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[135]

[Jimin]

The pain from his sharp, extended canines made me screech out into the room and hold onto his body that smothered mine in heat. Every inch of my body tightened while I continued to let out loud, drawled screams. Biting my bottom lip, I was trying to get through the pain but soon, it turned into a magical pleasure.

My airway was being blocked by the innumerate amount of moans that were begging for me to let out. My stomach was convulsing since my breath couldn't fully make its out.

This pleasure was so different. Whenever I had my first orgasm with Jungkook, endorphins were released in my brain, but this feeling of my body morphing into his due to the extreme heat around us was nothing less than heaven. My body seemed to burn in the flames of the deepest pits of hell and I loved it.

I bit my lips in a futile attempt to quiet my screams, but they escaped the cage of my mouth and roared out into the emptiness of the house. His canines slowly pulled out the crook of my neck, my breath being let out in pitiful shudders when the tingles began to assimilate into every cranny of my trembling body. My eyes were closed, a plethora of stars overtaking the darkness.

"Jimin," Jungkook's soft voice muttered as I felt his hard cock slip out of my hole slickly. I whimpered in response, my mouth unable to move due to the sensations of everything within me.

"Jimin," His calloused hands grabbed the small of my back and I flinched in response, my body still sensitive from the ecstasy it had experienced just moments before.

"Jimin, it's your turn,"

He held me close to his body, our starkness allowing our cells to spark from the direct contact. He was on his knees and he held my limp body tightly with his right arm while his left was moving my head into his neck that was dampened from the passionate heat derived from the sex.

I opened my eyes for the first time in several minutes to see his happy smile and hopeful eyes.

[Jungkook]

I looked at the beautiful incisions that were made by the sharpness of my canines. The red that surrounded the skin from the smeared blood only amplified the beauty of the ethereal marks. A proud smile appeared on my face and I bent down to lick the iron liquid from the softness of his skin.

"No."
 
My head paused right before my lips touched the puncture marks. I lifted my head to look down at his eyelashes that sat on the fluffiness of his red, sweaty cheeks.
 
What?

"What did you say?"

His eyes closed sleepily before repeating in a low voice, "No,"

"No what?"

He was too tired to do anything but respond phlegmatically.

"I'm not.." he paused in the middle of his sentence, "I'm not going to mark you,"

In shock, I subconsciously dropped him onto the bed and stared at his naked body.
 
"Jimin, just mark me," I said while laughing, the nervousness of his rejection making my heart beat in my ears.

In slow movements, Jimin moved his head from side to side, refusing my plead. I didn't know what to think. What else could there be in our way? Why would he not want to mark me? Why would he not want me?

For the first time in my entire life, I felt insecure and small. Everything around me seemed like it was to collapse, my mind for an example.

"..why not?"

He didn't move from his position, "Because."

I clenched my jaw in anger, the pressure enough to crack it, "If you're not going to do it, then might as well tell me why,"
  
I could feel his mind slowly drifting away in slumber but my anger demanded a response, an explanation, something! I slammed my hand on the head of our bed, his eyes jolting open immediately. He looked up at me, the tiredness suddenly gone from his features.

"Tell me."

A flash of hurt appeared on his eyes but at the moment, I didn't care. The amount of hurt that he had placed on my heart was excruciating. He looked reluctant to say anything but from the expression on my face, he knew that I was owed an explanation.

"I don't want to," he muttered with a soft voice, his eyes averting from mine with a tint of guilt.

I wasn't going to force Jimin to do anything he didn't want to. I could never. But I need to know why.

"Why?" I pleaded with a subconscious pitiful voice. If he could tell me the reason, then maybe I could accept the rejection deep within me and get over the pain of my lover not wanting me, "Is it because I'm too pushy? Is my possessiveness too annoying? Did you run out of love for me already—?"

Jimin sat up on the bed on his knees so he was eye level to me and grabbed my face with his two, cold hands, "NO!"
 
His eyes flickered from my left and my right, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, "Then tell me why."

His features softened and he sighed, sitting on his bottom slouched over so the skin of his stomach formed tiny, cute rolls around the lower part of his abdomen, "I'm okay with being tied to you for the rest of my life. Hell, it's the best thing in the world for me,"

"Me too! That's why—"

He looked at me with sharp eyes, "Let me finish."

I nodded reluctantly.
 
"But I'm not sure about you."

I wanted to firmly interject and assure him that the mutual bond between us would make me happier than I could ever be, but I stayed quiet and allowed him to finish.

"What about in the next ten, twenty years, Jungkook?" He looked up at me with sad eyes, "You'll get tired of me,"

I shook my head but he turned so he couldn't see me, "And when you get tired of me, you'll have this stupid and annoying bond that'll make you have no choice than stay with me."
 
I touched the skin of his bare shoulder, both of us flinching from the sudden sparks, "Why are you so scared of commitment, Jimin?"

I pulled his shoulder slightly so his face filled with crystal tears was turned to me. Torturous stings flourished throughout my whole body at his pained expression, "I-I don't know, Jungkook."

He looked down at his pale hands, the salty beads falling onto them from his eyes, "I lose everyone and everything important to me, so no matter the millions of times you may tell me you love me, an even stronger voice in my head tells me that I don't deserve it."
 
He hid his face in his hands, his body trembling from the amount of fear that resonated within it. I pulled his head to my chest and wrapped my arms around him, placing my chin on the top of his head.

"Well then I'll tell you a billion times," I responded while taking in his scent through my nostrils, "and if you still don't believe me after that, then I'll just say it a billion more,"