"What I'm trying to say is, I can keep a secret, for as long as I like. I can take secrets to my grave." her tone lowers, their eye contact doesn't ease, "But I need you to promise me you'll do that too. Because if you do, we'll be okay. We'll be sa...
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Snap.
"I love the sea but the smell..." Vivi scrunches her nose as she lowers her camera from her eye, "It's just so pungent." she says, takes one more picture of the scenery before heading back inside, the balcony door closing behind her.
"Hm?"
The sound of Jungkook's voice is like heaven to her. Sleepy. Raspy. Low.
He lies in the cloud castle that is their king sized bed, satin sheets barely covering his bare upper body, stopping right above the waistline of his boxers. It's too early of a morning for him, his eyes still shut, his hair all messy, his left arm reaching for the empty space next to him on the bed.
"I said the sea smells." Vivi repeats, head towards the bed with her camera in her hands.
"You'll get used to it." Jungkook mumbles before inhaling in a way that makes his chest look such a good pillow.
It's a vision Vivi will never get tired of, thanks herself mentally for having a camera in her hands just so she could perpetuate what she sees in front of her. Lowerlip between her teeth, she snaps a photo, Jungkook's muscular and ever so heavenly torso in the frame.
Snap.
She wants more. Needs more.
Climbs on the bed and stands on the mattress, feet on either sides of his waist while she points her camera down at this gorgeous man beneath her.
"What are you doing?" Jungkook asks but with such calmness that tells he'd let Vivi do anything to him.
"Admiring you. Look here." she hums, smiles as his doe eyes open. Snap. "You're so pretty." her voice is a whisper, a result from great adoration.
A smile appears on Jungkook's lips. But not just any smile.
A shy smile.
It kills her.
Snap.
"Have you ever thought of modeling?" she simply asks, cannot help but picture him on a big billboard in nothing but his Calvin Klein boxers.
Because he'd be perfect. That face. That body. Those eyes. He'd help the brand sell out everything that appears on him.
But Jungkook doesn't think so. Scoffs at her question because it's ridiculous. You see he could never picture himself in such a profession. Only feels comfortable doing what he is already.
His palms travel up to the back of her knees before unlocking them, causing her to fall on her butt right on his stomach. But it doesn't hurt him, her weight nothing on him since he tensed his abdomen right before she fell on him. A quiet squeal escapes through her lips, his actions coming as a complete surprise. She giggles once she realizes he's smiling too.
