Isn't Me | VKook

POV: Jungkook
I don't know what made me think that ordering a shot of tequila was a good idea, but I took the risk and got one anyway. Taehyung raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he kept hush and simply handed me my drink. He ended up pouring himself one as well, although he was much better at downing his shot than I was.

"Do you feel any better now, baby?" He asked me, his hand slowly trailing up my arm. "Surely, the drink should be hitting you soon enough. Of course, I could always get you another one if you're not already tipsy," he giggled, his hand stopping as it got to my neck.

I could feel my cheeks burn as he curled his fingers around my neck and spun my barstool around so that my back was facing him. Both of his hands slid down to my shoulders as I could feel his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

Slowly, he started to plant a few kisses on my neck, simply pressing down his lips on to my skin to begin with. He caught me by surprise as I flinched and tried to move away from him, however I knew that there was no way out of this because I agreed to be his slave for tonight and there was no turning back now.

"Loosen up, baby," he growled, trying to get my body to stop being so stiff. The grip around my shoulders got tighter as he started to suck on my neck instead, occasionally grazing, or even sinking in his teeth, which I'm sure would have left purple marks. It hurt like hell sometimes, but I liked the feeling all at the same time. "C'mon, loosen up, baby."

I finally did as told, suddenly letting my body go all loose like a puppet that had lost its master. My throat started to burn from the alcohol and everything started to seem just a tad bit blurry. It almost felt like I wasn't even alive at all, because everything feel bizarre.

Taehyung's lips didn't move away from my skin as he worked his way upwards towards my cheek, before turning me once more so that I was right in front of him again. I fumbled about with my hands as I awkwardly sat there, waiting for him to do something else.

A hand steadily slid down my leg until it got to my upper thigh. He looked down at his hand and then back at me with an odd smirk that sort of looked a bit angry too. He moved his face closer to mine until our foreheads were touching and all I could smell was the strong alcohol in his breath.

"Look, bitch, I'm done playing nice for the night," he squeezed my thigh with his hand. "You're gonna chug down that bottle of vodka whether you like it not, and then you're gonna do exactly as I say, do you fucking understand me?!"

I was about to reply to him with a meek and pathetic 'yes sir', but he swiftly closed the gap between us before I could even get a chance to open my mouth.

This kiss felt... familiar.