FORBIDDEN DESIRE | Jungkook × Reader ✔

3. Humming

- Two days later -

"Can you stop humming? It's annoying the hell out of me," I comment to make him stop his little provoking noises. "Good. That's why I'm doing it," the smugness emanates from his face as his smirk grew wider. "You're such a goddamn, immature kid, even my little brother of five years old is less bothersome and stupid than you are."

"Did I ask to know your life? I don't think so, so just clean and keep quiet," he rests his head on his arm, lying down on his back and playing with his phone but sometimes laying his eyes on me.

"I don't care. I talk if I want, don't listen if you don't like it," I sweep the floor even with my terrible back pain. "Then I hum if I want, don't listen if you don't like it," he adds to never stop being a provocative jerk.

I seize the stick of my sweep very strongly and walk away to just end my chores and go away, to take a shower with the door locked. I can't stand him anymore.

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I walk out after half an hour and go get some vegetables to eat and sit on the couch.

"Move your long legs, you're taking the whole sofa just for you, goddamn giant," I push him away and put my butt down on the mellow cushion. "Why don't you just sit on my lap?" the corner of his lips turn up as his eyes are fixed on mine. "Who the hell do you think I am?"

"You're kind of my personal housemaid now," he sits up and gets closer to me. What does he think he's doing?

"You're totally dreaming. I'm doing that for my brother, not for his boyfriend," I force my hand on his strong torso to put him further away from my figure. "Boyfriend? Sorry, but I think I misheard."

"Why did you repeat out then?" I prove him the opposite. "I can quickly show you how straight I am, don't test me," he exclaims with seriousness, making me sigh. "Uhm. I don't play with boys compared to you who does for sure."

"You don't even know me. How can you come to think that kind of thing?" a certain offense can be heard in the tone of his voice. "Don't tell me that an attractive man like you never had a girlfriend or just some girls for one night. You seem way too arrogant and playboy like," I raise my eyebrows to show how much I disapprove of that.

"Did you just say you find me attractive?" he points his finger at me and tilts his head to smile and be closer. Damn. I didn't realize it left my mouth.

"No," I deny the truth to not please him and his overinflated ego, but he doesn't leave me alone. "Stop lying, I heard you, and I'd like to remind you that I can say the same of you then."

"Oh, and what?" I open my eyes wider at the surprising reply from this person. "Don't tell me a sexy girl like you, always well dressed with this kind of temper, even some arrogance, never had a boyfriend or passed a night just with one guy to have fun," he rolls his eyes at me and just turns back to lay his attention on the television.

"Excuse me? I never had a boyfriend, and I'm not that kind of girl, alright? Freaking little sh*t," I let out with wrath, not appreciating what he insinuated but still liking the fact he called me sexy. "Well, that's the same for me, so don't make any assumption without knowing who I truly am and stop insulting me, or I make you close your dirty mouth."

"I say what I want," I almost mumble through my teeth, both acting like kids but willing to have the last word. "No, you don't. And now that you claim to be a pure, innocent girl that never did anything, even if I doubt it really hard, does that mean you're a virgin?"

What the hell is wrong with him? Does he want to embarrass me? How can he talk about this so casually as if it was a normal subject to broach?

"Eh, what the hell is wrong with you? That's my life, and I don't talk about this to anyone and even less to strangers," I speak with anger uncontrollably, seeing a smile on his evil face. "Do you want me to make this change?" his smugness gets even more visible at the sight of his smirk.

"Shut up. I knew you were just a playboy! And I doubt that you ever did anything now that I remember how you blushed like hell after touching me," I bring back to his face, but his mood quickly changes in the blink of an eye, weirdly. "I don't blush," he glances away with a neutral face, getting me to finally find a weak string. "Are you indeed a virgin? Uh?"

"I don't talk about this to 'strangers' either..." he repeats the same words that I used. "Oh, suddenly, the cocky man turns into a shy boy, hm?" I mock him, proud of how I calmed this man down. "Says the one who was blushing after seeing me naked."

"Just shut your mouth. If you were not a virgin you would have said it because a man doesn't hide that, he would be too proud to say how many girls he had like a poor dirt."

"Even if I am, you better simmer down, or else I'm going to take you in my bed and we both will change that, got it?" he threatens me by staring at me with his big eyes, but I notice a light pink blush on his cheeks. "Stop acting rude or cool, you're blushing," I smirk and look away, this man is weird, but I find it cute.

"I'm not! I'm just hot! You're blushing too if that's so!" he raises his voice at me and drags the end of his words, is that his way of speaking when he's trying to find excuses?

"I'm hot too then, what a pretext..." I chuckle. "Yeah, I know. I'm making you hot, just say it."

"Are you lunatic, or you're just trying to hide your embarrassment by talking that way to provoke me?" I take a look at him and his body language. He turns his head and our eyes meet. "You..." he blocks. "Just mind your own business," he averts my gaze, cowardly.

I scoff at his lack of confidence all suddenly, but also because that's adorable. I should stop saying he's cute and adorable. This man is not. Or he is, maybe, and very appealing with his muscles, but I don't care.

"Can you just go far away in the dining room or something? You're bugging me while I'm watching TV," he uses as an argument in an attempt to change the subject. "No, but I'm going to get back home to not have to deal with you anymore," I stand up from the couch. "Give me your number."

I spin around at the sound of his enquire. "Sorry? Why would I give my number to a weirdo?"

"If...there are things to clean."

"I'm not your maid, you move your ass and do it yourself," I continue my way to go get my jacket and handbag. "I'll pay you," he persists. "Keep your money for your prostitutes."

"That's why I'm asking you"

He didn't dare.

I set my eyes on his disgusting face, that smirk of his that I would like to rip off his little baby head that hides a real pervert and demon inside. I want to throw my shoe into his face so bad. "I'm going to talk about this to my brother, we'll see who smirks at the end."

"Come on I was just joking...! I kindly asked for your number, you're the one who first talked about that," he argues to try to defend himself, but I just ignore him and walk out of the house to go back to mine. Yoongi will transfer the money on my bank account later.

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