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"You're not what I thought you were." She look...
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Y / N 'S P O V
I could feel my heart vibrating throughout my body as I stood frozen and my only support was the arm wrapped around my waist. Though the grip is firm, something about the way he is staring at me with blank eyes, makes me shiver.
It's anything but firm.
The faint sound of the song from my car is still audible but all I can hear is my heart beating like I had ran thousands of miles. It's getting on my nerves and maybe fucking up with my brain.
"You didn't answer my question earlier, Sweet angel." Jungkook muses, a sadistic smile plastered on his face as he tilts his head as if to give me a once over look. I flinch beneath the weight of his stare. "Let go of me." I state, trying my best to sound firm but my voice shakes and it turns into a whisper. "As you wish." He says and lets go of me.
The moment his arm disappears, my ankle trips and hits the nearby trash can. I balance myself with a groan leaving my mouth. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I questioned, glaring up to see him casually standing in front of me with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "You told me to let go, Posh girl." He said, like it's no big deal and I wouldn't have dropped myself on the trash had I not balanced myself.
"Freaking bastard." I muttered under my breath and held the injured dog while looking around. "Are you...really Jungkook?" Maybe he has twins. Right? Has to be. Jungkook blinks at me before replying. "Do you see me as a ghost?" He asks, plain and no more bullshit. I inhale a breath and open my mouth to speak but the dog in my hold whines.
"Whatever. I gotta go." I take a step towards my car but a single step and I'm yanked back by the savage hold on my forearm. "Let's make this clear, Sweet Angel, you came here on your own accord but you're not moving from here unless I say so." Jungkook whispers near my ear. I glare at him and then flicker my gaze around the place.
It feels wrong.
This place is wrong.
"And you're no one to order me around, Mister, so let me go." I grit out before passing him a sweet smile which I'm so famous for. He smirks, his grip tightening around my arm. I hiss at the pain that shoots through my hand. "Do you wanna test that theory?" He asks, voice dipping low. I'm ready to throw another argument at his face but a siren blaring in the air gets my attention.
Cops.
No freaking way.
My eyes widen, I hold his hand and drag him away. "What the hell?" He asks, confused. "The Cops, dude. They can't see me here." I muttered, hiding in an alley with this guy who screams dangerous in every existing language hovering above me. The alley is dark, small and I can clearly smell the burned cigarette from him.
