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I really hate Jungkook at times.
That fucking bastard.
I cursed him over and over in my mind as he crossed his arms over his chiseled chest – and smirked as he watched me pack a bag full of clothes and other shit I would need during my stay at the Jeon house.
I knew that if I didn't pack my own bag...he would do it for me, and I didn't want him going through my underwear and bras. Then he would throw me over his shoulder and carry me to his house.
"Motherfucker..." I cursed yet again as I plopped my perfume bottle inside the bag. "Stupid man." My actions only got harsher as I basically threw my hairbrush in my bag as well.
"What was that, little one?" Jungkook asked, pierced brow raised as he reclined lazily in my desk chair. I huffed and turned around.
"I called you a stupid motherfucker." I stated bravely, eyes blazing.
Jungkook narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Only expelled air out of his nostrils, anger flashing in his eyes as I smiled at him sweetly.
"I don't know why you won't let me stay here," I groaned, zipping up my bag and throwing myself on my bed. Jungkook stood up from my chair and lazily ambled towards me, amused smirk in place.
"I'm nineteen." I added, "An adult, if you didn't already know." I sneered up at the ceiling. Jungkook stood above me and watched me.
"I know that more than you think," he mumbled to himself, unknowingly running his eyes up and down my body.
"Up." He ordered, eyes darkening by the second as I refused him.
I knew I was acting childish.
I just didn't care.
Jungkook growled lowly and grasped me by the waist and easily lifted me on my feet. I whined, groaning as his fingers tightened around my waist.
