shy wolf [rosekook]

38. Manipulated

A/n - I decided to change things up a bit to post the smut chapter next. Writing smut honestly takes some effort and time. I need to write it when I'm kind of in the mood to write something romantic.

You may be a bit confused now, but it will make sense once the smut chapter is posted later on.

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"Yoongi I'm going to kill you!" Chaeyoung said in anger, a form of dominance she never thought she had in her. Yes, she always viewed herself as an independent woman - however, low key imitating a human life.

But this, this was something entirely different.

Jungkook was left speechless, his eyes still ruby red. He was panting after his release, shocked by the strength chaeyoung suddenly seemed to consume. The dominance is something he never expected from her fragile doll like body.

Her eyes were back to normal, and Jungkook couldn't help but stare at her ethereal beauty as she lay underneath him.

He was speechless, even though he wanted to ask why Chaeyoung suddenly had an outburst in anger.

It was hot though.

Chaeyoun'gs mind was too fucked up to even wonder why Jungkook's eyes didn't come back to normal colour.

STILL.

Red could've meant two things - that he was in love, or that he was angry. At least, that's what she thought.

For one, Jungkook wasn't angry.

And another, Chaeyoung was convinced Jungkook wasn't in love.

Love at first sight just didn't exist. That was her belief.

However, leaving Jungkook in surprise, Chaeyoung got off the bed, after pushing him lightly to the side, putting her clothes back on so quick. She turned around, looking at jungkook with an awkward smile.

Jungkook's mouth was wide open, eyes glowing with lust. He wanted to say something, but now just wasn't the time.

She didn't want to explain anything - what she was feeling, what she was suspecting, what she did - NOTHING.

Turning back around to face the door, she walked towards it, twisting the door knob.

Right there, was yoongi, laughing his mother fucking ass off. He was clutching onto his stomach, as if he was struggling to breathe. He was just laughing too much.

You find something funny?

Yoongi was really trying to control his laughter, but man, why let this go when he was just finding this too hilarious.

He needed a good laugh.

"You did something didn't you." Chaeyoung walked up to him, arms crossed over her chest.

Jungkook was on the other hand, left in bed, a blanket covering his lower half of the body. His head was pounding, and a sudden confusion swept across him.

"What the fuck did I just do??" Jungkook combed his fingers through his hair, face becoming flushed.

He just saw everything. All of her, and with no shyness, he managed to show all of him.

Every inch of his body.

He really did fuck her.

He made his fantasies come true, and he was just so ecstatic that very moment.

Pause.

Another thought popped in his head, making him feel even more confused about this entire situation.