"It's all your fault. You damn girl," Jungkook growled, his voice low and gravelly, full of frustration and intensity. He reached out, gripping your arm firmly, yet his touch was not entirely harsh. With a swift motion, he pulled you to your feet, making sure you met his piercing gaze. The tension in the air was palpable, and a mix of anger and something unspoken swirled between you. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the weight of his words hanging heavy as you struggled to understand the storm brewing in his eyes.
"What? " Your voice trembled, and your heart sunk the moment the blade of a knife was felt against your throat.
You could barely see him. It was night. Only the lights coming from the window were helping you somehow to see his features.
"You piss me off, you stupid girl.
All because of you.
Now I am here because of your fucking existence. Because I hated how they started to have feelings for you. I hated their thoughts. It made me sick. So I had to wake up completely and make them shut the fuck up!" Jungkook yelled. Then he pushed you against the wall.
"Why? " You managed to ask. Your voice was barely heard as you were fighting to swallow your tears.
"Why what? "
"Why so much hate? All I wanted was to make you feel safe."
Jungkook let out a small laugh at that.
"Safe." He mockingly imitated you. "With you?" Jungkook continued, his dark eyes stopping in yours.
"I never wanted any harm."
"Of course not. But you wouldn't say no to this." Jungkook smirked as the knife tip came down your collarbone, then traced the side of your body. Doing this, his eyes never left yours. And you shivered under the feeling of the knife tip against your skin. It wasn't too painful, but you could feel it cutting your flesh.
"So... which one? "
"Huh? "
"Which one do you want, Y/N? Just curious." Jungkook's expression was now a complex mask of emotions, his dark eyes piercing through you as he awaited your response with an intensity that made your heart race.
Your words felt trapped, lodged in your throat, while a shiver coursed through your body every time his warm breath brushed against your cheek. The heat radiating from him amplified the tension, and you found yourself pressed firmly against the cool wall, entirely at his mercy.
"I've spent countless nights wondering what you'd be like," you said, your tone soft. "I've tried to envision you, to understand how you would feel after waking up and coming to terms with everything that's happened to you. I yearn to know you-every part of you. Not just the surface, but the depths of your mind."
"You will never be able to do that because I can't even grasp my thoughts. How could an outsider like you ever hope to understand? And you didn't answer my question... NoOnA."
With a sudden, daring motion, Jungkook nipped at your earlobe, his breath sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. "Who do you like?" he questioned, his voice low and teasing.
"And you will never have your answer," you asserted, your grip tightening on the fabric of his shirt, nails digging in as if to anchor yourself in the moment.
"Such a brave little being," he mused, his laughter a melodic sound that contrasted with the moment's intensity. His fingers delicately threaded through a strand of your hair, playing with it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "But why not?"
"Because right now, you're looking down at me as if I'm merely an object of curiosity," you shot back, every word laced with defiance. "You don't care about my existence, about who I am. So why should I ever consider showing you my heart?"
Jungkook fell silent, the shift in his demeanor almost palpable as he traced the line of your jaw with his fingertips, mapping your features with unexpected tenderness. His touch moved slowly, lingering around your lower lip, his thumb pausing at your piercing, sending an involuntary shudder through your chest. The gentle contact left you breathless, your resolve waning in the warm cocoon of vulnerability he had wrapped around you.
"I could kill you so easily."
"You would do that? "
"Who do you like, Y/N? Who do you want?" Jungkook's voice was teasing, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, effectively trapping you between his strong arms. His breath was warm against your skin, his nose just inches from yours, creating an electric tension in the air. You could feel your heart pounding louder with each passing second. Despite his persistent questioning and the magnetic pull of his gaze, you stubbornly shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut tightly, wishing for a moment of escape from his interrogation.
Jungkook smiled. He let the knife fall onto the floor before grabbing the sides of your waist and pulling you closer to him.
You grabbed his upper arms, digging your fingernails into his flesh as you fought the burning sensation in your body. It was overwhelming. His presence and how his eyes sparkled under your intense gaze freaked you out. You couldn't let him see how he made you feel. You couldn't lose your head. He had blood all over him. What if he killed someone? And what were you doing?
"What do you want from me? "
You watched as his intense gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes, creating an almost magnetic pull that left you breathless. "I wonder," Jungkook mused, tilting his head slightly as he closed the distance between you. His face inched nearer, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, igniting a spark of electricity that made your heart race. At that moment, your hands, which had previously pushed on his arms, transformed into a desperate grip, pulling him closer as if trying to erase any space between you.
"You." You finally answered his question. And Jungkook's breath hitched.
His hands were now placed against the wall the moment his fists clenched; his eyes closed as he tried to breathe.
"Do not search for me. Don't come close to me ever again. Because I swear I will kill you." Jungkook whispered out loud as you were staring at each other. Your eyes warm and dark as they took in every inch of his face.
"You picked the wrong guy," Jungkook added more before grabbing your hands and removing them from him. Then, picking up his knife lying on the floor, he turned around and left.