Let's bet (JK ff)

15.

Pov Y/n

Shocked, I smack my hand over my mouth.

WHAT?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

JUNGKOOK IS THE LEADER OF A MAFIA GANG? AND BLACKANGELS OF ALL NAMES? FUCK THEY ARE KNOWN.

TOO KNOWN.

IS HE FUCKING SERIOUS?!

HE'S A DAMN MAFIA LEADER?

YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!?

Shit, why am I always attracted to the bad guys?

AND WHY DO I JUST TAKE IT? WHY DO I STILL FEEL SO SAFE WITH HIM?!

There I am fooled directly by my own destiny.

After my first shock phase and a few minutes, I clear my throat and speak up.

"Really?"

Wow Y/n that was now but really also the most smart thing you have ever let out. Congratulations on this highly intelligent choice of words!

"Yes".

"It sounds kinda absurd now, but I'm still not afraid of you".

"You'd better be," he says, looking at me seriously.

"What, why?!"

"Because otherwise it will ruin your life. Do you really want to be afraid every day?" he speaks and I can tell from his voice how hard it is for him to say those words.

"I don't want to stay away from you".

"But you should".

"I don't care".

"Don't gamble your life away".

"I know how to play right".

With a sudden jerk, he pulls over to the side of the road. Stops just as abruptly and gets out of the car only to come to my side, rip the car door open and yank me out rudely.

I know exactly that he only does that to scare me off, so that later I run home like a little crybaby, or at least that's what I suspect.
Oh my dear, he's got the wrong one.

I know how to play.

He squeezes me uncomfortably against his car and in the next second holds a knife to my neck.

He presses the blade against my neck with the unsharp side, but he squeezes so hard I almost can't breathe.

"Are you sure?" he asks me.

I look at him anxiously.

"Do you really wa-" every day, but he gets interrupted.

From me.

With a powerful, swift movement, I drill my finger into a spot on his wrist so that he immediately releases pressure. Just as quickly I push the knife down, remove it from him and throw it away.

The fact that he was caught off guard by my action is admittedly quite an advantageous point.

In the next second I swing his arm through behind that I can control him by another pressure point on his body.

Yes my dears, I'm pretty good at that sort of thing. The various pain points that can affect your whole body have all learned about in my material arts training.

"Believe me I know goddamn well how to play baby," I grin at him even though he can't even see my face. I'm slowly mutating into a psycho.