[ COLD || HUSBAND || JEON ]

p.t-25

Jungkook dragged you upstairs through the living area, you didn't spoke anything as you know your helplessness pleases him.

You gritted your teath, making a hard face you stopped by the stairs, but almost got tripped as he dragged you like a craze men.

You feared him, the plastic of burger was still hanging on your right hand, you gulped and tried to snatch your arm,

"what the hell is this behaviour! I said stop," You shouted, now devastated, as he has turned directions from your room to his.

You've never been inside his room, and you never wish to,

As he opens the door you tried to grab the door and stop, but failed.

A sound of numbness escaped your lips as you entered in your worst nightmare, you can barely recognise the furniture at how dark the room is.

It feels like, light has never approached his room, windows were closed, even curtains too. There's no source of light, basements are better place than this, his room is a set of punishment.

You shrieked in horror as you felt your body bounce in a feathery soft mattress.

He freaking throw you on his bed.

"You really have no shame do you? Showing up in public dressed like that"

He gazed at your ass, "trying to be an eye candy"

You quickly stood up from the bed and ran for the door, unfortunately it's not that easy.

He rolled his eyes as he grabbed you by your waist and throw you on the matress, exactly the way he actually throws his accessories on the bed.

Your tshirt raised up to your thighs pulling the men's attention to it.

Before he could lean in and do stuff that he would never regret you quickly pulled it down and sat up.

"W-whats wrong with you" you managed your voice gulping down.

He crossed his arms flexing his muscles, "wheres the pant?" He commanded, staring straight at your thighs.

You squinted at his intimidate posture, you didnt wanted to open your mouth "my pants are not your business you fucke-" you covered your mouth with your hands,

No no no , you don't want another breakdown. You're in his room, he's throwing you here and there like you weights nothing, there won't be anyone to stop him, Awareness of the situation you are into has your words chokin inside.

He already looks mad and you don't want trouble. It's better to shut the fuck up and exit.

He gritted his teeth, somehow your words managed to anger him. "If you don't know yet," your eyes widened as he leaned down placing both of his hands on your sides of the bed, you could feel his cologne, fucking addicting "your pants are my fucking business" he gritted out.

You freaked out at his close proximity, you feared him at the same time mad, "who the fuck do you think you are, don't you get sick of playing with us?"

He only stared at your eyes, there's something is his eyes, that always seeks comfort, they wants to tell you something, but he stops its emotion. You stared at his eyes that changed its expression and shone with anger

all of a sudden you were pulled down on the bed, you gasped, your head touched the soft mattress.

Before you could figure out whats going on you felt him hover over you.

He kicked your legs open and placed his weight on you.

The moment you gained you sense your hands quickly went for protest "what the-" he grabbed both of your wrist and placed them behind your back, making your mounds to push up more.