𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙪𝙮 | PJM ff

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙢

My stomach felt sick as things began to seem suspicious.

I couldn't text Jimin for help either.

I took a deep breath and ran to the doorway where my bag was laid at.

"The fuck?" I cursed as I started pulling the doorknob.

The doorknob was somehow locked and there wasn't anything but a small key hole made under it.

I turned around and scanned the room.

Key, key ,key.

I gasped when I couldn't hear the noise of running water anymore.

He had finished his shower.

As if I could see through the thick wall, I could imagine him standing on the mat cleaning his body with a towel already.

I flipped through every book that I saw, opened every drawer that my eyes landed on.

Nothing.

I pulled my hair trying not to scream.

I wanted to scream for being so dumb and weak.

Why can't I even protect myself?

I could have avoided what's going to happen today but I just stepped into the trap like a mouse.

Wait.

What about the closet?

It was located right next to the door so it's possible that he just left the key there.

I ran to it and within seconds, my fingers came in contact with something cold and heavy.

I sighed feeling a glowing splint of hope had just popped up in my heart.

I inserted the key with my trembling hand.

I bit my lips when frustration took over me because I couldn't steady my hand.

Tak!

It went in.

But it was exactly the same time when Jungkook walked out of the bathroom.

I did not notice that my face had gone pale already, my lips were purple.

Jungkook understood what I was trying to do - to escape from him - when he saw the key inside the keyhole.

His hair was damp, drops of water were hanging at the tip of his hair, sliding down his neck. His chest was exposed as his red bathrobe was never intentionally tied tight.

He took a glance at the ceiling and exhaled. He turned his head and let out a dry laugh. He ruffled his hair. The feeling when droplets of water splashed onto my arm sent me goosebumps.

It's close.

"What are you doing?" He asked with the simplest expression on his face, making him seem even more hazardous.

"Uh.. I was just," I stuterred.

"Waiting for me?"

"Yeah, of.. course," I answered and it was cut off with hiccups.

He licked his lips and ran though his hair with his slender fingers again.

He began to laugh but I could sense and could be completely sure that it was a laugh of pure annoyance, "you're so cute Seohyun. To follow me all the way, to my...house! And even into my room."

He exclaimed when his eyes shone with desire and thirst for whatever-it-is.

"If I knew all it needed for you to come with me was a simple 'sorry', how much time would I have saved? We probably would have done what we're about to do-" he moisturized his lips again. "-for a damn lot of times."

I gulped, my head shook. "What are you- going to do? Can't you just let me go?" I was sobbing by the time the last few words came out of my throat.

"Shhh," he hissed as he brushed against my bottom lip with his finger. I whimpered under his touch. "It's not going to be painful. Not that much."

"Why- Why me?" I cried. My back hit the door, there's no way out.

He chuckled, "cause you're my girlfriend! Please don't tell me you trusted what I said earlier. Well- Technically I did nothing wrong cause I never said we have broken up, that you could get rid of me."

He beamed a devilish smile.

His right hand traced down my jawline and it tightened around my throat. By then, I was a crying mess, feeling suffocated because of my own rising fear, my muffled words in between sobs and his firmer grip.

He leaned closer and I only became quieter, maybe I should just obey and perhaps everything will happen more quickly?

It's always going to happen anyways, it's just a matter of time and place.

And person.

But this way, I won't have to fear no more.

Isn't it?

I slowly closed my eyes.

A drop of hot hopeless tear rolled down my cheek.

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