Obsession | JJK ft. PJM

24 It's Not Over

"It's not the house that's haunted... it's your son." 

- Elise Rainier, Insidious

A gust of cool breeze makes your hair blow all over your face, making you secure it with an elastic band. You study Jungkook's profile as he drives out of Seoul to a place unknown to you, but you trust him. His hair is gelled back and stray strands of hair decorate his forehead. His black shirt is rolled upwards, making his veiny arms gleam under the moonlight. His tattooed right arm holds you hostage, making you want to run your fingers on them, wanting to feel every inch of him. His dark blazer wraps around your shoulders, its size being too big for you. You were feeling cold and he is a gentleman.

"Why'd you tie it?" he catches you off guard, intently staring back at you.

"The wind." 

He chuckles, the low baritone in his voice sending chills up your spine and warmth between your legs. Alcohol makes you think bold. What if he takes you to a mountaintop? Making love under the moon seems like a plan, you had it on your bucket list anyway. He'd be just the right person to fulfil your dreams.

"Sweetheart, we have reached." He starts parking the car in an open area in front of an ancient-looking manor. Your heart skips a beat when you take in the ominous structure in front of you. It's two-storied and surrounded by the woods. You had realised halfway through the trip that Jungkook was taking you to your town. You had no problem, in fact, it made you feel special that he is opening doors of his past for you, letting you in.

He knew all about you as much as a person who has been dating you for a month and a half should know but you knew only a little about him. He was closed off and introverted which you didn't mind. All you wanted was to become a part of his inner circle. The only thing that scares you is that his mother might be in there. It makes all the sinister thoughts you were having about him get locked up in a trunk inside your mind, a dreadful feeling taking its place in the pit of your stomach.

"So, this is your home?" you ask as he gets out of the car and to your side, opening your door. You get out and quietly take in your surroundings. The house is on the outskirts of the town, isolated from the neighbourhood. You would have started running had it not been Jungkook's house. The setting gives you the creeps but it's not nice to judge his method of living, so you suck it in.

He hums slowly, stealing glances between you and the old building. He looks nervous. You take his hands in yours and give him a reassuring smile. "It's not that grand, but it makes living easier. I used to live with my mom near the post office but after my grandparents died, they left this for me, among other things."

You nod your head, eager to explore. He leads you to the front porch as he takes out his keys and jams one of them in the lock. The main door opens with a creak revealing a staircase in the front, heading to the second floor and a fragment of the kitchen visible from the far-left side. In the middle stands a corridor decked with old photographs in bronze frames. You make a mental note to check them out later. There's an old mantelpiece by the end of the corridor, on top of it are beautiful showpieces and a flower pot, albeit any flowers inside.

On the far right, opposite the kitchen is the living room. All you can see is a sea-green couch, covered with a tiny comforter on it, from where you are standing. The walls are covered with different shades of green wallpaper flowing in vertical lines, some of them chipping off from the top and bottom. 

Jungkook leaves you to explore by yourself as he goes back outside to take care of something. There's a sense of murkiness in the house, perhaps from its old bones, it has been sporting for years, entertaining generations of lives, storing memories over memories.

Something like a moving shadow of a person catches your attention in the line of your vision, making you jump. The floorboard creaks under your hasty steps. You turn around and find that Jungkook is missing. He pokes his head out from the kitchen making you gasp yet again. You realise that the shadow belonged to him earlier.

"Mi casa su casa," he beams, wiping his wet hands on the apron he has on, leaving dark splotches on it. When did he wear it? You were so lost in examining his house, you completely lost track of him. "Wait, did I scare you?" he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sorry, I'm just very excited to cook dinner for you."

You enter the kitchen, taking a seat on a stool and resting your hands on the tiny countertop. The kitchen looks just as old, carrying an array of iron cookware hanging above the counter. Jungkook takes out vegetables from the fridge and starts chopping them as you make small conversations. You get to know that this house has been passed down for more than three generations and that it needs remodelling. He said he's thinking of getting it done this year. And that his mother has been in the hospital for years, leaving the house all to yourself.

He had cooked the tastiest Bibimbap you've ever had along with a huge batch of Korean Dumplings, making you burp loudly after you take the last bite. You quickly cover your mouth and stare down at your feet, feeling embarrassed. It makes Jungkook chuckle as he puts his hand over yours, pulling it and kissing the back of your palm. "You're so cute."

He kisses you again, now near the edge of your wrist followed by an inch farther. He traces his lips on your skin till he reachesyour elbow and looks up at you, licking his pouty lips suggestively. You gulp hard and stare at him. His pupils have dilated and it is more than enough to tell you what he wants to do to you. You smile and peck his lips, "We have to clean the dishes first."

"That can be done later."

"Or now?"

He groans and gets up to gather the dishes. You help him clean, wiping the wet plates with a dry towel. He flicks his fingers in your direction with a pout once he is done cleaning, sprinkling water on your face. "Jungkook!"

You nudge him aside, taking his place in front of the sink and gathering water in your hands. You spray it on him, most of the water already seeping between your fingers and onto your arms. "You naughty girl!"

"You started it!" you clap back defensively, grinning ear to ear. He charges towards you with a glass of water and you quickly sprint in the opposite direction, behind the rectangular countertop. "I only ended it."

"Oh, it's so not over," he says in a bone-chilling tone. He comes to a halt making you stop too as you await his next move. He smirks at you, tilting the glass of water left and right. "I'm gonna get you, baby."

"Oh yeah? Come and get me, baby," you challenge him. He becomes completely still and before you can decipher his intentions, he starts running so fast it makes you shriek. You close your eyes and brace yourself when you feel a big hand gripping your shoulder, making it difficult for you to move. You feel a splash of cold water on your face and your dress, drowning you.

Droplets of water dribble down from your neck to your collarbones. Before it can slide under your dress and between your cleavage, you feel something wet wipe the top of your breasts right above your dress's neckline. Slowly, you open your eyes and catch the sight of his tongue cascading down on your skin, replacing any trace of water with his saliva. It makes your heart skip a beat, and your body shudders. Sensing the change, he looks up and smiles, his face looking far from innocent.

You take a deep breath and dive into his lips. 

Tonight is about to get intense.

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A/N : This fic is nearing its end, there will be a few more chapters, around 4-5 and then the end.