After Dark || Jikook

Chapter 08: Seduction card

"Hands off me." Grunts Jimin, feeling the other's fingers tips gently dance on his waist, and as much as he would like to ignore them, it makes him feel odd.

"Why?" The criminal raises his eyebrows, eyes holding interest, daringly moving up and down the other's torso, and it takes Jimin all his morals and consciousness to not squirm against the other. "Is it making you feel things..."

His hands run down gently, resting on his ass and Jimin completely freezes, reading the other's eyes.

"Things that are so wrong?" 

That strikes a nerve for Jimin cause he grabs the other by his throat, however they were too small to choke the other completely.

"What are you on?" He asks, trying to confirm the other's intentions.

"What do you think I'm on?" Asks Jungkook, his hands now slip away from his ass, resting on the sides so casually.

"Don't fucking play with me—"

Jimin abruptly let's out a huge gasp as the other grabs him by his collar as well, his own grip lost as his leg is hooked and before he knows he's being pushed down onto the floor, back coming in contact with the tiles harshly, he stutters a groan out.

"On you." Jungkook pins his arms down to the sides, leaning in till their faces are too close. "I'm on you, quite literally."

Jimin dare moves under the proximity.

He doesn't understand what the other is trying to do.

He shouldn't be having this intense conversation with the criminal at all.

He flings his legs up and tightly wraps his thighs around the other's waist, using all his strength to toss them completely over, now sitting on the other's torso.

"I don't know what you're trying to do but just know it's not working." Rasps Jimin, he's in the perfect position right now, so easy to grab the knife strapped to his ankle, he pulls the small blade out so swiftly even the criminal doesn't realize where it's come from.

"Oh." Mutters Jungkook, looking up with blank eyes as Jimin leans in to point the pocket-knife at the other. "Little birdy's got tricks up his sleeve, how exciting."

Jimin's eyebrows twitch as he stares at the twisted smile on the other's face that never leaves.

"You won't be fucking smiling when I—"

Jungkook sits up and attaches his lips to the other, he's kissing Jimin.

Jimin blanks out, his arm tense but fist weaken, eyes wide open as the he realizes what had happened in the matter of seconds.

First is the utter confusion, he blanks out, and the criminal takes the chance, to hold the other's wrist, leaving Jimin no choice of harming.

Second comes what any human would feel if they were to be kissed by someone so insanely hot and big, craving, craving and lust, he finds himself slowly parting his lips, allowing Jungkook to push his tongue into his mouth eagerly, nibbling on the fat flesh of his lips. He moans out lightly, arms going weak and to the side.

A teasing hot pace.

Third comes the ultimatum of all sudden kisses, realization, his eyes flutter open to remind himself of the place he's at, and who he's letting to kiss him, his jaw stiffens but Jungkook slides his hand into the nape of his neck, pulling him even deeper. Swallowing any moans of disgust from the other, teeth and tongue clashing messily.

Jimin's face feels hot and eyes feel teary, carving into the other's hold rather pliantly, he keeps reminding himself what the situation is.

Murderer, he's kissing a murderer, a criminal.