My Mafia Stepbrothers (BTS FF)

Chapter 24- More Problems

We got home from the cafe and we all sat in the living room. 

"I gotta go pick up something from the post-office." Yoongi said as he got up. 

"Oh, I need something from there too. I'll come with you." Namjoon said. 

"Sure, let's go." He replied as they both left the room. 

It was just Jungkook and I left in the room.

He came to sit next to me and started cuddling me. 

"Jungkook stop it." I whispered. 

He shook his head. 

"You're nice and warm. I'm too comfortable." He said as he stuffed his face into my hair. 

"Please get off of me." I said as I tried to move away. 

"There's no one else here. It's just the two of us." He reminded me. 

"It doesn't matter, just get off of me!" I pleaded.

He held me tighter. 

I began to feel uncomfortable. 

He put his face in the crook of my neck. 

"Jungkook, let go!" I shouted through gritted teeth. 

"Aren't you comfortable?" He asked without moving his face. 

"Clearly not." I rolled my eyes.

He pulled me closer to him and put my head on his chest and wrapped his arms around me, then closed his eyes. 

He sighed, happily. 

I struggled to move. 

He kissed my cheek. 

"Stop!" I shouted. 

"No." He replied as he ran his fingers through my hair. 

He covered my eyes. 

I grabbed his hand trying to get if off, but he put his other hand on it and held it. 

He kissed my hand. 

"Get off!" I screamed. 

"I thought we had something special." He finally spoked. 

"How many times must I tell you that it was a one-time thing?!" I shouted. 

"It can be a two-time thing.." He whispered into my ear. 

My eyes widened in fear. 

Before I knew it, he smashed his lips against mine again. 

He was kissing me properly this time. He wasn't holding back. He was holding my face and every couple of seconds, he would pull my face closer to his and go even harder. 

He was waiting for me to kiss him back but I didn't.

He slid his hand down my neck. I stopped it from going any further. 

He was annoyed by that so he pulled my hair instead. 

I squealed because it hurt. 

He smirked. 

He pushed me off of him so that my head was on the armrest of the couch. 

Our lips didn't leave each other's. He leaned on me.