Shades Of Lust

Chapter 2 | Don't Need Your Name

If anyone had seen my face right now, they would have laughed at my facial expression. I was intimidated by a woman. And for a man, that was quite scandalous. I blinked a few times, wetting my dry lips with my tongue as I stared at those eyes which held me captivated. The smoke came from her red lips as she breathed slowly, tilting her head. The smirk plastered on her lips was mocking me for my misery. Not on a regular basis would you find a man flustered by a woman.

It wasn't only her stare, her voice, her words, that had caught me off guard. Yes, I was staring at her like a creep but had never expected those words. I have caught people staring at me often, but never did I say something like that. If checking out someone was indirectly eye fucking them, then we all have done this crime, every day. I coughed, taking my time to deny her accusations, but was I innocent? 

No, guilty as charged. But I hid it. 

"Sorry" I said, to reassure myself and probably to ask what she had said, I was a good pretender. Avoiding my eyes from her, I searched for my bike. Although I could feel her stare burning on me. The darkness did a pretty good job of helping me to hide my embarrassment. 

The thick air around us was burning with the scent of alcohol and her cigarette, something I hated as a guy. For a guy, I was very shy and uncomfortable around unknown people. But still I choose to sing in front of several unknown people. Sometimes, I just couldn't understand myself. Beyond the bitter smoke of her cigarette and it's toxic burning scent was a subtle sweetness I couldn't resist. 

All I needed was to leave at that moment even though I was searching for her a while ago, like my life was depending on it. Is this how romance happens in those cheap romantic novels? 

"Was that song for me?" Her voice came like a sharp knife cutting the thick air. I bit my lip. The song was only written before, but after seeing her it had become something else, something more. Looking at her, I met her eyes which held no emotions, her eyebrows scrunched up together. 

"No, it was for everyone" I replied bluntly, leaving no space for suspicion. The look on her face clearly told me that she was not convinced by my answer. Instead, she took out the cigarette from her lips, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it with her heel.

"You know" She started, taking a step towards me "the way you sang it while looking at me one would probably think it was written for me" maybe it was not written for you but you made it for you. Before meeting you they were just words scribbled on paper but you gave them the meaning. But I would never say it loudly apart from admitting to myself. 

It was just a coincidence. We would probably never meet again. 

"Well" She tilted her head "who knows" and with that i found myself breathless again. Had she just guessed what I was thinking? I could only stare at her, to her beautiful face, close to mine. It was something I had never felt before towards anyone. 

If it was not for her, I would have had to change my sexual preference. 

"I-" my words were frozen deep inside me, not coming out of my lips. Be a man, be a man Jungkook. If it was another guy, he probably would have already flirted with her but look at you standing like a scared bunny as if she would snatch your carrot. 

I cringed at my own thoughts. No wonder I was bad at this. But I did feel like a bunny in a trap. Her hazel eyes looking at me, no hesitation, no sign of nervousness, as if I was the prey here. 

"I indeed was looking at you because you were the perfect person for my song" it was not a lie but also not the whole truth, I mentally praised myself for politely replying. Because suddenly I wanted to leave a good impression. "So you are saying I'm the muse of your song?" she raised her eyebrows at me and I simply nodded to her question.