Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

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Jungkook

The second I get in the car with her, I can feel her unease. She sits with her back ramrod straight and her fingers lingering over the knife holstered at her thigh.

"Why?" She asks.

Flashing her a brief glance as I rest my forearms against the steering wheel. "You'll have to be more specific."

"Why are you insisting that I stay with you?" She seems agitated by the idea.

I lean back in my seat and stare straight out the windshield at the darkness that lingers outside. "I have my reasons."

"Well, sharing is caring."

My lips twitch as I fight a smile. I look at her again and find her staring at me, her gaze intense. "I know enough about you to know that you're very capable with some extremely powerful contacts. Right now, we've entered into something that mutually benefits us. I get what I want and you get what you want."

"Yes, and I agreed to the exchange of services, did I not?" She raises an eyebrow and I have to laugh.

"Come now, Jennie, don't tell me that you'd look for a way out of it the second you got a chance."

She says nothing.

"You might pay Taehyung a visit, or try and find your sister yourself, not that you'd get far, but still." I say.

"I fail to see vour point."

Reaching out, I trail a finger down her cheek, knowing full well that it makes her uncomfortable.

I've never had women complain about my touch, never met a woman that didn't beg me for it. They all want a taste of a bad boy, a walk on the wild side. If only they knew exactly what they were climbing into bed with.

Jennie's different. She's no normal woman, and she definitely doesn't see me as the fuckable bad boy. She sees me for exactly what I am and doesn't even blink.

Her skin is like satin beneath my fingertip as I trace a line to the corner of her lip, before gripping her jaw. "You stay with me, then you can't run around plotting my death in your spare time."

A slow smile pulls at her lips, even as her eyes flash with something dangerous. "You really think you can hope to hold me against my will?"

I smirk back at her. "Oh, it won't be against your will because the second you get away from me, I will give Nicholai the information I have on Soojin."

Her breath hitches ever so slightly, her pulse throbbing erratically beneath my fingers on her neck. I allow a full-blown grin to make its way across my features.

"And for all of your bravado, I don't think you want that, do you, jugeum?" I say.

I have her, hook, line and sinker.

She's got nowhere to run but straight to me. I will become her savor and her nightmare.

I'll be whatever the fuck she needs me to be if she plays the role I need her for.

Her facial expression relaxes back into one of passive indifference and outright attitude. "Okay."

"Okay?"

She pulls her face away from my grasp. "I asked for the why. You gave it. I can appreciate a shrewd manipulator, Jeon."

Oh, we're on a surname basis now.

I snort as I press the start button and the car purrs to life.

"Of course, if you want me to do my job, then I'll need my gear. Not to mention clothes. We need to make a stop." She says.