The View// JeongChan FF

24. Chris Talks

I sat up and rubbed the enraged sores on my wrist that the tight ropes had created. They had cut into my wrist as I fought to free myself from them. I began slowly peeling the wax from myself, revealing the angry red skin beneath. I had never tried using wax before, but I had enjoyed it.

"Here." Jeongin knelt in front of me and began carefully helping me peel the red substance from my body. I sighed and leaned back allowing his delicate fingers to work on me as I thought about what had just happened, and what it would mean for us.

"Thanks." I mumbled as he finished. I rubbed my face and stared down at him as he began rolling the wax into one big ball. I wasn't sure how I hadn't broken my bed with the amount of force I had used to try and break out of those ropes.

He cleaned me up and made sure to clean and open cuts carefully as he went. My body was aching and stinging, but in the best possible ways. He sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap. His arms were comforting and I laid my head against his chest as he cradled me and pressed kisses to my head.

"Are you ok?" He asked sweetly as he pressed his lips to my forehead and gently once more and rubbed my arm soothingly.

"I'm good." I stated quietly. I had so many things I wanted to say, but my brain wasn't cooperating. Whenever I was in front of him I felt like the smallest person. I chewed at the dead skin on my lips and ran my tongue over the teeth marks he had left behind inside my mouth.

"You're not hurt are you?"

"Yes. But not physically." I mumbled. This was my chance to tell him how I felt.

"What do you mean Channie?" He asked as he ran his fingers over my cheek softly and wiped some sweat away.

"I told you not to. You can't just drug me whenever you feel like it so you can get what you want." I slowly removed myself from his embrace and stood up. I wanted to get dressed and go to sleep. I would deal with him accordingly.

"You enjoyed yourself though." He smirked and my eyes fell upon him looking smug and happy. It was the opposite of what I wanted.

"That doesn't mean you can just take what you want, when you want Jeongin!" I stated firmly. "Did you ever stop to think I have my own feelings and thoughts?!" He huffed and folded his arms like an angry child.

"You weren't going to agree any other way!" He snapped irritably.

"That doesn't make it OK!" I threw my hands up and allowed them to slap down by my sides. I pulled on a pair of baggy grey sweats and an oversized shirt. "I'm not your fucking toy!" I growled as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Why won't you just give into me?!" He stood and glared at me with rage filled eyes. His lips were pursed together and his fists were balled.

"Because we're bad for each other! Jeongin you just drugged  me!" I reminded him as I pushed my hair from my eyes. "That is illegal!"

"And? You were telling me things I didn't want to hear." He shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pocket with a smirk on his face. At that moment I wanted to punch him square in the face.

"That doesn't mean you get to make decisions for me." I stepped closer to him. I was ready to square up and fight if necessary.

"It wasn't just for you though. You don't understand how frustrating it is watching you prance around shirtless every fucking night. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on. How can I not want to make you mine?"

"You're a fucking brat. One of these days I'm going to take you down a peg or two." I mumbled. I couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. "I can't afford to let you find my limit Jeongin. You have to be more understanding." I stated. He slowly approached me and I reluctantly hugged him. He rested his chin on my shoulder softly and pressed his lips against my neck.

"I can't help it Channie. You drive me crazy. You're like a drug to me." He whispered sweetly. "You're an addiction I have no desire to kick."

"Let's go to bed. I can't talk about this now Jeongin. It's too much." My head was spinning and I could feel my own rage building up. I had gotten good at surpressing it beneath layers of false niceness. I couldn't afford to let it out. I had too much going for me. I crawled into the bed next to him and allowed him to spoon me. I sighed loudly and closed my eyes. I needed sleep.

"Channie, I-I'm sorry. I don't want you to be mad at me." He whispered. I sighed and rubbed my face. He clearly wasn't going to let this go.

"I'm not mad Innie. I'm disappointed. You know I love you, but you can't just do whatever you want to me I-" I stopped. I realised what I had just said. I hadn't even meant to say it, but it was the true extent of my feelings. It was dawning on me just how much this little fox had me in his grasp.

"I love you too." The words made my heart leap into my throat and I carefully rolled over. His smile was firmly plastered across his face and I was wondering if somehow, this would change him. Maybe he needed love. Maybe he needed someone who could challenge him.

"I..." His lips pressed to mine in the most gentle way, and I pulled his body closer to mine, as I deepened the kiss and held him tightly.

"I'll try and be more respectful of you Channie. I don't want to lose you, or hurt you. I-Im gonna start going to therapy again. If I have to get better to be with you, then I will." He whispered. A lump formed deep in my throat and I swallowed hard. He was the cutest little ball of fucked up I had ever encountered.

"I'm sorry Innie. I just want us both to be happy. I know I shouldn't be pushing you away. I just don't want us ruining our lives." I murmured. His hand gently brushed over my face and he kissed me again.

"Don't apologise for anything. This was my fault. You're perfect, and I need to do right by you." My heart fluttered and I hid my blushing cheeks from his view. How could he go from psycho to sweet so quickly?

"Also, I'm not your little baby. I'm older than you, you cheeky little brat." I mumbled. He chuckled and pressed his lips against my head again. I loved being the centre of his affection. It always made me feel like the most special person in the world. Gaining the affection of a psychopath wasn't as easy as people thought. Gaining their attention was easy. Their affection was hard to earn.

"You'll always be my little Channie. I don't care how old you are." He said softly. I smiled and slid one of my legs between his, holding onto him as though my life depended on it.

"Go to sleep my little Innie. We have to sort some things out tomorrow." I murmured as exhaustion set in.

"OK, I love you Chan." He murmured before kissing me again. I snuggled closer to his warm body and pressed my nose against his neck.

"I love you too Innie. More than you know."
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NOW LET'S FUCK THIS UP.

I think Jeongin is gonna push Chan too far 👀👀👀

Let's see what happens.

Thank you so much for reading.

Ilysm! 💜