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Liliana
Whenever Jungkook’s face comes to my view, I extend my hand near his cheek to slap on his cheek as hard as I can. Which makes him chuckle. Obviously, as he is a psychopath. I get up from the lying position and sit on the bed while rotating my head to see where I’m.
Strange.
How many times I was knocked off that he got the time to even take me home this way? He showered me a while ago as I could smell my lavender body wash, my hair still slightly wet, wearing a white floral frock that barely reached my knees.
He really loves it when I wear a mini frock while roaming the mansion. Then I’m not gonna wear anything like that again. “You need to eat, haven’t eaten since last night.” He says as he gets up from the bed and I roll my eyes. “Aren’t you mad at me that I have been behaving like a shit to you? Doesn’t it bother you at all? How are you supposed to keep a woman with you who hates you so much?” I hiss, honestly speaking, I’m too frustrated, what the hell is happening? Why doesn’t he just let me go? I’ll be hurt if he leaves me, I know, I’m freaking aware of that but I can handle that but I can’t keep behaving so badly this way, it hurts me more than he can imagine.
He doesn’t know how I feel a ton of guilt every time I spit a harsh word at him, insult him. He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know a bit and this is the only way to insist on him thinking I really hate him.
My eyes finally finds him, he’s wearing a black sweatshirt with a pair of black trousers, his hands are currently inside the pockets, muscles flexing through the thick fabric of the shirt, clean shaved, sharp jawline, messy hair tugging upwards with a ponytail which is enough to take my breath away just to stare at him and his devilishly handsome face and he’s—-wearing a glass.
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What the actual hell?
A mischievous smirk tugs on his lips as his upper lip tugs up and the left side stretches a bit, smirking at me like he gets to get a hold of something inside me already. “You sure that you hate me, Flower?” He asks as he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, I take a sharp breath.
