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Jungkook
“Jungkook—” She whispers, her eyes staring into mine and I'm on the verge of losing my control over me. Fuck, since when I become so reckless? This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. I want her, so fucking much. Don't I fucking hate her? Then why the fuck would I want her? This shit is eating me alive. I can't possibly focus on anything when she the only one I'm thinking about who made me a fucking teenager who gets horny twenty-four-seven if I think about her.
Guess what? My dick is not gonna stop until I get her but I fucking can't. Yet, I killed a guy because of her, called her 'My Flower' in front of Taehyung and here I'm after she just asked me once if I can come or not, without a second thought, I'm here. For her.
“It’s hurting.” She whispers and just then I realize how tightly I was clutching her wrists. I let go of her wrists and look away. I feel her hand clutches my cheek gently and my body jerks up a bit. Jesus, if her simple touches like this turns me on this way, I have no fucking idea how would I be able to control myself anymore. “Are you alright?” She asks softly and I stare into her eyes.
This fucking things need to be stop. I should draw the line here. This is maddening and frustrating. So fucking frustrating. I need to do this. I need to step out of this.
She’s my enemy, I need to punish her, I need to focus on my plan. I can’t possibly let her take over my heart. “Yeah—” I pause and detach her hand from my cheek. Then I get up and stand on my feet. “Yeah, I’m okay—” I shove my hands inside the pockets and see her sitting on the bed. “I guess it’s you who is not okay and that’s why you called me to come here in the middle of the night.” I say calmly and see the sudden change in her facial structure.
Fuck.
What about this feeling?
I feel like someone just cracked me through my heart. Or someone just ripped me apart. What with this look, woman? You shouldn’t be staring at me like this. For fuck’s sake. This vulnerability and sadness in those siren-doe eyes is enough to make me on my knees and tell her not to stare at me this way.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbles softly and her lips are trembling slightly. She takes a deep breath and looks down while fidgeting with her sleeves. “I shouldn’t have—” She pauses and takes a deep breath. Oh, lord. Show some mercy, I can’t fucking look at her now. How small and sad she’s looking, I wish I could wipe everything, every sadness from her. Then again, she’s hurt. Clearly, because I just told her something that she doesn’t deserve.
It’s just to make her stay away from me.
But the actual question is—would I be able to say away from her? However, I need to make sure she’s safe.
“Yeah, you shouldn’t be..” I breathe out. She’s still staring down and hasn't lifted her head up. “I wouldn’t—” She takes a deep breath, “call you to come here again. It was my fault. I’m sorry for it.” She whispers and my heart clenches, my chest tightens and I don’t know this feeling. This is pretty unfamiliar.
