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Jungkook
Her breath hitches, I can sense it. The way she sucks a deep breath while she digs her nails on my skin hard, makes it clear. Darting my tongue out, I nibble his lower lip, making her breathless than before. “Jungkook—” She whispers as she finally opens her eyes, stares at me with her bright hazel eyes while I'm clutching her tightly with me.
“You want me to touch you?” She asks as she clutches my cheek gently, I'm glad that I was able to wipe off the blood from my face. “But you don't look good, Jungkook. Are you—” She pauses as she places her palm over my chest, pushes me so, I keep stepping backward while staring at the woman who has been ruining everything inside me, like a tsunami, like a professional witch who's an expert on witchcraft.
And like a hopeless, blind man I'm, I'm letting it happen and the reason is unknown. This woman will be the death of mine, I swear. She makes me sit on the bed. I do what she wants without taking my eyes off of her. I'm bewitched by her beauty. No matter what she does, how she looks, how she acts, how many crimes she has done, I could never let her go.
I'm that much obsessed with this lady.
Mine.
If she wants me to kill myself, I think I'd do that too, happily, with a pure bliss. And yes, I need her to be with me. So, I'll be taking her everywhere I go. She can't escape from me. She can never. Even if I die, I'll hunt her soul down.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” Liliana asks with her whispery voice while I'm busy staring at her, engulfing her beauty. The way her body is still wet and she somehow managed to keep the towel wrapping around her delicious body where I want to bury myself into every curve of her body.
Her hair is wet, damping against her shoulders, water droplets are dripping from her hair, wetting her shoulders, her cleavage—fuck. I'm zoning out, I can sense it, my body is still trembling a bit, I can sense it too, yet, I'm staring. I'd never be bored of looking at her. Staring at her, observing her beauty, counting on her natural freckles, two hundred and sixty two of them, drowning into her bright hazel eyes, bright smile, they're my favorite pastime.
“Jungkook—” She bends down to cup my cheeks and I stare at her lips, how she talks, how her pretty lips dance with rhythm.
“I love you, Jungkook, let me please you.”
“You’re a good boy and you'll let us touch you, won't you?”
“This is part of loving someone, Jungkook—”
My breath hitches hard in my throat and it's pretty hard to breathe now. “Are you okay?” Liliana’s whispery voice brings me back to reality and I let out a harsh breath. “I’m okay.” I whisper.
I'm not.
This is happening so many years later, last when I was having this kind of effect on me and I was on the verge of a panic attack, I don't certainly remember. I thought I already got over this but no. Those horrible memories are still there, trying to gulp me alive and throw me into the dark where all of the voices try to engulf me, attack me, hunt me down and there's no one but me.
