Fallen Angels || MYG • FF ~AU

Chapter 10

I slid my sweatpants back on and opened my bedroom door, looking out. I don't see or hear anyone. So I just continue on with what I'm doing. I can't shake the feeling that I'm forgetting something important, but I just shrug it off and continue down to the room. I make it to the door, lifting my weak arm to knock, but I get no answer. I reach my hand down and twist the handle. 'Huh, not locked..' I think to myself. I proceed to walk in. I leave the door open behind me because I will only be a second. I notice a nightstand table next to the bed with a pack of marlboro black shorts sitting on it. "There they are.." I say to myself as I walk over to the table. I pick up the pack of cigarettes, taking out just a few. I set the pack back down on the table and turn around to leave. Only, there is someone blocking the doorway.

There, standing in the doorway, was a tall figure, built like a machine. His arms are crossed over his puffed out chest. A smirk on his face so sharp it could cut diamonds. 'Shit.' I think back to mine and Namjoon's conversation. "Red whatever you do... Don't go into Jungkook's room." Room number one.

He takes a few steps forward, shutting the door behind him. He slowly starts walking towards me. "Little Red, how could you steal from me?" My heart is beating rapidly. I'm thinking over every possible way to get out of this room. He's blocking the door, so that's out of the question. This room doesn't have windows either. I'm trapped in here with him. There is no easy way out. I'm in checkmate.

'What do I do? Except my fate?' I don't know him. He is not who I thought he was. I decide to play along. I look at him, a smile forming on my lips. These are my favorite games. The kind of games that are based off of chance and skill. The kind that only the smarter, more decivious will win.
Feeling the cigarette I took between my fingers. I never take my eyes off of the man making his way towards me. I put the cigarette between my yellow stained teeth, igniting the flame setting the tip of my smoke on fire.
Making sure to blow the smoke directly into his face. I let out a slight laugh. "What's your problem man?" Jungkook is now nose to nose with me. Breathing in each other's breath, he says in a low growl. "Red, Don't you want to play with me?" He is running his hand up my side, while his other hand is caressing my face.
I never let my smile fade away. "Let's play Jungkook." I am leaning against a dresser. It stands as high as my waist. The dresser is up against the wall connecting the rooms. Jungkook never takes his hands off of me. He let his hands make their way to my ass. He lifts me up by my butt, setting me on the top of the dresser.
Should I be scared? Probably. Am I? Just a little, but I have a plan. While this fool thought he had me, I lean my head back against the wall giving him full access to my neck. While he was marking his territory on it I was listening through the thin walls. I could hear them talking, they were in there. Taehyung and the girl. With a rumble in my voice I whisper. "What Taehyung wants, Taehyung gets remember Jungkook?" He looks up at me, but never backing off. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I know this isn't going to end good, but it was either this or let him win.
I prepare to get hit for this, but I gather up every ounce of strength in my little voice and yell. "TAEHYUNG COME PLAY WITH ME!"

After my words were spoken, I take my cigarette and press it into his side. Instantly, I can feel the heat from Jungkook's rage burning against my skin. "You bitch!" He throws me off the dresser, onto the ground. He sits down in front of me, pulling my hands up. He tries to make me play rock paper scissors. "What the fuck are you doing man?" I am confused as hell. I was expecting to get hit in the face, but instead I'm playing rock paper scissors?
A moment passes by, I hear the same two pairs of feet running towards the door. The door flies open. "YOU WANT TO PLAY?! I KNEW YOU WOULD LIKE IT HERE. YOU AND KOOKIE ARE ALREADY GETTING ALONG?. I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY. LET'S GO PLAY IN MY ROOM!" As I begin to stand up, I shoot a deceiving smile at Jungkook, who is holding his side where the burn from my cigarette lies etched into his skin. I mouthe to him. "I win motherfucker."