4: CRUEL

Warning: Mature Content

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You woke up feeling a little bit better.

When you shifted from the bed, a wet towel fell off your forehead, you picked it up looking at it intently while you tried to gather your thoughts accordingly.

And as you came to realize the past events before you lost consciousness, your hands immediately went to your forehead, feeling the heat steaming there due to the fever, your eyes caught the strange fabric wrapped on your body.

A pair of silky soft black pajamas.

It’s really comfy--

BUT HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGED TO PUT THOSE ON?!

Unless.

You hugged your own body onto the realization that he might have did something to you.

But you didn’t feel weird down there or anything.

So maybe he didn’t?

You were relieved, but there was something more behind that emotion lingering at the back of your mind.

The thought of him seeing your bare body and not doing anything kind of gave you a weird feeling of---

...disappointment?

You couldn’t help it, the way you saw him with that girl from last night, and how he teased you in the kitchen after. You couldn’t stopped wondering how it would feel to be with him.

That was so weird.

Never in your life have you ever felt something like this.

Are you attracted to him?

You fisted on the soft comforter that was nicely tucked on your frame, the fever felt like it went up so high you felt like passing out again.

You were positive that falling for this guy will totally wreck you, and you had to stop yourself from getting attracted to him before it’s too late.

But how the hell you would do that when he’s a totally different kind of Casanova.

You were so drowned into your own thoughts that only when your eyes landed on the opened window of your room, you just noticed that it was already dark outside.

You grabbed your old fashioned cell phone on the bedside table and checked the time.

8:24pm

You just slept the whole day!

You have to prepare his dinner.

Though you still felt a little bit dizzy, you forced yourself to get up from bed and into the kitchen to prepare dinner for him and yourself.

Turned out the cupboards were full of the necessary ingredients you needed for pasta.

So that’s decided then.

Pasta it is.

How hard could it be right?

Taking in a deep breath and letting out with a loud woo, you started to gather all the ingredients that you think were necessary to make some tomato pasta.

You cut the ingredients very carefully since you were not very good with knives and then placed you them on their respective container. You were a bit of an organized person, that you couldn’t deny.

“Here goes nothing,” you blurted while turning on the lager mania on and started to actually cook for the first time trying your best to remember how you saw your boss’ maid cooked the same dish.

You’re a fast learner, and a very detailed one that is, so you were a little bit confident with what you were doing.

You added ingredients, after ingredients, mixing them on the pan.

This was enjoyable, you smiled to yourself as you smelled the delicious aroma of the food your were preparing.

“Ah-!” You sounded as soon as your arm accidentally came in contact with the hot surface of the pan.

Your skin immediately turned red and soon was inflame a little bit. “Tzzzzh.”

Since you couldn’t just leave the pasta, you just ignored the burning sensation on your right hand until you finished cooking.

You finally turned off the heat and placed the pasta on two separate plates.

After putting ice on your burn, you decided to eat up first since you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, assuming that Jungkook was out again as usual.

The food you made was decent, it’s actually delish, not like restaurant kind of delish but it was good enough.

When you were done, you checked the time and it’s already passed nine.

He should be home by now.

“Maybe he’s in the living room,” you guessed since you heard no sounds from his room earlier when you woke up.

Dragging your tired feet on the floor towards the living room, you let out a sigh of relief seeing the back of his head visibly sitting on the couch with his arms spread comfortably on it, you walked over to the side of the couch since you didn’t want to startle him if you’d come from behind.

But what you saw made you gasped for air and your steps to halt abruptly.

Turned out you were the one who ended up with the surprise right in front of your face.

His pants were pooling down on his ankles along with his underwear, legs parted so it would be easier for her to hold his member.

He groaned throwing his head backwards, letting it rest on the couch, his eyes were close, obviously enjoying the pleasure he was experiencing while this new girl sucked him off like a starving beast.

“Fuck. Suck it harder,” he ordered and the woman let both of her palms rest on his thighs caressing him and you swore you saw the muscles on his legs hardened, the woman hummed and you witnessed how her cheeks misshaped as she suck until she let him go with a pop. “Argh!”

His body voluntarily reflex, in which he ended up looking down at her.

And then at you.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he said so casually it made a chill ran down your spine. “What are you here for?” He asked.

He sounded a little bit annoyed maybe because you just distracted their session.

He pushed the girl away from him and stood up pulling his pants up and zipping it close.

“I asked you a question.”

Your mouth felt dry as you spoke, “I made dinner.”

“Well then bring it here,” he said with a matter of fact tone.

You almost ran with all your might towards the kitchen, landing your weight on the kitchen counter while breathing heavily.

The burning pain on your arm seemed to have intensified.

You were there lying on the bed with a high fever, you pushed yourself to cook him dinner and even ended up injuring yourself.

Yet there he was in the effing living room getting a fucking blowjob.

Your made a fist as you grabbed the plate from the counter and headed back to the living room.

“Here,” you said not trying to hide the annoyance on your voice as you dropped the plate on the glass table.

You couldn’t helped but to look at the girl who was now sitting beside Jungkook, she was totally all over him and it made you want to puke right then and there.

“Who is she?” The woman asked looking at you from head to toe with judging eyes.

“No one,” Jungkook answered right away and you caught his lifeless eyes looking at you which made you scoffed.

He knew you were annoyed, but he couldn’t care less.

He finally put his attention to the pasta and tasted it.

As soon as he gulped down the food, he just threw the fork on the plate and pushed the plate away creating a loud sound of glass against glass.

“What is this shit?!” He bellowed which made your body trembled.

You were confused, the food wasn’t that bad.

“I--.”

“Fucking get off my face right now!” Jungkook said and you heard the girl giggled beside him.

What could you do instead of just getting the plate of pasta you tried so hard to make with you back to the kitchen.

He just made you look pathetic in front of some hoe and it hurt your pride so much, your insides were trembling.

You tasted the pasta again, and a tear just fell down your cheeks.

It still tasted the same as before, you admit that it wasn’t the best pasta but you tried to make it for him even if you weren’t feeling well and the thought just somehow broke you into pieces.

How could be he so cruel?

You went to your bedroom passing through the living room, and hearing the sensual whimpers of that slut as he do her.

You shut your door with force and threw your fatigued body on the bed once more.

And you cried.

Burying your face on the pillow to hide the occasional sobs that would escape your lips.

“I hate you,” you mumbled

And then your bedroom door burst open.

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A/N:

You aren’t even mine

but I have to admit,

I am greedy when it comes to you

-Jo