"J-Jungkook s-stop." She cackled, words obstructed by the fluttering kisses he planted on her stripped neck.
Even with the azure light flooding the house, everything in her hazel eyes were tainted into a light, lusting cerise. The infamous game of seven minutes in heaven had been relinquished only for her and Jungkook to enter another game.
It was as if their kiss was a golden key to Greta's body, Jungkook no longer restraining himself, slowly developing an inappeasable taste for her touch as he broke further into her being.
"Oh come on... you know you love it." He leered, reeling her back in after her pathetic attempt of escaping his touch.
"I might do, but my Mum and Jeongho certainly won't." She hummed as the jingle of her keys rang against the tranquil air, a pout soon fell on her face as she found her door calling out for her. "I guess this is me."
He sighed, broad shoulders descending down as he gazed at her for a moment, not wasting a single fragment of time as he leaned in again and leaving a silk-like kiss.
"See you tomorrow, Amaro."
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As her alarm shrilled loudly bringing her laboured eyes open, she wasn't flooding with a vexed feeling or even a deep dread that filled up her heart, making it feel as if it would burst.
Instead, she found her body saturated with a warm feeling, similar to how the sparkling, golden yellow rays of the sun leak into slumbering homes.
It was like feeling completely awake for the first time, the anticipation to see Jungkook, bringing the energy she had craved for so long to her body. As if coils hugged around her bones, she found a spring in her step as she strolled past the grey borders of the school.
Yet, Greta should have predicted this moment coming.
Nothing as good and warm as this feeling can last eternally.
A deep and dark voice emerged from the quiet buzz of unseen conversations, sending her heart into a plasmolysed state.
"Greta, can you follow me to my office please." Mr Chen, also known as the head master, called out from the door of his office.
Greta never really got in trouble, by when she did, it sent her body into a trembling mess of nerves and lost tears.
Hesitantly, she met with his figure, lips sealed into nothing but inaudible whispers, whereas her mind found itself buried in a rabid speculating state of turmoil. Digging through her faded memories of what exactly has summoned her there.
"Ah, So you're Greta Amaro." A male voice broke in, pulling her out of her own suffocating mind to lay her eyes on the scene.
Two older males sitting on the adjacent of the desk, a ying and yang duet of characters. One being a soft anaemic white, seemingly short in comparison to the other, yet finding himself accumulating a dangerous amount of intimidation in his figure. A navy ebony breaking into his eye sight in the form of his hair.
The other was noticeably taller, a gentle giant-like character instantly being recognised by the girl as she saw his dimples hang a sweet smile. Caramel hair laid softly, seeming like soft, skin melting cotton.
"I'm detective Kim Namjoon and this is detective Min Yoongi." He spoke softly, still smiling as he indicated for her to sit in the guest seat. "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble. We're just interviewing everyone that went to Seong Goobin's party two weeks ago to see if anything that you might of seen can indicate where he might be now." He added on, the look on his face seeming to belong in an entirely different scene.
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Fanfiction❝Please delete that. It was meant for a friend.❞ ❝Delete it? But then I wouldn't have anything to blackmail you with.❞ Greta Amaro had a wild imagination, but she never imagined herself burying a dead body with Jeon Jungkook. TWs: Mentions of r@pe +...