His feline eyes glare at me, sharp and annoyed. He... Well he has never told me his name. But Jungkookie calls him V.
He is a lot different from Jungkookie. That kid has always made me feel home, no matter where they have taken me to. He is so sweet and sensible, calm and considerate, always helping me out.
And then there's Jungkookie's "V hyung". I don't understand him at all. Is he fire or ice? Or both?
The times when he is like a volcano, fuming, reckless and brutal, I feel like I can read him very well those times. Like an open book.
But the other times... When he doesn't even have to yell at me, those times when one piercing look of his dark brown orbs are enough to make me behave, those times when he feels like a cold, distant winter night. I don't understand what goes on inside his mind during those moments.
This time though, I can read the annoyance written all over his face. I feel... powerful.
"This is not your millionaire dad's resort. You can't go outside.", his voice comes out in a clipped way but I know that I'm getting on his nerves.
"Nobody will see me, I promise! This entire villa is old and empty, who's going to find me out anyway? I really want to swim. Please!!", I stomp my feet on the semi-dusty floor, successfully bringing a frown in between his dark eyebrows.
"Can you believe this?!", he yells at his literal partner in crime, who is apparently... yeah... my Jungkookie.
"He used to be scared of me in the beginning and look at him now!", he gripes.
"Stop spoiling him for fuck's sake! Make him understand that he isn't on a vacation. He is fucking kidnapped!"
The last words are said as he glares once again at me and stomps out of the room.
"Hyung...", Jungkook breezes, taking small steps towards me with a sheepish smile on his face. "Don't worry, I will talk to him."
"I'm going inside the pool.", I clench my fist, feeling just slightly bad for my poor Jungkookie as he already takes a defeated sigh.
"Listen... Please understand, Hyung will get really really mad!", He tries but I have already made up my mind.
"Like I fucking care! I am going inside the pool, Right. Now.", I stomp out of the room at the same pace as him, making my way down the stairs, outside the house and finally in front of the pool.
It is almost dark everywhere. I knew there's no way I can spot a single soul over here. They must have chosen this place for a reason.
I don't know where we are right now but it's somewhere between Seoul and Daegu. I'm sure that this is a secluded place, otherwise they wouldn't have taken the risk of bringing me here.
A sigh leaves my lips on it's own as I finally dip my right foot inside the water. It's cold. A lot colder than any other pool-water I've ever experienced before.
Most probably because it hasn't been used for a while. I didn't mind though. It's scorching hot in the daytime these days! At least I'm going to get some relief from it. This long, tiring road journey is taking a toll on me.
I don't know how many moments have passed since I went inside the water but I guess it has been quite some time, because now I can't even see the slightest strokes of red and yellow in the west part of the sky that I had seen when I came outside.
I was too engrossed in feeling the coolness of the water, the vast expanse of the starry night sky and the calmness this moment was giving me.
The trance breaks when I hear a splashing sound and the first thing I see as I whip my head around, is him.
Inside the pool.
An unintentional noise spills out of my mouth as I stare at him in disbelief and fear.
His hands glide over the surface of the water as he starts getting closer to where I am and... And I can't read him right now. It makes me scared.
"You don't listen to me nowadays.", he declares, voice low and threatening. I want to step back, but my entire body feels frozen all of a sudden.
"I knew you would come.", I merely whisper.
Fuck.
I gasp at my own words. It wasn't supposed to be said in this situation, was it?
"You did...?", he rasps, his hands firm and cold on my arm as he jerks me towards himself. I whimper as my bare chest touches his drenched shirt.
"You love to rile me up, don't you, Seokjin?", His voice is just a dark whisper right now, those long fingers of his that curl themselves around the steering wheel everyday are now inside my hair, grabbing at a cusp of soft, wet fringes over there.
I hiss.
"You make things hard for me, do you know that? I want to punish you every fucking minute, you disobedient slut!"
I whine at the degradation, blood rushing a bit too fast inside my veins.
"D-don't...", I try to protest, which sounds very weak to my own ears. My entire being knows I don't want him to stop.
"Don't what?", he growls right against my left ear. "Aren't you one, Seokjin? Don't you always try to push me beyond the edge?"
Another hand placed itself on my waist, gripping it in such a way, I'm sure it's going to leave a bruise over there.
"Don't you always want me to make you get on your knees? Don't you want me to punish you for your behaviour and give you bruises all over this body of yours?! Isn't that what you want? Doesn't that make you a fucking slut?", his mouth latches onto the column of my neck, a mess of teeth and tongue.
I whine once again, drowning my hands in his curly, dark hair.
"For you...", I admit, making him halt just for a few seconds.
"That's what you are!", his hot breath fans over my lips as his hand holds my nape in place.
"My little slut...", and my head spins while I whine again, silently, desperately begging him to end this, end whatever this is going on between us since the first day I had seen him at that gas station.
The moment his lips clasp around mine in a fierce, starving way, I feel my senses floating.
I moan, holding onto his shoulders in a way as if he is the only life support I have. His hand travels upwards and paints strong, bold patterns along my waist and on my lower back as he sucks onto my lower lip.
"V-", I moan again shamelessly and he lifts me up before I waste no time in wrapping my legs around his hips.
"Call me Tae...", he demands, sucking a hot, sweet bruise on the junction of my left shoulder and neck.
"T-Tae~ Tae-ah...", I smile in a daze, looking down at his dark yet wide, sparkling eyes.
"Call me yours...", Tae reaches up and captures my lips, biting at the seam of my mouth and licking it afterwards.
"Mine. Mine. My Tae-ah.", and he smiles... For the first time since I met him, he smiled against my lips.
