Ugly yet Beautiful || Jikook

Chapter 27

Jimin P.O.V
"J-Jung-kook.. s-stop p-p-please"

So this was going to happen to me? Something like this, by someone like him? Was this what the world really thought of me? After everything it had already put me through, this was what it was coming down to?

My body was pushed harshly into the mattress, my back arching and twisting as I desperately tried to wiggle and escape his grip. But all my attempts seem to be in-vein as his nails digged into my skin even more, his grip tightening with each of my attempts.

How we had ended in my room I wasn't sure, everything had happened so fast, I couldn't breath, couldn't think, couldn't react and before I knew it I was being thrown around my room like a rag doll.

"J-Jung..."

"Shut up"

My eyes widened at his bitter tone, I couldn't do anything but stare at him, his eyes were lifeless, a twisted expression played his whole face; I'd never seen it before and as for what was happening, he didn't care one bit what I wanted.

"You shouldn't of Done it jimin" His voice was so firm, so sharp, it sent shivers down my spine and paralysed me.

My eyes followed him, the way he placed himself on top of me, the way he never looked away from me, the way he lowered his head towards mine before stopping Miller meters from my neck. I wanted to scream, to shout, to get away, anything, but I was so powerless against his hold and he didn't care one bit.

My eyes scrunched shut, my fist clenching the fabric of the bed as jungkook lips grazed against the skin of my neck, his right hand loosening completely from my wrist only to grip my waist so tight it knocked my breath from me.

I've never felt so helpless, my whole body was shaking and no wiggling or screaming was about to help me. I could feel his hands roam around the fabric of my top while his lips continued to brush against my sensitive skin.

It wasn't like the first time, his lips didn't feel soft, his kisses weren't small and gentle and nothing about this situation was giving me butterflies. I felt dirty and used, like a rag doll, like everything else he touched.

"J-ungkook"

My words were failing me, my voice sounded like nothing more than a whisper or a mumble and at this point I had no strength at all to keep pushing and wiggling in his grasp.

I didn't realise this was his true self, that this was who jungkook really was. I tried desperately to swallow the lump in my throat while his hand began to make its way under my jumper, the ruff skin of his hands sending a sick feeling to build in the pit of my stomach while my face warped in disgusted.

And then when it all hit me, all it took was for his lips to brush against mine, for his hand to push deep into my hips and his crotch pushed between my legs for every emotion I was holding in to explode. He wasn't like this before, not once, yes he was rude and arrogant and yes i Hated him at times but he never once did he come came across as ... this.

He was ruff, his grip hurt, his so called kissed made my body freeze and my skin prickle while my stomach felt like sick. He wasn't listening to me and the empty look on his face scared me more than anything else ever had.

That's when my face became damp, my throat became dry and my whole body relaxed as I lost all hope. I don't know why but instead of struggling, instead of wiggling, I loosened my grip on the bed sheets and let my Body sink into the mattress.

If he wasn't going to listen to me, if he wasn't going to stop, if he was going to do this to me then I might as well speak my thoughts, I had no more strength to keep fighting.

"K-kookie... I-I'm s-sorry"