DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

28| Illicit affairs

End of Jungkook's POV

Next day

8 am

The rise of the day slowly starting, I cover my eyes as the window sill right above me causes the warm sunlight to peek down at my sleepy and dull face.

"Get up, it's time for breaky." Michelle enters my room, opening the door to glance up at the fan, "is it not working, eh?" I shake my head but get up slowly, forcing my eyes to open fully, and I yawn, "it is. It got cold so I switched it off," I peek down at my body in just a comfy bra and pair of silk shorts I grabbed last night to wear because the red nightgown felt a bit tight. "Oh, cool. Freshen up, I've made something you might wanna try..."

Her little wink makes me giggle, I scratch my cheek and push my hair away, "I'll hurry, you can start eating if you want though because I'll have to take a bath." I inform her in case she's starving, unlike me, but she shakes her head slowly, "I had some leftover waffles, so I'm not that hungry. I'll wait for you."

"Okay then," I bite on my lower lip, and get up from the bed, "your shorts look so adorable. Where do you find all these cute clothes from, girl?" She asks as I set my bed, stepping inside my room as I wouldn't mind, "I don't think I choose them specifically, but I like the soft and pastel colours." I told my duvets and keep it down, exhaling loudly and stretching my arms up to crack my bones which feel stuck.

"I've got to say, you've got taste." I turn to her, and raise my arms to tie my hair, and she grins suspiciously, "and I'm not only talking about your taste in clothes."

"Shut up," how much ever I try to hold back my smile, I couldn't and she laughs silently, knowing what happened last night. "That's not true." I lick my lip and wish I could still taste that smoky yet sweet taste of mister jeon. "Sure," she closes the curtains and hangs it, helping me arrange my room while making me flustered.

I take my towel, grab the new bottle of shampoo I bought yesterday and I leave into the bathroom. Dammit, I still cannot process the fact that I literally kissed him, like, what was I thinking? Did he just kiss me back because he felt like he had no other choice, or was it because he didn't want to let me down? I don't know, but I really feel stuck into that few seconds since the time after our kiss.

The look into his dark and shining eyes after the kiss, the way he bit his lip after looking down at mine so deeply and feverishly, the gentle tightness of his hands firmly holding my body as he placed me up on the tile, oh god.

I need to stop, I have to focus on today and stop letting this mess with my head. But this is hard to do so.

. . .

I wear my peach coloured blouse, and zip it up till the deep part of my cleavage just to be safe. And I grab my purse and phone to leave outside in the kitchen, "I'm so sorry, I'm late." I apologize if in anyway I made michelle wait for too long, she smiles but gets off the chair, "hey, that's okay. Sit down."

She goes to the stove, and she brings the pot to keep it in front of me whilst I'm chugging down the water down my throat quickly, glancing at my wristwatch. "Voilà...."

"Oh my," I smile with parted lips, and raise my eyes at her cute smile, resulting of the hard work which she put into preparing this hotpot. "This is so good, I can't wait to try it." I compliment her and she smiles, all flushed and happy, "thank you, my ass tried so damn hard, gosh. Be careful though, Sichuan peppers can be very spicy."