PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

41| Fireplace

He stares down at my eyes intensely, but in a softer way, "sweetheart?" I shake my head, "no, i don't allow her anymore." I say the truth, and look down at our intertwined hands, his grip tightening, "are you sure, darling?" I nod, going up to kiss his cheek, "I'm not going to be a liar to you, mister jeon. When i kept being weak, she always took advantage of me and showed me her power, but i avoid her now and she also doesn't seem to care, i just go home and stay inside my room, and only go out to cook because i like to do it. She stopped it, and now is all unbothered about me, and i ignore her too. This way she cannot hurt me, and i won't cause her any further issues too. And anyways, i am gonna move out soon because my school would be over, and i hope i never see her again. I even will get my dad's bank account locked, and not let her take a share of it anymore."

My answer seeming to be long enough to not be a lie, he hums, glancing down at my lips, and cupping a side of my face softly with his big hand. "If she ever does anything wrong to you, or tries to steal your money, you come and say me, alright?"

I touch his hand, holding his fingers and i nod at him. "It's getting colder," i whisper, blowing out some warm air from my lungs which collide with the cool wind out here and form haze.

"Hmm," he bends down and grabs my hand tight, "your nose looks adorable." He pecks down on it, making me giggle, my nose is probably red and sore because of all the cold. "Let's go check on the others."

We both walk towards the front of the building, and i leave his hand unwillingly, he glances at me but doesn't say anything else so i wear my mask again to not let my face freeze.

"How's it going?" He walks to the boy who's almost playing with the fire, and so our teacher had to take control of the dish on the stove. "It's going good until now, don't know about later." One of the bitch giggles, staring at my man like a hoe, and she turns away to gossip to her weird friends.

She laughs in an ugly manner, stepping forward and trying to get a way to be closer to jungkook, she gives me a very taunting but disgraceful look, "let me help you, mis-"

"Iseul, come here and help me with this." I smile, walking to him happily, i take my mask off to put it away in my pocket and i hold the spoon to stir the steaming chicken soup which looks really delicious now that he added some more ingredients to it. He steps behind and stand near to me, "this smells good now, doesn't it?" He whispers in a low voice, as if purposefully getting me to feel butterflies all over, and i turn around to glance in his eyes, "it does."

I take the spoon, dip it inside the pot and then turn back to take it near his lips, "can you give it a try, mister jeon?" He parts his rosy lips and tastes the soup, closing his eyes as it must have felt really good to have this hot soup in such a cold weather. "This is delicious."

He swallows, smiling at me while passing his tongue down his lip, and he scoots away, brushing his veiny hand slickly past my hip.

I try very hard to not smile, i succeed somehow and watch him going away to the boys who are collecting some rocks and pebbles to go to the nearby sea and skip. I wait for some more time before turning the stove off, and lewis walks right up to me, wearing like three layers of jacket and two beanies, and a neck scarf.

"Can I have some? I'm hungry as fuck." I laugh at him, "sure, mister polar bear." He grins, glancing down at his white jacket and i give him a bowl of this soup.

"Did you guys talk?" He slurps the noodles before taking a bite of the chicken, always more interested in noodles.

"Yep," i turn off the ignition, closing the lid to not let it cool. He nods, going back to the tables to sit down at have it while i go and remove my jacket as the heat takes place around us, the campfire being slowly set up by mister jeon.