DRABBLE #1

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"Shut. up."

He holds a finger to his chin, as if he's actually thinking about it.

"I can find a few ways to do so but I would need your help." He says tauntingly. The ends of his mouth twitching slightly. "Ever heard of face-sitting, angel eyes?"

And before you know it you lunge at him, your fist colliding with his chest. And you feel pathetic instantly . Your small moment of bravery dying as soon as you touch him. Jungkook is so much stronger than you. Any attempt of physical harm from you feels like a faint tickle to him.

A laugh bubbles out of his chest. It makes your ears ring, because it sounds so real, as if it's coming from a child. But wasn't that really Jungkook? A child in a man's body.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine.

What he wants, he gets. Always throwing a fit when things didn't go his way, punching things, smashing things, killing things. Your mother talked about brats but she has never met one like Jungkook.

The vibrations coming out of his chest while he still laughs at you made you realize this: he was truly enjoying this. You will always be his source of laughter, something he could toy with, make fun of, pick at it and then later on ridicule.

He hugs you, after he pins your arms down, his chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him inhaling the scent of your hair.

"My sweet angel, this is just the beginning for us. For all of us." You don't know when you start crying, maybe when he snuggles into you even more, when you realize this is your reality now. There's no way to escape. maybe there never was. You're trashing against him, but he holds you tightly.

He will never let you go.