A smug laugh leaves Jungkooks lips, "I know that pussy inside..and out! I know when it's hungry.." suddenly thrusting 2 fingers inside you, "and I know when it's been fed!" A devilish smirk transfers onto his beautiful face.
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12 hours into your interrogation, your undeniable fury and impatience makes you weary. Fortunately you know they can only detain you for 12 hours. But fuck me! The same fucking futile questions! When will this end!
You feel yourself slip closer and closer towards insanity. Keep yourself composed and collected was a task easier said than done. The last couple of hours you've been alone with your thoughts, as they let you 'rest'.
Knock knock
Your eyes roll at what's to come. Here we go again.
"SO!" The fat cretin saunters towards you. "Have you decided to start telling the truth Miss!"
This guys self righteousness is really grinding on you now. Yawning at his presence triggers him fiercely. "All that time" you smirk, elbows leaning on the table. Your hands cupping your face. "All that time...and you haven't thought of a different question?"
He slams his loathsome fists on the desk. Unfortunately rewarding him with a slight startle from you.
"We have ways to retrieve information you know Y/N!"
You give them a look of defeat, bow your head in shame before slowly meeting his eyes again. "I'd like to see you fucking try mate!"
This obnoxious bastard. Trying to scare me!
He scoffs to himself, knowing you've called his bluff! You mean back in your chair, lifting your chin to stare at the mould infested ceiling. Which is far more easier on the eye than he is.
"So, Miss. Tell me about the last time you met Lauren? In detail THIS TIME!"
Gradually, and very reluctantly you lower your eyes to his eye line. You stare numbly into his cold empty eyes. "I've already fucking told you!" You hiss through gritted teeth.
"Well!" He cheers with an egotistical smile across his face. "Tell me, again!"
Narrowing your eyes in disgust, "like I've said 10,000 times now.. I haven't even properly met the fuckingbitch!"
Whatever tranquility you did hold, has been shattered now.
"Hmmm.." the sad excuse for a human leans across the grimy table that separates us. "Tell me Y/N.. why call her a bitch, if you've not met her"
He looks pleased with himself, as if he's just cracked the case of a century. Stroking his chin, his black teeth slither into a grin.
You can't help it. You laugh at his pathetic misinterpretation of justice.
"You're joking right?" You giggles infuriate him. "Why call her a bitch? Where the fuck do I start?!"
His grotesque face comes close to yours, you mean back keeping the distance as the stench of cigarettes and fast food overwhelm your senses and linger longer than appreciated around your nostrils.
"Start with the fucking truth Y/N!"
You sit up tall in your chair. "Okay" taking a joyful cheery voice, "Number 1. She broke into my house! 2, cut the brakes on my car which lead to my sister nearly dying! Hmm, what else?" Your voice turns dark, "oh yeah! Kidnapping my FUCKING FIANCEE!"
He sits back in his seat. Speechless momentarily which comes at a great relief.
Has he finally got it through his thick head?
"So.." he breaks his brief silence. "You had reason to want her dead then yeah?"
This...fucking..
"Jesus fucking Christ!" As you take your turn to slam fists to the desk. "You are one dumb mother fucker aren't you, aye?"
"Give us what we need Y/N, and we can return the favour!"
"What the hell could you possibly give me?" Your stare so intense on him, he's forced to look away.
He looks towards the door, "bring him in.."
You look at him confused. He doesn't say anything in response. Just smirks.
Seconds later, the door slams open and 2 men push Jungkook into the room. He's wearing a suit, he's rounding up every good lawyer, advisor. The best money can buy.
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"Babygirl!" His face appalled at the sight of you being incarcerated like a caged animal.
He runs towards you, but one of the guards arm wedges itself between us.
Fuck. I've missed him so much. You breathe in his scent, his beauty errects your spirit.
"Jungkook! Jungkook, I didn't do anything!"
"I know baby, I'll fix everything!" He gazes into your eyes, a single tear falls down your cheek. Your heart melts, in that moment you forget everything around you.
"I love you Y/N..."
You pull hard on Jungkooks tie, drawing him in closer to you. His breath hits yours before his sweet lips rekindle with yours. You kiss him hard and passionately. Time freezes, but we still feel robbed of time. Not even the guards arm could tear your lips apart. His tongue slips into your mouth, he moans softly.
Another guard comes along pulling your man away by the collar.
"I love you so much Jungkook.." was the last spoken words before he got escorted from your presence.
You sit back in your chair. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't give this arsenals the satisfaction.
A smug look covers the already narcissist manner he exudes. "Aww!" He mocks. "I see you'd do anything for your perfect Mr Jeon.." his voice callous.
"You're not worthy enough to say his FUCKING NAME!"
"Best start talking then Y/N! Otherwise it'll be JEON sitting there instead of you!"
You try to hide your shocked bambi eyes at the ghastly thought. It doesn't work. He smirks at your weakness.
