I dare you.

This means war.

-The hell you are. Jung Kook's voice was pissed, and you could feel the frustration he projected, and the anger by the way he held your wrists, and by how he pushed your body against the wall.

You scoffed, to hide the fact that you were low-key scared, and intimidated.

-Yeah? You said in a breathy manner.

-who's going to stop me?

You tried to look confident, but you were 100% sure he looked right trough you.

-You? You said in a sarcastic tone. "Girl you gotta chill with the attitude" you realize that it was time to step back a little. ''I mean, everybody should get to play their turn right?''

His hands were wrapped around your wrists, and you could feel your heart beat in your entire body, as your back was pushed harshly against the dark wall.
He looked at you with dark eyes, and a strict expression.

-Damn right I am. His voice was dark

-I dont have time for this. You said while rolling your eyes. "Lets calm down with the sass 'aight?" You again told yourself.

-Well that's a real fucking shame isnt it. He almost laughed.

You tried pulling your wrists closer to your body, but he didn't budge, like you were no challenge at all.

-Let go of me. You said trough your teeth. Trying to seem scary. You could tell he was acting more angry then he really was, you just didn't know why. 

He just looked at you in disaproval.

-Let. Me. Go. You said again. The fury between you grew by the second, and the heat rose.

-That figurine was irreplaceable. He said calmly, seeing the rage boil behind his eyes.

You didn't know how to respond, because your sense didn't know how far you could go. But of course you didn't listen to yourself.

-Well that sucks for you doesn't it? You say, refusing to show how much control he had over you. "GIRL COOL THE FUCKING ATTITUDE" You thought. "I have GOT to start to listen to myself?" You added.

*Jung Kook POV*

-Who's going to stop me? Her voice was undaunted, and you wondered if anything even scared her, or if she was just a really good actress, if that was the case, she damn well better get an Oscar for this performance.

-You? She added. Looking at you funnily.

You hadn't felt this feeling before. You were more irritated then angry , at the same time you were high on adrenaline, and sexually frustrated by the way her body spoke.

-Damn right I am. You said and gritted your teeth, to show her who's in control.

You weren't exactly angry, I mean you were, a little bit anyway, but you were more pumped on adrenaline, and the excitement of the game, then fury, and anger. To be honest, the figure wasn't that valuable, but her thinking it was, was an advantage.

-I don't have time for this. She said and tried to retrieve hands, but you just held her, proving how much you controlled the situation.

-well that's a real fucking shame. You tried to sound angrier then you really were, because it was your turn now.

-Let go of me. Her voice was aggravated, but an unsaid hesitation lingered