DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

40| Weak knees

"Sure...." she walks away, carrying the bag of candy in her hands. I lock the car, keeping the keys into my pockets, staring at her figure as she stops and waits for me to go to her. "Thanks."

I slide my coat on her arm, taking the bag from her to let her put this around her body and she thanks me in the smallest but soft way, softening my heart with her behaviours. I walk to the door and take the housekey to unlock it, the thought of bringing her here being a good one.

"Good evening." Miss kim bows just as i open the door, and i smile but bow back, treating her with more respect since she's older than me, "good evening, miss kim." I wait for june as she takes off her shoes, "you may leave." I put my hand on the doorframe, glancing back at the one i am speaking to, she nods, going away to take her stuffs to do as said.

"Can i use the bathroom?" This one hurries to come inside, she folds my jacket and keeps it on the sofa, asking when she doesn't have to. "Of course," i smile at her, locking the door and turning off all these shiny lights to only have the dim one in action.

My exhaustion hitting me up from my head, i tilt it sideways to crack the stuck-up bones of my neck, and i walk to the sofa.

I don't sit, i go to the kitchen and open the lower cabinets, and take out the bottle of whiskey i've been craving for. I bring my glass and pour myself a full one, tired and not in need of it, but i still want it. The sound of her leaving the bathroom, i close the bottle and keep it away, but raise my eyes at the one who stands near the door.

"Come with me." I go to her and touch her soft skin, getting her to acquiesce, we both go back to the living room where our dinner is. I sit down on the sofa, "do you want me to call?"

She nods, so i take my phone out, she takes a seat next to me, pulling her cardigan away. Her maroon coloured blouse exposed, the cleavage in my sight as she's short, i look away, knowing i feel really vulnerable so it might take a different effect on me. I give a call to my baby.

"Daddy, why did you stop call?!" Hanuel complains, picking the call up in two seconds, but i chuckle. "I'm sorry, daddy was driving, sweetheart. I gave you a call now, tell me what you wanted to." I gaze at this older woman who bends forth and takes the box of cookie, and turn to me, "can i have some?" I nod, waiting for hanuel to say but i move a hand to her knee, and i rub it, giving her some warmth because her skin is cold as ice.

"Nana, tell daddy that i didn't cry." My little one hands the phone to her grandfather, but i grab a bite of the cookie which june feeds me. "She didn't cry at all." My dad's voice echoes as i swallow down dryly, "i see."

I smile, i know my daughter's strong, like me. "Hey no, don't go there, it's night and bunny is sleeping." He says to hanuel, but i exhale out sharply, "dad, please make sure she goes to bed after some minutes, i'll cut the call, i have to eat my dinner." I inform him, looking at the person next to me who's gobbling on this chocolate biscuit, but her doe eyes stare into mine when i gaze at her, i lick my lips and put my hand forth to wipe the chocolate off the corner of her wet red lips. I glance down at her chest, but focus my eyes on the glass of whiskey in my hands.

"Yeah," my dad hangs up, not even completing his sentence. I close my phone and shift on my seat to put it on the sofa next to me. "You gave me only one bite."

I play with her, but love the way her eyes stare at mine without any clue, the shock visible on her small blank face. "Umm....i-" i touch her hand as she goes ahead to feed me, but i inch down to plant a kiss on her chubby cheek, "i'm sorry, i don't mean it, darling. I only joked."