Chapter 4 - Merlot

15 2 0
                                    

Dark Paradise - Chapter 4 - Merlot 

You're frozen still, eyes quirking back and forth before you create flames at the soles of your feet, perching upon the sofa just a room away as you hear the scuttling of patent leather, the click of a door. They weren't Mark's, you could tell by the weight, the breathing – it wasn't him. Your back arches uncomfortably, your tremulous vision running to the coffee table. Bile tastes ever so grim against the lining of your throat as you take in your surroundings, head bowing down to the ornament opposite your gaze just in time. "Goodness! You startled me." Jungkook briskly moves to your location, his tone a plausible act. 'Don't be an imbecile' You reconcile. You're working up a cold sweat atop the back slope of your neck as you smile. "I was just admiring the decoration, it's truly wonderful, Jungkook." A blissful sigh taunts his lips as he closes his eyes for a moment, cheeks hollowing. "That's my name." He's jittering slowly, head bowling backward, tone an indigo whisper. You tell yourself not to itch a state of manic, you can't be obvious, don't let him in. - for Mark. "Mark told me to come see how things were with you."

Liar.

He's a perjurer, a cold-hearted maniac. You are sure of it. Mark would never send someone, let alone a complete stranger to notify your well-being. You fold your arms, trying to fill your eyes with a sense of character. "I take it you two aren't getting along too well?" Honey resides at the tip of your tongue, rolling out soft notes as Jungkook becomes the fly, lifting his urges to devour the trap. "You don't like him, do you?" He's intrigued, eyeing you with great approbation. His lips rub together, his blood is pulsating, craving more. "What makes you say such a thing?" He elevates a brow, running a hand through his hair. You smirk opportunely, he knows you know everything. "Mark wouldn't have sent you." Your words are a bludgeon in his lungs, well expected. He wants to punish himself for being so careless, letting you in, but he couldn't resist, no, not you. "That's a real shame." His voice a blissful plea, he leans in, fingertip grazing your chin. "I'd treat you so much better than he ever could." You continue to grin as his hands grovel around your neck, they are tightening, making you gasp for air, you are finally the mouse and Jungkook is the one in control – the vicious, blood-thirsty feline.

Within seconds you have the twinkling weapon in your hands; finger deep in his arm, a wince leaving his mouth as he cowers to the floor. Your hand wraps around his throat, constricting him like the smoothest of snakes. You keep your foot atop his sighing chest, twisting it painfully under the crushing pressure. "Where's Mark?" You prick the box cutter deeper, watching him yelp. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He sifts a dry chuckle, eyes in adoration of your violent snap. "I'm not going to ask again." You peel the jagged edge from his skin, dragging it along to his shoulder blade. He's seizing up in agony, but that crooked smirk doesn't falter, a black hole swirling in each iris. "Where is my boyfriend?" Your emotions are loosening, anger filling your features. Stop. You pry at your thoughts. You can't show him he's getting to you. He flashes you a devilishly impenetrable demeanour, garnet gaze eclipsing magnificently.

You feel yourself slipping out of focus, you prayed he was untouched by the deranged lunatic who'd housed you only a day prior, you want to feel his arms around you if only once more, the sound of his voice soothing you to sleep. "You were doing so well." Jungkook sighs, feeling you struggle beneath his grip, the way you contort your entire shape to try and overpower him. Adorable – He thinks. He's watching you grotesquely, imagining the taste of the delicate skin on your face, he wants to tear every piece of you apart until your bones are left bare, a scarce reminder of the magnificent portrait he'd shared a lovely Jasmine with. You spit venom at him, feeling the rugged maroon in your veins pump vigorously as he tears the measly weapon from your grip, tossing it across the room. Screeching at the highest frequency your voice possibly carries; you await the chance to slip your foot into his face, shoving it back and forth until he can't bear it any longer, only one thought comes to mind. You have to find Mark.

The wind is carrying a particularly grimacing energy, as if it were in on the entire ordeal, fighting you against the direction you'd ran in. You continue to scuttle, hurling into a ball of momentum as you graze your knees, slices of carmine on your torn skin. You don't stop, lightning bolts igniting in the air as thunder clouds caress them elegantly, the scent of hazy pollen drafting in the air. At last you hear him calling out your name, he's rattling a bundle of laughter, awaiting to hear that oh-so-sweet cry of pain he imagined on your lips – nothing takes him higher than the desperate nature of his soon to be delicacy, his scrambling prey. You gush your way into a ditch, sheltering beneath a fallen tree root and its adorning lime leaves, or what's left of them. Jungkook is gargling at the sense of your presence, despite the rather prominent scents upon the darkening air, nothing is brawnier than the heavenly fragrance he wrote as you. You hear the whistle of his breath, a jagged footstep, you imagine the brutal end, at least, for you. You'd much rather die than let the thought of Mark having left this earth before you – engraved into your mind.

You halter at every pause, hearing him sway further and further away from your spot. You're not stupid enough to believe he didn't have a weapon, something he'd unarguably bludgeon you with if he had gotten the chance. You wait out a little while longer, thumbs curling around the wood as you pull yourself out of the crevice, continuing toward the only place you undoubtedly remembered. You perch beside the vehicle, ducking down at the natural instinct of fear tainting your ear frame. - It's just the hurling wind. Your heart is palpitating, thumping against your chest as you finger the clicked handle, the door already wide open. An angels' touch washes over the garnet gem residing in the left side of your chest, only when you see the vermillion droplets encasing the once slick interior of your lover's car do you fight back a fearful whimper. It's the courage of the strongest emotion, rhythmically inkling inside of you that gives you just enough momentum to power forward – still silent, wishing the worst of reasons for those stains to stay a rumour rummaging across your mind.

Love conquers all.

Dark Paradise | JungkookWhere stories live. Discover now