𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝟏𝟖+[ᴋᴛʜ ꜰꜰ]

𝐗𝐕|𝐘𝐍|

❛Every word has consequences

Every silence too❜

Wild, ocean pools shimmer like silver beads. The sheer mischief veered in them as his gaze wandered around her breathtaking, lavish frame which was smuggling beneath the soft silky sheets. A toxic smirk inched across his cherry red lips by the thought of her reaction, caught himself gawking at her malicious features. Today he wore his heavy boots that were slapping on the floor, evoking a thud sound with his every step to annoy the sleeping beauty but she was too mesmerism to notice the Devil was busy hunching her charisma infatuationly.

Oh, Lory.

Jungkook whispered, her name whirled in the bare tip of his tongue but there was nothing tender and affectionate in his silk tone. He felt agitated as if her name was slicing the root of his tongue. His broad, taut figure dropped on the black couch of the main room as his blue eyes jabbed on her huge picture frame that was hung on the wall in front of him. stretching his lean arms, he let out a yawn. In the process, his muscles flex deliciously.

As usually sinful.

Jungkook hissed, he felt disgusted with his own tamed thoughts. His ravened black eyes vividly hypnotising, directly peering through her soul as if evolving his sultry desires. Her shaded red lips were luring and taunting like a drug, engulfing his heart, roaring in his veins and blood. He tugged a 'Tansies' flower beneath her pillow as he stunned on his own actions, flickering his lashes hard. A chuckle tumbled down his lips and the corner of his eyes creased when he felt the tip of his hard crotch was caressing the cloth between his legs.

Parker was awfully overpowering for him.

Her blue inked eyes blinked slowly peering through the long taming lashes as her posture shifted on the other side, snuggling more into the soft mattresses as the fragrance of sheets hit her nosetrails making her uneasy about it. She wriggled as the chilling breeze engulfing around the room whose influence he also felt. But now, Jeon Jungkook was going to slither under her skin to rip her at the point where she couldn't sew those shred pieces to heal herself.

She sat up abruptly, swinging her bare legs over the edge of the bed and scrubbing a hand through her crimson messy hair, trying to shake off the sense of unease that clung to her like a second skin, taking a deep breath, trying to steady it, and glanced around the room as she found a unbearable silent in the unknown four walls. The moonlight streaming in through the window cast strange shapes on the walls, and she shivered, wishing for the comfort of the person he despised the most in some way.

Jeon.Jungkook

She also found the flower under the pillow which he had left behind, a symbol of hatred. The crimson looking rose had hovered over her mind like a leech in pure agonizing towards the giver as she crushed that thing between her fists in pure rage. She also found some clothes which he have arranged or rather some other thought was mingled in her mind that it might belong to those girls he fuck as she scoffed dryly at the thought. She has been here for the last two days but he didn't choose to stay, he rather choose leaving her here all alone as she didn't remember much but the agony in her body from the injuries she had sustained two days ago made her even more vulnerable as she tried to breathe deeply to calm her racing heart, just by the thought of that night and the cold air only made her feel more exposed as she stood up and glanced around the room, searching for an escape route.