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Jungkook
Probably for the first time after I met Liliana, she’s sleeping like an innocent kid. She doesn’t look like a dead corpse right now, she looks so exhausted, so ethereal, so vulnerable and breakable. She’s sleeping. Peacefully with her mouth slightly wide open. Her cheek is tightly plastered with my chest as he’s making my chest as her pillow and hugging me like a small kid hugs their teddy bears, just like my daughter.
I begin to stroke her scalp gently while she’s sleeping so peacefully that it burns my chest somehow thinking about her. This delicate, soft woman who has me in her grip without even putting any effort. She has me whipped around her. Jealously bubbles up inside my chest, I want to kill all of the fuckers that had tried to ever made her feel low.
And that stalker. I already talked to Nmajoon and he had assured me that he would track him down no matter what. That’s not the case, the case is, Liliana has been continuously hiding this fact from everyone and something had insisted on her, resisted her from sharing with anyone and this woman is so fucking stubborn.
She would break but she would never let anyone understand.
Last night was hectic for me. Dealing with the media, pouring tons of money just to keep their mouth shut as they already witnessed me with Liliana and they had already figured out that there’s something between us as I never go out publicly with any woman. Yet, I chose the woman who hates me as much as I hate her.
The woman who drives me fucking insane, so fucking insane that it irks my skin often. This was not supposed to happen, yet it happened. I can’t focus on anything but her. I want to peel off her layer. Each and every layer of her. I want to see the raw, vulnerable her. I want to learn everything about her.
She’s hiding so many things from me and I’m well aware of it. And if she thinks that I wouldn’t be able to find anything then she’s wrong. She doesn’t have any idea about what I can do for her. She doesn’t know that. Yet.
Everything that happened last night is still playing in my head like a DVD player and I can’t remove them. The boldness, the glares, the confidence of her. I’m so fucking obsessed that I need more of her. She raises the hunger inside me, she awakens the beast inside me. And only she has that ability to tame me down.
This obsession will be the death of me. I call her obsession which means—she will be the death of me one day. My eyesight catches the freckles around her nose which I consider the weakest thing of mine and I’m jealous of every single person who watches her freckles, her smile, her pretty face, who hear her whispery voice and I feel like cage her with me forever where I’ll be the only one who gets to see her all day.
