"Drive me like you drive your car. Crazily."
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In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under tha...
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Jungkook didn't answer me, he just continued to make smoke rings out of that filthy thing.
"This isn't normal, Jeon!" I mumble a bit loudly, the small crowd of Alex and his friends watching me and him like hawks.
"Define normal."
"That's it." I step forward, on my toes leaning towards him pulling out the cigar that dimly burned between his rose-tinted lips which made me stop in my tracks and just stare. Touche.
He instantly grabs my wrist, swatting it away and stepping on the cigar. Feeling overwhelmed and overpowered, my hand clashes against his cheek in disbelief. All of it happened in front of me, by me, yet I couldn't comprehend anything.
"Keep your damn pussy out of my damn face Y/n, stay away."
I knew I should've left long back, but my dumbass thought we were finally getting along together. Now enough is enough.
"Stop thirsting over my pussy. I want to make one thing clear." I pull him by his collar, thrusting him closer only to hear his throaty yelp. Jungkook's breath fanned over my face, beads of sweat studding his neck.
"My pussy isn't made to sit on men's faces and drive them crazy. It's made to sit in my car and drive the whole race..." I pause staring into his almond eyes. "Cray-cray."
My grasp loosened, and I pushed him away earning a disgusted look.
"Understood?"
He grunts and silently leaves, leaving me with snarky jerks grazing me from head to toe.
Jungkook harshly breaks away from my hold. Everything I wanted to say to him slowly disappeared. My vision blurred when all I could see was Alex and his group mocking my words with nasty snarls on their face.
Turning around with a heavy heart I ran after Jungkook, dragging myself after him, desperately searching for his heavy footsteps. Frantically running my eyes all over the place watching him take a speedy exit that left my core etching cold.
What the hell did I do...
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"Jungkook, wait!" Grabbing onto his arm I turn him around, his eyes bloodshot, confused orbs with tears collected at the lashes, frustration lining his thick brows.
"Don't ever try to get inside my head," he snarled, slamming me against the door, my back throbbing at the sudden shove that left me breathless and petrified.
He had my hands locked. My eyes locked. My legs locked. My body locked under his.
For several beats we stay like that, feeling his breath steady, his grip tightening on my wrist. My stomach drops and churns as I look away from him.
Finally, his dark brown eyes soften under that light, "It's too dark for you there." He sighed, "My thoughts are too dark for you."
It was the moments like these that had me in his trance-full eyes, the moments that I wished never ended. The moments when I would see through him.
He was wrong about himself. He wasn't filled with the thirst for revenge. He wasn't filled with dark thoughts. He wasn't filled with hate towards me.
Feeling calmness wash over, foggy words form again, a slight hope to find my voice rushing back. I cleared my throat causing him to look back up.
"Have a little faith in yourself Jeon," I say, prying his fingers off my wrist.
"If your thoughts were as dark as you say them to be then you would've never looked out for me."
"Y/n-"
"You and I both know that, Jeon." I free myself, slowly backing away with a crooked smile of pain. Felt trembling tips, finally turning my back and never looking behind.
