[ Han Inaya POV ]
I hate this. I hate myself. I want to scream so loudly that it shakes the world! Why does everything bad have to happen to me? Why me? It's like problems are madly in love with me-they can't seem to leave me alone even for a second!
And now, this guy-whatever his name is! This crazy man! I thought he didn't recognize me when I bumped into him earlier, but no! Of course, he remembers me-he remembers me just from my eyes! Who even does that?! How is he this clever? And right now, I am totally, absolutely screwed.
He has me pinned against the wall, his strong arms locking me in place, not even letting me move an inch.
His mind is crazy.
He is insane! A lunatic! I was mentally cursing him a thousand times over.
Seriously, what is wrong with him? This is the third time he's pinned me like this!
My face burned with anger, my heart racing uncontrollably.
Maybe it was the fury coursing through my veins-or maybe it was because of how close he was, his tall frame pressing into mine.
His dark eyes, full of intense anger, stared into mine.
His grip on my wrists was so tight that it hurt, and I couldn't even wriggle free.
"The hell, let go of me! You madman!"
I snapped, my voice echoing through the dusty room.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at my outburst, and instead of backing off, he leaned in closer, his body pressing even more firmly against mine.
I felt trapped, utterly caged.
"You're the crazy one here,"
he growled through gritted teeth, his voice low and threatening.
"First, tell me why the hell you kicked me that day!"
His deep voice vibrated with barely restrained anger, making my heart race even faster.
I blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard.
My eyes scanned his face, which was now mere inches from mine.
What was wrong with this guy? Seriously, where did he even come from-a mental asylum?
Maybe he lived with a group of equally crazy people because no sane person would hunt someone down for an entire month just because of one stupid kick to their private part!
I took a deep breath, my frustration reaching its peak.
Enough was enough.
I wasn't going to let him intimidate me any longer.
"You want to know why I did that? Why did I kicked you?"
I spat back, matching his tone and refusing to let him see even a flicker of fear.
His jaw clenched, his dark gaze boring into mine.
I could tell my defiance was getting under his skin, which only fueled me further.
"I did it because you deserved it!"
I snapped, my voice rising. I didn't care if he was already angry-I was furious too.
That seemed to push him over the edge. His expression darkened further, and he leaned in so close that our noses were almost touching.
His intense gaze locked onto mine, filled with both anger and warning.
"You have no idea who you're messing with,"
he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
It sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to back down.
I wasn't going to let him intimidate me, no matter how scary he looked.
"And you should feel grateful to God that you're a girl,"
he continued, his voice sharper now.
"Or else I would've done much worse!"
That did it. How dare he? What did he think-just because I'm a girl, I'm weak? That I can't protect myself? My blood boiled, and I struggled harder against his grip, my wrists aching from how tightly he held them.
"Stop struggling! It's useless,"
he said coldly, his tone dismissive.
"Useless?"
I shot back, my anger flaring.
"You're the one overreacting! I kicked you for self-defense!"
He raised an eyebrow, his grip tightening further.
"Don't act like I tried to kill you!"
I yelled, my voice echoing through the empty room.
"Now let me go! Your grip hurts-it's too tight!"
I glared at him, hating the way he looked at me, like I was some fragile thing to be controlled.
My wrists throbbed under his grasp, but I refused to show any weakness.
No matter how intimidating he was, I wasn't going to let him break me.
"You are really a madman! You're just overreacting for nothing!"
I snapped, my voice dripping with frustration.
I wasn't going to stay silent anymore-not after everything I'd been through with him today.
He didn't say a word, his piercing gaze locked onto mine, but I wasn't done yet.
"This was all your fault from the beginning!"
I continued, my tone rising.
"Who asked you to pin me against that cave wall the first time? You didn't even let me react! How was I supposed to say anything, huh?"
I glared at him, matching his fiery gaze with my own.
My chest heaved as I added,
"You left me with no choice but to kick you! And let me tell you something-if it had been anyone else, I would've done the exact same thing!"
For a moment, my words hung in the air, the tension between us thick and suffocating.
His grip on my wrists loosened slightly, but he still held me in place, refusing to let me move.
His face was unreadable, his dark eyes scanning mine as if trying to decipher something.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally let go of me and stepped back.
My arms dropped to my sides, and I immediately rubbed my wrists, the red marks from his grip stinging against my skin.
His handprints were clear, and the ache only fueled my anger further.
I shot him a furious glare, my voice trembling with both anger and disbelief.
"You're crazy!-"
Before I could finish, he cut me off, his deep voice sharp and commanding.
"Try to complete your sentence, and I'll make you regret it,"
he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I froze, my words dying in my throat.
The cold authority in his voice sent a chill down my spine, and for a moment, I hated how powerless I felt under his towering presence.
But I refused to look away, meeting his gaze head-on even as my heart raced.
Who does he think he is, threatening me like this?
[ Jeon Jungkook POV ]
I was so pissed off by her attitude.
After listening to her ridiculous explanation, I let go of her and stepped back, watching as she stood there, still holding that defiant expression on her face.
It was both frustrating and oddly amusing.
Most women I'd encountered were soft-spoken, calm, and poised-but this crazy woman was the exact opposite.
She was reckless, loud, and unrelenting, constantly jumping into trouble and wearing strange outfits that screamed out of place.
I didn't know why, but she pushed my buttons in ways no one else ever had.
She had the audacity to glare at me, as if she wasn't the one who had caused all this mess.
"No one dares to talk back to me, let alone behave like this in front of me,"
I spat, my voice low but laced with irritation.
"And here you are, acting like a monkey-jumping around, bumping into everything, and, worst of all, that scissor-like tongue of yours that never stops blabbering nonsense."
She met my words with an even angrier glare, her dark eyes burning with defiance.
I smirked internally, feeling a small sense of satisfaction.
If she thought she could get under my skin, I'd make it my mission to get under hers even more.
I couldn't hurt her physically, but there were other ways to make her regret crossing me.
Her behavior irritated me so much that I decided right then and there-I was going to make her life a living hell.
Trouble her, taunt her, bully her endlessly.
That kick of hers wasn't going unpunished, no matter her so-called explanation.
She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could say anything, a loud voice echoed from outside the abandoned house.
"Inaya! Inaya! Where are you?!"
The voice belonged to a boy and came from a short distance away.
The moment she heard it, her face changed, and she instinctively turned toward the door.
So, her name was Inaya. Interesting.
Just as she tried to move, I grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"So your name is Inaya, huh?"
I said with a small smirk, tightening my grip slightly.
She glared at me, her irritation palpable, and wrenched her wrist free from my grasp.
"Rascal,"
she muttered under her breath, turning away as if to ignore me completely.
Her insult flipped a switch in me.
My smirk vanished, replaced by a dark expression as my teeth clenched in anger.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but her audacity only fueled my resolve to put her in her place.
Closing the gap between us in a few strides, I grabbed her wrist again, jerking her back toward me with a sudden force that made her gasp.
Her body collided with mine, and I twisted her wrist behind her back, pinning her in place.
The proximity was suffocating, our faces mere inches apart, her sharp, dark gaze locked with mine.
Her breath hitched, and she frowned, her brows furrowing in anger as she struggled to free herself from my hold. But I wasn't letting her go this time.
"You don't get to walk away after insulting me, Inaya,"
I said, my voice is calm but carrying a dangerous edge.
"Not until I decide to let you."
She struggled against me, trying to move away, but froze when I leaned in closer.
Her eyes widened slightly, betraying a flicker of panic, though her stubborn attitude remained.
That defiance in her gaze only fueled my irritation.
"What are you doing?!"
she asked, her voice laced with panic.
Her reaction gave me a momentary sense of satisfaction, and I leaned even closer, our faces now barely a centimeter apart.
I could feel her breathing quicken, her stubbornness fighting against her obvious discomfort.
"I'll make sure you regret your actions,"
I murmured, my voice low and threatening,
"and the audacity of pulling that stunt on me, Inaya."
I smirked, watching her grit her teeth in frustration.
Her fiery eyes burned with anger as she snapped back,
"Let go of me! You're such an annoying jerk!"
Her defiance only amused me further.
I stared into those deep, black eyes that seemed to hold an endless fire.
As I leaned in even closer, she instinctively turned her head to the side, her eyes squeezing shut as if bracing herself for something.
A small chuckle escaped me.
Did she really think I was going to kiss her? How amusing.
Instead, I leaned toward her ear and whispered, my voice laced with mockery,
"Says the one who kissed me a few moments ago."
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me with a mixture of shock and fury.
"What? Did you actually think I'd kiss you?"
I scoffed, my smirk growing.
"Keep dreaming, girl, because that's never going to happen."
Her face turned a deep shade of red, her anger flaring to its peak.
I knew I'd struck a nerve, and it sent a wave of satisfaction through me.
Slowly, I loosened my grip, giving her the chance to push me away.
And push she did, hard.
"That was not a kiss!"
she snapped, her voice rising in indignation.
"It was a peck on the cheek-an accident! Nothing more! And for the record, I'd rather stay up all night than dream about you, you insufferable jerk!"
Her words came out in a flurry of frustration, her cheeks flushed from both anger and embarrassment.
I was about to respond when, out of nowhere, she stomped on my foot with all her might.
"Argh!"
I groaned, the unexpected pain shooting up my leg as she took the opportunity to dart toward the door.
Before disappearing, she turned back and yelled,
"Enjoy the pain, jerk!"
And with that, she was gone, leaving me standing there, clutching my foot and cursing under my breath.
This crazy woman.
I could have easily caught her again if I wanted to, but I let her go this time.
After all, she was now under my watch.
And sooner or later, she'd realize there was no escaping me.
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