Orphaned

seven

By the time Jungkook had returned home on the first day, Rina was beyond bored. She had spent hours peering out of the windows into the back garden and picking at her nails. 

In the evening, she decided to cook for Jungkook's return. He had purchased her all kinds of foods after they had moved to the new house, things that she certainly didn't know what to do with. 

She tried her best, and in the end, the meal seemed to be edible. 

The following day, Jungkook brought her paint samples and interior design booklets from the local stores. 

Rina immediately took to decorating their living space. 

After school, Jungkook would head to work with his hyungs. They had all chosen to not speak about the girl that they had seen him with, the threat of his violence hanging over their heads and keeping them silent. 

It was a Friday, and Jungkook had finally finished work. He was heading back to the small house with his pockets stuffed, the monetary gain from the night being something rather impressive. 

The house smelled like paint when he entered. It was a nice day, so the windows were open and filtering in fresh air. The sound of clattering cans pushed his feet towards the shared bedroom down the hall. 

Rina had her long hair tied back, exposing her neck. There were small flecks of paint in her dark brown locks, but she didn't seem to notice. Or perhaps she didn't care. 

She merely glanced at Jungkook when he entered the room, the task of painting far too interesting for her to look away, if only for a moment. A soft smile spread across her face at his return to the home. Finally, she was no longer alone. "Welcome back!" she said happily. 

Jungkook was far too distracted by her exposed neck and collarbones to properly respond to her words. Before they moved, her hair was always down. This very well could have been the first time he'd seen her with her hair tied back, and he was certainly enjoying the view. 

He closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts, hoping that obscuring his sight would allow him to get his mind back on track. 

It certainly didn't. 

The image that filled his mind as soon as his eyes were shut only made his problem worse, though this wasn't anything new to him. 

Pressed against the kitchen counter, Rina's back against Jungkook's chest. Her skin was sticky and damp from sweat, her breathing labored from the rough movements made by the man behind her. 

Jungkook had his hand gripped firmly around her ponytail, her head pulled back and resting on his shoulder. His lips moved against her throat, several dark spots littering the clear skin. She was shaking, her body barely able to keep up with his stamina. 

His other hand snaked up her stomach and cupped her breast, squeezing the mound of flesh tightly. A soft whimper left her lips. The sound only pushed his thrusts to be more aggressive, the young man unable to handle the heavenly sound. 

Jungkook opened his eyes. 

Rina's neck was clear. She was unfortunately clothed and he tragically wasn't inside of her. 

She glanced away from the spot that she was painting, her large eyes bright with creativity. "I made you some pork," she smiled. 

Jungkook loved Rina's cooking. He had purchased her a cookbook after she expressed her frustration with the daunting task of making good food, and since then she seemed to be enjoying the process. 

Jungkook pondered how his noona would react if he were to offer the meat that he had for her. 

Shaking the thoughts from his head he stepped closer to her, his eyes traveling the wall that she was working on.