FACING THE SAME FACE | JINKOOK

CH9

Jin was enveloped in a confusion bordering on madness. The line between desire and fear was thin, almost non-existent, when his lips met those of the one he thought was JungHyun. The passion he felt was so intense that for a moment he forgot the world around him, giving himself unreservedly to an all-consuming kiss.

JungKook was not willing to give any truce. While his hands explored Jin's body, in a movement that bordered between tenderness and aggression, his mind did not stray from his goal. He wanted to hurt him, but not in a way that was easy to identify. The pain he inflicted by biting his lip was not an accident; it was a message.

As the blood began to gush, Jin tried to pull away. Between small jabs on JungKook's arm and barely audible pleas, he tried to free his lip from JungKook's cruel grip, but JungKook remained firm, almost enjoying the suffering of others. Finally, JungKook released him, wiping away the blood with a gesture that showed not a hint of regret.

"You deserve it," he said coldly, as if the metallic taste on his tongue was a reminder of the punishment he felt Jin should receive.

Jin didn't know how to react. His breathing was erratic, and his body trembled as he watched JungKook walk away with an eerie calmness, leaving him alone in the midst of the chaos he himself had caused.

The silence in the room became deafening once JungKook disappeared behind the door. Jin put a hand to his lip, feeling the sting of the wound and tasting the blood that still remained. He didn't know if it was pain, fear or an unhealthy mixture of both that was overtaking him.

However, something inside him would not allow him to stay still. He got up awkwardly and went after him. He knocked on the door insistently, desperate for answers.

"JungHyun, we need to talk, please open the door," he requested in a broken voice that almost didn't sound like his own.

The answer came with a curt, almost contemptuous tone:

"I'd rather not see your ungrateful face again, leave at once." The rejection hit him like a bucket of cold water, but he did not give up. He increased the intensity of his words, almost shouting his despair.

"It's not like that! Listen to me, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you! Please open the door!"

The creak of the door opening was a momentary relief to Jin, who immediately lunged toward JungKook, seeking comfort from his lips, completely ignoring the pain of his open wound. The words "I love you" came out of his mouth like a prayer, as if repeating them could erase the weight of what had happened.

For JungKook, Jin's closeness was just another tool, an opportunity to entangle him further in the web of manipulation he was weaving. But he did not expect the intensity of Jin's kisses, nor the tremor in his voice as he confessed his feelings.

JungKook tried to pull away, gently at first, but Jin would not allow it. Every attempt to pull away was answered with more intensity, with hands that clung to him and lips that desperately sought his. Finally, JungKook's patience ran out. In a fit of strength he pushed him down onto the bed, his face hardened by a mixture of anger and something else he couldn't recognize.

"Wait, JungHyun, not like this, I can't...," Jin began to plead.

Jin's words only seemed to stoke the fire inside JungKook, who mastered it with ease, his anger manifesting itself in aggressive gestures. He was not seeking pleasure; he was seeking power. However, Jin's pleas and trembling voice brought him back to reality, though not before he had crossed a dangerous line.

Jin, trembling and on the verge of tears, reacted with a slap that echoed through the room, leaving JungKook stunned, but unrepentant.

Jin sat up with difficulty, his body still trembling from the mixture of fear and humiliation. The words that came out of his mouth were not screams or accusations, but a pain-laden whisper: