His Sanctuary [Jikook]

Chapter 6

JEON JUNGKOOK'S POV

My eyes stayed focused on the ceiling of my bedroom. My lower lip was tucked in between my teeth and feeling the pain of being bitten countless times. If you ask me how I drove myself home, I can't tell you. I can't recall it. During the whole drive, I was occupied, and in deep though, it's only part of luck that I didn't get in an accident. Now that I'm in my room, out of everything that I could be doing, I'm just laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and once again failing to avoid the thoughts of him that invaded my mind.

He called me a creep for staring at him. Went as far as calling me a stalker. I'm a very busy man, and I've got so many things to do other than stalking a crazy and rude kid. It was merely a coincidence that I met him at the café again today. He was so loud when he came in. He screamed and attracted the attention of everyone. How could I not notice him? He was being all lovey dovey with whoever that guy was, hugging, caressing each other's arms, and laughing so loudly? Anyone could see that. Okay, fine, I did stare at him, maybe a little bit too much than I intended to. I mean, the kid has good looks, and no one can argue with that. But having to be called a stalker for... merely admiring is wrong. I'm everything but a pedo. How old is that boy anyway?

"That little smart mouth." I mumbled under my breath.

He can talk, I give him that. He's very argumentative and sassy, too. He can handle his own. He left me speechless with almost everything he said, and it angered me.

"Ahjussi? Harabeoji? Creep? Stalker? Pervet?"

I whispered to myself. Those are all the insults I've gotten since I've known him. He's rude, a smart mouth, sarcastic, sassy, small, I feel like he's scared of me but won't admit. I'm pretty sure I've spotted fear in his eyes a few times when I saw him. He just acts tough and probably doesn't like losing to anyone, especially not me. I chuckled as my mind recalled him standing in front of me, his arms folded against his chest as he looked up at me, eyes staring directly into mine. He has beautiful eyes... and his nose is kinda cute. His lips are fairly not that bad. He's not that bad.

Okay, that's actually an understatement. He's pretty. He's really pretty, and the reason why I couldn't keep my eyes off him is because he is too pretty. I couldn't miss the shyness and discomfort in his face when I was staring at him, but no matter how uncomfortable he was, I still couldn't stop myself from staring. Even if I did stop, it would only be for a few seconds, then I went back to staring at him. That's how addictive looking at him is.

My phone rang right next to me, I grabbed it and looked at the caller ID first before answering.

"What?" I said as I picked up.

"Ouch, that's a very cold hello dedicated to your best friend."

"Yoongi, I'm busy. What do you want?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Yoongi is one of my best friends, I have two. Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon, they're the only guys I trust with my life. The three of us have all been through hell and back together, that's why they're my closest and most trusted friends. Both of them are also my right-hand men as I am the leader of the gang. They usually advise me on the things that I should do, although I'm the brains and lead behind the operation, but I do need a second and third opinion from them.

"Busy with what? You're not at the club, or the store, or in any meeting of some sort. Which means you're at your house, and last time I checked, your lonely ass has no lover so that means you're not fucking anyone. So what could you be possibly busy with?" Yoongi asked.

"Ouch, are you making fun of my private life, Yoongi?" I asked while chuckling.

"It's already a joke, so why would I bother making fun of it?" He asked. Wow... that hurts. But I'm used to it. This asshole be insulting me whenever he gets the chance.