Recap :

"Jungkook..."

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The ride to the house was deadly silent. Even if I shifted on my seat, the leather would make a sound, that silent the ride was. He didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to say anything. The car stops in the driveway, and both of us climb out, still not breaking the ice. His silence is making it harder for me to stay calm and composed. I enter the room and quickly thought of an escape that is the bathroom.

As I hold the doorknob, Jungkook grabs my wrist, turning me harshly towards him. My back hits the door, making me hiss a little in pain. "Aren't you too bold in clubs?" He taunts. I keep my gaze away from his dead glares. "Why did you wear this? Huh?" He screams at me. My eyes close at the scream waiting for something worse to happen. I am too weak to answer. "Playing innocent, huh? You know what, forget about the deal," He holds the nape of my neck, pulling me towards his lips. "You didn't want this, but you're only tempting me to forget the deal."

I hold my hands against his chest to push him, but he pulls me in. Our lips get connected, and Jungkook didn't hold it back at all. He kisses me wildly like there is no tomorrow. I keep pushing, but he didn't move a single muscle.

He holds my waist and pulls me more into himself. I am lifted in the air. The next moment, I was on the bed, helpless. "Jungkook," I start, but he didn't let me say anything further. I struggle under his bulky body to get out but couldn't.

"You will not say a single word," He moves down from my lips. He holds my hands away from his chest, which was pushing him, to pin it down to either side of my head. He sucks on my neck as tears fall down my eyes. I try to move, but I am trapped under his body. He suddenly gets up and makes me sit up. We switch positions. He makes me sit on his lap. He raises my arms and removes my top, leaving me in nothing but a strapless bra. Before I could comprehend what happened, he kisses below my collarbone before sucking there.

A little voice of disgust leaves my mouth, which makes him smirk over my bare skin. He sucks on the same spot, making me moan again. "Jungkook," I shiver when his cold hands slide up and down my bareback. I unconsciously bend my neck feeling the goosebumps on my body.

"I said no words," He repeats himself. "But there is no second chance here," He smirks and puts me on the bed again. He swiftly removes his shirt, revealing his toned body with detailed abs and buffed pecks. As I was about to get up to escape, he hovers over me and holds me in place. "Not today," He lets out and kisses me again roughly.

If I could describe myself, then I am nothing but a crying mess. I get myself into this but wasn't expecting it to be this ugly. Jungkook pushes his lower toward mine, and I feel his erect member rubbing against my sensitive one. I moan a little loudly unconsciously. I could see his victory smirk with my blurry eyes. His fingers go down and rub my sensitive area once, making me jump up and away from his touch. "Wet already?" I feel the heat creeping up my whole body.

"Please, stop," I beg while sniffing on my uncontrollable tears and breathing heavily. "Please," I whisper and look into his dark and lustful eyes. He looks down with an unreadable expression and mysterious eyes.

He stands up and pulls me up as well. I am on my knees on the bed while he is standing straight on the floor. Still, my petite body isn't reaching his height level. He bends down and holds my cheeks tightly in his grasp. "Don't ever do things that would make me lose my control," He warns me. "I am letting you go doesn't mean I will do this next time too. I will fucking destroy you."

He lets go of my cheeks and walks out of the room. I watch him leave, and as soon as he leaves the room, I curl up on the bed with red puffed eyes and uncontrollable tears. "I am sorry, dad, but I have to," I whisper before crying my heart out into the pillow. I cover my body bearly with the duvet as I am too traumatized to do anything. I am scared if I even move to do anything, he would come back.

I hate you, Jeon Jungkook.

- Jungkook -

He walks out of the room, but something is holding him back. He isn't acting like himself anymore. He would look normal to others, but he knows that something is wrong with him. "Fuck it," He walks back upstairs into the room. He peeks in a little and hears light snores. Hana is knocked out on the bed just after covering herself. Jungkook feels a bit regretful, but he didn't admit it at all.

He slowly walks into the room and picks up Hana's top, placing it on the coffee table near the television. Hana is barely wearing anything. "This girl," He whispers with a sigh and walks into the closet to get her some pajamas. Even though he didn't want to do this, or he has never done this but still was doing it, and it's making me uncomfortable himself.

He returns with the clothes and slowly pulls Hana up. He is very well aware of Hana by now, he knows she is a heavy sleeper, but he didn't want to be harsh. He changes her clothes gently and doesn't let his desires take over him at all. Jungkook places her back on the bed and covers her properly. Jungkook glances once again at her, caught by her innocent face with tears. He couldn't help but stare cautiously at her features. Something feels strange here. He isn't like this at all. He admits that he feels like not giving Hana away, and the day he finally found her, he was beyond happy. But he isn't sure why he is like that?

"What am I doing? What are you doing to me, Hana?"

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Love is in the air~

And I breathe through the mask—

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