Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 64

I'm sitting on the bed, spacing out. I recall Taehyung's eyes in the back of my head.

I see an inner child inside his soul. He's lonely. I knew he had been so lonely all the time.

But at least it's the end for him, right?

Shit, it isn't convincing.

I really don't want him to die. He really didn't deserve that.

My eyes well up with tears, which I quickly wipe away.

I don't want to cry again. I'm tired.

I flinch when I hear the bathroom door open.

It's Jungkook, and he's dressed in his bathrobe.

He's looking at me.

I shoot him a glare before rolling my eyes away from him.

He takes a few steps towards me. "Don't you want to take a shower?" he asks.

"Later," I say without looking at him.

"Why not now?" he asks.

"Because I want to do it later," I state unequivocally.

"Okay. I don't mind, babe," he says, then he slumps into the bed.

Suddenly, he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him.

I'm so shocked that my eyes widen just looking at him.

"Untie my bath robe," he says.

I frown, "What?"

"Didn't I tell you I want you to suck my dick today? Why do you look so shocked?"

"Are you crazy? I don't want to!" I say and scoot myself away from him, but he quickly holds my arm, making me stay.

I turn my head toward him with angry eyes.

"You wanted me to tell you about Taehyung, and I did. Now, return me the favor. I said I wanted my dick sucked today, so do it," he says with a serious tone.

"That's never the deal. You didn't say that was a deal" I say.

"But I think it is."

"Then it's your problem."

In disbelief, his cornered lip curls. And then he brings his face close to mine. "Or do you prefer a little foreplay first?" he asks.

I frown.

"I see you like teasing me, huh," he says, leaning in until my back almost touches the bed.

In a blink of an eye, he seals his lips on mine, kissing me aggressively.

I turn my head away from him, breaking the kiss. "Stop!"

He holds my chin and turns my head to him, he continues kissing me.

It's hard to struggle, so I surrender myself under his kiss.

After a couple of minutes, he breaks the kiss and stares at my face closely.

I only breathe and am quiet.

He gets up into a sitting position, then he holds my wrist and pulls me slightly. "Come on, give me a blow job. Just for a few minutes," he says.

I don't respond.

"Don't make me ask you many times. I don't like it. And don't you want to please me because of the contract? It's no longer long, you better be wise," he says.

I press my lips together. He is such a dickhead.

"Come on," he pulls my wrist once more.

I get up, and he leads me to lay my head on his lap.