"You don't know the hell you put me through,
When you kiss the skin that tries to crawl from me."

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"Oh my God, this is really pretty!" I squeal as i look down at the phone screen to see the pictures of birthday card that Juri, Jungkook's little sister made for me.

I think this has to be the most adorable birthday card that i've ever recieved. And it feels super bad that i don't have it with me physically, right now.

"She apparently stayed up late at night to make this," Jungkook shares the piece of information that makes my lips curl down in adoration.

"I need to have this," I wish as i look at Jungkook as his eyes are focused on the road in front of us with his one hand on the wheel, driving and other on my bare thigh.

"You will, soon," he tells me and then looks at me with his handsome features.

I squint my eyes at what he meant by that but i don't ask anything because it might be another surprise for me.

Today is my birthday, though the celebration has been going on since yesterday.

We came back from my parents house at around 12 in the noon. Last night was so damn long, in a good way though. I loved being there, it was so chaotic that i miss the noise now.

After the dinner and embarrassing photo showing session of my dear mom, i finally got some time alone with Jungkook when i escaped the space with him to show him my childhood room.

It had been my dream, to be honest, ever since i was little and used to read fairy tale books. Then i saw it in movies, read in books. It felt so nice to show my man what i was when i was little. I liked being with him in my room. We did nothing but talk about me.

He was complimenting me again and again, and like some attention seeker i was showing him everything for him to praise me. I'm twisted, i've been known.

The cake cutting, the annual photo came out so nice. My wish for this year was that everything stays same. The bond between me and my family, friends and my dear boyfriend stays the same forever. I don't want to lose the happiness.

I finally feel golden from blue.

Dad was ok with Jungkook's presence since I talked with him in the study. The overthinking gene in me is passed on from him for sure. For such tough looks, he sure is a very soft person from inside. His past speaks but i'm so glad that he cools down when mom is with him.

Kind of reminds me of me with Jungkook.

Wait, am i comparing me and Jungkook to my mom and dad?

Fuck, i'm so doomed, my holy mother.

But how can i not be? Every time i look at him, i feel this very strong emotion inside me. Like my heart is softly lifted up yet my heartbeat is echoing in every corner of my body. My mind only concentrate on his warmth and my eyes can't look away from his beautiful face.

I know i'm falling in love with him, maybe i already am and it's a crazy realisation.

But to think of it, how can i not fall for him. He has been everything i wanted him to be. I'm kind of glad he barged into my life like that. When i look almost 3 months back, i wanted to do anything to stay away from such men. Filthy, obsessive and gangster like (like my dad say). But Jungkook just came like some breathe of air in my life. Unnoticed, unbothered, he just made such important spot in my life.

And i'm so glad. I think he's my anchor, and i love the thought of it.

As i look at Jungkook driving with Zayn songs beautifully playing in the car, i feel lucky again. It feels crazy how he became this soft for me. Not all the way soft too, there is still posession, obsession in his eyes for me but he does handle me with a lot of care.

He's wearing a suit right now. Yes, a black suit. I have never thought i'd see him in one. I mean he must have worn suits before but seeing him in one in front of me feels different and might i say, he looks such delicious meal?

While getting ready for the evening, when i saw him in this delicious get up, i knew my mind is going to be distracted the whole evening.

He has gifted me this red dress too, the one i'm wearing. I'm less fond of bold colours usually but i was surprised to see how good red looks on me. Well, so was the devil boyfriend.

My cheeks flush at the memory of his eyes when he saw me all ready in this dress with my makeup and hair done. I was kind of uncertain if i was looking good or not but well, Jungkook knew just what to do to make me feel beautiful.

One second i was standing in front of him and in other one i was pushed onto the soft mattress of our bed and he drops down on his knees between my legs. In matter of another seconds his face was deep buried between my thighs and i was a mess.

I shut my thighs tightly close at the sudden memory. I slightly cough and look down at the screen of Jungkook's phone in my hand, looking at the beautiful card again.

I don't think much, with desperate need to get distracted especially by the hand that has ridden too close to my inner thigh, as i swipe left to see the photos in his phone.

More photos of him with Juri continues. I think this is some specific folder where he has just Juri's photos.

I haven't really met her since the pet fest but I did talk with her a little when she video called her big brother. I've always known she's a cute little bean but now, I feel way too much attached to her. Like she's my own little sister, the little sibling that I never had.

The photos in front of me on the screen gives such warmth inside my chest. Seeing Jungkook being so soft with his little sister feels really amazing. I sometimes think that he'll be a very great father, I believe it especially after seeing how he bonds with Juri.

I look at the selfies of the sibling duo. As I'm sliding through the pictures, I stop at one of the selfies of theirs.

It looks older for sure, Juri looks at least a year younger than now with her baby teeth still in place as she's smiling brightly in the camera.

She's wearing a blue dress and her small hair are braided on her one side. The dress looks like she's cosplaying as Elsa from The Frozen. She's sitting on Jungkook's lap who's wearing white hoodie. He's looking into the camera uninterested but Juri is smiling so brightly like she's having the time of her life. I give out a breathy chuckle.

"It was her dress up kinda competition that day. She was obsessed with Elsa and only wanted to dress like her," Jungkook tells me and I almost coo at how adorable she's looking.

"And I assume you're wearing white because she wanted you to look like Olaf?" I ask.

He nods, carefully moving the car through the traffic on our way back home. We're going back to our home after a beautiful dinner date.

This is the first official formal date that we've had and i loved every bit of it. Food was tasty, delicious in fact. Italian restaurant by the coast and twinkling stars above, the ambience was so warm, i loved being there.

I loved Jungkook's company. He has been my dinner partner for more than a few weeks now and i love every night i spend eating with him. Especially today where he kept me entertained with everything.

Tonight we talked a lot. Literally a lot. Jungkook knows everything about me. I've always loved telling him about me because for the first time, i felt like my inner self was really important to a man. i spilled everything. My secrets that no one knew off, and the ones that only my friends knew. He knows me more than i know myself at this point.

But tonight, even though he insisted against it because today is my day, I still learned about him. His fear, weakness, strength, favorite things like songs, movies, clothes blah blah! I know them all now. I feel so full. With all the food and the information he fed me. i can still feel how full my stomach is through my slightly bloated belly.

"She cried when i took this fucking hideous horns headband off my head," he tells me about the story.

I giggle, "I loved Frozen too."

I tell him reminiscing my teenage years.

A memory resurfaces and i just don't think much before spilling it out.

"I remember when dad's business wasn't this large and i was little, we'd go to my mother's parent's house every year for Christmas holidays. A big 80's style mansion in the woods. After my grandparents passed away, it's under care of my family only considering mom was the only child," i tell and Jungkook quietly listens, focusing on the road as well.

"So, we'd stay there for more than two weeks. I loved being there in winters because the mansion has a large garden and a small lake in it. it looked exactly like the kids movies i'd watched," i giggle again, waving my hands in air, trying to picture it all in my mind.

"When it'd snow, the whole garden would turn white. So white, i felt like i'm on clouds. Mom used to cook warm food for us while me and Dad would make snowman out there," i laugh, "It would happen every year! It was our tradition to be there every Christmas considering mom had great memories there and she loved the warm vibes she'd get there. And i was just excited to see snow there and make snowman with Dad."

I sigh, smiling, "Then the business starting flourishing, I was growing up too. Instead of going to the mansion, we celebrated Christmas in a small house in the big city. The garden was small, there wasn't much snow. The snowman never looked that... fluffy."

"Slowly, Dad got busier and then wasn't enough time with him to spend a whole day with me in the garden making a snowman. I tried making it on my own but you know, it never felt the same. It only feels like a set back memory now," i smile , looking down at my lap.

"So, when i watched Frozen," I look over at Jungkook, "I used to kinda fantasized about myself being Ana singing Do you wanna build a snowman? to my father."

He chuckles and then looks at me. I look at his face and scoff. Of course, it's funny.

"That's actually cute, my peach. I can't think of any good memory with my father other than him catching me playing with his fully loaded gun in his study," he tells me and my eyes widen.

"What, really?" i ask with an amused smile on my face. I can't even imagine how his father would've felt when he saw his little kid with his gun. On that, fully loaded.

"Yeah, everyone in the house freaked but luckily, i didn't like blood on my hands when i was five. So no harm whatsoever. Except on my mother who turned quite literally into a monster, fighting my dad for being so reckless," he continues.

"I can understand her," i say.

"Dad was still an active member in the gang. So, weapons and drugs were common in the house. He didn't do drugs but he was the head of supplying that shit around. Dark stuff, i don't even know how they brought me up in such household," he scoffs.

"Do you still do it? Selling drugs?" i ask.

"No. It stopped before i even turned of age where i could become keen of experimenting stuff. They were too protective of me. Of course Dad knows that not so legal things happen in gangs but he was always against personal use of drugs," he says.

"So you don't do them? The drugs?" i ask.

"Fuck no, i don't. Have you ever seen drugs on me?" he asks me.

"No but, i used to hear rumors of you doing those shady stuff."

"Ah, i had tried a few but i'm not addicted. Never tried again."

"Why? I've heard that these drugs have you addicted in one dose only," i say, remembering the things i read on internet.

"Yeah, well, people do get addicted. I could've gotten addicted if i wanted to but i didn't."

"Why? Because of you father?" the last thing i could think of is him being scared of his father, but still that can be the reason.

"No. The day i turned adult, i was made my own Lord. My Dad didn't want me being much dependent on him. He wanted me to make my own life, so i had to make my own choices in everything and i can never be more glad," he answers.

"Then? "

He shrugs, "I just didn't like how drugs make you lose your senses. You know i'm a man of control, i hate losing it."

He looks at me with a smirk and it's crazy how i felt butterflies in my stomach. Of course, he loves being in control.

That's what he had been doing in my life since he graced me with his existence. And not to forgot the control that he has on me when we're alone. He surely loves bring the one to accord things. Throwing orders, punishing when they're not completed.

Another thing he totally enjoys is taking someone else's control. I can tell. Lately he's been doing some slight bondage thing with me where he lies me all sprawled out in front of him, tied to bed.

My thighs clench at the memory again as i look out of the window after keeping his phone on the dashboard in front of me, not trying to make it too obvious that i'm thinking completely filthy.

The rest five minutes of ride was peaceful. I just stared out of the window at the city lights, listening to the soft songs playing inside the car. Jungkook's hand draws circles on my bare thigh, it feels soothing. I like it. A lot. More than i actually should.

When the apartment arrives, Jungkook stops the car right ib front of the place. I sigh and look at him. He has a knowing hooded look in his eye, Is this anticipation? Because we know what will happen when we're going to be in there.

I gulp and i can feel the tension in the car increasing. Well, this is not good. At least not here.

"So," i breathe out, "You should park the car in the garage and i go in first, yeah?"

"Perfect, my baby," he speaks, his voice darker.

Fuck, i need to get away from this space right now.

I clear my throat and clutch my purse and flowers that he gave me before the dinner. I open the door and give a sly smile to my boyfriend before i step out.

A chill runs down my whole body, covering every inch of my skin tiny goosebumps. Late October air is definitely way cold, i can feel it numbing my hands already because i just stepped out of the warmth of the car.

I breathe out and clutch my overcoat close to my body with things occupying my hands as i step forward towards the cobblestones leading to the porch of the place. My heals click clack with the hard stones under me. Soft breeze play with my lose hair as some of the strands tease my face.

Once i reach his place, I enter and then shut the door behind me. The warmness relaxes my muscles, making me sigh in relief. It's dark in here but instead of switching the lights on, i rub my hands together for a second or two to trap some warmth in.

My fear for dark seemed to subside because of how cold i feel by mere breeze of cold air. I do love winters, but my body has always been a betrayer

I sigh when i feel better and then reach for the side wall to turn the lights on. Now that i'm kind of warm, the dark has become horrifying again. My hand searches the switch on the wall while the silence around the place beeps in my ears.

Once finding the switch, i flip it on. However, the place doesn't lighten up. I squint my eyes and then turn on the other switches. None of them works. But why? Is this some electricity issue?

My brain reminds me of the very fact that i'm standing alone in the dark and the chills run down my spine. Where's Jungkook? I think i should step out again. It's better to be in cold with someone than being in dark all alone. At least for me.

I gulp the fear down and turn around to hold the knob of the door to twist it open. To my utter horror, it isn't opening.

My heart falls into my stomach. Deja vu fills my system and so does the crippling fear. It's pitch black in here. I can't even see anything. I might not die in here like this but yes i can definitely pass out.

Is there someone else in here? The fear of me being used as a tool in the bloody game of gangs gives me cold nightmares already. Is that it? But Jungkook must've been out the door by now, at least would've tried to save me, right?

Well unless he, himself, is in trouble.

I gulp again, sweat breaking out. Maybe it's Jungkook again? I remember that night in great detail. When you're afraid, you tend to remember every little detail of what happened with you, so do i. He played with my fear, loved it to very much extent to see me shaking like a leaf, being vulnerable in front of him and having my virgin blood on his skin. Is that what he'd do now too? But are we sure it's him?

I reach inside the build in pocket of my red dress and take my phone out. Turning on the flashlight, i look around and then try to hear through the door for any sound that can help me enough to know if the devil is outside or not.

I can feel my heartbeat through my whole body. What if it's someone else to harm us? Is that a possibility? Jungkook did say that we are way more than safe here. My senses turn way more alert and i feel like i'm hearing things that i shouldn't be hearing. The silence, the heartbeat of my own and then the ticking of the clock in the hallway.

Fuck, i'm getting scared now. The flashlight doesn't help much. I don't want to even turn around in fear there might be something out there.

I feel like reliving that night, less scared than that night but still scared enough that my knees are shaking.

The loud vibration of my phone earns a gasp from me as i startle in my place. I look at the illuminated screen to read the message that it shows.

I don't even know if i'm breathing too much or too slow, i just know that it's loud. My hands are slightly shaking when i read what is sent to me.

The text is sent by Jungkook. I had a little relief fill my body to see his name there but the relief is soon turned into dark horror because of what he has sent me.

Jungkook:
Already scared, little lioness?

So it is him? Again pulling that game on me?

"Fuck," i whisper and gulp again.

It's too much relieving to know it's him but the game of hide and seek again, i can't do this. My ankles wobble to even take a step forward. I know how this goes, it's not that scary.

My mind has been silently begging Jungkook to play this game with me once again because i felt so alive in that moment. The rush of it, the taste of fear. It's so similar to what i fewl when my voice used to talk with me. With silence being in my mind, i wanted to feel this again but now that i'm in this position again, i want to run away and hide.

I look down at my phone, sweat trickling down my forehead.

With shaking hands, i type that i'm scared of this, but when i sent it, it won't go. I try again, but it's like the gateway of my internet isn't working and i can't do something.

So instead, i call out his name.

I hear no response. Instead i hear silence, too loud for the situation that i am in. I so badly want to just sit here and let the night pass away but i know it won't do any good. If i was the one he wanted to be caught, he would've given me hints of him being nearby, like the last time. He would do something to scare me, make my soul jump out of me skin, but it's not happening. It's different right now, he's oddly quite too.

No, he's not the one who wants to catch me. There won't be any use in hiding.

Just in cue, my phone vibrates in my hand again and i jump on my feet, a gasp falling out of my trembling lips.

With slightly shaking hands, i look down at the phone again. A new text from him sits on top.

I click on it in a flash like it'll disappear really soon, anytime now. I look down and read it.

Jungkook:
You have to be the best looking prey i've had till now.

My eyebrows squint at the text. I don't type the reply but i do feel insulted. He's probably laughing while he's hiding out there, looking at me. And i'm here trembling, inflating his massive ego.

My lip twitch in frustration as i keep on staring at the phone screen. Then i look up and look around with the help of my phone's flashlight. Why isn't he giving out any signs? Should i go around checking for him?

I gulp, i shouldn't let him scare me like last time. He can't always be the winner in this game. I can at least act not to be afraid of him, i'm good at putting up an act.

I take a step forward with a loud and fast heartbeat. I can do this. I'm certainly not afraid. I take small steps forward through the hallway on the ground floor. I reach the big dining table next to which is the kitchen.

A small shiver runs down my spine. I've walked a lot. Ten steps is a lot and there hasn't been any commotion from his side. Fear crawls up my veins again and it stings my dry eyes with water.

I'm getting so damn frightened. This is crazy. I dont know what to do? Where to go?

My phone vibrates again and i look down at the lit screen. The veil of hot new tears makes the new message look hazy.

Jungkook:
Is the little lioness shaking like a tiny kitten already?

I clutch the phone so tightly I fear I might end up cracking the screen. Fuck, is this what he wants? Get under my skin, on my nerves?

I don't think rationally before i type on the phone because i know the text won't go. I just need to get the frustration off it. So i do it.

Me:
Aren't you the one who's hiding away like a pussy?

I click send and to my surprise, the message is delivered and read immediately. My lips curl down, i didn't think it'll be sent but i'm glad it did. Two can play a game, right?

There's silence for a few seconds and i know what expression must he has on him. I also know that i have thrown myself into a very deep pithole by saying that to him, the result of it won't be very good. But i don't think of it now.

His message comes right away.

Jungkook:
So why don't you come hunt me, little lioness?

Oh my holy mother?

I release a shaky breathe. He indeed wants me to go find him. Is he giving me this power? Is he the prey right now? There's no way he's taking the control away from himself, there's definitely something bigger he's preparing.

But i don't also want to stay rooted here. If i can get away from that horrifying voice in my head, i can totally get this fear out too, especially when the devil is here, hiding somewhere looking at me and probably thinking of me as a weakling.

I will find him, i don't know for how much minutes this adrenaline would stay but right now, i definitely feel less scared than before. Though the little feeling is still there.

Still i take a step backwards from the dining table to walk towards the kitchen. The flashlight guides me as i try to suppress the lingering feeling of someone breathing down my neck. I take small yet harsh breathes, my throat feels dry.

I take small steps with big courage to reach the kitchen. When i'm right outside, i still don't have enough courage to go inside and search for him. So i just flash the light inside through my phone carefully so that i don't get seizure from some jumpscare.

When i don't see any glimpse of him, i don't wait another second to stop my overthinking. I take a step back and looking at the dark hallway. I am so fucking doomed. Why is everything so damn silent.

Should i go down the hallway towards the living room? Do i have a choice?

I look at the phone's screen to see if there's any new text but no, there isn't. My throat feels heavy suddenly but i gulp it down. My ankles wobble a little in my courageous disguise as i take small steps down the hallway towards living room.

The door of the room is open and i again, don't enter in. My heart doesn't have the capacity to take this much of fake courage that i gaslight myself into thinking is real.

I stop in front of the living room and flash the light inside. I only see sofas, the big table and large TV screen, but there's no sign of the devil i'm looking for.

I almost want to sit down and cry out in frustration. Just then, a very soft, almost faint, noise comes from upstairs. If it was day, i wouldn't even notice but in this situation where i'm scared and fully alert in this eerily silent night, i can hear it. It was sound of a very soft footstep.

Well, now at least know i know he's upstairs. My spine straightens as i turn around and look up the stairs. I give a big heavy breathe out. I lick my lips and then bite my lower one. I should climb up, find him and get this over with.

I sniffle, then take a step towards the stairs. The heels click clack softly with the wooden floor. My body covers with goosebumps though my back feels so sweaty because of the fear.

I climb up the wooden stairs, my one hand tightly clutch the phone to flash the light on the stairs as the other one holds the railing as i step up each stair with increasing heartbeat.

I'm staring down at the steps, trying my best not to fall down. I don't want to end up in hospital because of this dangerous hide and seek.

Is this how his victims feel when they're his targets on his missions? I would do anything to not feel this again. Yet i know that after this, in a few days i'll crave to feel this alive again. But not today. Today, i'm fucking scared of this, and of him.

As i reach the upper floor, i look up. I scan the area down the hallway and then i notice the faint light coming. It's coming from our bedroom.

The door is slightly ajar, the soft curtains are softly blowing with the wind. I can see them escaping through the small creak that's created by the ajar door. The light in dim, looks golden in dark. Like it's heaven's door, tempting me.

A door to heaven that is being ruled by a devil right now.

Is Jungkook there? Probably. I can only know when i'll walk there and open the door fully open.

I start walking towards the bedroom. With each step, i feel like i am closer to him. Maybe i am and maybe he really is there. Waiting for me.

Once i reach the bedroom, i face the door. My face feels sweaty now. I only look at the wooden door, too scared to open it now. For all i know, i will open this door and he's right there. Standing face to face with me.

He's my boyfriend. I shouldn't be this scared of him, instead i should feel relieved. But the memories from last hunt are still very fresh in my mind. In this situation, he is scary. And as much as i'd love to see him in there, it is still very terrifying to just come face to face with someone suddenly.

Still with my shaking hand, i hold the knob of the ajar door and gulp. I take one last breathe before pushing the door open slowly, careful of not scaring myself.

Cold air hits my already cold sweating face. Air does wash some relieve over me. It is chilly enough to make my body go numb for a moment but it doesn't feel bad. For a moment, my brain is only focused on the gush and not the crippling fear.

I look at the source of the air and see the door of the balcony open. The balcony is big enough to have two chairs and a small table in it with many plants kept by the glass railing. I see moonlight pouring through the door. It makes the room bright enough but it's better that the room is dimly lit. It feels relieving to see light.

Still, i don't see Jungkook here. But i kind of know he's here. Where else would he be?

I open the door fully and enter the room. I look around. Why isn't he coming out?

Just then, my phone vibrates with a text from him. I quickly read the text.

Jungkook:
You're so close, my peach, i can smell you so good.

So, he indeed is here. But where? Do i have to look into the closet? Under the bed? In the bathrooms?

I'm so glad that i reached till here. I don't think i can now roam in around here to look around for him.

But what do i do?

I walk further in and again look around but i stop when my gaze falls on the mirror right in front of me. It's a few inches away from me. A long full length mirror right next to the balcony door.

I look at my reflection in it. I can't see clearly because of the dimly lit room but i can clearly sense fear in my body posture. My hair don't look styled as they looked before. I can't see what my features look like but i can see my heavily raising chest.

Then my gaze goes behind me. I see dark hallway through the door way, the door is wide open after i came in. It looks scary. But i don't stop looking towards the dark end.

Then my breathe gets stuck in my throat when the door moves on it own. My body stiffens, my heartbeat increases and whatever sweat cooled down before again starts appearing on my skin.

Still i don't look away, it's like i'm stuck in my place as i see the door moving forwards and then backwards till it's shut. I'm scared again, too scared that i don't have it in me to turn around and see

My eyes widen as i breathe in so loud when a large figure comes into my view. I would've screamed so damn loud if my body wasn't stuck and stiffened at it's place.

It's him, Jungkook, but it's so different. So fucking different that my knees wobble and i'm taken back to that night when i first saw him breaking into my house. That fucking night that started it all, the game of hide and seek. I feel like living it again as i keep on looking at him through the mirror, standing tall and proud behind me.

"So, you caught me, little lioness?" Jungkook says, his dark voice washes over me with another set of goosebumps.

I look at the almost recognizable sight of him behind me. He's wearing his suit still, his hands deep buried inside the pockets of his straight black pants. The first two buttons of his white button up shirt are open. His blazer's buttons are open too. His attire looks so clean, so formal. Until i see his face.

When i look at his face, i only come across the droopy eyes and the elongated mouth white ghost face mask. The one that he wore all those nights back when he broke into my house to give me his towel.

My voice is stuck in the narrow passage of my throats and so is my breathe. My hands are tightly fisted on my sides. It feels like my heels are digging deep into the wooden floor. And even though i can't see his eyes but i can still sense his gaze through them, eating me alive.

Jungkook steps out of the shadow. He moves towards my body, his face looking at my face in the mirror. I can sense it so well.

"Breathe, baby, breathe deep," he orders me really softly and i exhale out the breathe i was holding in.

I start breathing loud again, or maybe it's not loud but my brain can't believe i'm seeing Jungkook like this. Again, after all these weeks.

Looking back at that night, i was so terribly wrong to find the intruder in the ghost face even a little attractive. I din't know at that time that i would be dancing with the devil in broad daylight soon.

Now, it's today. Where he has me, however and whenever he wants. Still, he looks the same as that night and i think i'm feeling the same with even heightened emotions.

"Jungkook," I whisper his name.

The white mask stares at me and i see Jungkook tilt his head up a little but i know his gaze is still at me.

I gain my senses soon as i move a little, shifting my weight from one foot to another one. I try to calm my heartbeat as my brain tells me to move, to him and end this scary misery. And i need to look at him up close. To feel less scared of him. To feel him on my skin and feel less anxious right now because my heart isn't beating calmly at all, my breathing isn't getting better at all.

I gulp while looking at him through the reflection and then take a very small step back to turn around, face him.

"No, stay there, Hana," he stops me and my names sound dark in his tone right now.

"Stay right there and look into the mirror," he instructs me again and i obey him.

I stand there as i feel sweat turning my back cold and prickly under my lose hair. I look into the mirror, my head feels heavy and despite the cold breeze coming inside the room, i feel hot. Maybe it's because how he's looking at me, how his gaze has been keeping me hostage through the mirror.

I look at myself first and then at Jungkook. He stays there not moving at all. What is he thinking in his mind?

"I wanted to take this so easy for you, my peach, but you had to make it hard for yourself, isn't it?" he asks me and i look at the ghost face mask through the reflection.

I can't even concentrate fully because i'm finding it so oddly hot. It's ridiculous. I am scared to look at it for long but something about it yields power. There has been blood on it, i can tell it. He wears that on his missions.

He goes out hunting people with this mask on, looking incarnation of devil, the God of death. His preys must feel scared of that, just like me right now. Oh, it screams of power.

Right now, his question takes me back to few minutes ago when i insulted him all because i didn't know what to do and was frustrated all because of my fear. I knew the moment that message was read by him that i'm writing a punishment right into the book of fate for tonight.

My toes curl inside the heels that i'm wearing and my fingers now fiddle with each other as i speak.

"I-"

"Strip," he commands me and i freeze again.

Fuck.

I shouldn't waste much time. I will be punished and i don't know how but Jungkook has trained me well to like this. This feeling of vulnerability where i'm the smallest person in the room.

I like him being rough on me, but the punishments are rougher always. I don't know what he has in store for me but i don't want to waste time to just ponder about it.

So i get to work.

My sweating hands first push all the hair over my right shoulder and then go to the back of my dress as they fiddle around while slightly trembling to locate the zipper on the back. Once i find it, with my heavy breathing i slowly pull it down.

The soft noise of zipper pulling down fills the room and suddenly anxiety sits down in my stomach. Once it's undone, i look up in the mirror to look behind me at Jungkook. His face is straight but i don't know if his eyes are on my back that must be peaking out from the slit on my face that's looking at his reflection.

I gulp then look down, getting flustered.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Hana. Take your pretty dress off," he instructs and i look up at myself again. My face looks red even in the dim light.

I bite my lower lip as i keep looking at myself while lowering the thin straps of the red dress. I take in a deep breathe and then push the dress down.

I keep looking into the mirror as the dress doesn't take even a second to pool down at my feet. My naked torso comes into my own view. My small breasts are looking perky with nipples so hard that they itch to be touched now.

The heat travels to my cheeks and i didn't have it in me to keep looking at my nakedness in the mirror. So i look away, closing my eyes. My hands fist tightly, my own nails digging in my palm.

Jungkook gives out a low hiss behind me, disappointed as he speaks.

"Don't shy away, my peach. Look at you. Open your eyes, baby," he speaks behind me, his voice lust hooded yet soft.

Tears sting my eyes as my ankles almost give up on my weight. My heart isn't skipping just one beat. I can hear it from the outside.

Still, i follow his command and look at myself again. This has to be the most embarrassing thing i've ever done. I've never been fond of looking at myself in the mirror. Never felt that pretty to appreciate myself.

Jungkook knows my insecurities all too well. I feel pretty around him, especially when he's controlling my body the way he wants but right now, he's commanding but my body is mine to control. I should feel power in it except that i don't.

I'm still not used to this. In this situation, i'm overwhelmed already. Still my core aches as i look at myself in the mirror because it brings memories of him touching me. Filthy, all over. Over and over again.

"Yeah," Jungkook sighs heavily with a tinge of rasp in it as he sees me following his command like a good doll.

"Take it off too," he instructs and i know he's talking of my lacy red thong.

I nod slowly and step out of the pool of the dress in my feet to not entangle myself and fall down. I'm glad my feet don't embarrass me more by wobbling and falling right here. I manage a small step out.

Then i hook my fingers into the thin waistband of the lacy thong and then slide it down my hips. It slips down my thighs with the help of my hands and then i let go of it to give it the same fate that was given to the red dress a few minutes back.

I step out of it too and look in the mirror at him. He has taken his hands out of his pockets to cross them in front of his buff chest. I feel unfair on how i'm buck naked in these heels here and he's fully dressed behind me with that scary mask on him that looks interestingly hot on him.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?" he praises me as i regulate my breathing.

"How wet are you, little lioness? Can you feel it 'cause i can very well smell the sweetness dripping down your thighs," he says and i clench my thighs tightly as butterflies erupt in my stomach. I can feel the wetness so well too.

Involuntarily, my thighs rub against each other to ease the ache down there. I can feel his gaze behind me eating me alive. I can sense his hungry eyes fucking me in his brain already.

He seems to sense the rubbing of my thighs like some desperate whore, i might be one right now too. He chuckles behind me as he steps closer. Not much, just two steps. He's still far from me, i can't even sense his heat on my skin yet.

"Touch yourself, baby. Show me how wet you are," he says and my eyes widen.

What does he want me to do?

My mouth open to say something but i don't, instead i just gulp. I can't do that. It's been ages since i touched myself down there. Literally months.

"C'mon, touch that wet pussy of yours. Ease the unease," he persuades me and i flush harder.

"I can't...," i whisper.

I stopped touching myself much down there because of what i have done to my inner thighs few years back. Every time i go near that area, the bad deja vu hits and i start losing my breathe. Then I feel guilty, it's the same vicious cycle.

When Jungkook does it, it doesn't feel bad because it's him. Memories of my hands near there are not really good, they're traumatic enough. I don't know if i'm able to go near there again, feel myself, touch myself.

"Why not?" he asks me, but something in his voice tells me that he knows why but he just wants to get that fear out of my mind.

"I...," i don't know what to say, i just keep on looking at his mask behind me.

He tilts his head on his left to look at me. Then he walks towards me.

My spine straightens and i look away from the mirror again as i hear his polished boots behind me, approaching me.

My naked body feels his heat behind me. He's close to me and my breathes turn into pants. I don't have it in me to look into the mirror now.

But my silent protest was shunned when i feel rough hand under my jaw and my eyes snap open before my head is yanked to face forward.

The sight i see in the mirror makes my knees wobble.

He's there. So closely behind me. His face mask right next to my ear and though my own heartbeat and breathing are so loud, i still can hear his breathing right into my ear. I open my mouth to breathe. I feel too hot.

"Never steal your gaze away," he tells me, his voice clear.

He doesn't leave my jaw, forcing me to keep my eyes on the mirror, especially on me. The hold isn't very harsh but it keeps me in place so good.

My thighs which were tightly shut now feel hot touch on them. It's his other hand as he keeps it between my thighs. My thighs unclench, easing a little at his touch.

With his one hand, he very easily forces my thighs open and i don't protest. I realise i like it better when he's in control because i'm a total mess.

I look at his, covered in suit, body behind me, his ghost face mask staring at me through the mirror. Then i look at myself, shamelessly opened up right in front of this mirror.

Just in a second, his touch disappears from my body and my skin burns where he was touching me in the memory of him. I gasp as I try to feel my skin.

His ghost face mask clad face nears my ear again as he speaks," I told you to touch yourself."

He commands me again and i keep on looking at him through the mirror, so close behind me. He can touch me himself but he wants me to get rid of whatever little shame i've left. He wants me to be completely filthy.

A dirty little slut in making.

His dirty little slut that he made.

My hand gets to work as i keep my eyes on him behind me. I can feel the fabric of his suit against my sweaty back as i want to stick to him but i stop. I shouldn't look that desperate even though i am.

My hand goes between my thighs and i spread my nether lips. My eyebrows pinch together and my breathing changes again.

"Yeah, that's right. Touch that pretty little swollen bud down there, Hana," he rasps into my ear and i follow his command.

I touch my throbbing clit. I sigh at the slight touch. Him being so close blocks the negative thoughts from my brain. The only things that's clouding up my brain is how hot i'm feeling.

I slowly circle the small protruding bundle of nerves. My mouth is slightly open giving out tiniest of sighs as my head feels heavy. My legs open up more and my feet don't feel like they'll stay rooted for more than a few seconds but still, i don't stop.

"Very good, my peach. Can you feel it? Getting wet for me?" he aske me and i gulp because i can feel it so well.

My finger is so sticky already. I'm incredibly wet, almost embarrassingly wet. And he hasn't even touched me down there yet. This is ridiculous, i feel so stupid yet i don't stop. I like it.

"Look down at your hand, Hana. Look at you pleasuring yourself, pleasuring the pussy that belongs to me," he says and with my half open eyes, i look in the mirror again.

I look at my face under the soft lights. My half open eyes and my partly open mouth. Then i look at my raising chest, then at my thighs. My wide apart thighs, my hand between them. I moan out softly at the sight. Another gush of wetness pool out of my pussy, i feel it dripping down my thigh.

I see my hand moving my fingers against my clit which i can't actually see but the feeling is enough to make my head spin in the heat.

I feel touch on my upper arm, making me look there in the mirror to see Jungkook's hand tracing my arm. His hand very slowly traces down my arm and my eyes follow it's movement as my mouth keeps on letting out sighs after sighs.

His hand reaches my wrist which is moving as i'm touching myself very slowly, building the pressure, and then stops.

He cups my moving hand and i suddenly stop too. What is he doing?

I'm panting right now, my body tingling from inside to keep on touching myself till i push myself over the edge. But i stop in confusion, a bead of sweat drips down the line of my eyebrow to flow down the side of my face.

Jungkook's middle finger hooks with my middle finger near my pussy. My breathe gets stuck in my throat at the sudden closeness.

"Do you know how sinfully gorgeous are you, hm? I want to do so many filthy things with you, want to make you feel how i feel when i'm this close to you," he tells me as his other hand comes up to touch my collarbone.

My hard plastic of the ghost mask brushes against my skin as he nears my neck. I hear him inhale my scent.

"Fucking peaches, you drive me insane," he growls out.

His hand on my collarbone traces down towards my breast. No second was wasted as he cups it. I gasp out, pushing myself into his hand. He kneads the flesh hard. I whimper out, tears stinging my eyes.

His other hand that has my middle finger hooked with his own moves. He moves both our hands towards my vagina and i keep on looking at us in the mirror.

In a second his finger guides my finger to circle around my clenching hole.

"Jungkook...," i moan his name.

"Yeah, that's right. Moan my name, my whore," he says.

I feel him pushing both our middle finger inside my hole and i gasp, almost jumping on my feet. I call out his name again. He pinches and then twists my nipple with his one hand while the other one is between my thighs, driving me to insanity.

He enters both of our middle fingers inside me. I whimper again, throwing my head back onto his shoulder.

"No, look at yourself, baby. See how you make a mess on both of our hands," he whispers into my ear.

I open my eyes while my head rests on his shoulder. He hooks his finger with mine, inside me and then curls both of them forward.

"Ahh!" i moan out a scream as he hits my g spot.

I feel so full inside and from outside i don't know what to concentrate on. My nipple is being abused by him and now that he has found my g spot, he's been teasing it again and again with both of our fingers.

This is so new and yet so filthy. My eyes roll back every time he pokes the sweet spot inside me. My legs are on the verge to give out but i keep on changing my weight from one foot to another.

He moves both our fingers in and out of my leaking pussy. As if i wasn't already on verge of giving out, he adds his other finger inside me. I cry out at the stretch. My free hand clutches his blazer behind me.

I don't even have any control on my own finger that's inside me. It's him all around me, all over me. Taking control of me. And i let him. I just want to feel it, i don't want to think.

He pumps his fingers inside me, the squelching noise jumps off the silent atmosphere of the room. My whimpers, moans turn higher and i can't keep my eyes open at all. Every time i try, they roll back into my head.

Just when i feel like my mind is getting hazy, he stops.

"Almost forgot how you've been a bad girl just now," Jungkook says and i frown.

"What-"

"Hush, you're only going to take now. However i give it to you like a good slut, understood?" he asks and though i don't understand what he means, i still nod.

He leaves me for a second to step back as he unbuckles his belt from his pants. I'm growing impatient and oh fuck, i want him to strip. I want to touch him, feel his skin. The fucking tease is driving me crazy. I want him to spin me around and let me see his face without that scary face mask. But right now i'm just hoping, waiting though i don't know what would actually happen.

Just as his belt is off, he doesn't leave it on the floor. Instead he's close to my skin again. I look at him through the mirror as his one hand grabs the belt and other one grabs my one wrist. The other grabs my other wrist,

Grabbing both my wrists in one hand, he uses his belt to tie my hand and i gasp loud.

"Jungkook, wait," i protest.

"Stay still, Hana," he warns me as he keeps me in one place.

I know why he's doing this. He knows i love feeling his body with my hands. I'd hate it to not feel him during the fuck. The thoughts gives me anxiety already.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook, please," i say, tears in my eyes.

"You can do it, my peach, you know you deserve it," he says and then wraps the rough leather around my wrists. He ties my wrists tightly with the belt, the leather already stinging me.

When they're tightly secure, he pushes me behind into him by pulling on the belt. I clash with his torso hard and my ass grazes against his dark dick inside his pants. The heels give me nice elevation and i can feel the heat of his covered dick on my bare skin so well.

My hair stick to my sweaty back, shoulders, breasts. The plastic face mask grazes against my neck again.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, my peach, it's your birthday still, isn't it?" he says.

His hand slips between my thighs again and he feels satisfied to see me even wetter.

With his other hand, he unzips his pants, enough to take his dick out. I don't see it but i know what it must look like. Tall, heavy, angry veins and that tiny piercing balls. A whole fucking meal.

I'm not given a single thought to think as his hand grabs my shoulder and then push me down so that i'm bend over.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're so loaded with my cum that you can feel it dripping out of you for minutes, and then when it'll not be dripping out of you anymore, i'll load that cunt of yours up again," he tells me.

In no second, he pushes all the way inside me. I yelp out loud and my knees give out. They bend forward but before i was a mess on the floor, his hand snakes around my stomach to keep me standing.

I pull against the rough leather around wrists at the sudden stretch. I don't think i'd ever get used to his size. He doesn't have to be this big, for fuck's sake.

Tears slip past my eyes and i'm only given no more than two seconds to adjust as he starts moving. Not at all easy, it's all brutal. Kind of just like how I want it to be.

"Hangh please!" i plead.

Jungkook's free hand grab my hair and yank my head up. He doesn't take it much easy on it, it stings but i don't focus on it. All i can focus on right now is how good his hips snap against my ass, and how good it feels.

"Open your eyes," he growls into my ear and i do look up as I open my eyes.

I look at us in the mirror though i can only see hazy because of how fast his thrusts are and also because my tears are so heavy right now.

The sight dries my mouth. I can see myself, my make up ruined, mascara running. my hair bounce with every thrusts of his, my breasts bounce and his hand in my hair, making me look into the mirror.

I look at him behind me. A whole new him. The ghost face mask fucking me into oblivion. He's all covered, i can't even see any nakedness on him. The sight is really pleasing though it does feel unfair.

However, The power it carries, the dominance it carries. Being fucked at your most vulnerable point while he is fully covered like this is just business with him. His most favorite business.

My eyes roll back into my head when his tip with tiny metal balls hit my g spot. I moan his name out so loud, i can feel the echo all around the house.

His thrusts fasten and i almost feel like i've lost my mind. Then i feel his hold on my hair loosening and i try to keep my head upright. My eyes are closed though as i feel the bubble building inside me.

I hear clink somewhere behind me. I slightly open my eyes to look in the mirror at Jungkook is my drowsy mind. The sight was enough to make me orgasm just now. Because i see Jungkook's face and it felt like i haven't seen it in almost ages.

And he looks so damn sinful, just like what he's doing with me right now. His face is shining, i can tell there is thin layer of sweat on his face, his hair are sticking to his forehead, they're a fucking mess. A very sexy mess.

His lower lip in captured between his teeth, the hollow of his cheeks so damn prominent i'm driving to the verge of insanity.

His eyes look down at where he's thrusting so hard inside of me. I keep on giving out whimpers and moans looking back at him. Just like he sensed my gaze on him through the mirror, he looks up. He looks straight into my eyes through the mirror.

My breathe is stuck in my throat again and he has to remind me to breathe. I'm gasping for air, my lungs don't have the capacity to keep up with this speed.

His hand goes upto my head again to yank on my hair, making me arch my back, the angle keeps on pushing his dick into my g spot. The pressure builds high in my stomach.

"Jungkook , i'm cumming," i tell him as he makes me turn my head around towards him.

"Make a mess around my cock, darling," he whispers dark and then his lips are on my mine.

The angle is really awkward, i fear i might crack my spine but i trust Jungkook in this. My hand tug on the restraints again as the urge to touch him sets in again. But i can't.

I try as the feeling intensifies as his tongue dances with me, drinking in my moans and whines, while he keeps the speed of his thrusts high and steady.

Just when i feel the earth shattering orgasm hitting me, i detach my mouth from his and he senses it. Both his arms wrap around me to keep me in place as i give out a sharp cry.

My head heavily settles behind on his shoulder as my whole body shakes in his arms. My ears ring heavily, white dots cover my vision and i feel my cum dripping down my legs. My whole body turns more alive than i have ever felt.

Hs thrusts doesn't stop altogether but he did slow down, riding me out of it. Just when i feel the waves slowing down, i feel him slipping out. I don't think he has cum yet.

I'm still spinning in my mind when i feel him turning me around and then picking me up in his arms. I open my eyes to look at him as he walks me to our bed.

He isn't soft with it as he throws me down on the soft mattress of the bed.

"Ah!" i scream out when my body jumps on the mattress and my tied hands dig into the flesh of my back behind me.

I open my eyes through tears to watch him take his clothes off. He takes only few seconds to discard his blazer off first while taking his shoes off. He doesn't unbutton his shirt's button. Instead he yanks it open, the button fly around landing on the bed, on the floor. He discards it and the pull his pants and his boxers off in one go.

He climbs up the bed, hovering over me in his naked glory as i stay put in my place. I look at his nakedness. Taut, buff and rogue muscles with his cock still as hard as it was a few seconds back.

My hands again itch in my restraints to touch his skin but i can't do it. It irritates me!

"Jungkook-"

"Hush, you're only going to take. Shut that pretty mouth of yours," he warns me and then grabs my ankles to spin me around.

I yelp as i'm spinned like i weigh nothing. He spanks my ass hard. So hard that i scream out and the burn spreads through my whole buttcheek. My eyes water and i cry.

I'm still trying to ease the ache when Jungkook takes hold of a pillow and uses it to tuck it under my abdomen so that my ass is lifted up. His hand pushes my one leg up from my knee. I'm sprawled out here in front of him.

I bury my face deep inside the mattress as i feel his dick aligning behind my vagina again. I'm incredibly wet because of my previous orgasm so that when he thrusts all the way in again, i don't feel the pain at all.

Instead i take it all with so much ease. I still gasp for air when he starts thrusting again.

Once he has found his rhythm again, he keeps up with it. Hard, fast, just fucking brutal.

His hand pushes my head deep into the mattress though i'm glad my face is sideways, i can breathe.

"Fuck," he breathes out, "You're such a sight, Kim Hana, such a fucking filthy sight."

I look over my shoulder at him to see yet the same filthy sight in different position. He looks like a sin come to life, something i shouldn't feel this much about but fuck, i do.

On the bed, i can feel moonlight shining his body and in such heavenly light, no one can look this devilish but he does.

And then he fucks me all over again like he has never done that with me just few minutes back. He fucks me until there's nothing but my moans and his groans are heard inside this room and probably the whole house.

By the time he cums, i have cum once again. I feel his dick growing inside of me, hardening to the point that i thought it'll explode inside me. He came long and hard inside of me.

I can feel the walls of my pussy pulsating around his length because of the oversensitivity.

When he slips outside of me, i repulse at the sudden loss. I feel his load with my cum dripping down of me, reminding me of the promise he did.

When it's done and the aftermath arrives, i plop down lifeless on the bed. I feel my hands being untied as i stretch them so that i don't feel them numbing.

Jungkook's weight disappears from my body and i gasp, basically pant like a bitch for air.

I try to keep my eyes open and ease my breathing. Just then Jungkook calls for my name and i look at my side at him. He's standing there by the bed, all naked. His dick semi hard, and he looks so damn sexy even in my half passed out state.

"You need water," he says and then i notice a glass of water in his hand.

He sits next to where i'm laying down. He helps me with sitting up and then gives me the glass of water i desperately needed. I chug down the whole glass in one breathe. My throat finally feels not on fire.

When i'm done, i hand the glass back to him and plop down again on the bed. Now that my mind is hazy with mind blowing orgasms, i don't care about my nakedness much. In this space, i feel the most comfortable.

In few seconds, Jungkook joins me on the bed after shutting the balcony's door. He covers our naked bodies with the warm comforter and i cling to his body.

Laying my head on his chest, i listen to his heartbeat. These moments are my favorite where we just lay down, all naked in each other's warmth feeling the silence after the dirty session.

His fingers toy with my hair and i feel so warm, though my mind is not very clear. I'm tired and on top of that the orgasms are still making it hazy.

I feel way warmer now, in his arms. Safe, protected and loved. I mean that's what i think, at least. And i know it's true, it has to be.

"Did you like today?" he asks me, his voice raspy.

Fuck me again.

"Yes," i say instead, "I loved it, Thanks a lot."

I kiss his chest and his fingers keep on toying with the strands.

"There's still a little surprise for you but it'll happen a few days later," he says.

"Let me guess, are you going to make me meet your family?" i ask him.

He has been talking about them around me a lot and on top of that his family has been talking with me too. I knew they've been pushing him to make them meet me.

"Hmmm," he thinks, "Should i speak the truth or lie for the sake of it?"

I laugh, "Honesty is the best policy."

"Fuck yeah, it's that," he shrugs and we both laugh.

"You really want it? Me to meet them?" i ask him.

"Why would i not, my peach?" he asks me and i shrug.

"You know, they're important people in your life. What if they don't like me?" i say.

I'm not like him. Imposing, manipulative and great talker like he was when he met my parents. I'm awkward with new people especially the ones that need to be impressed.

"Why won't they like you? You're perfect, Hana. And even though the chances are very less, but if they don't like you, i don't really care because you're important to me," he says and i look up him.

"Am i?" i ask him, looking into his eyes from his chest. He looks down at me with shining eyes too.

My heartbeat increases again and i feel warm inside my chest. I feel like this moment is going to stay forever. Me skin to skin with him, so close we can hear each other's heartbeats and smell the desire we have for each other.

If i could seize this moment here, i would. I love this. And i love him.

"Of course, you are," he confirms and then kisses my forehead.

I take a deep breathe as i keep on looking into his eyes, not stealing my gaze away as his face frowns.

"Jungkook," i call out his name and he smirks because it was out of nowhere.

"What is it, baby?" he asks me.

The three words of love stay on the tip of my tongue but i don't say it.

I inhale deeply and then say, "Fuck me again, please."

His eyes shine again and i don't even have to say it twice as his body is top of mine in just a second.

I giggle out at the behavior.

"Gladly," he says and his mouth is on me again.

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12k words oh god

The amount of horniness...