The Art of Revenge

Chapter 6

You ended up spending more time in town than initially planned. The streets were overwhelmed with tourists and visitors making their way up to their cabins, cottages and camps. Jungkook parked the truck on the street, and as you once again walked hand-in-hand towards your destination, you asked him if you could pop into a few quaint shops that caught your attention along the way. He complied with a warm smile and a nod, and after at least an hour and one trip back to the truck to drop off your shopping bags, you finally made it to the grocery store.

The unnecessarily long trek up and down the aisles was also... unnecessarily hot. It started at first when you were draped over the push handle of the cart. Jungkook was eyeing some sort of list he had on his phone, while you stared down the discounted ketchup prices. You felt a heavy hand smooth its way over the small of your back, then tenderly over your waist, as Jungkook leaned next to you to show you something that was on his phone. The casually romantic touch was enough to send a shiver of goosebumps to rise over your skin.

"I don't know what Arrowroot Powder is," Jungkook said as he showed you a recipe for a dehydrated cheesy broccoli and rice camping meal. His palm moved softly over your back, and for a moment, you couldn't read the words before you.

"It's a starch. Like corn starch. You could probably substitute the two."

"Is it better?"

"I think it's gluten-free, so depends, I guess."

"Alright, we'll go look," he said, pocketing the phone, then standing straight to keep moving - but not before he let his hand slip low and give your ass a quick squeeze. You jumped up straight, and shot him a "how dare you" but also a "do it again" kind of glare.

Each stop you made went something like that. He'd find some way to errantly touch you - like you were some couple trapped in a vomit-inducing honeymoon phase that meant you couldn't go more than a few seconds without contact. But by the next aisle, you were well involved in the game, and even turning up the heat.

When he'd ask for your opinion on something, you'd step up beside him, stand just a little too close, or slip up in front of him - always making sure the rounds of your breasts or your ass "accidentally" brushed up against him. He'd return the "help" in kind, making sure his hand was tight on your hip as you stretched for something in the back of the shelf, or that his breath would warm the skin of your neck and ear when he asked you which brand you preferred. You appreciated the chilling warmth - the market was frigid after all, as the air conditioning battled the rising humidity outside.

Coffee was where things stepped up again. Your favourite brand had been sold out on the reachable tiers, and the rest of it was being held hostage on the highest overstock shelves, nearly out-of-reach for anyone without a step ladder. Determined to not bother a busy employee, you stretched yourself onto your tiptoes, then spun the canister in your fingers until it was close enough to the ledge for you to safely grab. Jungkook didn't help you at all... he easily could have grabbed what you wanted - but he chose instead to just enjoy the show of your body long and lean as you strained to accomplish your goal.

"Ah ha!" you sung triumphantly as you flattened your feet and inspected the canister. Your victory was short lived. You grabbed the decaf. "Aw, damn!" you exclaimed as you looked back up and tried to find the right shade of red lid that indicated the real coffee.

You stood back up on your toes, holding a shelf in front of you for leverage, and stretched again to replaced the canister you had taken. Jungkook decided then that he had selfishly left you to your own devices for too long. He stepped up behind you, his hand again at your hip, the heat of your bodies warming the inches between your back and his chest, as his other arm stretched up to reach for the canister and push it back into place.