PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

27| Special

"It does?" I hum, ignoring the previously encountered feelings. I study the shape and design of this electronic blue motorbike for a while, but get distracted by a feeling of a warm hand up on my skin, i gaze at mister jeon as he places his hand on my thigh but looks behind me.

"Do you still use this?" I chicken out, look away from his powerful gaze of an intimidating dominant man, and i ask, tracing my fingers on the steel. "No. Not anymore since a year after buying the car." He tells. "But if you want," he makes me curious, leaving his sentence unfinished. I slide closer forth to him but smile, "what...?"

"I can give you a ride someday." Mister jeon's lips curve into a smug smile, i laugh, "that'd be cool." I ignore the tingles he's spreading into my body by the way his tough hands are moving on my hot skin, and still feeling bothered, i sigh and grab both the clutches to lean forth and twist these.

"I wish i could ride it too." I pout furtively, lowering my head because of the guilt i feel now that i rejected lewis's offer for teaching me how to drive a bike. "Finish your exams, then i may think to teach you." His voice deepening, he leaves my skin finally and goes off to the back, rubbing the leather cushion which is very soft and comfortable. "You're already teaching me a lot of things, i don't want to add up on that." The memories of last time spent in his house, i get bashful but take up a lot of courage to look in this one's eyes.

Mister jeon says nothing, he chuckles lightly and touches the side of my face, "i don't mind. I'm really pretty sure i like to spend every minute with you, even if it's for studies." He rubs his thumb softly over my red skin of the cheek, makeing me smile and get shy.

I look up in his eyes, and see honesty through them. He inches his face closer to me, and breathes out delicately, i shut my eyes and he joins our lips very slowly with tenderness.

My head moving back, i slide up to get a little closer to his height and he wraps his lips on the tip of my tongue which i slid out timidly, heating up like a damn microwave. This feels really good, it's causing the nerves of my brain to explode and spark with ecstasy, just like the last time we kissed. My heart rushes, i place my small hand on his muscular chest and recognize the quick and heavy sync of his heartbeat similar to my rapid one.

A gentle hum leaving him, he breathes out in my mouth, his hot hands reaching up to my neck while I'm losing myself the more he's tilting his head, and deepening every little sensations I crave so good.

A hand gets around my neck and mister jeon cups my throat with his veiny and slender hand. I get a hold of this, but don't know what to do, how to cope, and my body starts to feel feverish. I don't stop indulging myself into this kiss, and i roll my tongue on his lower lip, getting pulled closer to his body, he gives a gentle bite on my skin already worked up.

He pulls away after what felt like an eternity, and i open my eyes to gaze into his deep ones which are gleaming with dimness.

"Shall we study now?" He glances down at my face all shy and ruined, i nod, "yeah," i gulp down some of the cherry and warm taste still left roaming in my mouth, and i stare at mister jeon's lips which are red, puffy and smeared with my pink lipstick. He takes notice of the direction of my gaze, but smiles softly.

12 am

Jungkook's POV

Done with my hot relaxing bath, i keep the soothing lotion for my face back on the sink and get ready for bed, exhausted but not yet sleepy since I've overdrank coffee a little too much in the evening.

I leave the bathroom, and slide the towel away from my damp and watery skin, i ruffle my hair which is still wet, water's dripping down my nape.

I don't wear anything, and turn the lights off to then just let one lamp be lit on my nightstand, the dim yellow one. The aura being peaceful enough for me to be really comfortable, i grab my phone after drinking some cold water, and i lay down on the mattress, sighing deeply. I cover my naked body with the duvet, having advantages because I live all alone in here.

Wanting to make a right use of this peaceful time, i take my phone out to see the text I've received from the only adorable little girl. A small smile full of the sober delight runs up on my lips, and gets my head light, i put my free hand behind my head, pushing my head back deeper onto the pillow.

Honestly no, never had a detention before but it's okay :) maybe detentions aren't so bad as i thought they were

She's testing me really bad, since the moment we kissed tonight, i cannot take this out my head about the fact that she's so sensitive to that choking effect. I'm pretty sure she's hiding much more than just her adorableness with kinks, and sensitivity to my slight touches.

Really? You seem to like punishments but i don't know, maybe I'm just blabbering

I wait for her reply to come, my finger brushing past my lower lip because of the tension I'm feeling running through me and her unconsciously. She finally gets online, and starts to type, getting me to feel some hints of nervousness.

You indeed are. I don't like punishments but you seem to like giving them, mister jeon '-'

Believe me i don't. I just feel obliged and forced without my will to punish a bad girl like you, sweetheart. But if you be good, I'll never punish you☺

Do you give extra classes to other students too?

She totally ignored my previously sent text, making me raise a brow at her this behaviour. She changes the subject, being a bit more interrogative, and she unintentionally makes my heart happy, and my head feels lighter.

I just give her a call, not in the mood to type down what i need to. She picks it up, but never says a word so i start.

"I don't, never done it to anyone except one time. To be honest i tried to think upon this some years back, when times were difficult and i was feeling too stressed out. I asked three students to stay after classes, and i taught them for some time until a student tried to cheat, sneaking the test paper from the teacher's cupboard after i went into the washroom, the one i was preparing that year was unluckily kept there. I almost lost hopes from everything since my job, my whole career got into this risky sort of trouble. But thankfully, the principal was kind and wise enough to not fire me and instead, rusticate the certain student after sending a letter to his parents. I still feel the chills remembering this incident, gosh..."

I take a deep breathe after letting out this to someone who i trust, after a long time. "Oh that's terrible." Her soft voice resonates in my quiet room, the gulp going down my throat, she stays silent but tells me she felt confused and weird hearing all this too.

"I hope whosoever did that won't repeat it again. Though I'm glad we have a nice principal in our school."

Her little laugh brings me back into the present, i chuckle, licking my lips. "I hope so too." Not willing to speak further, i remain silent and just hear her soft breaths from the other side. "Anyways, tell me about your dinner."

I end this tensed conversation, and fiddle with the fabric of my bedsheets, pulling it and then leaving it, she giggles. "Dinner?" Her astonishment resounds truly, "i did my dinner, in fact, i had it early tonight since i had some work."

She takes a soft breath in, "what about you? Have you eaten well?"

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