Still With You || JIKOOK ||

∆ Uncalled Guilty ∆

“ They said he doesn't care ,
he doesn't feel...
little did they know
he does care... more than anyone.”

Third Person's POV

A puff of poisonous smoke left his mouth, his lips parting a little. His steadfast gaze was fixated on the big and very beautiful glass chandelier on the ceiling. His head was resting on the dark maroon leather couch , his left hand spread over the headrest and his fingers holding the burning cigar between them.

While his right hand was busy playing unmindfully with the black silk scarf with threaded diamonds around the lady's neck who's head was resting on his lap , laying on the couch beside where he sat, her dark mahogany coloured expensive thigh slit dress’ flair part falling down from the couch with her legs visible , the platinum and diamond studded anklet shinning on her right ankle .

She watched the man's hand tug and play with her scarf in silence, her eyes also unmindfully following his gothic platinum rings, his silver Patek Philippe watch and the beautiful tattoo over his back of the palm.

" You're restless baby..." The lady finally uttered, keeping her voice as low and timid as possible . She didn't have the courage nor the power to raise her voice over him or even the same tone of him.

The man didn't reply, his gorgeous face had nothing but sleeping destructive anger and irritation. His grip over the scarf got a little tighter and she thought it was out of the turmoil that was going on inside him.

" Baby...you shouldn't go ... sorry... I mean...you... I'm sorry...but...you don't have to go to South Korea you know..." The lady said nonetheless cause even if her brain knew she should not say this to this man ...her heart didn't listen.

She knew she was just a nobody to him, a thing to play and fuck , whenever he wanted but it was her unfortunate mistake that she loved him. He became the only one to her while she was just one in many to him.

She was smart enough to know that she shouldn't care about him but she did...and that's why she couldn't stop her words, risking the upcoming consequences .

Her heart shivered when she heard his dark chuckle and he finally looked down at her with the same ominous smirk .

" Is that what you want mio caro ? "
He asked, his voice felt like a cold chill mixed with a psychopathetic tone which was his true natural tone and that he can fake with a sweet and precious one so easily when needed.

Yet she tried to nod and he raised his pierced eyebrow up at her.

" And why is that ? " He asked, his grip tightened on the scarf and she might have felt a little hard tug on it which was making her neck hurt.

" Y-you d-do-don't have to go to korea to ki-kill Ma-master , you can j-just- " she was trying to say those words properly cause the scarf was getting tighter each second but she also didn't realise that she has uttered a word that he despised with each cells of his body.

" Enlighten me more Anna dear ! Why don't you want me to go and kill your fucking Jimin oh sorry, MASTER YOU SAY ! " This was enough for her to know that she has wished a death.

" I-sorry- uhm -ah no... I mean I no please - y-you will g-get ahh-ahh hurt"
She still tried to speak as he was pulling her up with the grip over her scarf.

" Do I really look like I care ? " He asked with the same sinister chuckle as tears ran down her face.

" Y-you c-ah can Just k-kill him again l-lah like you did be-before ! Leh-leht him come b-back- th-then pl-plahn and ex-execute- pl-play s-safe like you always d-did . H-ahhe loves ahh you- " she said and the scarf grip around her loosened a little and she was now panting for breathe.