Whiplash | jjk.

[32]: Making A Mockery

"Jungkook...I don't know how to answer that."

"You can't say it, can you?" he asks, taking a step closer to you. You didn't know there was more space to fill but he somehow manages to get closer. "You can't tell me you don't want me, because your very DNA won't allow you to deny yourself such pleasure."

"Jesus," you hiss, rolling your eyes. His self-obsession never failed to shock you. "You're impossible."

But maybe he was right.

Maybe it was your DNA that was stopping you from turning away. It was the very blood in your veins freezing still, holding your limbs in place so that you could not simply turn your back on this man.

Maybe it was you that was your enemy right now.

You were the very thing that made it so difficult to explain why your body and your mind were being pulled in opposing directions.

And in the heat of this moment - you'd rather they just rip you in half.

You'd honestly prefer to bleed out pathetically on the hardwood floor in front of him, than have to stand here conscious any longer.

"You want me." his lips pull up into a daunting smile. "You want me, and you don't even know why. You can't understand why your body isn't agreeing with your head."

"Jungkook." you place a weak hand against his chest. A hand that was going to put no effort into holding him back, if he were to lean in. "No."

"'No' what? 'No', i'm somehow reading this wrong? Somehow you don't want me, yet your body and your eyes are begging for something."

You have to close your eyes just to make sure they don't start sparkling at him.

Your face is winched in hurt, confusion, and concentration. Your head turned away from him, your hand still against the hard muscle of his chest.

"Why hold yourself back? What the hell are you actually gaining by pretending it isn't true?"

You purse your lips and he waits.

"The others will talk."

Jungkook's expression changes in an instant. All of the cognition and concentration from two seconds ago falls flat into a hungry, proud grin. Your words had unknowingly confirmed to him that he wasn't wrong, in suspecting that the tension was coming from both ends.

But, embarrassment was getting in the way.

"No, they won't." his voice is made of steel and it's slicing through you.

"How can you say that?"

His hand lifts and his thumb and forefinger come to very gently pinch your chin, tilting your head back just the slightest. "Because I will silence them."

You forget to breathe. You forget to human.

You hoped the lord was on strike. Just for today. Just so he could miss out on the vile atrocities and acts of indiscretion being committed inside your head. So you could go on thinking your little thoughts without God knowing.

Because he'd surely smite you if he knew how much you wanted Jeon Jungkook right now.

"No! No, they'll talk. They'll talk and it will prove everything everybody was saying to be true. As soon as the others find out, i'll be made out to be a joke. My position in narcotics will become a laughing stock and I cannot have that!" you say, and then you breathe out an overdue breath. "Jungkook, this is not worth sacrificing my dignity."

His face pulls into something that looks nearly akin to betrayal.

"Your dignity? You say that as if being with me, even if in passing, would be something so humiliating and unworkable, that you'd simply be butchering your own reputation?" he explains, his eyebrows pinching in frustration. "Do you even hear how you sound?"