Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
His voice silents
Jungkook's eyes expand
Jung hee's lips tremble
The blood from Namjoon's shoulder streamed like water, drenching his white shirt.
He fell to the...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
You laugh, loud, squeaky, cynical. It echoes. You kept laughing at his face as you placed your ear over his chest, "are you scared?" You whisper as you look into his eyes, leaning closer. "You wanna know more?" You say with an excited smile and see him gulp the lump in his throat. "Ah! It wasn't my intention to scare you, baby. I was just so excited to tell you about this."
He licked his lips, inhaling shuddering breaths as he shifted uncomfortably. You click your tongue, "I've more." You smile and place your head on his chest again. His lips quivered as he bit it, trying not to make it obvious that he was scared and might shit his pants. "W...what else?" He whispered as you smiled, feeling valued.
"I killed kim namjoon."
His stomach contorted, mind whirled. "H-how..?"
"Pushed him off his balcony. Motherfucker tried to threaten me." You chuckle and take the wine glass as you sip it, caressing his curls. Tears formed in his eyes. "J...Jung hee?" You frowned, "Jay killed her. Turns out namjoon told her everything, I dunno how." You grin and kiss the side of his face. You clicked your tongue and looked at him, pouting. "You were right, Jungkook. parks are annoying."
He looked at you with shuddered breath. "Aren't you horny, tonight?" You ask, fingers Tracing the side of his waist delicately. Pressing your chest at him, knee on his shaft. A small part of your chest is visible. If it had been the way it was, he probably wouldn't have kept his pants on till now. But it's not, so he's trying hard to not shit his pants.
"N-no..I promised you." He whispered, he rethought that line in his head a million times before it came to his throat. You smile sweetly and lean in for a deep, devoted kiss. He kissed back, it's not like he knew what to do anyway. His fingers clench the pillow on the side, tears threatening to fall. You pull away, still touching his lips. "So sweet. But I'm horny, tonight." You say and kiss his cheek before you join your lips again.
Kissing him passionately and rubbing your shaft against his. Take his hands and place them on your chests. You threw your head back and grind on him. More like you, yourself seek pleasure through this act. His hands slowly travelled down to your sides, not understanding the gravity of the situation.
He was confused, scared of you, "y/n."
You eventually stop and look at him, who is already staring at you. You smiled and leaned In to kiss to which he didn't respond. "I know. I'm in the bedroom." You whisper and wink before you laugh again and get off him, running to your bedroom.
Just as you go away, Jungkook inhaled and threw his head back, starting at the ceilings. The wine in the corner spill because of the strong winds coming through, suddenly. He bit his lower lip, contemplating what's the right choice. It was late at night, he hadn't found an answer yet. Eyes wide awake as he gulped the lump in his throat and walked inside the bedroom, stumbling on thin air.
You slept peacefully on your side of the bed as he walked and sat on his side of the bed. He checked his phone, and at 4:05 a.m. he took his legs up on the bed and gulped the lump in his throat for the millionth time. He's sleepless for god knows how many nights. His head was hurting, and he closed his eyes, feeling sleepy all of a sudden. And losing his last bit of strength in his sleep.
