The Virgin[K.NJ] ✔️

• Ｆｏｕｒｔｙ - Ｓｅｖｅｎ •

Pt 3

" Mina get out." Namjoon states, keeping his gaze locked onto you. Having more of a glaring battle with each other.

" What? But I haven't-"

" OUT." He growls. Mina huffs annoyed, grabbing her clothes trying to change into them but Namjoon didn't give her that option. " Change outside."

" I'm not stepping outside naked."

" Oh, please Mina. Half of this campus saw your ass naked. Get the fuck out before I have to forcefully drag your ass out." Mina scoffs offended. Without another word, she walks out the dorm naked just as he asked for.

It was like a damn relief watching her walk out that damn door. That's new.

He pulls up his sweats, sitting on the couch his thumbnail in between his lips eyeing you in silence, practically eye fucking you. Never have you ever spoke to him in such a way.

You tugged on the restrain that had you strapped to the arms of the chair unable to get out of them. Growing more and more frustrated, actually reaching your peak of aggravation not to mention that pain in your chest. It's just to much and it's really brining out a new persona of yourself.

" UNTIE ME." You shouted, kicking your feet trying with every force to get out of this fucking chair. Mentally you were pissed off at yourself. Why let him tie you to a damn chair?

" If you apologize. I gave up a fuck because of your mouth." Namjoon deadpans, smiling back in return.

" Apologize?" You grit through your teeth, hands bawling into fists. " I should apologize?! YOU FUCKED SOMEONE IN FRONT OF ME! YOU SHOULD FUCKING APOLOGIZE."

Namjoon hisses, leaning forward prompting his elbows on his knees. " Keep going."

" JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS CHAIR!"

" Not until you apologize." He firmly demands, leaning back into the couch.

" Namjoon," You growled, looking dead into his eyes filled with rage. " Untie me." Tone was calm yet deadly.

" I'm not repeating myself." Words could not actually describe the whirl of emotions rushing throughout your body. You weren't going to apologize, why the fuck should you even apologize? Maybe because you fucked his friends? But you surely didn't fuck them in front of him.

You leaned back into the chair, giving up scoffing, yet smiling with the words that were going to slip right out your mouth. " Yoongi gives better head then you and certainly knows how to fuck better."

That definitely hit a nerve on his behalf. His ego was really taken a toll for. A couple of angry chuckles gets pass, scooting to the edge of the couch poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

" Excuse me?"

" I'm not repeating myself." He quickly shoots to his feet, startled by his sudden quick movement. He rests his hands onto your arms gripping them while he leans down right in front of your face, his warm breath caressing your lips.

" Say it again." He growls.

Swallowing thickly, a challenging look in your eyes. With every drop of courage you had, or more like aggravation you sat up straighter, shoulders back and chin high.

" Yoongi fucks better then you. Gives—" He grips onto your jaw, tugging you forward the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

" Finish it."