The Boy Over Flames

★ Chapter 14 ★

Valencia:

"This one or this one?" I mumbled to myself looking at the two art pieces Infront of me. Both were equally elegant and it was hard to choose between both of them. I kept a finger on my chin blinking at the talent Infront. "I can't decide!" I whined. The maid next to me smiled.

I stood in the lounge in a white short frock. My hairs were open and I had makeup on because according to Jungkook that is how I should be living even casually since I'm a mAfiA qUEEn.

Things have been going smooth so far. I don't get into an encounter with him nowadays. It's been days since I haven't talked to him. He's very busy in his works and even though I stayed up late waiting for him because I wanted to talk to him, I couldn't have a talk because he ended up coming in the morning. The other day when I brought up the matter he shooed me off in a clever way. He said I should leave it up to him not knowing that it's hard for you to let other person do something when you're habitual of doing all of your things by your own self.

He hasn't told me much about the necklace and recordings. I don't know if he has handled it or what, but I'm damn sure there is something more to the story of the necklace. There was something that he was hiding and probably didn't wanted me to know. I wasn't only curious but infact I was really concerned about my own footages. I was sure I was captured and even thinking about it made me doomed. So many questions roamed in my mind. Was the necklace really his mother's? If yes then why does it have a camera?

Did she wore it all the time too?

I shook my head coming out of my thoughts. "take both" my head turned to my side where the deep voice echoed. Jungkook stood there with his one hand in his pocket and with the other he was typing something on the phone. His gaze fixed on the phone.

"Jungkook-" I took step forward wanting to get him alone to talk about the necklace but he showed me his hand putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello....." He said walked away. I looked at his back before sighing and turning around to face the art pieces again.

"I'm taking both" the maid nodded. I sighed and looked at lethia who sat on the couch with her legs crossed. She was wearing a blank pants with white tee. Her phone in her hands and she typed on it with speed.

Apart from the business he had, Jungkook didn't talked to me even when we were alone. There were two or three times when Jungkook and I were alone in the room and he continued to work. Not like I want his attention or something, but suddenly him not bothering me was somewhat awkward. I was the happiest when he didn't noticed me, I could do me all I wanted and there was no threat of him forcing me to do things anymore.

Maybe it's partly because I was staying in the house and didn't went out. I found out some fun activities inside like writing more in my diary and occasionally sketching. Sketching was something I loved since childhood and I stopped when my mom died. It was only a few days ago that I started it again.

The touch from Jungkook didn't really stop. Though it's way of coming changed but it did not succeed in avoiding me. He pulled me closer to him every night. He came late and most of the time I was slept and found myself in his arms in the middle of the night or somedays when I woke up. He just got ready and went. No talk whatsoever.

Again, who cares?

"You're dying to talk to him don't you?" Lethia didn't move her eyes from the phone and mocked me. I rolled my eyes walking to her and sitting next to her. I looked at her.