[english translation: four, lust]
[chapter four] [present time]
[june 19, 2019] [11:47 pm]
"my whole goal is to get rid of you."
he tracks my jaw line with his middle finger, watching as a tear drips down my cheek.
"but.., first, i'd like to have a bit of fun with you."
an annoying smirk appears on his face, lifting my chin up to him.
"i fucking hate you."
my voice is completely broken and small, my teeth chattering every now and then.
"oh, i know you do, sweetie." his smirk disappears. "but that won't stop me."
he lets go of my chin, and walks closer to me until he can grasp my hips.
his body presses against mine, and i'm instantly surprised by how solid his body is, yet disgusted he's touching me.
"get your hands off of me."
his laugh comes out like someone told a hysterical joke, but his face goes straight after a few seconds.
"you think that i would take my hands off of someone because some silly little girl got herself into this mess? who do you think i am?"
his eyes bore into mine, and i'm basically straining my neck to look at him by how close he is.
"you're some poor five foot girl who can't save herself from shit, young lady."
his tongue flicks out to run across his lower lip, chuckling.
"oh, you're so cute."
he grins.
"don't call me cute! i'm not your toy, jungkook! fuck yourself!"
his grin disappears immediately and he looks down at me, his head tilting.
"what did you just say to me?"
"i said fuck yourself."
his head twitches. "say it once more, honey."
"fuck. yourself. are you deaf?"
his hand is on my neck already, i didn't feel his hand move.
i can't breathe, he's squeezing my neck and cutting off my airways.
"say that now, baby."
i choke for air, trying to pry his hand off my neck, standing on my tippy toes.
"i said say it."
i choke for more air, and my vision gets blotchy around the edges, going light headed.
he drops me, setting his hand onto my shoulder. "couldn't do it, huh?" he asks, smirking.
"you choked me!" i slap his chest.
he's not fazed. whatsoever.
"that was the fucking point, dumbass. don't tell me what and what not to do. you belong to me now. and only me."
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