DRABBLE #1

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And it feels great, until you feel it. Calloused hands tenderly touching your face, it makes you gasp. And if it wasn't for the hands that were previously caressing your face, you probably would've fell off the chair. Those hands that feel scorching hot on your waist, confining you side by side.

It's terrifying the visceral reaction your body has when you feel him, when you see him. The exposed toned chest, the tattooed neck adorned with chains, you know him so well.

All those years and you'll never get used to it. His touch.

The muscles on his arms seem to tense when you tighten your grip on him. You were starting to shake like a leaf and all it took you was to look up at the devil. He smiles at you and you can't help but look down. That indisticve mole of his, right under his bottom lip and newly done piercing seem to greet you. He licks them, as if inviting you to get closer.

Time feels like it has stopped and your breathing shortens when he cuts the distance between you two even more. His chest touching yours. Your entire body seems to be overcomed by electricity.

"Angel eyes." He murmurs, dark big eyes pinning you down, his hands now on your hips, his thumbs going in painfully slow circular motions. You could almost feel his eyelashes grazing your cheeks. It makes you visibly gulp. "Why weren't you replying to my texts, hmm?"

He stares at you deeply, as if he's ready to pounce on you. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, you don't like it at all. When he looks at you that way, as if he's ready to devour you whole.

At the lack of your response he hums, inspecting your face while he plays with his lip ring. His big hand is now holding your face by your chin. He smiles once again, showing a perfect set of white teeth. He looks delighted.

"Why are you so quiet? won't you congratulate me?" His voice displays excitement while his thumbs trace your lips.

The rings on his finger feel cold against your skin and you wish you could get away from him.

"To be honest, I'm quiet worried about you. You look a little troubled, angel eyes. What's going on inside that little pretty head of yours? Come on, you can talk to me. After all, we're like family now."

Your jaw clenches at his words and your stomach churns in disgust. God, you really wanna throw up.

"We-We're not family. You will never-

His thumb on your lips silences you completely. His breath now tickling your right cheek makes you itch all over. You feel his mouth close to your ear.

"And thank fucking god for that. It would be terrible if you were. Don't you think so, angel eyes? cant go around wanting to fuck a family member. " he says lowly and then his tongue travels from your neck all the way up to your lobe, leaving a wet trail and you can't help let out a yelp, immediately pushing him away with all the strength you could muster.

Jungkook's eyes widen comically and so does his eyebrows. He lets out a hearty laugh.

"You never fail to make me laugh. You're so fucking adorable, angel eyes, i wish i could i keep you next to me all times."

"You're sick." You spit.