You've always know something was unusual with your childhood friend. He looked like any other kid but he has this aura surrounding him. A dark aura that emits from him every time you see him and his eyes, his eyes are like nightfall. They are cold and you can feel it to your bones when you look at him. He has a peaked interest in violence, although he doesn't always show it to the public but you can just feel it in him.You cannot forget the incident that happened ten years ago, the night you found him glaring at your pet cat. The look on his eyes were atrocious as he reached his hand to lock around the poor animal's neck and gradually tightened his grip around it. Your cat fought for his life, landing it's sharp claws on his hand and causing his blood to trickle but, even that, didn't bother him. He was set on violence. You couldn't watch anymore and you ran to intervene. You grabbed his arm and told him to stop at once. He released your pet and looked at you like he had no remorse at all.
He has this need to control and dominate everyone around him as if he was born to rule over them. He carried himself that way ever since you met him and that, unusual as it is, attracted you to him. You loved him ever since. He doesn't say or show it in particular but he has affection for you as well. This affection is something that's out of his character. He doesn't understand how you, who is plain and an average human, can bring him out of his own darkness.
Jungkook didn't bother knocking as he was into your bedroom unannounced, wearing a frown on his face, "What is this?"
You directed your gaze on his hand where he was holding his phone to your face. A smile instantly grew on your face when you saw the picture you took of him sleeping like an infant.
"Oh that." I grinned, "That's you sleeping."
"I wasn't asking about that." Jungkook growled and then sighed, his eyes rolling towards the back of his head again. "I'm deleting this."
"No!" You grabbed at his forearm. The firm muscles underneath his hot skin. Yes, hot. His skin always feels like it's burning and that was a normal thing for him as he is, 'Hellborn', he says.
"It's my phone. I'm deleting it." Jungkook fought with you as you tried to grab the phone out of his hands.
"But it's cute!" You replied, standing at the tip of your toes.
"I hate it." Jungkook said, securing his phone in his jean's pocket before he lifted you up on his shoulder effortlessly. He began to walk to your bedroom. "You are annoying me."
"Yay, free ride!" You cheered, irritating him more. You love your hot tempered, boyfriend from Hell.
Jungkook set you down on your bed and you rolled over the sheets, propping your head up with one hand as you lied on your side. You gave him a wink while you let your hand roam on the sheets, "Kookie.. come here."
"Don't call me that." He frowned.
"Aw, don't be so grumpy. Come here and I will make you feel better." You continued to sweet talk him, now patting the space beside you. "Come on, I don't see you that often since you moved back to Hell."
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FanfictionAn unusual collection of fluffy, funny, romantic, smutty with a subtle hint of kink Bangtan stories. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ 1. Handle your feels well 2. Don't read in a public place if you don't want people to think you're a crazy person giggling all by yo...