PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

25| Pink blood

Jungkook's POV

Next day

7 pm

I open the door for the one i am anticipating for, my head filled with her thoughts which are getting on my nerves because i cannot do heck, i wasn't supposed to anyways, but i still did the illegal. This should be enough to get us in trouble, and i'm blaming me if something wrong happens to iseul.

"Hey," i smile right when our eyes meet, causing her to smile too. "Hi..." She takes off her shoes and steps in when i open the door for her to enter. "How're you?" I lock the door, tucking one hand inside the pocket of my office pants, and she turns to me, "fine, and you?"

"I'm good. Sit down," i make sure she's comfortable, so she listens to me and walks up to the sofas. I head to the kitchen and grab the cup of hot chocolate, i rip open a packet of sugar.

After adding it, i put some marshmallows in a bowl and walk to her. She's already out with her books, and pouch, seeming adorable as always. It confuses me to think about how such a baby can have this sort of mind which is very exciting to know.

"Here, this will give you the energy you need for studying." I bend down and place this tray in front of her, making her eyes rise up at mine with a soft green glow i love to gaze into.

"Thank you." I get her to grin, but her soft lips form a small halfmoon and it satisfies me a lot. I sit down, getting my own black coffee to sip on it, loving how she leans forth gentle and grabs the cup with both her hands. "You don't like sweets, or either, you dislike marshmallows with hot chocolate?"

I frown, not seeing her take the marshmallows. She laughs timidly, "no. I like these a lot. That's the problem. I just don't want one right now, or....i'll end up....taking all these."

"Take em all, i don't mind. I don't eat this too much anyways." I clear my throat, feeling the coffee reach up my brain, and she glances at me with a soft smile, taking a pink marshmallow, she takes a small bite of this, and her eyes furtively shoot a glimpse at me with some tempting movements of her lips getting me to think of wrong things at a wrong time.

"Was your mother home today?" I slowly sneak deeper into her personal life, knowing my limit and extend, but she shakes her head, licking her lips. "No." I nod at this, and take another gulp of the coffee, "and how's your cheek now? Better?"

"Yes, it's not hurting, but i cannot feel anything over there." She giggles, "so i'm not sure if it's better or gotten worse." She reveals more of what i'd thought i'll hear, and this makes me grin.

"Wait," i get up and go into the bathroom. I open the cabinets, and grab out a cooling and antiseptic cream for sensitive skin. I walk to her. "This should help." I open the lid of this metal tube, and stand before her. Her face near my thighs, this doesn't seem the matter but the only thing i care about right now is her wound. It's still a little deep.

"Lift your head." I ask her to do so, she does and stares cutely at my face while i put some amount of this cream on the tip of my index finger and thumb, and i keep the tube away. I push both of my fingers gently on her cheek, and feel her softness which melts my heart slowly. "Does it hurt?" I smile at her clueless face, and she tells, "kind of, ouch..." my thumb rubbing a bit deeper, she whines in the cutest manner and flinches back.

"It's alright, just hold on a bit more." I grab her by the chin softly and she comes forth, but elevates her head and my eyes mistakenly land down on her cleavage which is exposed and easily visible to me, regarding the position I'm in. I swallow down thickly, and look away, "done."

I cover her red little booboo with this bandage, and walk backwards, giving her her own space so she can breathe easily.

"Thank you, mister jeon." This one says sweetly in the sense of gratitude, and smiles at me, diverting my attention to her mouth. She picks up the second piece of marshmallow and stuffs it between her teeth, this all movements she is doing with her body arouse me like hell, and her tight creamy white top is so pretty, these are all messing with me way too much. I'm not supposed to think about it yet, it's way too soon.

"Do you wish to study?" I empty my drink, and stand up to go to the kitchen, giving her some time to think. I put this into the sink and go back to the hall. "Umm, I am here for that, do you not...like wish to tutor today or...?"

"No," i cut her off kindly, smiling. "I just meant like, do you want to study history?" Her doe eyes fixed at me, she dumbfoundedly stares into my eyes, trying to comprehend my empty words.

"Can you teach physics?" I grin, fixing my thin metal necklace around my neck. "No, i certainly wish i could though." I look straight at her, and take a seat next to her, getting her to shift so i can be comfortable. "Then...?" Iseul inquires more, her head turned towards me and it gets me to gaze closer at her face, "if you'd like, i can try teaching you some things, things other than history...."

"Oh," her lips make a red hollow, i oblige myself to look up, and she averts my gaze cutely in attempt of concealing a cheesy little smile.

"What things...exactly you mean?" She dares here to lift her green sparkly eyes at mine, and she presses her lips into a thin line, provoking me a lot more now that our faces are too close to other's, and i'm able to sniff her intoxicating feminine scent even deeper and better. "Things...."

I find words which sound suggestive, but not too dirty and awkward. "I'll help you realize your feelings a bit better, and i could bring some of your drawings to reality."

She tries to maintain a steady gaze up in my eyes, but her face crimsons little by little the more i inch close to her, and she breaks this deep and long eye contact, chuckling. "You did not peek inside my diary...."

"Too bad i have." I now sense that my closeness with her does not bring any discomfort into her body, and that she likes it. So i place one hand up on her thick and soft thigh i love to imagine in both my veiny hands, or around my waist, or even more good, on my shoulders. It's something i imagined about some days ago, and cannot believe how good that night ended, but it could have been greater if she was here in person to do what i did all by myself.

"Well..." her words getting muffled slowly, i move back after i've pecked the corner of her cute red glossy lips. My heart not doing bad, but also not doing good, i lick my lips and bite on the lower one in a hidden way, her eyes inching from my eyes to down at my lips too much.

"I...don't know how to kiss, mister jeon, i'm...this is so stupid..." she nibbles on her inner cheek and turns away, but i don't let her go, i grab her wrist. "Hey it's not. You're perfect at it."

I reveal it to her, "i'm astonished to hear this from you after all that we did that day when i lost my mind because of you. Don't think this way about yourself. You know just how to kiss, and even if you think you don't, i can handle this."

I light her eyes up, and she gazes on my lips cutely, smiling. "You can teach me, mister jeon?" I nod, but tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear which has triple piercings, "i'd love to."

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