Needy - {Kim Namjoon}

Part 3

«why did you behave that way at college?» jungkook requested narrowing his eyes.

« why would you care. » I shrugged my shoulders vexedly and as jungkook could read the expression on my face I was so uncomfortable at the mention of Namjoon as my memory replayed how he aimed to ignore me. «fucker.» my mouth pushed out.

« I didn't know you'd cause all this trouble at your very first day.» he sighed sipping his coffee after finally finishing washing the dishes.

Yeah, jungkook and I share the same apartment now. Jungkook was like a whole family & shelter to me.. I honestly would've died ages ago without him but I hate to admit it at the thought of the loathsome feelings which grew to him.

« I didn't do anything. » you whined, making a pouty face.

«look nuna, don't sough or whimper. I'm worried about you, the dude you messed with isn't easy himself.» he spoke, raising his eyes to meet mines as I death glared at him

« do you even know him?»
« he's a friend. » he mindlessly talked.

I could tell from the way he said it was wrong, it sounded & felt so wrong. Making friendships for jungkook was harder than growing wings yourself so I leaned in to ask.

« a friend or a m-» jungkook knew what I was about to say so he cut me off « a mate. »
« uh fuck.» I itched.

I knew that Jungkook was involved in all that drug talk, consuming or not wasn't any important to me, what I knew was that he took a part of a dirty game but who was I to judge? I was a sinner myself and Jungkook helped me just like I helped him, it was scandalous but whatever it took we had to go through it.

Both of our lives would end immediately. Except the fact that for a succubus, the only deadly weapon is not gaining attention from men. But female demons gain it effortlessly, and I had enough energy to keep me alive till forever.

Now that I knew Namjoon takes a part of the that group, it became easier to set up a plan to play with.

« He's leaving it due to extreme problems with our boss. Don't you try. » Jungkook stood up going to the living room as I followed his steps cautiously

« why do you always have to keep it that way » I let a sigh escape my plumpy rosy lips. Jungkook stood again from the sofa making his way to reach my face and cup it with his palms.

« I cannot bear any shit influencing you or dragging you down. Your fucking curse is already enough..»

he pinched my cheeks and that's it, jungkook I had to accept it, rolling my eyes at how silly he'd get.

« then end him. » you whispered. The young man scanned my emotionless face in confusion.

« what did he do for you to hate him the way you do you just met him» perplexity filling his voice.

You looked away rolling your eyes. « he didn't give you enough attention, right? » he stated trying to hide his giggles.

« somebody's longing for attention here. » he chuckled heavily. « shut up this is nauseating. »

« what's nauseous? Love? » he asked, « ew yes. » « but you love me » he smiled brightly at me. I nodded yes, a slight smile appearing on my own face.

I couldn't deny the fact that I loved Jungkook. But I can't really accept it let alone show it. I wasn't familiar with the sensation in general but Namjoon really made my blood boil.

« you seem like these spoiled brats who get everything they want.» Kook laughed and I rolled my eyes. « We'll talk about it tomorrow ugh, I need some sleep. »