Careless | Park Jong Gun

Chapter 17

•What Happen•

Warning: Mature content ahead!

Y/n was packing her clothes that she will take to Spain. Gun told her to bring the dresses and heels that he bought for her. She was problimatic on how will she fit all of those in her bag. She sighed and went out of her room. Knocking on Gun's door that was already open.

"Come in." He shouted.

The man was not in any corner of the room. She could hear the sound of the running water. He must be taking a shower. She clicked her tongue and sat on the bed. His room smells like him, manly and expensive. What caught her eyes was the red cand that was litted up on his desk.

She flopped on her back on the bed. She spread her hand to her side. Her neck and arm was aching on all the packing she did. The bathroom's door opened, and Gun with a towel hugging his waist, came out.
The man has couple of scars on his chest and back. Her eyes follows his figure as he walk to his closet.

She could see how his muscles flex as she opened the closet. Her eyes widen when Gun dropped the towel. She could see his thck butt cheeks.

"What the fuck!" She shouted and Gun shrieked.

The man hid inside his closet.

Y/n slowly processed what just happen. She laughed loudly on how Gun shrieked. His towel was on the floor that he left when he quickly hid on the closet.

"Why are you still hiding?" She was trying hard not to laugh.

"Why are you here?" He asked instead.

She burst out laughing when she hears how embarassed he sounded. She bet that he is red as a tomato right now.

"No need to be shy now, honey." She teased Gun, mocking what he said last time.

She laughed again when Gun was just silent. She stood up from laying down the bed.

"I will just come back later." She said and closed the door.

She went back to her room and lay flatly on her bed. A few minutes her door open. Gun, who was in his plain white shirt and boxer already, went inside of her room. He walked towards her and lay beside her. His arms snaked into her body, wrapping her. He hid his face in her neck.

"What are you doing?" She was confused about the way he acts.

Gun didn't answer and just buried his face even more. Pulling Y/n's body closer to his until they were centimeter a part.

They stayed in that position for a while when Gun started placing featherly kisses on her neck. The way his soft lips touches the skin of her neck gives shiver to her spine. Her back straighten and move away from Gun, her hand on the neck where Gun kissed.

She stared at him with wide eyes and unable to say any word. Gun just stared back to her.

"Don't do that without asking." She hissed at him.

"Can I kiss you, then?" Gun sat up. "I'm asking now."

She gulped. Gun has been suprising her with the way he acts since the morning. Unconciously, she nodded her head in a slow manner.