DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

10| Sweet like cinnamon

The scent of rose, pomegranate and cinnamon surrounding me as i feel my muscles opening up into the depth of the water, i lean back, keeping my head on the cushion pillow attached to the head of the tub.

"Thank you, i was waiting for a good time to use these candles." I look down at the pretty and golden lights below the tub, the smell really healing my mind as well as my dullness. "You're welcome," she walks forth to me with the bottle of cinnamon oil in her hands, i gaze down at her thigh highs but sit up, not submerging my torso into the water anymore. "Is this the oil you require?"

I nod, "this one is soothing so it's better than the regular body oil i use." She listens quietly as i blabber. "Could you bring me that towel, sweetheart?" I point towards my towel, and she quickly goes to get me that cream coloured fabric.

End of Jungkook's POV

He wipes his tattooed skin which is tan and buff just perfectly, i'm feeling anxious and nervous like anything. It's been two years i left working as a masseur, i don't know if i would be able to heal his pain or not, but the thought of us being unwantedly close and my hands touching on his body is doing weird things to my stomach.

"You don't have to be scared," his soft voice not helping me, i lift my eyes at him but smile nervously at his own little smile, "i'm- i don't feel scared." I lie, "it's just that i do not know if i can do it well, or...sort of such..."

He touches my arm, heating my skin with the slightest touch, "i believe you." He grins down at me and sits down on the edge of the tub, spreading his legs as i gulp, feeling ashamed after having a glimpse of his crotch which is very exposing because of his damp cloth. "See," he licks his lips and turns to me, "the muscles are sore here." He brings his arm up and behind to touch the back of his neck, on the left, and then on the right.

I nod, observing the place which is having a tattoo, unable to concentrate correctly. "Did you get it?" Mister jeon shifts, glancing up at me. So i tell him yes with the use of my head, "i understood, mister jeon." His lips curve up from the corner, "good. So can you massage now?"

"Yes." I open the bottle of this oil which smells quite mellow and woody as it's a cinnamon oil. He gets up and goes back into the tub, he sits down facing his back towards me.

I sit down on my knees, pouring some of the oil drop onto my hand, and then i rub my palms, spreading the liquid wholly. Mister jeon leans back and rests his head onto the head of the tub, his eyes closed. "Umm, you've to-" i stop myself as he straightens up, "i'm sorry, i just feel sleepy..." he chuckles a little.

I approach his nape, using both my hands to press around the corner of that area. His skin feels guiltily good against mine, this is wrong to think of this way.

He's married, and he has a family. Yet my stupid self won't stop falling for him, his words and his behaviours. I hate myself. "Just..." dragging me out my thoughts, he pulls my hand and grabs it to lead it down to his shoulder, "till here, sweetheart." Mister jeon guides me along the way, so i rub this particular area with my hand too.

"You're quite good at this," he exhales, "i wonder why you keep underestimating yourself." I don't know that too, i'm still trying to find an answer which would be appropriate.

I rub my thumb over the trapezius region in his torso, and a soft groan slips out his lips, shivering each hairs of my skin. I lose my senses for a good second, and i lick my lips out of the awkward bubble of heat which i burst.