Mine To Love And To Devour |VKOOK|

CHAPTER 5

Jungkook stumbled backwards as his head was about the hit the glass door hardly when two strong bulky arms got wrapped around his tiny waist and pulled him up instantly before he could fell.

Everything was so fast for him that he didn't get time to process. When he felt himself in strong arms he threw or more likely his hands flew on the broad muscular shoulders, wrapping his arms around it tightly in fear.

He blinked his pretty doe eyes few times to get rid of the moist formed there. He look up when he vision got clear.

He froze at the spot when his eyes meet the dark black orbs which were looking directly at his soul. panicked rushed through his body when he realized it was the same male he meet week ago on that shitty club where people can randomly fire.

He realized that it was the same man who prevented him from falling. He just remembered his eyes which were somehow scarier then a ghost. So deep yet mysterious.

Today too his face was covered with mask. Just eyes were visible. His perfectly set dark brown colour looks were falling on his forehead due to the force and covering his one of the eyes brows yet his other sharp eye-brow was fully visible.

He gulped, trying to back away from the man but the firm grip on his waist got tightened immideately at his sudden moment.

He doesn't have much power to push the man away again. He took a shaky breath trying again to stand up on his feets but again he just tried but nothing worked and he finally decided to use his vocal cords to tell the man to let him go.

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Have you ever felt the need when something pleases your eyes and after that you need that feeling again?

You need to feel it again when your eyes landed on particular thing which catched your attention faster than the light get on when we switch on the button?

It's crazy when you feel the desperation for something which you never saw in your life more then ones or twice.

It's like your favourite thing which you love the most and need everyday is running out of your hand and the desperation, the forlorn feeling that run in your every cell to get that thing back.

Like a desperate struggle you feel when you're jobless and hopeless completely.

Your family pressuring on you to get a job rather then being useless all the time. Your friends at your age in on a great post where you are here- spending your time in doing shits.

The need- the fucking drear you feel to get a job to prove yourself too. To prove you're not useless pathetic shit, the desperation you feel for fucking a job.

That's what Kim Taehyung is feeling right now.

Ever since he saw the the pretty boy in that club he felt desperate to see him again. He felt desperate to have him in his arms again, to feel him again.

To hear his sweet, honey like voice again that made his stress vanished in air in seconds. To look at those doe eyes of the boy which held galaxies in them.

Even though it's been a weak he saw him last time but still the picture of him was clear in his mind.

His beautiful doe eyes with long lashes, small pink nose, his rad glossy cherry lips and his moles. His soft looking hairs- he remembered every fucking thing and every detail clearly.

It scares him that how can someone effect him this much. No one, practically no one catches his eyes. He never felt attraction for someone in his life. He never fucking believe in love at the first place.