Unstable [Jikook]

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White.

The room was white in every direction. The walls, the floor. There wasn't any windows at there, but even so the place was illuminated by the lights on the ceiling. It made the place shine in a very annoying bright white.

He hated it.

White was boring, and he always loved red, after all. Red was the supremacy of the colours, and just to feel more comfortable, he imagined the room all painted in red. That kind of thing almost brought him a smile.

"Look at me."

That voice. That voice brought him back to the white.

The fucking white.

He look back at the walls, but the red wasn't that anymore.

Shame.

Bored, he finally moved his eyes to the source of the voice. That voice.

He could recognise his voice anywhere.

Jimin's voice.

Jimin's face.

Jimin.

"I am" he sais, now looking straight at his eyes.

His face was the same as he remembered. Beautiful. Perfectly beautiful, even though his big brown eyes where look at him with fear and anger. But he liked that, the way Jimin stared at him with a mix of disgust and hatred. He loved that, actually.

Anger was red. Anger was the colour that Jimin's cheeks got when he looked at him that way. Anger was the colours of Jimin's lips. He could almost swallow it. Take it in his hands.

"Did you come here to visit me?"he asked, approaching the glass wall between then until his nose was touching the cold material. "Missed me already?"

Jimin's face contorced in a strange face, his body instantly moving back, far from the thin glass line. His cheeks got red, his breath hitched. His face were red too.

Jimin was red. A delicious kind of red.

"...You are sick."

Now, that again.

Every time was the same thing. Jimin would come and visist him, ask why he did what he did, and insult him.

"You are sick!", "You are a monster", "Taehyung was so much better than you, he didn't deserve that!" 

But every time he would came back, and they would do that again, and again...

"Am I?" He put his hand on the glass wall, wishing it was Jimin's face. The chains in his hand made a very annoying sound. "Maybe I am. But you love it, don't you? You still love me."

He denied again.

But his voice cracked. He was lying, he knew it. Jimin was a bad lier, after all.

"So why are you here?" he asked, leaning against the table.

"I need to know."

"Ok. Know what?"

He saw his hand through the glass wall. Nervously shaking above his thighs, tugging his paints, curling in fear.

"Just ask me" his lips were touching the wall this time, and he wished it was Jimin's lips. He always loved his lips. They where so fucking soft, so goods to bite, so kissable. He looked at his face, his lips. Perfect. "And I will answer."

After a deep breath, Jimin finally said something, and that seemed like he was taking something really painful out of his chest.

"Why? Just tell me why... Why y-you did all that things...?"

And then, Jungkook couldn't hold the smirk anymore.

"Everything I did was for you." he said simply.

"I never asked you to hurt people, or my friends" Jimin said again, forcefully. "You are just crazy. A monster... I trusted you... And you did that to all of them... You are a monster..."

Jimin was shaking know, crying. His face was red, red with angry.

And he loved that. He couldn't deny that he wanted to fuck him right on that white room. Tie him on a chair. Kiss him. Spank him. All those thoughs came back on his dirty head, and that made him painfully aroused. His eyes were a lustful dark when his gaze hit Jimin's. He couldn't handle it.

"Enough with that. The monster speech is getting old now, my dear. We both know that Taehyung is better chopped into pieces than throwing himself on you every damn time like he used to do." he murmured against the glass. "But when I had the decency to deal with that garbage, you all assumed I was a psychopath with no heart."

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head lightly. The cockiness on her lips was something constant.

"But they are wrong, my dear. I have a heart. It's yours. I belong to you, as much as you belong to me." Jungkook licked his dried lips, smiling widely. "The funny thing is that you know that. You know we both belong to each other. No one can have you. I owe you. All your body, your hear, your soul. All of you."

Jimin gasped. His eyes were now bigger than a baseball ball.

That scared face again.

But even so, he could see that thing. That thing he knew very well. Lust. Want.

Jungkook could taste his desire in his tong.

"And even when you turn around and get out of here, saying to yourself that you hate me, you'll be lying. Because, Park Jimin, you belong to me... And you fucking know that."