BRAT // BNIOR ONE-SHOT {TRANSLATION/COMPLETE}

Only Part (Waking up IV)

Jinyoung pov

I was watching a movie in the living room of my house, my roommate was in his room playing around with some of his friends. Since I've known him, I have a very clear concept of what Im Jaebum represents. He's nothing more than a kid who pretends to be a man.

It seemed as if I lived with a 4 or 5 year old kid, instead of a twenty year old. Although on occasions it's preferable, the small one would probably calm down if I would buy him an ice cream or let him watch his cartoons, however, the real Jaebum didn't do anything besides annoy me. Using my things and making a mess.

Jaebum usually laughs like an idiot while watching that stupid preschool cartoon program. It was so annoying.

I changed the channel a few times, in search of something good to watch. I heard foot steps, followed by laughs and murmurs, Jaebums friends were about to leave. So loud.

I ignored the sound the door makes as it opens and closes. I also tried hard to ignore the fact that my roommate had taken the remote control and changed it to his stupid animated program. I stood up, going to the kitchen lazily. I searched in the pantry, trying to find my favorite candies.

I didn't find anything more than an empty bag even though I'm sure I had just bought it the day before. I felt a vein strike in my temple, I was furious. Jaebum had done it again, he had eaten my food. Frustrated and tried of that act, I went towards the television and turned it off. He turned to look, curiosity dancing in his gaze. He shrugged and turned the television on again, annoyed I disconnect it. Seems like that made him mad, for he stood up frowning and walked to where I was, ready to connect the device once again.

-You ate my Jolly Rancher, there will be no more television for our until you go buy me others- I said venom sliding from my voice, his eyes darkened and he clenched his teeth.

-I refuse to go buy you anything, connect the television 'cause I was watching my program. Kid- he hailed, snatching the cable from me and connecting the television once again.

-Kid? Trash, the kid in this house is you... always watching those stupid programs, making a mess. You are nothing more than a brat- I yelled, anger in me.

I closed my eyes in a hit when he pushed me against the wall, stamping me with a thud. He held my hands against the wall on the side of my head. Still in shook I refused to open my eyes and see those dark eyes he possesses. I felt the moment in which he stuck his body onto mine, trapping me against the wall.

His breath really close to my lips, making me shake and just when I decided to open my eyes, he stamped his lips onto mine. With hunger and fury he bit my skin, to the point in which I could feel blood spring in between his teeth. I fought with him, but he was pressing and pushed himself against me, his lips moved with truthfulness on mine and it came to a point in which I started to enjoy it.

I closed my eyes and followed with the kiss. It was a rough and needed brush, as if he wanted to show me something. He placed my hands above my head and held them with one of his. He brushed his fingers on my arm, tickling me... not to type that you think, rather the type that makes you gasp.

He slid his hand in my shirt, caressing my skin with sensual softness. He caressed the tattoo I have on my right side, provoking a tickle in my lower tummy and making me moan. I was about to cry out by the time that he licked and bit my neck, sucking while pushing his body against mine.
Rubbing us.
He let go my hand to take off my shirt. He exposed my torso and chest, he maintained me with my back on the wall. His eyes were filled with hot lust and desire.

We kissed again, his teeth at one point crashing with mine due to the roughness of the moment. I took my hands to his back and began to scratch his shirt, he played with my boxers that stuck out from my low waist jeans.