PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

26| Motorbike

End of Jungkook's POV

Some days later

7 pm

I shift on the bed, and put my eyes on this gamer cat boy, a cute headband of cat ears on her head, and his neck wrapped with a grunge choker which has got spikes. "Aye are you done?" Bothered by the noise he does with his keyboard and remote controller, i sit up, irritated.

"Nope, these fuckers deserve more of my cute and adorable punches." Lewis tells, his eyes stuck to his gaming pc's screen and he heaves out deeply, smirking. "Gotcha," he scoffs.

"Motherfuckers." He takes off his headphones while chuckling in victory, and he stands up, done ending all his online friends' poor lives and confidence, and their cute little houses too. I put my arm on the side of the pillow, and fall back down again, sighing. He says nothing, but puts a vest over his naked torso, and sits down by my side to sip on his energy drink. "What are you doing?"

He lands right on my left, sliding his cat ears away from his head, he messes his ruffled dark brown hair, smiling as he sticks his head between my arms as i'm scrolling down my phone. "I'm watching TikTok." I mumble, lost in this underwater video i am watching currently.

"Hmm," he gets up only to put his can away, and he falls right back at me again, this time over me, this jerk crushes my entire body under his gigantic weight. "Ugh, you little shit..."

I whine, but push him away, and roll towards the right. I don't think mister jeon would be happy to see this scene, but anyways, he's not here at the moment. And i know this guy here would never do anything wrong with me, or hurt me, so i'm relaxed.

"How's it going with him?" He turns to me, but puts an arm under his head, inhaling loudly, and his question makes me frown with subtle shyness, "with who?" I tease him, grinning at his face.

Lewis furrows his brow, but a smirking smile creeps up his face as he licks his lips, "our history teacher." This triggered me right in the chest, gosh. "I fucking hate you." I groan, turning to the other side to roll and stuff my head into this pillow, having the second hand embarrassment after realizing the reality. "Hehe," he pats my head, "what's wrong with that?"

"Everything." I sit up. "Teachers and students are not supposed to be allowed to do this. Never at all." I feel to cry, but i cannot damn help it. "Aw my baby, it's okay."

He comes close at me, and slides my hair away to smash his lips down and peck my head like i was a baby, his comforting touches really helping me a lot since day one of our friendship. I sniffle like a wimp, and scratch my damp eyelids. "It's never wrong to fall for anyone, but it's wrong if it's incorrect or just for some time." He soothes me through his words sounding right, "you like mister jeon as a person, not because he's your teacher or anything, right?" I nod, he smiles softly. "See, you like him, and it's holy kudos to life that he feels the same towards you as well, it's perfectly alright. I don't see why it's a problem because you're legal and old enough to not create a disgusting image of him which tends to be addressed as pedophile. I honestly like the idea of a nice and caring older partner, it feels kinda cozy and protected for some good fucking reason."

I have no words, this jerk really knows he has his way with his assuring words and kind explanations.

"Thank you so much, my human pillow. I feel better." I put my arms around his neck, and he chuckles over my head, rubbing the back of it gently. "Welcome, bratty girl."

. . .

I walk into the main gate for this apartment. But i see mister jeon near the backyard. I walk to him once he sees me, he smiles. "Hi, i'm glad you're a bit early...."

He speaks, stepping up at me while wiping his hands. I glance back to see what he was doing, but i sense a hint of manner which i should follow, so i don't. "Hey," i smile up at him, but he grabs me and pulls me inside the backyard gently. "What were you doing?" I eye this fancy but dusty motorbike kept along the corner of this tiny space i assume is mister jeon's personal area.

"Nothing much, just thought to sort some old things out from the garden and give it to the junk." He walks towards the boxes, and slides them away from the chair, "take a seat, we still have some minutes left before i start the class."

Last time he taught me the sensual way to kiss, i have no idea about what he'll teach tonight.

"Are you planning to move out, or...?" I mentally facepalm at this stupid question i just asked, but this makes him chuckle, and he turns around to face me with his sharp eyes. "No, not planning on doing it soon either. I just wanted to clean the things, and i was free. I get bored easily if i don't have anything to work on, and that led me to do this job."

Mister jeon takes the rug, and wipes his forehead with it to clean off the sweat beads. I gulp, but try not to remember about three days back when he had this same reaction and red face, and i still have a hard time trusting myself for giving him a boner.

"Oh," i look down at my legs tightly clenched together, i let down my books and bag to keep it on this small circle table. "I feel the same way."

He smiles, "really?" I nod, turning around to wherever he's going and i keenly see him working. "What topic do you wanna study on today?" He faces me, bending down to pack the last box, i glance at his exposed arms but get up and walk to him. "I just want to revise today, not study."

"Revision, okay..." he gets up, and turns to me, his eyes shining in black delight which is expressed easily from his face. "Is this your bike?"

I look over at the bike, and observe it, imagine this man next to me on it and how he'd look while driving the bike. It must be deadly hot. I cannot even imagine without being breathless, it would be heavenly to see him ride it.

"Yeah," a faint smile he beams softly, but passes his tongue down on his red lip, and squints his eyes at me, the corners crinkling with tenderness. I glance down at the grass, and go over to the bike. "It's a nice colour." I smile, passing my hand on to the leather clutch, the black part which must have surely touched mister jeon's hand. "I loved it a lot too."

Lost in the memories i am weaving inside my head regarding a biker mister jeon, i don't realize when he lifted me up and sat me down astride the leather cushion.

I grin at him, but flatten my hands down to sit comfortably in a way my skirt does not fly up and show him what i want to keep for later. "It feels comfortable." I blurt out, but think more than twice about what i just said, and i realize it sounds a bit too much.

I am so dumb, i hate to not know how to act in certain situations.

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