The night is getting older and time is ticking like a deafening heartbeat. The moonlight she usually basks in suddenly feels like scotching hot Sun that leaves stinging sunburns on her arms and the cloudy bed feels like cement under her butt. One word to describe this burning hell is regret. Ara regretted welcoming the tatted man whom her body have grown custom to even though they'd only spent a night together and is currently sitting on the edge of the bed, right beside her. Despite their far proximity, Ara can still feel the strong yet annoying attraction of her body towards the man beside her. Her skin is flaring hot, fingers fidgeting and throat dry.
What was she thinking when she openly asked her one-night stand to chill with her in her room for awhile? What the hell was going through that little horny mind of hers when she invited him to sit on the bed? She has no answer to that nor is she interested in digging a little deeper into this attraction. Nevertheless, he's still on her bed, in silence. A ray of faint moonlight shines through the slit of the curtains and onto the smooth honey skin of the man beside her, catching her immediate attention when angry red cut stands out like a sore thumb. She can't help herself but frowns at the cut which is starting to bleed again. Did no one take care of his injuries? Ara was so busy with Jimin wrapping her up like a mummy that she had forgotten about the partner that she had accompanied to their first mission and now she's feeling bad about it.
Absentmindedly, Ara lifts her thumb and gently wipes away the small spots of blood creeping out of the cut. Her cold fingers send a shock of shivers up his spine and Jungkook whipped around and grabs her wrist with lightning speed. It's just out of instinct, at least that's what he'd told himself as he denied the tingling sensation that made his hair stand on end, but it seems to have startled the girl. At the sight of her bulged eyes, Jungkook retreats his hand and locks them on his knees, feeling guilty for giving her a heart attack.
As usual, Ara gives him a weak smile and shakes her head, telling him it's fine even though it kinda makes her scoot away a little but she recovers her act of timidity by turning to the side table where she'd left a plaster on. She tears it open and hovers it above his cut but she is stopped once again, "I can do it myself", Jungkook reaches for the plaster but Ara is quick to pull away, "I'll do it for you. I doubt you even know its location", Ara left no room for him to respond and proceeds with her pasting. While she's gently caressing the plaster on his skin, Jungkook remains planted to his position not by the softness of her touch but by the voice she had just used on him....again. And this was the sole reason of his late night visit to her room. Well, other then wanting to check on her and thank her.
"You're using it again", he suddenly utters with eyes staring sharply at her. Ara crooks an eyebrow at him, finishing her last touch on his cut before pulling away, "use what?". Jungkook slowly leans in, dark gaze focused and expression turns stern. He's inspecting her not in a creepy or intimate way but rather full of fascination. A curious bambi. "That commanding voice. Somehow you manage to, I don't know, change your voice and make it sound deeper and....controlling?", even Jungkook is starting to question himself yet his guts are telling him something about that voice he used back there when she shoved him away and told him to go after the men and again when she told him to let her apply the plaster for him. Told, more like demanded. And somehow, that particular voice freeze his rationality while his body followed her command.
Ara frowns confusingly at him. Though he's a gorgeous specimen to stare at, she would rather him not stare at her like someone with two heads, it makes her uncomfortable and little.....heated. Upon sensing her uneasiness, Jungkook blinks and leans back with a breathy sorry before glancing down at his feet. Then, the duo is back to square 1 with awkward silence, avoiding gazes and heated bodies. Ara was about to burst out of awkwardness when she senses the muscular body beside her relaxes with a heavy sigh, "thank you....for what you did back there in the explosion". She blinks in surprise and turn to the side only to meet his beautiful glassy eyes, not glossy and she can see her silhouette in those dark orbs. A soft grin tugs on his lips and Ara almost forgets how to breath. He's beautiful.
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗦 // 𝗝𝗝𝗞 (FT 𝗣𝗝𝗠)
FanfictionSomeone once said, "a simple life isn't one to be born with, but one to achieve instead". Jeo Ara thought her life was as simple as a university student who is trying to figure her life out and seems to be failing to do so. But after unfolding her t...
