𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

21.

"You—fucking devil!"

Trying to scream but her failure to inhale air inside her legs but her asthma and not getting her puff drops her energy level making her fall down onto the floor—right in front of his feet.

"How does it feels Y/n—to be this helpless? Why don't you speak or do something to me now?"

He snickers cockily just quietly watching her slowly dying onti the floor as her eyes look at the crushed inhaler onto the floor,under his boots.

"Just admit that you're sorry and that all the shit you pulled was a mistake—i'll forgive you since i'm in a good mood today"

Hearing nothing from her—her head just down tiwards the floor which makes him raise his eyebrow in suspicion.

Is she dead or something?

He crouches down and grabs a fistful of her hair—making her look up to him seeing no remorse on her face but a smile of mockery.

"Never will I fucking—apologise to you. You're a wretched monster who feeds upon people's misery—but never mine—"

Just staring at her face—she was at the worth of dying by shortness of breath yet she denied to surrender in front of him. He did surely praised her guts of steel.

"You're dying and still have this much ego in your veins mhm?"

Grabbing his collar and pulling him closer to herself she gives him a harsh jerk—surprised that she still had this much strength in her. He could easily kill her but did she care? Oh it was his misthought.

"You're a fucking nuisance—"

"And you're a fucking bastard!"

He wanted to hit her at the wall,bury her alive rught there and then or even skin her to pieces but he didn't choose to do any of them. What he chose to do was something that both of them hadn't expected.

He kissed her—giving her a pull to smash her lips over his. His fist still having her hair tangled in it—wanting to eat her out entirely.

"What are you—"

"Open up more—without barking. I'm lending you some air for your good"

Her soaked clothes just soak his too—his eyes catching a glimpse of her curves that were even more visible by her soaked dress feeling a hot inside his body.

It wasn't a very lovely kiss—it was a kiss which held so much hatred. How she but his lip when he tries to enter her mouth—and how he had to put force inside to invade her mouth feeling her patchy lips while she just yearned for some air but here he was,sometimes blocking it and sometimes giving it to her.

She tries to push him away but he grabs her arms and pins it at the sides,havung his way through her mouth—playing with her tongue to hear her soft moans—to feel her being weak.

"Is that enough? Or do you need more?"

Licking his lips,he just watches her even more breathless than before—laying beneath him watching him with half hooded eyes but acting so clueless like he hadn't just eaten away her mouth.

"Call me—a fucking doctor—"

A few hours later:

In the middle of night,after the event had wrapped Jungkook's eyes open due to thirst that was invading his throat,wanting water.

He groans—sits up but doesn't finds Y/n on the bed beside him or the couch making him frown.

Where the hell is she gone to?