Loving The JEON

CHAPTER 35:-

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the first dance. Mr. and Dr. Jeon, are you ready?" Chris nods in agreement, his arms around Scarllet.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the First Dance Auction, are you ready?" We all nod in agreement. Somi is with someone I don't recognize. I wonder what happened to Jackson?

"Then we shall begin. Take it away, Sam!"

A young man strolls onto the stage amid warm applause, turns to the band behind him and snaps his fingers. The familiar strains of "I've Got You Under My Skin" fill the air.

Jungkook smiles down at me, takes me in his arms, and starts to move. Oh, he dances so well, making it easy to follow. We grin at each other like idiots as he whirls me around the dance floor.

"I love this song," Jungkook murmurs, gazing down at me. "Seems very fitting." He's no longer grinning, but serious.

"You're under my skin, too," I respond. "Or you were in your bedroom."

He purses his lips but he's unable to hide his amusement.

"Miss Manobal," he admonishes me teasingly, "I had no idea you could be so crude."

"Mr. Jeon, neither did I. I think it's all my recent experiences. They've been an education."

"For both of us." Jungkook is serious again, and it could just be the two of us and the band. We are in our own private bubble.

As the song finishes we both applaud. Sam the singer bows graciously and introduces his band.

"May I cut in?"

I recognize the man who bid on me at the auction. Jungkook grudgingly lets me go, but he's amused, too.

"Be my guest. Lalisa, this is John Flynn. John, Lalisa."

Shit!

Jungkook smirks at me and wanders off to one side of the dance floor.

"How do you do, Lalisa?" Dr. Flynn says smoothly, and I realize he's British.

"Hello," I stutter.

The band strikes up another song, and Dr. Flynn pulls me into his arms. He's much younger than I imagined, though I can't see his face. He's wearing a mask similar to Jungkook's. He's tall, but not as tall as Jungkook, and he doesn't move with Jungkook's easy grace.

What do I say to him? Why is Jungkook so fucked-up? Why did he bid on me? It's the only thing I want to ask him, but somehow that seems rude.

"I'm glad to finally meet you, Lalisa. Are you enjoying yourself?" he asks.

"I was," I whisper.

"Oh. I hope I'm not responsible for your change of heart." He gives me a brief, warm smile that puts me a little more at ease.

"Doctor Flynn, you're the shrink. You tell me."

He grins. "That's the problem, isn't it? The shrink bit?"

I giggle. "I'm worried what I might reveal, so I'm a little self-conscious and intimidated. And really I only want to ask you about Jungkook."

He smiles. "First, this is a party so I'm not on duty," he whispers conspiratorially. "And second, I really can't talk to you about Jungkook. Besides," he teases, "we'd need until Christmas."

I gasp in shock.

"That's a doctor's joke, Lalisa."

I flush, embarrassed, and then feel slightly resentful. He's making a joke at Jungkook's expense. "You've just confirmed what I've been saying to Jungkook... that you're an expensive charlatan," I admonish him.

Dr. Flynn snorts with laughter. "You could be onto something there."

"You're British?"

"Yes. Originally from London."

"How did you find yourself here?"

"Happy circumstance."

"You don't give much away, do you?"

"There's not much to give away. I'm really a very dull person."

"That's very self-deprecating."

"It's a British trait. Part of our national character."

"Oh."

"And I could accuse you of the same, Lalisa."

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