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- "Why can't you just accept it? I don't understand how you're so persistent that you hate me... you clearly dont-"
"You have no idea how I feel about you. And if you do know, somewhere in that thick skull of yours, then you don't care." Tears formed in your eyes.
That made him stop talking. He just looked at you, his eyes filled with sorrow and shame. It made your heart beat faster, you felt bad. You had no idea why.
"Love-"
"Don't call me that." You started breathing heavier, you couldn't control yourself. You were scared of him. You didn't want to be- you didn't want him to have this control over you, but he had you in the palm of his hand. Whether he knew it or not.
"...y/n. I understand I've wronged you- but you can't change the fact that you love me." He smiled.
His beautiful smile that always put you in a trance. It fit him so perfectly. You shook your head.
"No. No- it was a mistake- you're a monster! I could never love a monster!"
"I'm not a monster-"
"Really?? really?"
He stopped speaking. He didn't look you in the eye. "Jareth. You are a horrible person."
He walked towards you, now being too close for comfort.
"I've done what I had to."
The tears finally broke free, flooding down your face, your chest tightened, it burned.
"Fuck you."
"Y/n-"
You pushed him away, walking towards B/n, who was lying on the ground. You finally got a good look at him.
It disgusted you.
Why would he do this??
Why did Jareth do this??
"...why did you do this?"
"You don't understand."
"Oh I dont?" You yelled
"Y/n- just let me explain."
"Expla- You're a psychopath!" You were basically screaming at this point. You felt like throwing up.
"You don't understand-"
You picked him up, blood staining your clothes, "Y/n. I can help him-"
"I don't want you anywhere near him."
"He could die-"
"Because of you!"
"No-" -
Your eyes shot open. You were breathing heavily. "B/n..?" You looked around, you were in bed, well, the bed Jareth gave you.
That's when you remembered, he'd kidnapped you. 'What's with him and kidnapping people?' You thought harshly, as you tried to gather yourself.
You walked over to the bathroom connected to your room, trying to remember the dream.
You lifted the lid to the toilet and threw up as you remembered your brothers mangled body lying limp in your arms.
You still have no idea why Jareth would do such a thing.
You quickly brushed your teeth and hair, then walked out the bathroom and looked out the window, it was night.
You were wearing a baggy shirt and some sweatpants.
You walked out of the room and wandered around the halls.
You entered one room, it was dimly lit, there was a bar against the back wall, a pool table in the middle of the room, and a small table to the right of it.
You walked over and picked up the cue ball and rolled it in your hand.
"Trying to practice my crystal ball tricks?"
You turned quickly, grabbing the cue ball so tight your knuckles turned white. "How do I never hear you enter a room?"
He shrugged and walked closer, standing on the opposite end of the pool table, "Want to play?"
You thought about it for a little longer than he'd liked. So he made an offer, "What if... we make a bet?"
"...what type of bet?"
"What do you want?- other than being let out of the castle, that I cannot do."
You wanted to make him angry, make him scared.
"...I want to see Hoggle." His eyes flashed with hatred.
You met Hoggle when you went through the Labyrinth all those years ago, his job, supposedly, was to sit out in front of the labyrinth, kill fairies, and let people into the labyrinth when they asked the right question.
Though he had a history of becoming friends with the people that went through the labyrinth.
"Fine. If you win, you get to see Hoggle." He walked around the pool table, standing in front of you, "If I win, you have to kiss me."
You clutched the cue ball harder, "one simple kiss, that's all." He smiled at you, feeling the fear and anger radiating off if you.
You really wanted to win now.
"Deal?" He stretched his hand out.
You put the cue ball down, and shook his hand, "yeah. Deal." He smiled a bit wider, before going and grabbing two sticks, handing one to you.
"Solids or stripes?" He asked you, "Solids."
- skip because pool is kind of boring -
He had a green ball by the left top hole you had one, right next to the green ball, hiding behind it from the cue ball. The 8 ball was next to the wall on the top.
You figured you could bounce the cue ball off the wall behind them and hit it into the hole, then get the 8 ball next turn. So that's what you did.
But you hit it too hard, because of course you did.
The ball went into the hole, but it sent the green ball flying over to the 8 ball, so now all Jareth had to do was hit the green ball hard enough for it and the 8 ball to move forward slightly and go into the hole.
You silently cursed yourself, your palms started getting sweaty and there was a lump in your throat. 'Was he going to win??' You thought.
You didn't want to kiss him, you didn't want to relive that.
Part of you deep down wanted to, part of you that you tried to destroy or at least hide. You couldn't convince that part of you that he's a horrible person.
He chuckled lightly as he got ready to hit the cue ball. Looking suddenly very serious, he pulled the stick back and hit the ball hard.
It glided across the green surface and hit the green ball, which in turn, hit the 8 ball. Both going into the hole.
"Fuck." You whispered, your voice trembled ever so slightly.
He chuckled again, "Guess that's the game." He said nonchalantly as he walked over to you.
He grabbed your chin, gently pulling your face to his, he smiled and tilted his head to the side. "Well?"
'I can do this. It's just a kiss. I have to do this- I don't want to know what will happen if I dont.'
You inhaled shakily and leaned in, pressing your lips to his, feeling them fit together again after so many years.
You started to pull away but he put a hand on the back of your head and another on your waist, and pulled you back into him, pressing your bodies together. You moaned quietly into his mouth, as he got more rough.
You started opening your mouth, letting him in. You knew why you were doing this, you never truly hated him, deep down you always knew that. You hated that you loved him, and that made you believe you hated him.
You loved how you fit together, you loved how weak he made you. You hated it too though. You hated how he could make you do anything he wanted. You hated how made you're heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomache.
You pulled away, breathing heavily from fear and excitement. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" He jokingly said. You chuckled breathlessly, "uh- I'm gonna go to bed now." You say as you push out of his hold and stifly walk back to your room.
- - Jareths Pov - -
He pushed me out of the way and ran out of the room.
The second he left the room, my knees went weak and my heart was basically beating out of my chest.
I touched my lips lightly, and leaned back against the pool table, using one hand for stability. "He's so perfect..." I whispered breathlessly.
He had no idea the hold he had on me, the hold he had on my heart. And it was clear he felt similarly in some way, even if it was just a tiny sliver of him.
I close my eyes, imagining his lips on mine once again. His lips were so soft, his skin was soft too.
'I wonder what it would feel like to kiss down his neck, to kiss his collar bone. What he looked like lying below me, begging for me.'