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"And why would we go there?" He spoke behind her, his hands behind his back, bending to whisper only inches away from her ear, causing her to shiver at his warm breath.
"Of course we do! They invited us, and they are our neighbours." She looked at him in the mirror, shrugging her shoulders and pushed him back with her elbow to make some safe distance in order to avoid injuring him with the hot curling iron she was using.
"We could definitely refuse, we have the right to voice out." His arms, which had been circled behind his back, were now inside his pocket, while he had an annoyed grimace on his face. She exhaled.
"All right, we'll come back soon if you don't mind. Now, may we leave? Ethan came here specifically to make a request, and there are fewer people in our neighbourhood. So, what is the problem?" She turned off the switch and gently laid the device on the wooden surface.
"Tsk, that bastard-" As the curse was about to leave his mouth, he paused in the middle, feeling her finger over his lips, "stop cursing everyone you don't like.This isn't how it works!" She reacted by swaying her forefinger from left to right repeatedly with her free hand.
He nodded, attempting to imitate her. As she turned to leave, the finger that was over his lips began to slip by, only to become stuck between his digits; "This is how it works, Princess." He spoke, compelling her to gaze back with amusement.
"Is this?" she questioned, tilting her head to the left, and he swears she looked adorable doing it. "Yes.." he agreed, drawing her closer. Almost unbelievably close. "May I have the honour of asking why it is that you hate him? It hasn't even been five minutes since you were in his presence?"
She could feel the front of his palm pressing against her body, sending warmth through the floral dress she was donning. "Hate him? Me?" He questioned, to which she nodded, urging him to continue, "Why would I hate him?" She closed her eyes and looked away, "That's my question."
After a few seconds of play seek, when their gazes connected, he said nothing. Unwavering eyes, fast breathing, surpassing yearning, and a need for proximity gave him the ability to lower his head, his lips caressing the heated flesh on her neck.
After taking a deep breath, she felt him sink his teeth deep into her flesh, prompting her to wrap her fingers around his neck. "Jungkook..." she mumbled back, "we are already getting late."
She couldn't control her arched back, shivering body, peculiar heart hammering, and inconsistent breathing, so she began to use the oxygen inside her own body. "So let it be.." he said as he pulled out for a second, "do you know why I hate him?" She nodded, and he stared into her eyes.
"Because of you," his hands slipped across her nape, forcing her to lean her chin on his support, "because of me?" She repeated, causing him to arch his brow pleasantly. "How is that?" She returned a confused expression. With the closeness of their lips, she could feel nervousness coursing through her nerves rather than blood.
