PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

35| You

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Undoing my towel, i let the damp hair fall down to my waist. His taste in fragrance is honestly very astonishing, it's amazing.

I smile but wear the skirt i left here last night, the one which is folded properly and kept on the study table present here, i tuck his black t-shirt inside, not wanting to wear the tight dress shirt this time because i want to feel comfortable.

I quickly put on my thigh socks, and put it on, impatient to devour on some food, i feel like starving. I grab my phone and leave the bedroom, the odour of something spicy already spreading around the whole house.

"Good morning." I run to the attached kitchen and hall, and i stand up on my tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek, wrapping my arms around his bare torso as he might've taken his top off while cooking. "Good morning." He turns around to tower me down with his height, and he smiles softly, "starving, aren't you?"

I nod, directing my eyes to his lips and he licks it, "sit down, sweetheart. I'm almost done." I tuck a hair strand behind my ears, "i want to help. I'll do t-" He turns to me, and pecks my lips, cutting my words, "sit down. You don't wanna touch anything."

"Why?" I ask, grinning, peeking up his muscular shoulder as he chops the tomatoes. "Because i said so."

He uses the right words to make me smile, i feel shy and go away, and i hop on one of the highchair kept for two. I stick my hands between my thighs which still hurt a lot, and my neck also stings on the red purplish spots. I'll not get over this for at least all my life.

"Taste it," he suddenly comes forth of me, and flies his finger to my mouth, some white and light yellow kind of paste covering his fingertip. "What's this?"

I smile, parting my lips to trap his finger in my mouth. "It's an experiment i tried just now."

"Oh, really?" He lingers his eyes down on my lips, a thick dry gulp passing down his throat and i pull away, swallowing a salty and creamy taste still left in my mouth. "Yeah," he clears his throat.

"This is ginger and mustard paste mixed with some spices." I take the spoon and dig it inside the pot to stir it all across, feeling the strong and manly presence behind me. "Can i check if it's done?" I ask, feeling a strong hand sneak to my waist to put me away from the steam coming up at my face, "sure."

Mister jeon's hot air fans my face as i smile at the sensation it brought to me.

He says nothing, his veiny hands sneaks lower at my waist and he steps forth to push my body back on his, instantly raising the hint of arousal within me. "Camp's day after tomorrow right, jungkook?"

I ask, feeling him bend down to stuff his face onto the crook of my shoulder and neck, he breathes out a hum on my skin and i twitch, moving away to not create any weird sounds.

I look up in his eyes, and he gazes at me slightly, reaching down to peck my lips cutely, "let's go eat, sweetheart?" He smiles, looking at me with a dreamy gaze in his dark pupils, i nod, turning around to pick up the dishes and help arrange them on the dining table.

4 pm

I watch him reading the book, engrossed into it. Sometimes he'd take a sip of wine kept by the small lamp under which the glass shines brightly, reflecting red. I find this very aesthetic.