Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

12

Jennie

I feel the warm chest beneath my cheek and listen to the strong, rhythmic heartbeat pounding like a steady drumbeat.

Safety, familiarity, warmth...things I crave. Things I will never again have other than here, in my dreams.

The weight shifts beneath me and my semi dreamlike state starts to shatter. I don't want it to. Desperately, I try to cling to it, but the morning always comes eventually.

"Alex?" I mumble, wrapping my arm more tightly around him.

"Guess again."

I jolt awake and the second I realise there's a body in the bed with me, I'm on the defensive. Reaching under my pillow, I grab my knife, before throwing myself on top of the hard body beside me and shoving the knife against his throat.

Jungkook doesn't even open his eyes but a wide grin works over his lips as I run the blade along his jawline.

He slept in my fucking bed.

Anger has never been a problem for me. Emotions are simply a forced response born of attempting to appear normal to the outside world. But ever since he brought up Soojin, I've been out of control. I feel too much. I would say it's just her, but I don't think it is. He has the ability to irritate me where no one else ever has. He brings things out in me that I didn't even think existed. I feel like a ball of thread and Jungkook is just pulling and pulling, unravelling me. And eventually, all that will be left is a tangled mess, impossible to put back together again.

In a way he scares me, and I long for my cold indifference, my dark hole where nothing and no one can possibly touch me.

His eyes flash open, ensnaring me instantly. "Careful, jugeum."

"Or what?" I snarl.

His hands grip my hips and his body rolls beneath me, pressing his hard dick right into the apex of my thighs. Warmth unfurls low in my stomach, and I frown. One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck and he wrenches me forward until we're face-to-face, the knife is still pressed against his throat.

His grip is firm and unrelenting, and as he stares at me in the darkness, my heart pounds in my chest. I close my eyes for asecond, listening to that rhythmic pulse hammering in my ears.

Life.

Electricity.

"Look at me." He demands.

Snapping my eyes open, I meet that dark gaze of his, normally so calculating.

Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he squeezes hard and forces my hand away from him, until the knife leaves his throat. His eyes drop to my mouth, and I swallow. It's like he's vacuuming all the air from the room with just a look. My mind flashes to that kiss yesterday. I only wanted to render him weak, but the brutal brush of his tongue, the way he takes without apology...I've never felt so out of control, and I've never wanted that lack of control so much.

His thumb brushes over the side of my neck just as I feel the sharp scratch of the blade over my collar bone. He gaze narrows and perhaps I should feel threatened but I don't.

Everything slows and I smile as I stop thinking, and just feel. I listen to the pounding rhythm of my heart, feel the frantic rush of adrenaline and desire swirling and mixing into something so potent, it cripples me. My entire being focuses on the exact point where his hot skin presses against the insides of my thighs, where the blade ominously lingers, threatening.

His free hand glides over my thigh and I grit my teeth. We remain like that for a beat and I tell myself to pull away, but I can't. I find myself wanting to walk this line with him.