I Hate You!

Author's POV

"Your hands are shaking." you said, your voice hoarse from disuse. "amoré."

Amoré. 'Love' in Italian. That's the word he hates despite the warmth it spread through his chest.

Jimin's jaws clenched tight. He hated that you noticed how his hands shake on your collar and the scalpel. He inhaled a sharp breath and blurted out.

"Shut up. Don't call me that."

Your smile didn't fade. It didn't widen either.

"Why? It suits you." you said "amoré."

His eyes flashed with something between anger and annoyance, but he didn't pull back.

"Your hands are shaking." you repeated and yanked your left-hand free from under his knee. His eyes widened, and he flinched, caught off guard.

He should have known that you aren't weak. The Queen is never weak.

With strange gentleness... almost tenderness, you brushed a few strands of hair from his face and tucked them behind his ear, your fingers brushing his skin and lingering under his eye.

Your eyes never left his, holding them. More of daring him to look away. His breath hitched slightly, but you noticed. You notice everything. And when it comes to him, you even notice if he's breathing just right or not.

Your hand dropped lower, and took his hand holding the scalpel. Not to take the scalpel from him, but to guide it on your pulse point of your throat. To steady his trembling hand.

"Here. It'll take less time for me to die." you said, your voice calm like soft drizzle of a rain.

His eyebrows knitted and stared at you with jaws still clenched.

"You think this is funny?" he said, applying just the slightest pressure on your pulse point with the scalpel. Not enough to break skin, but enough to feel your heartbeat thrumming.

"No. It's not funny." you replied, still calm.

"I'm serious. Go ahead, cut it."

Anger roared through his veins, and he pressed the scalpel even more, drawing a thin line of blood that trailed down your throat in slow motion and disappeared into your white T-shirt, staining the fabric crimson.

A slow smile curled up your lips. No teeth, just lips twitching upwards.

"That's it, my amoré. You're doing good. Keep going." you praised as if it's another Tuesday of getting your throat sliced by him. And somehow it is.

"I'll kill you right now, and then I'll be free from you for forever!" he yelled in your face, but instead of anger or irritation, you chuckled softly. While another drop of blood made its way down your throat.

Your one hand was still trapped under his knee and the other was holding his wrist to steady his hold on the scalpel.

And he was straddling you. Still.

"I trust you. You will." you replied, completely unfazed by the cut on your pulse point.

"Kill me and you'll be free. I promise you, no one will stop you. Not even my men."

His breath stopped. You never promise anything. You never trust anyone, not even if it was just to manipulate other to get your work done. You never did, not to your own self. And yet here you are.

He yanked his hand away from your hold, your hand falling to your side, scalpel dropping on the bed beside him with a soft *THUD*

He stared at her with tears brimming up in his eyes. Tears of rage. Hatred... Maybe guilt too?

"I HATE YOU!" he screamed in your face.

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Helloww! Sweethearts! Your author 'Chammy Chimmy' is back.

Hope you all liked this chapter. And also forgive me for any spelling mistake. Hehe.😸

Because English is not my first language.

Though I'll try to make it better.

ENJOY!!

See ya soon. 😘

MWAHH!

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