DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

48| Date night

Hey, I hope I'm not bothering you. But I wanted to ask you something. Whenever you are free, just give me a call or text me

A smile forms on my face, i stop the oven and take the cup out of it, i walk towards the sofas and sit down, the pleasing sound of heavy rain not being a bother at all. I get comfortable to call her now, after i take a taste of the hot bitterness.

She picks my call just as fast as i expected her to, "hey." Her smile visible through her voice, i smile and swallow the coffee once more, "are you doing good?"

"I am, are you?" I wish i could express her how good i am doing, "i am great, sweetheart. You can ask me whatever you wanted to." I remind her so she doesn't feel like i don't want to hear her question, she hums, "oh yeah, about that, i want to say that it's figured out now, so...don't worry, you don't have to think about that."

She suddenly changes her mind, but gets me to frown, i keep my coffee down on the table meant for it, "okay, but what was the question?"

I demand for the question, to know what it is, and to figure out the curiosity inside me. "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask about which lipstick would suit me more, I got the answer, it's red." She succumbs to my plead, but the imagination of the words she spoke create a pretty image in my mind about her and her lips.

"That's true, isn't it?" I let my answer through the small hum, and I take a sip of the coffee, "the one you wear the most these days, they look the most good on you."

We both agree on this, nothing else exactly left to argue on, "the Valentino one?" She confirms, "yes." I lean back on the sofa, finding the time I'm spending here more better then sleeping, she laughs, "that's expensive, you know I cannot afford it, so I have to find another lipstick that suits me...."

"You don't need to, I'll buy it for you every time it's finished. Just tell it, okay, sweetheart?" I expect her to not say anything else but a yes, "I won't, you're gonna waste your money o-"

"If you do not say it, I'll get them for you once in the start of a new month, so it's never going to be a trouble for you, is that okay?" She doesn't understand, I can really do this if it's for her happiness, "eh..." She ignores this. "No, then it's better only I tell you." I smile, keeping the cup back onto the table, "hmm."

End of Jungkook's POV

Next day

7 pm

I hold my breath in, trying not to drop my purse and this shopping bag down on the dirty floor. This is ridiculous, my body's acting like jungkook already hasn't seen me in my worst. Why do I feel so nervous about this date? Maybe it's because it's my first, and that too, with the most intimidating and elegant man. But I've made it here, so I can't go back now.

I ring the doorbell, pushing myself to inhale and exhale just as normally as I do when I'm not around him.

"Hey-" the door opening at a sudden, I peek up at the man who came in my sight, with hanuel in his arms, sleeping, he smiled down at me as soon as our eyes meet. "Hi, good evening." I tuck my hair which fell down on the side of my face right at the time he stepped back. "Good evening. Come in, darling."

He moves away, letting me in, I remove my shoes and get inside, so he closes the door but looks over at me and notices I'm wearing the dress which he bought for me; he smiles.