"Are you feeling better?" I lowly ask while the syringe is in my arm.
"I'm fine," he simply answers.
"You didn't seem fine," he sighed and looked up, but not at me.
"I lost control for three seconds, can you stop bringing it up?" I was surprised at how he raised his voice.
"What if those three seconds you had been successful in sinking your teeth into me? You would've really lost control and I would be dead!" I yelled.
He only chuckled. "Funny. Not long ago you were begging for me to kill you. What changed?" He asked. A question I didn't really know the answer to. What did change?
"Seeing you torture yourself over me has become amusing. Why miss out on the rest of the show?" I leaned in. I didn't usually act like this, but being locked in here with his attitude on top, has really pushed my buttons.
"Over you?" He tilted his head with a smirk. "Now that's what's amusing," he got up and walked out very quickly.
What. An. Ass.
Sometimes he's nice, and sometimes he's like this. What's up with him, anyway? Did yesterday traumatize him that much?
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Blood and Bread (m) | Jungkook ✔
Fanfiction[Completed] +++++++++++++ "Don't! Why do you need it anyway?" he stays silent and doesn't answer. Once the syringe is pulled out of my arm a drop seeps out. He takes his finger and collects the drop. He looks at his finger then smirks at me, while...
