[JUNGKOOK] Sweet and Bitter

Emotion

'From now on you'll be sleeping here', he rudely shoves the matras to me. Unbelievable.

I was already terrified to sleep in a murderer's mansion, but now he's forcing me to sleep in his bedroom. How lovely. Now I just have to hope he won't kill me in my sleep.

'Please, just let me sleep in the other room. I promise I won't even think about escaping', I beg him for the last and final time, hoping he would give in. Instead he looks at me with his deadly eyes, probably imagining how amazing it would be if I shut my mouth.

'How pathetic', he rolls his eyes and walks away to the bedroom. I silently make my way on the matras and lie down with the grey, blue blanket around me. I pull the blanket over my ears and smell on the cotton fabric.

Cinnamon? Maybe.

I let out a deep exhale while looking at the ceiling, thinking about everything that happened in no time.
'Our mission is to protect you' I repeat Namjoon's words in my head. Protect me from Jisub. But why these guys?

Why are they suppose to protect me?

It was all a stupid puppet show isn't it? Jungkook accidentally showing up in front of my car, while shot. It must be. But at the same time, why would they hurt their friend for such a thing? It all makes no sense.

After a while of unhelpful theories the door flies open. I sit up in reflection of time, watching the hot figure making his way to his bed.

A broad chest followed by a much smaller waist with perfectly sculptured chocolate abs. Only hold by a tiny towel around his waist. I look at his gorgeous face paired with the dark, now messy and wet, hair hanging beside his face.

My eyes fall on the tattoo that goes further up to his muscular arm. Which makes it even hotter than he already is.

Oh damn-

Calm down. Please.

This is a freaking hungry making meal.

A warm colour of embarrassment appears on my cheeks as he raises up his eyebrow in an attractive manner, while a smirk is planted on his lips.

'Am I distracting you?' Another flash of redness appears on my cheek. 'No? Now can I use the bathroom?', I deny with my head up, while trying to look away from the irresistible person.

He chuckles, 'Calm down pity. And yes you can.' I stand up immediately while almost running away to the bathroom. But instead I get trapped by him holding my wrist.

He turns me around while bending down to my face. He stops a couple inches in front of my lips. His hot breath fills the small space between us.

He softly loosens the grip around my wrist, but doesn't let go yet. Our eyes are connected the whole time, while strange feelings are heating up in my body.

The same rude smirk is still curved in his thin lips. He slides his tongue over it, before parting his lips to speak.

'The pink toothbrush is yours', he speaks in a deep man husky voice. I harshly pull myself away from him.

What on earth is wrong with this dude?

'You could've just told me normally', I hiss at him while walking away to the bathroom. I hear a warm laugh from behind, while he follows after me. 'It was normal. And besides you've got to get used to it.'

I turn around abruptly making him bump into me. The sudden touch of our bodies, makes a piece of electricity run through my body.

I take a few steps away from him to take look at him. 'How long am I going to stay here anyway?'

'Long enough, until we settled out our problems with that brother of yours', he says casually, not understanding that it's a freaking shock for me to live in a house of a hot murderer.

Long enough? What kind of problems even? Everything is so horribly frustrating.

'What problems?' He takes a deep breath while a bored look appears on his face. 'We can't tell you, remember?' I scoff with a face full of disagreement.

'You can't just lock me up in here and don't tell me what's going on', I say a bit to loud without the realisation of loosing my temper. He harshly steps forward, while taking his favourite part of my body, my wrist, and glueing me to his robust naked figure.

'My job is to keep you safe. And instead of running away and being a stubborn kid, just listen to me for once', he shouts in my face while still tightly holding on to my wrist that's starting to ache.

'Auch let go of me', I say softly with a voice of fear. Slowly he pulls away while taking a step back. A gloss of concern and a slight glimpse of guilt shows in his eyes.

'I didn't want to hurt you', he says almost unheard. I don't dare to look up at him, instead I travel my eyes to his bare feet. 'Look, it would be a lot more helpful if you didn't keep on making it harder for me to keep you here', he sighs with lack of energy.

He takes a step forward before softly grabbing my hand and gently brushing it with his fingers. The heat rushes to my cheeks again, because of the sudden touch of his skin.

'I never forgot how you saved my life, Y/n', he shyly says while breaking the eye contact.

Is he...apologising? My heart is beating faster and louder in my chest. For the first time he actually seems like a nice guy, instead of the cold and scary impression I got at first.

The continuing sweet touches on my skin are giving me shivers all over my body. I look up in his dark doe eyes while parting my dry lips to speak.

'What happened actually?' His eyes lock with mine. 'Nothing really important. My plan was to get to you, but I got in some trouble', he says normally while scratching his neck.

This is a total different person.

He might be a dark, fearing assassin from the outside, but there must be some emotion under it.

A slight piece of it he showed me today.
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The man's got emotion sweetheart.
I promise for something "interesting" in the second chapter.
And the introduce of the last two members will come soon.
Don't worry ;)