"Leave her" I said. He raised his brow at my words and I understood what he wanted.
"Please..." I begged and a smug grin erupted on his lips. He took my chin between his fingers while tracing his thumb over my face.
"Don't beg, sweetheart. Just sign...
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Sensing some unease, my eyes opened and broke off my slumber. I rubbed my eyes. I was a bit groggy nevertheless.
After a few moments, I opened them vividly and my heart stopped for a microsecond after witnessing my surroundings.
"It's Jungkook's room" I muttered, unknown to how I ended up here.
This bed, it belongs to Jungkook. Well, practically the whole mansion is his but this was his very own bedroom. The same bedroom I refused to settle in despite his command to do so.
The last thing I remember is Jungkook tucking me in the bed after coaxing me in to his words of promise. But I slept in my own room.
"Could it be perhaps.." I purred "He brought me in here"
Most likely... It's his doing. After all, I do not sleepwalk. It has to be him.
I stood up, slipping my slippers on my feet before hastily dragging myself out of his room but...
"Ahhhh. What do you have in the sockets- eyes or button?" I snapped at Jungkook who got out of the bathroom. I could have bumped into his hard frame. Thank goodness, I wasn't hazed by my sleepiness.
"Biologically, they are eyes but if you see buttons, you are in a dire need to see a doctor." He said taking me by absolute surprise.
Did he just make fun of me?
After all the pining he did last night, HE GOT THE BALLS TO ROAST ME??
"Hey, you...um.. I w-was" That one stutter caused all my smugness to fade in thin air. I felt like a lost puppy. He didn't reply back to my jabs previous night but now he is returning it multiplied by 2x.
"Don't stand there like a mannequin." I turned to his voice as now he was putting on a shirt. He had already put on his bottoms tho.
I sighed and was about to leave the room not until...
"Stay" I frowned after hearing his request, which sounded more like an order. What's wrong with him?
I stood there on the doorstep until he finished buttoning up his shirt and carried his suit on his hand. He had his tie and hair done. He looked really good, I must say.
"Shut the door and come here" He said and I found myself obeying him with no disregard. I guess, that's the power he holds over everyone. His voice in itself is too dominating. I wonder how I was able to argue with him last night for so long.
