"Careful. I might just bite your nose again." I sneered, staring at those large ocean eyes.
"Are we really playing this biting game again?" He teased, smirking, as his hands glided up my waist.
"Maybe? What will you do, Rabbit?" I shot back with a c...
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What is love?
It's merely a chaotic mix of hormones that disrupts the very essence of our lives.
In essence, it's a prolonged attraction.
Neither of these concepts resonate with me.
Today's schedule was a complete disaster. The endless filming left me utterly exhausted, and all I crave now is the comfort of home and a good night's sleep.
Adding to my frustration, that insufferable Yujin drained the last of my energy in the worst possible way.
She declared her love for me after we fucked twice, and while I might feel something for her, I can't quite sort out my emotions.
My mood was already shot, and all I wanted was to hit something. I'm so furious with her that I can't even blame myself for losing it on the phone like a lunatic.
I tossed my phone onto the couch, rubbing my forehead in irritation.
What a terrible day!
Just then, I heard a giggle, or rather, a sarcastic chuckle behind me.
That sound... it felt oddly familiar.
Her sweet voice floated through the air like a sugary trap, and I found myself willingly ensnared.
I turned around, my eyes widening in surprise.
There she was, the one and only commanding Park Ayla, leaning against the door in all her glory.
Dressed casually in a shirt and trousers with Converse, she still managed to look impeccable.
But as I took her in, I noticed she seemed more mature than the last time we met. Her eyes appeared hollow, devoid of emotion, and a feigned sarcastic smile played on her lips.
Lips??Those lips!
They looked so inviting, almost begging me to devour them.
God! Jungkook, get a grip.
I caught her eye, and it was clear she was sizing me up too. I remembered what I was wearing.
Naturally, I am hot!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
I found myself engrossed in a flurry of emails and texts when I caught a glimpse of her growing impatience, perhaps even fatigue, from the corner of my eye.
Who could blame her after such a lengthy journey?
What was Jimin thinking, bringing her here? Didn't he realize she needed rest?
I observed as she rose to her feet, her curiosity leading her to explore the room. Her fingers danced over the posters adorning the walls, tracing their edges with a gentle touch.
