SMITTEN || J.JK

9| Insecure

He doesn't say anything but his piercing gaze forces my chest to exhale a quivering breath. There's something enthralling about the way he stares at me, like he wants me to acknowledge his eyes set on me and the strange tension between us. Either way, I can't help feeling the warmth spreading in my body as we stand close to each other. His arms come around my shoulders to near himself close to me before he gives me a smug smile."I know you're obsessed with me,y/n.", He pursues his lips and a chuckle escapes from my lips."Really? Just how high do you think of yourself?",I can't deny how he acts like an arrogant jerk but I still don't move away from his hold.

'Jungkook's P.O.V.'

"I'll tell you once you tell me that you're obsessed with me. I want to hear it from you.",I level myself to her height, my face at a close distance from her and my eyes land on hers. Her cheeks instantly flush in a deep red hue which is adorable as hell with her sulky expressions.I can't help but feel a strange happiness in my heart when I see her getting flustered like this, because of me."Keep dreaming, jungkook. I'm not going to tell you that.",She poses reluctance, licking her lips and showing as if I don't affect her much.I don't leave the chance and hustle through the crowd to reach and put my arm around her shoulder. Her body flinches from my touch, her face distancing to adjust to my presence but she eases into my clasp and nibbles on her glossy lips. They're way too tempting to let my eyes wander to hers to see her reaction but she makes an unexpected eye-contact with me and her body melts in my touch, almost as if she's giving in.

"I'm not going to let you go until you say so.",I lean forth to whisper in her ear, the heat radiating from our bodies accentuating the tension between us. As soon as my words reach her ears, her eyes glance at me, widening in shyness.I cannot avoid how her cute reactions make me beam uncontrollably, how she almost melts whenever I step close to her and touch her and how I cannot help touching her whenever she's near me."I'm not going to tell you that.",She mumbles and poses reluctance but still doesn't slip away from my hold which lets me know that she likes it.

"Is that because you like it when I touch or hold you?",I loosen my grasp on her, only to caress her small figure and feel her sticking to my body without concealing what she wants. I don't attempt to hide the smile that curves my lips and she peeks at me nervously, as if she's suddenly anxious to respond honestly when her actions already reveal so much."Maybe....",her eyes deviate to mine and my arms glide to her waist.I can feel how sensitive she is to my touches and I have never seen any other girl being so affected by physical contact but I'm not going to give her what she wants easily so I remove my arms from her body."Then I'm not going to hold you until you tell me."

She attempts to hide the disappointment on her face by straightening her gaze on the road, licking her lips and avoiding me. As much as I've known her, she's probably flustered with how her body reacts when I touch her. I don't move much farther from her but remain close enough to follow her as we step inside the bus when it arrives. She occupies the only vacant seat available so I stand near her as we wait to reach the mall.

10 minutes later

"Do you want to change your shoes, too? They have a new collection out.",I point towards the banner on the store outlet as we get off the elevator. We walk past a range of fashion stores that have really attractive dresses on display and my eyes bounce back at the girl walking beside me. She would look cute and elegant in any of these, which makes me want to take her inside these stores but I'm going to reserve that for another time.

"I don't think I need to. They're my favourite and they aren't damaged or small so I would wear them.", She answers me so we enter the Nike store, passing across the glass door.

One of the employees flings his gaze in our direction and steps towards us to assist us with a weird expression. "Welcome,sir. I suppose you're here to go through the apparels ,sir?",He asks a strange question. I already don't like his tone, it's full of smugness and over-confidence. He has probably assumed that we are students who are roaming stores to window-shop. Adults don't think children are capable of something outside the conventional norms, do they?