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Liliana
I would never forgive Jeon Jungkook for this day. Never. My butt is on fire, my legs are wobbly, body trembling and now he's showing his sympathy to me by dressing me up himself. What a gentleman he is. My eyes are still blurry as every time he's touching my butt adding extra burn there.
“Would you please stop it? I want to leave.” I whisper while clutching his white shirt tightly as he's pulling up my pants and buttons it. “Stop what, Flower?” He chuckles as he wraps one of his strong arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I'm literally standing between his legs as he stares at my face.
He lifts his hand to push my short hair behind my ear and despite the fact that he's sitting on a chair and I'm standing in front of him, he still manages to look like a giant monster. He makes me wear his gray tux which looks like an overcoat in any body as I'm only five foot one inches tall and he's around six feet three or four so, it's obvious.
“I hate you.” I whisper while a soft sob breaks free from my mouth. My butt still burns and hurts. “I hate you, too, Flower.” He chuckles and clutches my cheek gently. “Then why did you do all of these earlier?” I try to yell and I hate it that I can't yell. Sometimes, I want to yell like others to show him that I can be mad too.
However, God snatches the opportunity from me. I hate it. I miss my high pitched soft voice which was able to hit every high note easily. Now, I'm voiceless. Sometimes, I think it would have been better if I was muted. At least, I wouldn’t hope that one day, I'll get my old voice back.
My throat gets drier but I refuse to cry. There's no point of crying in front of this jerk. A total jerk. I take some deep breath and finally stare at him, who is already observing me with his blank eyes and blank face. “Because, I hate you. Simple.” He answers and gets up from the chair and I was glad that he was sitting on a chair.
He cups my cheeks with his big palms and lifts my face to face him. “And why did you—” I pause and close my eyes and about to look away but who am I showing my stubbornness? He's Jeon Jungkook after all. “The answer is simple. I hate you and that's why I didn’t let you come.” He says with a small smirk and my cheeks heat up. I glare at him. This a-hole.
He bends down and leans into me, his nose slightly touching mine as I glare at him. “Go and wait for me in the car. Don't you dare to run away, otherwise, I'll punish you again, I wouldn’t be going to sweet like this time, Flower. You know which car is mine, go and wait for me.” He says and I breathe heavily. I hate this guy.
Without answering him as he lets go of my face and I step back, then turn around to leave the room while covering my body with the tux. I step into his car and huff in relaxation. At least he's not here. But his smell is everywhere around me. Of course, it's his car, so it's natural to have his manly scent around me.
