DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

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"Hey," she decides to bend down and hold my chin to forcefully kiss my shaven jaw, "are you tired, honey?" She sits down next to me, touching my chest over the fabric and caressing my body in a strong way which i don't even want to think of. "Not much," i grab her hand and look into her eyes, her lips curve up but i cut off her fantasies by taking her hand off my torso and i get up, "I'm hungry, and so is hanuel so I'm gonna hurry and have a bath."

She keeps watching me, "oh, y-" i loosen my necktie, and walk to the kitchen to check on what the girl is doing. "Are you putting them into the oven?" I smile once she flinches.

"Oh, it's gonna be cold by the time you all sit down to eat so, uh, yes." She closes the oven and turns back to me, scratching her cheek which isn't that fluffy. "Does it hurt, sweetheart?"

I walk closer to her, glancing carefully at her face as her cheek on the edge of red, "you didn't face any problem, did you?" I trouble her work with my questions but i cannot help feeling worried when i see her.

She gazes up at me once i skim my thumb past her soft crimson skin, "not at all, mister jeon." Her glossy lips curve up into an assuring smile, "i told you i'm fine, it didn't hurt. And he told me that the swelling will only last about for eight hours or so, and then my face will stop resembling a potato." She uses this term and i chuckle, "don't say that, it's normal. And," i step back, "you're not even resembling a potato, a mochi would be better to say, i think."

Her laugh rings into my ear, "a mochi...?" She giggles again, seeming to find this too funny, "okay then. A mochi it is." She stops the timer and takes the plate of fries out the oven. My lips form the shape of hers, i smile.

I turn back around to exit the kitchen to go upstairs, i glance down at eunwoo typing something on her phone, while I walk up the stairs.

End of Jungkook's POV

Some days later

7 pm

I go out of my room, bored and kind of tired with the way my hands are stinging because of how long and rough i played with kiyoung on the pc. That boy won't ever accept his defeat until he's reached his peak, i need to stop being too competitive sometimes. I probably feel bad. No, actually, i shouldn't. It's his fault, he games like a loser.

Stopping by the garden to go out and enjoy some fresh air, i come across mister jeon sitting on the sofa with his ashtray and a glass of champagne.

He doesn't drink at this time usually. Why is he drinking now?

I take slow and steady steps towards the hallway to the poolside since the way to the backyard needs me to pass by him, and i certainly do not want to disturb him right now, seeing the personal space he is in.

Slowly opening the door, i step outside and then close the door silently to not create any noise. The cool wind blowing gently, it makes me comforted and gives my head a shot of piece, i heave a sharp sigh and reach close to the water. It's luring me for a swim, but i don't want to, i cannot do it without the permission of mister jeon as it's his house.

I walk to the benches with a heavy heart, tempted by the watery sounds. I just sit down, leaning back to let my head rest on the headrest. I plug in my earphones, playing a soothing retro song from one of my favourite bands.

I close my eyes, hoping not to fall asleep in here or else i'd wake up into a snowman.

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