𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ᴋ.ɴ.ᴊ)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭)

Days after days went by, but...

That fucking psychopath vanished.

Jia couldn't understand.

Her parents, Hoseok and Namjoon thought that on the one hand it was a good thing: he was not harassing her.

However, Jia disagreed.

What the heck were they thinking?

A good thing? A murderer on the loose was a good thing?! Her friends' murderer?!

And there it was again. That lingering thought.

Fault.

He would call her. He wanted something from her. And the others got in the way.

It was her fault.

Their only way out of this situation was no longer there.

A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and a chin rested on her shoulder.

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

She continued to cut the vegetables on the cutting board on the kitchen island.

"I know that face. Stop blaming yourself."

Namjoon's voice was so gentle...

It made her cry.

"Hey, hey..." he grabbed her hands, putting the knife down, and made her turn around to look at him. "You are not the one to blame. You are innocent. Karma will find him and punish him. Believe me. Mmh?"

"I... I can't help it," she blinked, "My mind is... completely..." Ji couldn't finish what she wanted to say, and sniffed.

He kissed her and hugged her, "Believe me. He will find his end soon."

After a while, they pulled away and Jia wiped her tears away with her hands.

Namjoon smiled, "Better?"

"You always make me feel better."

He blushed, chewing on his lip and Jia giggled, beginning to kiss him breathless.

Namjoon's heart exploded, fingers bruising her hips. He nipped at her lip, causing her to gasp.

He started walking forward, leading her to move her feet backward while undressing themselves of their sweaters and his hands unbuckling her bra.

Her back made contact with the wall, her fingers in his hair pulling lightly, making him grunt in delight.

Holding his chin firmly as her tongue met his and his hand palming one of her breast, causing her lover to let out a moan, they got rid of the last pieces of clothing that stood in the way of their carnal union.

He lifted her by her thighs, her legs now around his waist. And he inserted his length inside of her, moaning along with the rough contact.

He grabbed her buttcheeks, beginning to slam into her, bouncing her up and down with his thrusts. He was hitting all the areas in her that had her arching up into him, it had her clawing at his back as she cried out for him.

He pressed his forehead against hers, both of their breathing labored from the lust filling the air.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you little charmer."

She looked up into his eyes, biting her lip and giggling at his words. He moved his arms to wrap around your waist, still thrusting into you with fervor.

"Just for you, daddy."

His eyes darkened at that seductive and provocative tone of voice and brought him to slam more into her in a roughly manner, keeping a steady pace.

She whimpered, closing her eyes and clawing at his shoulders. Namjoon smirked.

Both of them were seeing stars.

They were so close.

"I can't anymore..." he whispered, his hips stuttering erratically.

Their air almost cut off in their throat before throwing them into another amazing orgasm.

As she tightened around him, he spilled into her, letting her go slowly and sliding down to the floor to catch their breath.

He kissed her as they both came down from their highs.

Jia giggled, getting up after steadying herself and going to the frigde to quench her thirst.

But Namjoon preceded her and opened the refrigerator door, pulling out a the watter bottle and stretching his hand toward her.

She blinked and took it, thanking him. He smiled and closed the fridge door, before going into the bathroom.

Jia looked at his back and stood still.

That was the second time it happened. He was so fast.

Why would he do that?

She shrugged it off.

But it still occurred.

Again and again.

And with that she really understood that he was hiding something.