Horror is consuming her mind, her entire world seems to be collapsing before the man who is standing infront of her with his hidden and masked face like always. She wants to scream but her voice betrays her like always. She wants to hit him, wants t...
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• The night of Incident •
" Y/N "
The moment our steamy kiss gets on a hold for catching some air, i discover myself against the coffee table while Jung Kook remains over me, breathing harsh and fast.
The hands of the abusers from my past lays on the floor as i run my hand through Jung Kooks face, touching his beautiful sharp features while breathing strong.
He takes my hand to his mouth as he places a kiss on my hand and speak towards me,
- I told you Doll. Nobody gets to fuck with my Doll. I told you i would protect you. That means i will protect you from your bad past as well. Because -
- You love me. Because you love me. I believe you. I believe you Jung Kook.
I reply to him as he smiles. Then kissing me hard once again, he tells me,
- Yeah. And you will admit that you love me too. You do right Doll? You love me right?
I take a moment to look at him and think about the matter.
Do i really love him? Do the emotional wave of strong feelings inside my chest about him really means love?
He places a kiss in my forehead as he speaks when i don't reply,
- It's okay. You don't have to speak it out loud at this moment. I will give you time Doll. Because i know, eventually, very soon, you will tell me about how much you love me. And i don't have to question you for that. You will tell me even before i tell you to. I know Doll . I know.
I hide my face to the crook of his neck as i again speak,
- Thank you. For everything.
Then i pull my face out and speak while looking at him,
- But that's still a crime. I know you did it for me. And i might be crazy or selfish who has lost her morality because i don't regret or feel bad over what you have done to them. But still it's a crime. And if you get caught, i have to admit that you will go behind the bars.
He pulls himself from over me as he stands up then give me his hand for holding it.
Then when i hold it, he pulls me against his chest and tells me while running his hands over my hair,
- Don't think you're crazy or selfish because you liked seeing the hands being ditached from the bodies of those fuckers. The same hands which had touched you in a bad way and had made your whole childhood miserable. Same hands which must have choked you in your thoughts and made you feel out of breath with the immense pain and trauma. You're not selfish, not crazy. You're a human, a girl, a woman who got the justice that she should have got. And oh Doll, you know, only i get to choke you and steal your breath away but to give only pleasure. Only i get to do anything with you, only to make you happy.
