DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

43| Resuscitation

His rosy lips curve from the corner, he rises his hand to rub his watery hand on the side of my hip as I slide closer to him to sit astride his lap, now facing him, I lay my head down on his comfy chest.

This place through which i can easily sense how weak he can be, for me.

I close my eyes, but hear the beatings of his heart, wrapping my arms around his torso to have him close and tightly attached to me. "My baby...." He rubs my back, bends his head down and presses a kiss on my shoulder, rubbing his big hand delicately down my back.

"Do you feel sleepy, hmm?" His tone turning lower, but deeper with the way his head is hovered over mine, he makes me smile. "No," I lift my head up, and I stare at his eyes as he does the same, "but you seem to."

His gaze going down to my lips when I lick my bottom one, he cups my waist but sends butterflies everywhere, "I'm not." He denies it, but I low-key see his eyes, this dark and sleepy gaze in them tells me how exhausted he might be. "Hmm," I don't argue with him, not in the mood for any such thing, "did you work a lot today?" He watches me as I play with his pendant, this thin silver chain.

"No, but I had a bad day." He suddenly confesses, my brows furrow and I try to look for the reality in his gaze, "bad day? Did someone say, or do anything bad. They told you something?"

He chuckles at me, unreasonably, but I don't let it divert my attentions.

"Nothing like that, baby." He moves in his place, causing the water to splash a little at us both, my thighs clenching at the sensations of his crotch felt right beneath my inner thighs, "you're here now, so everything's good at the end." He comes forth but very gently, pushes his lips on mine. He pulls back only when I wanted him to stay and deepen this kiss.

My eyes open, and he smiles wide and his white pearls shine, but he just causes me a secondhand embarrassment. I lower my head as my cheeks burn, I literally thought he'd kiss me, like I'm so lucky or whatever.

I look around, but think of something which I wanted to try, ever since. "How long can you hold your breath inside the water?"

I really wish I could hold my breaths for longer time, but though I always tried, I couldn't hold it for longer than eight seconds. "I don't know, maybe a few seconds." He squints his gleaming eyes and puts his hand on my cheek to slide my hair behind my ear, "why?" He doesn't leave the conversation unfinished, he asks further, like I expect him to, because he's very observant.

"I don't know, I just wanted to know. I can hold mine only till five or seven seconds." My chin lifts, I peek at his earrings and touch one to dangle the petonce cross made up of black metal.

I sigh, "I could practice that right now, but this is shallow and I don't think I can do it here, since it's not a pool." He listens to each and every words of mine carefully and patiently, and he smiles once I tilt my head to gaze into his eyes, asking for some reaction. "You want to practice holding your breath?" I nod. "Then you can do it here, the water's not shallow for your small height. If you lay down here, you'll reach underwater soon."

This shouldn't offend me, yet i highly object to his words.

"No," I giggle but move away from his lap, the bulge down there on his pants doesn't seem to go unnoticed by my eyes, I gulp and smile. Though I know he's not aroused or anything and that that's the natural length, it makes me even more restless in my chest. I rest back on the other side of the tub. "I'll not be able to swim."

Jungkook's eyes travel down, but he grabs my leg, "you can't swim, but I can help you if you try practicing holding your breath."

"Oh," he finally gives me an answer I wanted, and I grin in relief, "you know the ways to help a person practice that....?" He nods, taking a lick down at his lower lip I want to have a nibble of, but I cannot, not yet. Even if the temptation is high inside of me. "Yeah, i learned it when I was seven." He doesn't lie, I know he's a perfect man, and he knows almost everything.