AMOUR || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 34 | Your stare on me

I never break eye contact but smile at him, but our attention gets snatched away from one another once Bubble runs away from me, with a string of my dress in her mouth, and opens the front in a simple second. My hands fly up to my breasts that got a bit revealed with my bra, but Mister Jeon hurries to catch her. "Bubble!" her name removes all the authority from him, but he manages to stop her, and he squats down to retrieve what she took away from my clothing. "Give me that, little brat," he gets it away from her mouth, and she quickly escapes.

He comes back towards me as I am burning in embarrassment and keeping my hands against my chest. My face must pour in display what is going on inside of me. I am so hot right now, I feel like dying.

"Here, I’m so sorry," he stands before me, so I get up and try to use one hand only to take it.  "You can use the bathroom if you need," he suggests me to do as it must be more than obvious that I am struggling. "I don’t even know how it was done," I stress out, not knowing what to do but feeling like I should not ask him to give me a hand.

"I…Do you want me to help or something?" he reads my mind, and I glance up at him, feeling the heat on my face. "I…Yeah…If you don’t mind. I just…" I pull my hand away from my breasts but keep the fabric close to my skin to not reveal anything more than what he saw a minute ago. "I think you have to pass the string through the holes like on a shoe, but I’m always unable to find the way to do it," I set my eyes on him to check his reaction, and he takes the string in his hand. "I’m going to do it as if it was a shoe, then I’ll make the bow at the top," he remembers how it was more than I do, so I hold both sides and let him do it, hoping for this to not make him uncomfortable.

I look down at his fingers, watching how delicately he is doing this, obviously avoiding my skin to not touch this area of my body. "Is it good so far? Isn’t it too tight?" he stops before going higher. "It’s good," I let him continue that way, and he carries on. This is silent like ever. I raise my eyes up as discreetly as possible, and I have a glimpse of his features, spending those long seconds with my attention on his lips and big eyes. He is so effortlessly attractive, even more when he is focused.

"I’m almost done," he allows me to take my hands off of it, but I bite my lips at the feeling of them forming a smile while I am staring at his thin and soft ones. For no reason known, his teeth appear. "What is making you smile like that?" he catches me, and I drift my eyes up to his. "Your face when you’re focused," I do not tell a falsehood that would be unnecessary, and he bites his lips. "Don’t stare at me when I’m focused, it makes me nervous," he finishes doing the bow. "Look, is it pretty like this?" he brings my eyes on it, and I nod. "Yes, thank you."

"You’re welcome," he steps back, and he puts the stool, that he used, properly.

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12:20 pm.

'JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V.'

"Breakfast is ready, Hajoon," I call him, and I walk back to the dining table where y/n and Hyejoon are, my little boy acting shy in front of her when he was excited about seeing her yesterday. "He’ll be there in a minute," I sit down on my chair, but already hear a door upstairs. He is faster than usual, what a coincidence.

While Hajoon is joining us, I lay my eyes on y/n, finding it awfully difficult to not look at her when I have been hoping for this day to happen for so long. I smile at the sight of her answering Hyejoon’s questions, his baby face and little voice weakening her heart for sure. "This is the food you brought, isn’t it?" Hajoon asks her, and she answers while holding the toy my baby gave her. "We can’t tell you, you have to eat, and then once dinner will be done, you’ll tell us what you preferred."