maybe a nice apartment and good job can't truly buy happiness.
Maybe the richest people in the world are actually the saddest, given the fact their money seems to define them and that's all they loathe; some paper fucking sheets made in the interests of capitalism.
"Who said you could call me that?" Jungkook practically growls as he lowers his eyes at Areum, pure rage seething throughout every damn cell in his body.
"I make up my own rules, you should know that by now . . . Kookie." Smugness reigns through Jungkook's features when Areum leans up to whisper in his ear.
How she could make such a simple word have such a vulgar and seductive ring behind it was beyond him.
Oh, how he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it at least a tiny bit.
Jungkook's jaw locks at the very thought of such a thing and his eyes shoot open from their previously-relaxed state.
"Just get in the fucking car." On impulse, Jungkook shoves Areum away from coming any closer to touching his body, a ghastly look glimmering in his ebony eyes.
He runs a hand through his dark locks, veins on the top of his hand so prominent from all the stress he'd been put under these last few weeks, months even.
Areum finds herself gawking at the vast amount of rings adorning Jungkook's slender fingers, admiring the way each one compliments him in a different light.
"If you say so." Areum smirks as she makes her way towards Jungkook's car, eyes never leaving his.
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