Your Eyes Tell || JJK

*✧ 7 ✧*

A few days passed and I felt like everything happened way too quickly. I was supposed to visit my parents but I eventually canceled it. Not only does it make me feel bad about it... it also makes me a bad daughter in general. I realize I would have to convince my parents I am okay and Taehyung is just sick or on some stupid business trip, but I am definitely too old and exhausted to act it out.

I've been such a mess it didn't take long to convince me to throw a party to celebrate my new role in the office. And since I didn't want anyone to find out I've actually been a wreck for the past few months, I agreed, a broad smile painted on my face as I nodded enthusiastically when Soyeon gave the idea during the team meeting.

The team consists of people only 3-4 years younger than me and I usually don't feel uncomfortable having them around. With girls, it's more like a big sis-little sis relationship and it's relieving to know I can be much of help. And that we can go and have a drink after a hard day at work. At least my mind isn't constantly occupied with Taehyung, Cassie and the pain built up within me.

I also took care of my personal space. Taehyung's things, the rest that he didn't take with himself the last time, are either packed into some boxes or hidden, taken away from the sight, so I don't come across them every second and burst in tears.

Time to move on, huh?

What I didn't take care of, though, is my own needs. The frustration has been building up inside of me since I found out he was cheating and tons of responsibilities at work didn't let me make it up for myself properly. The thoughts are running in my head as I lean against the door frame and take the last glance at the living room. Everything is ready: the case consisting of every alcohol you wish for, new pillows and flowers everywhere, mouth-watering snacks, waiting on the kitchen counter and some food heating up in the oven. I lick my lips, looking at the clock. 45 minutes left.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I approach my queen bed and fall down on it silently; the silky material of my dress pulled up slightly, so I could slide my fingers underneath it. I gasp quietly at this forgotten feeling as wetness spreads all over my fingers. I brush my fingers lightly against the core, teasing myself as if I was a little indecisive. My fingertips rub my core and I tilt my head back, spreading my legs a little to make myself as comfortable as it can be.

"S-shit," I mumble, circling my clit slowly, so my body can adjust to the touch. Eventually, the movements become faster as I feel fully aroused. A moan escapes my chapped lips as my fingers travel down to break through my folds and push inside. I thrust in and out, deeper and harsher; my other hand grips onto the bed sheets as I notice both the knot in my stomach and my walls getting tighter with each shove. My heart skips a beat and my breath hitches and I know I won't be needing much time. I close my eyes and grind my hips against my hand and it only doubles the pleasure. A wave of chills run down my body as I move my fingers back to my swollen entrance and pick up the pace.

And just when I'm about to come there's a knock on the door. A fucking knock on my door.

I groan, standing up and rushing to the hall. My steps are sloppy and my thighs still tremble and, well, I can't stop thinking about releasing. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror and I regret it. My cheeks flush with deep red color and my hair is at least messy as I try to unknit my navy-blue dress. I'm freaking upset right now.

I'm mad, however, my gaze softens for a second as I open the door and see a familiar silhouette leaning against the door; his perfume almost stupefying my senses. A chuckle leaves his lips as he smirks down on my sulky face.