The Bet | Jungkook

A ᴛɪᴍᴇ Hᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟs Hᴇʀ

Yuna's P.O.V
"Jungkook..." I whisper, and he pushes the door wide enough to let himself in, and I turn around and I sigh.

"Go home, it's late." I tell him.

"No." He says firmly, and I sigh.

"I just got out the shower, I'm ready for bed." I tell him, as I hold onto my robe more tightly. He only rolls his eyes as he ran his hand through my wet curls.

"I'm not ready Jungkook." I say, keeping my composure.

"That baby was the reason we ended." He says, and I frown.

"Jungkook, please." I whisper, and he grabs both my shoulders softly and looks me into my eyes.

"You and I both know...this isn't healthy." I softly say, as the tears start to fall down my face.

"Don't say that." He says, firmly.

"Don't fucking tell me that our story is over." He whispers, and I cry even more.

"What are we supposed to do?" I cry.

"We are both two prideful people...we say hurtful things to each other...we do hurtful things to each other...it's a never ending cycle." I tell him, and he shakes his head.

"No." He only says.

"No?" I whisper.

"I am in love with you, I am not giving up on us." He says, and my eyes widen.

"How could you give up on us like that? Like we had nothing?" He says, and my mouth parts...but nothing comes out.

"You own me." I tell him, firmly.

"Jungkook I made you my happy place."

"I was miserable without you."

"I couldn't sleep without you."

"I wait for you."

"I cry for you."

"I dream for you."

"I take my clothes off for you."

"My whole life became you!" I shout.

"No, Yuna."

"You own me." He deadpanned.

"I can't think straight without you."

"I can't sleep properly without you."

"I belong to you."

"I'm trying for you."

"I'm still here for you."

"I exist for you."

"I love for you."

"I'm in love with you...and I had to let you go so you could find better... but no I can become better." He says, and I take a step closer towards him.

"We're playing a dangerous game." I whisper.

"We are the dangerous game." He corrects, and I instantly pull him closer towards me, and our lips meet once again.

"Make it hurt." I whispered, and he did exactly that.

He had slammed me against the wall until my back ached, bit at my neck until it bruised. He wasn't gentle in the slightest, fingers working me until I were a sobbing mess beneath him, and just when I think I was going to come off just that, he's pulling away and slapping a hand against my quivering pussy.