I dare you.

Power Play

-Give it to me. You say determined and stretch out the same hand. Holding tightly around the ceramic dolphin, making shure he knows whats going to happen if he doesent surender.

-If you drop that-

He looks at you with strict eyes, and points to your, his eyes the size of golf balls.
-Yeah thats not what I fucking asked. You lift your arm up to shoulder height, and let go of the cold glass.

He jerks forward in an attempt to catch it before it met the floor, but he is no where close.
The dolphin crashes to the ground and disolves in to a million pieces.
-Oh, look what happened. Such a shame.

He retrieved his arm that's stretched out towards the million pieces, laid out like a carpet infront of his feet, glittering in the sparaned light shining from the celing lamp. A silence filled the air, and a tension you could cut by blinking. You didn't know just what to do. JungKook just stood there, gaping at the sight. Then he brings his eyes up to yours, and so many mixed feelings start circeling the room.

He stands completely still.  The athmosphere is like nothing any of you had felt before. It reeked of anger, disapointment, confusion, and victory.

-Lets continue shall we? You break the silence with a voice filled with confidence.

You turn around, and glare over the shelf filled with breaksble items.

-Its such a risk isn't it?
You say and take a dramatic break, then turn around looking at him with a questionable look, and a devlish smirk.

-Leaving breakable items on high places? You trail your fingers along the dusty edge of the shelf

-They could... You turn around, and open your eyes, take another break and slither your arm behind another picture, then you look him in the eyes.

-Fall down.
You quickly blurt out in a angry yet flirty tone, and flip your wrist, so the picture comes crashing towards the ground.

The room is completely silent, so silent you can almost hear his heartbeat. Then suddenly the silence is filled with the sound of glass shattering. He is silent, he just stands there, looking at you. You cant read him. He is silent, but an uncomfortable feeling lingers.

You want to once again ask him for your purse, but you cant read him, you cant tell how he'll react, yet you are longing to break the silence.

-My purse. You say again, with a softer voice, yet angry.

''What do a girl gotta do?''  If someone kept breaking your things you would kill a bitch, but JungKook just stood there, watching beautiful handcrafted art break in to a million pieces, as they hit the harsh surface of the earth.

You search the shelf for a more valuable item, and your searching eyes fall on another figurine, only this time it is a handmade glass figure of JungKook himself. Without saying anything, you strut over the ocean of sparkling glass beneath you. The glass harshly crushes under the thin heel of your black boot. You look over to him for a reaction, he's eyes follow you, but not moving a single muscle. ''Fucking statue, you can be a hundred percent sure Imma break your ass too'' You think.

The figure is bigger then your hand, and by the looks of it, way heavier then the other items. ''This is gonna be good'' You think, and move your eyes back to the glass figure. The shelf is filled with other pictures, trophies and small figurines of super Mario, and sailor moon, and a bunch of other things you had never seen before. But it was something about the JungKook figure, something about the way it was placed so far behind, something about how the other figures around it fenced it in, yet promoted the colors, and the shape.

You turned your body around 180% to check for any reaction. He probably didn't understand which figure you were going for. You locked eyes for a moment, before you turned back, and let your hand knock over the shit in the way, and your fingers locked around the big figurine.

You were right, it was heavier, and the material was so much smoother. You turned it over, and on the bottom it said: To JungKook, and something about love, but it had been wiped away with time, so you could not read it properly.

You held the figure in your hand, and were about to turn around.

-Now about that p-

-Nope, that's not fucking happening. Someone grabs around your waist, and spins you around.

-Put it back. He says and stares in to your soul.

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A/N: I just gotta say for the following chapters, that this is going to be the first smut that I'll ever write!