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Obsession

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Layla: I don't care maa. i will surely kill that bitch

JUNGKOOK: what did you said?

" shhit shitttt. "

" I asked something!! didn't I?" for a hot second Layla was quite when her mom calmly said" She-she-...... she is talking about the girl in our village. sir . its nothing."

"didn't I ask her?"-------" s-sirr I was fracking out cau-cause--". " sorry sir that won't be happened again *bent down* "

Jungkook hummed and went to the kitchen and then went to his bedroom.

"Layla. It's the very last time I'm saving your ass. From now on don't even expect anything from me. I will forget that you are my daughter. Cause no one wants to die in his hands." Layla was afraid because of what happened. She really was about to die by Jungkook, if he had heard her full conversation ."Damn.. it's going to be tough than I thought."

TIME SKIP:

YN POV:

we were watching a movie and I got a phone call from an unknown number. i look besides to saw junkook was already sleeping in my shoulder. who is calling me at this time?looking at the clock I picked up the call,

"hello?.....hello? ........ is someone here? It's probably a prank call---

*on the phone*
yn?--
yeahh? hello ? who is there? "
" yn-- I miss you yn, *crying* I miss yo-"

I couldn't hear furder as my phone got sniched out of my hand,

"Motherfucker"

I winden my eyes him looking at me with his dark eyes eating me up. his hand made his way to my lips and rubbing it while talking to the person on the phone,

" yn-- hww, who are you??? where is yn-"

"one more fuking time you clam her name' I swear i ain't trusting my self with your life."

saying that he cut that phone call. 

" what was that jungkook?" He throw away the phone and pulled my leg which made me lay my head on the bed without even realizing he was on top of me. His eyes dropped, almost unwillingly, to coast the length of my bare legs, from the frayed hem of my shorts to my sparkly-painted toes. His attention came back up and, like the glide of a drop of sweat down my back, it brushed over my breasts and throat before reaching my eyes.

My heart raced with an edgy beat. I didn't understand it—not him, or my reaction to him—and that made me scared---- scared of him. 

"it could have been an important call, Jungkook"

I was angry and I expressed my feeling by giving an pressure while addressing his name. he raised his brows and i pushed him a little and got up from his grip. shocked cause he moved away on his own. i walked towards the phone and bend down to pick it up. it was broke. I stand up looked at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. immediately turn around to looked at the person inches away from me looking deep inside me. He was burning, "--jung- haa--"

he caught my wrist, spun me around, and slammed my back against the door. It rattled under the contact, and a breath of air escaped me.I tried to fight him off, to twist out of his hold, but, calmly, he held my wrists in a vise grip against my chest and I couldn't escape. The struggle was fruitless, and eventually, I went still, my heavy breaths filling the room. And because I could do nothing else, I growled, "I hate you."