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Jungkook's pov
I felt impatient....a lot!
His lips were soft, plump....something you want to just ravish. Ravish it untill you recede the turmoil it brings, the conflicts it arises inside your head.
I waited for the awaited push, impatient at the same time to quench my thirst. I don't know whether this happens because of the heat of the moment, or just simply because this desire was there from the start.
Irrespective of the both, it felt right.... to the extend, I feel threatened by it. There were blunt answers always for the counters that my rationality forwards. It muses me how perfectly I covered up every questions that speaks against taehyung.
I was going against myself, my rationality, my morality....and for whom?
For my arch enemy.... who I suppose to hate!
Instead of the expected push, I felt a tug against my neck. A lingering desperation evident in it. My head spinned when he cocked his head sideways, giving me more access to his lips.
Though the urge to just grab his neck and kiss him till he felt breathless was dominating my every neuron, I abrubtly retreated. Chiding myelf internally for seccumbing in to my desires. He quickly looked up, eyes hazy with bright red cheeks.
"W-Why did you stop? "
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you without your consent" I apologized sincerely. His eyes didn't move away, rather they just stayed at my face. I felt my guts churning with anticipation, his silence scaring me.
"Do whatever you want, Jungkook? " The stark allowance shook me, the mere approval felt more pleasurable than my all victories I had in my lifetime.
How could he trust me with his body? He shouldn't permit me like....this! What if I didn't meet his expectations?or what if he will regret it later?
"I won't regret anything! " I peered at him flabbergastly, grasping for any clue that how was he able to read my mind so accurately. But my every unnecessary thought flew away when he leaned closer to me, our lips some millimeter away,
"Do something.......please! " My heart almost leaped out of my ribcage, his look wasn't lecherous, it was something passionate. A needy haze layering his dark sunken eyes, his sharp features softening into little fluffy pillows.
He gasped when I crushed our lips again, this time moving them right away. I really want to take it slow, to relish these mere seconds for my whole life, but the blazing turmoil within me; the thought it might be our last kiss made me feel one unknown emotion____
____selfishness,
I feel selfish to let him go. The reluctance to leave him without claiming him was burning right beneath my hot skin....i want him all by myself, for me alone and for every single time.
The furious desire igniting within me came out from my mouth, moulding our tougnes into a heated make out. His defenseless plaint body felt delicate against me, and the ponder that anybody can take him away from me gives me visible goosebumps.
My one hand flew around his waist, grabbing him more closer to me while another one clasp tightly on his nape, a needy moan escaping his lips when I tugged on his long dark hair.
If this kiss wasn't effecting me, the stark surrender of his body surely did. His limp body felt suddenly incomplete, and as if by luck, I felt the chosen one to complete him. I felt the sudden urge to mould him, anyhow I want, till he was nothing but a mere withering thing for me to feast on.
But then there was another side of me, who wants nothing but to protect him and keep him away from this world. To be the only lucky one to watch him every morning and night, to be the only one to admire him and to care for him.
When i felt a shuddering tug on my chest, I reluctantly pushed myself away. The voidness coming back, and I felt the need to shout badly, to cuss those enjoyable seconds to pass away this soon.
But everything comes back to cloud nine when I gazed at his face. The sharp features morphing themselves into nothing but desperation. Eyes droopy with emotions, lips ruined with the shade of blood, cheeks puffed out.
And yet again I felt another contrary thought arising inside me.....
That he looks innocent!
I was unable to deny the naked fact that indeed this taehyung right here sitting on my legs was completely different from that signature smirk carrying little dark king. They didn't felt comparable, not in any way.
Was I misunderstood? Did I find the real him now?
I stared at him, noticing how he was inhaling deep breath to dwindle the breathlessness inside him. His lips curling inbetween his teeth, and I suddenly felt utterly lucky to actually taste them.
When he noticed my gaze, his hands quickly unclenched my garment he was holding on, staggering up abruptly. His warmth evaporating right away, and fear again ingrained inside my mind.
'Did he not enjoy the kiss or wasn't I what he expects? Did I did something wrong? ', My ponders felt stretching in every direction, contorting themselves into every negative possibilities. Before he could say anything, I added up first.
"I am sorry if I wasn't good! I never kissed someone. It was my first, I d-don't know wh____"
"You were g-good! " He whispered quitly, cutting my insecurities right away. I smiled awkwardly, my cheeks reddening when I notice a little blemish over his lip,
Was I that desperate?.....for the kiss or for him?
He completely avoided my gaze, his eyes fixed on his late father's body. The redness that covered his face and neck loosing it's colour, replaced by a more pale and blanch colour.
I pray for nothing but his silence this time. I don't want him to stiocly look at me again and mutter, 'I don't want to see your face again'.
This thought alone brought bile up-to my throat, the anticipated cold request perspireing me into hot sweat.
My breath catch in my throat when he darted at me, his eyes immaculate and emotionless. The surge of adrenaline quickly pumped against my viens as I waited for his words.
He signed wearily, his eyes looking away before he walked by me. Now silence felt more suffocating, more fearful, more disturbing.
If he is having a upheaval within, I want to be the cause to remedy it. It doesn't matter if that includes some hits and punches.
I can tolerate that.....for him, he helped me with the turmoil I had some minutes ago, right!
"Wait!..... " The single word escapes without my knowledge, it felt as desperate as when he muttered 'please'earlier to me. He halted abruptly, but didn't turned back.
"If you are thinking about your father's death, I am sorry about it. I know what you might be feeling right now......."
"No, you won't....." He paused abruptly, as if he gulped down a sob that was about to escape. Before turning to me, he inhaled a deep breath,
"....you never will. How could you understand my pain when you never experience it? Were you ever away from your dad for atleast a week......?" He sarcastically asked, I shook my head in denial. I never was, as long as I know my dad and I were always together. At some point, my mom would complain that I loved him more than her, and I know, that was true.
I love my father to death, and thinking about this tragic accident happening to him was enough to shiver me. Now thinking about it, I realized how strong taehyung was to actually bear it this sanely.
"Huh, see how your colours drained out? Tell me, are you feeling my pain now? " He asked again. I gazed at his eyes, which were trying there best to stay nonchalant but for how long, I could already are are the wavering emotions swirling waves inside them.
His eyes were truly the window to his soul! They had always been mundane eerie sunken dark eyes to me, but today I felt there is more to them than these few mere words could describe.
They are deep, enigmatic and sinkingly alluring. The darkness that resides within them was shocking, depicting how deep and mysterious there owner was. The sharp edges of his eyes could vividly chop anybody by the strong stare they produce. But yet again, they were that beautifully rare that can lure anybody.....
......something worth to put your life at stake!
As if in spell, I stepped toward him. Our eyes still locked in a heated contact, neither of us backing down any soon.
"I could never! But you know, you can hit me if that relieves your pain. I cannot feel it but I can minimize it......" I neared him, his breaths increasing again into rapid breathless pants.
I looked down at him, his eyes still stuck to mine, "....Do whatever you want, taehyung!"
I don't know if my mind tricked me, but I saw his breath almost stopping. Gasping, his hands subconsciously tightened together, jaw clenched firmly.
I don't know whether he was preparing himself for the blow or restraining himself from it, either way his eyes were examining me again....
....like earlier when I backed down from the kiss. He was angry, I could feel it, but then there was also a placate desperate emotion looming around his eyes that put me on question.
What is that desperation? What does he want?
But before any other question would have ran across my mind, his fist collided with my jaw.....and then again.... And again.
I didn't protest. I couldn't when I felt we were sharing his pain. This thought elates me to the extend that the little stinging pain in my jaw felt nagligible.....
I felt happy to think that the pain that arose in my jaw was the same pain he lost while punching. If hurting me could reduce his agony, then be it.
When he felt exhausted, he leaned down on his knees, before looking up at me.
"Felt the pain! "
"You tell me, do you felt relief! " I asked him instead, he chuckled before dropping his gaze below,
"Yaah, kinda! "
"Then how can I feel pain!" I muttered before I could possibly stop my mouth, his body tenses as he refused to meet my gaze.
"Let's go. We have nothing left here! " He uttered quitly, turning around before heading to the exit direction.
"Wait! " I called out again, he quickly payed me a stare over his shoulder,
"I am fine now. Don't need to show your sympathetic ass?" I want to protest at the wrong choise of words, but I kept my cool.
He was already going throught a lot!
"No, there is something over there! " I pointed at a particular shiny thing lieing by the pillar,
This looks familier but I couldn't pin point what!
Taehyung quickly dashed toward it, picking it up before surveying it keenly.
When I neared him, my eyes almost popped out when I gazed at the shiny thing,
'Royal light necklace, what is it doing here? '
I bit my insides of cheek to stop any irrelevant word coming out of it. If he get to know about it, he surely will act impulsive and maybe hate me even more.
This thought shuts my mouth completely, my hands shakingly asking for it. He squited his eyes suspeciouly but didn't said anything.
"Can I see it? " I pleaded, he nodded before handing me the shiny necklace. Guilt again washed over my system when I infer it was real,
So someone from my family indeed was behind his father's death, behind Bogum's death and what else not!
"Do you know what it is? " He questioned gingerly, his eyes fixed at me. I know he was already getting suspecious, maybe I didn't handle my emotion that well.
"No, I don't!" I shrugged slowly, patting myself for not stuttering. He nodded feebly, his eyes still unconvinced.
"I am going! " He said coldly, his words heavy and strained.
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Hye pretty people. How was the chapter? I hope you enjoy. Do tell me if the story line is satisfactory.
I feel sometimes it is getting boring....i don't know, I amd literally confused. And yaah,
What do you think will happen? Who is the killer in your opinion?
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Zuha_______