Me And The Devil

Ten moles of destiny

Yn's pov:

A heavy weight presses down on me, and a sweet cologne fills my nostrils.

With a gasp, I force my eyes open, only to find Jungkook towering over me.

How did he manage to climb on top of me?!
I try to push him off with all my might, but he didn't budge,somehow, I managed. A hulk !

My whole body along this stupid head is aching so badly, I hardly remember what happened!

All I remember we were about to kiss ! What! Wait , what! Did we kiss !?

My gaze falls on him, my hungry eyes are not at fault, his charm is too much to handle.

Such a masculine man, how he can be so cute ! My little brain can't get it, he thinks he can supress his puerility, cuteness by having this big body and tattoos . Hah, how silly thought?

I settle myself causally beside him, closing the little gap just to be lost again in him, in his adorable characteristics. My eyes wandered over his face .
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(Author's pov:)

Those bread like puffy pinkish cheeks, yn feels the irresistible urge to take a bite of this bread .
Then, her expression turns  simultaneously into sad one as she know it's not possible to do what she wants.

Yn feels a wave of jealousy catching her , seeing those moles over his face and neck .
She looks away while her eyes are closed in frustration. Her mind runs into the saying, " we have moles where our past lover kissed us ."

Yn again faces towards him, she counts the moles on his face, it's total ten just on this face and neck ! She literally cries out , the remorse in her voice is palpable.

She eyes at his sleeping figure,

" what were you, hu ? Your lover just feasted on you and you let that happen!"

She hates this , she knows she has no right to feel like this but who can rule over the heart?

she rushes into bathroom to check herself onto mirror, barely one mole on this fucking face and one just on the collarbone.

yn murmurs," good, yn , you were never loved."

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Yn gets startled by a loud crash coming from down the hallway. She hurries towards the sound, her heart pounding.
She walks through the floor, little sound still are audible. She frightens thinking who this can be!

Her search pauses with the discovery of sound source, it's behind the wooden door . She tries to open the door but it's locked !
She knocks the door now, " is there someone? " But , it is all silence.

She keeps standing there for a while for assurance, and hearing no sound , yn turns to leave but then again a loud sound like something falls over the hard floor, shattering into thousand pieces. This time, she presses her ear against the wooden door, nearly screaming out, " hello? Somebody there ?" Yn shouts, her voice trembling.

A cold hand touches her shoulder, and she screams in terror. Jungkook, his face a mask of shock, looks down at her.

"Why are you screaming, Miss Foody?"

"Jungkook, I think there's someone in there. I heard noises coming from the room."

He scoffes, "Who would be there? Are you still dreaming?"

Yn clutches his arm, her voice rising, "I'm serious, Jungkook. I swear I heard something."

He rolls his eyes, "You're still under the influence, Yn."

Just then, another loud crash sounds from inside. Yn points at the door. "See? I told you."

Jungkook's expression hardens, a tensed one. He reaches for his keys, unlocks the door, and steps inside. "You better stay here," he says her, his voice stern.

Yn watchs him disappear into the room, a wave of unease washing over her. She waits eagerly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jungkook goes into room and locks it up, his this behavior gets found somewhat strange to her,like he turned so serious out of sudden. Fear and eagerness kills yn , her eyes desperately are looking at the door .

A few minutes later, Jungkook emerges, his face devoid of emotion.

"Nothing," he says.

"Nothing? But I heard-"

Jungkook cuts her off, his eyes boring into hers. "Do you not trust me, Miss Foody?"
His voice is cold and menacing. Yn hesitates, her gaze faltering.

He leans in closer, his breath fanning her face.
"Look at me. Tell me, yes or no?"

Yn nods, her voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook smiles, a chilling expression that sent shivers down her spine. "Good girl. You should."
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Yn's pov;

The drive is at pindrop silence,nor Jungkook or me spoke . His expression is unreadable, his arm on wheel busy with handling the car.

We have reached office, but seems like Jungkook has another plan to execute.

" Miss foody, see you at evening, I have some important things to handle"
He tightly smiles to me while that big doe eyes are looking at me cordially. I just reply him with a nod , " have an easy day ."

Just then , I am about to leave, he hesitantly asks me out to stop. He is trying to put his thoughts in words.
My patience is at low, already I am frustrated with the thought of dealing with Jimin.

His eyes are fixed at my lips , I can feel that , I amnot a fool, right ? And mine ones on his heavenly handsome face.

He licks his lower lip and then puts a red box towards me . My surprised gaze now locks with his adorable eyes. Curiosity is killing me, oh silly boy ! Say something.

  " I don't know what should I say , but, miss foody, would you accept this ? For me, can you wear this ? " He pleads me almost ,like a gentleman he is already .

How can I deny him ? But, it's not right, he is my boss , I can't.
Before I could deny, his hands takes my hand in between and caresses my hands with warmness, " pls, yn."

  " But, why are all of sudden giving such a gift !?"

This time without saying anything,he brings out a beautiful red bracelet out of box , and I immediately recognize this one .
This is the one ,that weekend I had seen ;but alas! The price.... but, Jungkook, how did he know that ! He wasn't with me !

I am just about to ask , he puts his finger on my lip," not a word . " With that he slides the beautiful bracelet into my hand, on the one which has the wound.

As he slid the bracelet onto my wrist, a shiver ran down my spine.
The touch of his fingers on my skin sends a thrill through me. I feel a warmth spreading through my body, a sensation I can't quite explain.

"It's a token of my gratitude," he says softly, his eyes still locks on mine. "For everything you've done for me."

My heart races like a marathon. I had never felt this way before, not even with Jimin. This is something different, something deeper.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you like it."

I look down at the bracelet, admiring its intricate design. It is perfect, just like him.

"I'll wear it all the time," I promise him.

Jungkook nods, his expression softening. "I know you will, you have to."

As I turn to leave, he calls out to me. "YN?"

I turn back, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I... I just wanted to say," he hesitates, his cheeks flushing slightly, "you're beautiful."

I feel my breath catch in my throat. His words are simple, but they have a profound effects on me.

"Thank you," I reply, my voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes fills with warmth. "You're welcome."

As I walk away, I can't help but feel a sense of happiness. I had never felt so alive, so loved. And I know that it was all thanks to Jungkook.