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To many, I am a myth.
The 'Kiss of Death', a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy.
The per...
It's been a week, a week of playing nice and behaving. I haven't even killed a single person.
I think I'm getting withdrawals.
Jungkook is still Jungkook.
He's still an asshole and, luckily for me, it takes very little to piss him off. Without that, god knows what I'd do for entertainment locked in this damn house.
He is different though, more careful. I'm no longer the killer he hired, a disposable body. I'm the walking incubator. I joke, but I'm Jennie Ivanov and he's treating me like his baby mama.
With each passing day, my anger gets worse and it's probably not helped by the hormones. And as the weeks pass, I will get bigger and bigger, less mobile. I have to be in a safe place for the last two months of this pregnancy because at that point, I can't run.
It needs to be now.
He's relaxed around me.
Maybe he believes I won't try anything. I stand in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me as I stare at my foggy reflection in the mirror. I finally managed to get the purple dye out of my hair, although I'll probably have to dye it again when I leave.
I watch as Jungkook steps into the bathroom and moves behind me. One hand wraps around my middle, resting over the bump. He's getting bolder, more obvious in his intentions.
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His outfit ^
I shift away from him and turn to face him.
"I have to go to a meeting in the city today." He says, a small frown line marring his otherwise flawless face. His dark hair is messy, yet somehow styled. He tilts his face down to me.
I furrow my eyebrows. "Uh, okay. I'm not your wife, Jungkook. You don't have to tell me where you're going."
His lips pull up at one side. "I specifically remember a perfectly good jacket suffering a kitchen knife because I went to a meeting and left you in the apartment."
"That was different."
"The female mind is a wonder." His eyes narrow. "Tell me, how so?"
"Well for one, I wasn't like Moby Dick." I point at my stomach and he laughs. "See, if I were your wife, you'd be too scared of me to laugh."
"Oh, I'm scared of you, jugeum."
I fold my arms over my chest and he smiles, reaching up and brushing his finger over my bottom lip. "But if you need me to do the romance thing.." He trails, leaning in close and skims his lips over my neck. My body ignites and I squeeze my legs together.
"I want to fuck you so hard." His words make me want to shred that shirt of his, but instead I snort and roll my eyes. Distance. I need distance from him.
