Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

VIII

Stage II
Jungkook

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Disoriented, I sat up in the bed. I had no idea what time it is, whether it was still morning or noon. Couple of hours ago, after closing the door on the dangerous mafia man, I crashed completely. No bath, no changing clothes, just sleep. That was all I had needed.

But now that I'm up and very dizzy, my whole schedule messed up to the point that I will probably only be able to sleep early in the morning, I realized how filthy and smelly I was. I needed to shower, immediately, and change the worn out clothes that had been through quite a rush.

For the next minutes, perhaps even an hour, I took care of my body and my image, trying to somehow lessen the dreadful bags under my eyes. There was no erasing them, what's worse, there's no way I could just make my expression look more alive. I was beat, my muscles aching, my whole body whining in numbness. Sleep had relaxed me and now that all the adrenaline and dread was washed off my body, I felt the aftermath give me a kick of a lifetime.

I would throw myself back onto the bed if I could.

But I needed to figure out what to do. If I simply stayed here, under their supervision and protection, things won't be so pleasant for me. I'd feel like a burden, a huge mountain that gives them multiple setbacks.

There has to be something that I could do around here. At least cook for them, if they would feel like eating my food again.
I was determined to keep our communication minimal. The last thing I want is getting attached to these people. Heartless, dangerous men that lived in a world far too different than mine. They wouldn't give two fucks about me if it weren't for the situation.

Above all, this arrangement was rather strange.

Jimin would go out of his way to actually help a girl that got involved in his dirty work on accident, just so he could save her life from the enemy? I don't think so.

I came to that conclusion during my shower.

The sooner I get out of here, the better.

I put on some clothes from the closet, a sweater and jeans and socks that matched well. It seemed as though each and every outfit was picked and tucked into the wardrobe, just waiting to be worn. They had an awfully good taste in clothing.

Then, I left the premises of the guestroom.

The hallway was empty, the house eerily quiet. No sound, except for the humming, gentle wind outside. The lights were also out, making the interior dimmer and slightly somber. It felt like it was the time to sleep.
But I checked on my phone, whose battery was slowly dying, and confirmed that it was past noon. That just meant that the weather outside wasn't really friendly today.

My feet gently padded on the floor as I went down the stairs, poking my head through the open doors once I was down. There was no one in sight.

Did they really leave me here all alone?

"Looking for a way out?"

Nope.

I shivered at the voice, before turning around to come face to face with Jungkook. The driver that was very rude and resilient. He was no different now.

His eyes leveled me with a glare. Although I believe that's how he normally looks at someone, with absolutely no emotion, there was a twinge of hatred in those brown orbs. Never before have I felt so despised by someone, never have I felt like I needed to shrink back into a hole.

"No..I was just looking if there was anyone here."

"So you could run away."

He added, raising a brow at me with a mocking look. This asshole...If I could just snap his neck in two..

"I'm not exactly suicidal, but it's good that you care."

I replied sarcastically and ventured into the kitchen, fuming. If he was going to be a fucking jerk then there was no need for him to even talk to me. Just keep an eye on me and don't approach me unless I screw up.

Why do I have to deal with assholes...Always.

I opened the fridge and took a look what there was to eat. At the bottom, there were two sandwiches, prepared for consuming, with a piece of paper with my name written on it.

"Jin hyung made it. It's yours."

Jungkook's voice filled my ears again and my skin instantly crawled. I took the plate and unfolded the sandwiches, sitting down at the table where he already was.

"Thanks."

"For?"

I didn't reply after. Why should I justify my words to someone who doesn't even know how to accept gratitude? At least Jin was normal and he wasn't so stuck up like this knucklehead.

Jungkook watched me eat my breakfast. It was awkward and very uncomfortable, as if I was under supervision of death itself. His glare was profound and even though it would sometimes soften, he wouldn't even blink. I caught his gaze a couple of times, each getting worse as my face flushed like a tomato.

"Your cheeks are red."

He stated, more crimson adding to the already red canvas. I didn't reply, furrowing my brows and swallowing the last of my sandwich.

I just wanted to get away from him now.

Standing up, I washed the plate and left it to dry. I drank some water and was about to leave. Turning around, I screamed when I saw Jungkook standing right behind me.  Fear gushed in my stomach as I took in his appearance and the darkness that suddenly filled the atmosphere.

Black tight jeans, dress shirt unbuttoned halfway, tucked into his pants, black, shiny shoes, a choker and bunch of tattoos here and there. The one on his right hand was what caught my eye for he first time, then the rest of him came into picture.

Coming in closer to me, Jungkook caged me between the sink and his tall body. My breath caught in my throat, a whiff of his cologne entering my nostrils as he leaned in close to me.

"Jimin hyung has good taste..But I wonder if he was thinking that none of us would make a move on you."

I blinked. Once, twice, confusion swarming in my eyes, until I realized what he was saying.

He...He was hitting on me?

"Wh-what-?"

Jungkook slyly smirked, the first ever that I had seen. A delightful fire danced in his black orbs, his body heat enveloping my form completely. Nervousness coiled in the pit of my stomach and I almost felt my legs turn to jelly. Jimin might be the leader, but this man was something else.

There was no room for laughter and he had a far more dangerous aura around him.

And when he leaned in, I panicked. Turning my head away, rejecting his advances, I felt his lips brush against the shell of my ear. Shuddering, heat spread all over my face.

"I wonder to whom you'll spread your legs first..."

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Sorry that it takes so long to update this story! I can't keep up with everything so often, but I'll try to keep consecutive updates, at least once a week.

I'm honestly excited for this FanFic and I hope I get more time to update it!

-E.J