Mr. Kim's World | (TaeKook) ✔️

Chapter: 33

The smell of cigarettes touches my nostrils, and I crunch my nose. I groan slightly, feeling the pain and discomfort in my body when I try to move them. The light spreads across the room, waking me up from my slumber. The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the back cushion of the couch. I squint my eyes, turning back.

Mr. Kim's, shirtless, leaning on the other side of the table, giving me his back. He's smoking cigarettes. In the nine months that I've known him, I've never seen him smoking, so why is he smoking so suddenly.

I moan a little loud as I try to get up, still feeling weak. I see that I'm still naked, just Mr. Kim's blazer that's covering from my chest until my upper thigh.

"Mr. Jeon," he calls me with his deep voice. I look at him. He smashes the cigarette end on the table and leaves it there before coming towards me.

"Good morning," I greet him awkwardly.

"Good morning," he nods. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," my voice is low. I think it's because of the blowjob I gave him and all the screaming.

He gets on his knees to match my height. I look down as his height is below me. The first things I want to see are his eyes. They're brown.

"You're not in good shape," he admits, guilty. "I'm... I'm extremely sorry... I don't know what passed through me..." he doesn't meet my eyes.

Frankly speaking, I'm the culprit again. It's me who pushed him to do it, so I don't think I should be the one receiving apologies first. I should apologize to him.

"N-no, Mr. Kim. You're not at fault. I started things first," I accept my mistake.

"Still, I shouldn't have lost control." He gets up from his position. "Anyway, I don't have any clothes here. I asked my driver to bring me two sets of clothes. One for me and one for you. We need a shower."

As he mentions shower, something crosses my mind. My cheeks flare up when I look at the couch. I peed on it last night. I mentally gag because I'm sitting on it. But more than that, I feel like disappearing because the man I peed on is standing near me.

And we slept on the couch - on my urine. Disgusting.

Now that I my attention has gone to it, the smell of my urine hits my nose too. I want to fucking die.

"Don't worry," he says, but I dont gaze up. "It's a normal reaction. You felt good."

Shut up. You wouldn't know the feeling because you're not the one who urinated at this age.

"Mr. Kim?" I look up.

"Hmm?" He answers, looking at his phone.

"Why are you smoking? I never saw you smoke before."

He smirks still looking at the phone.

"I used to smoke but I stopped for a while."

"Why have you picked that habit again?"

"Just because," he shrugs.

I know there is something very deep hidden information in him that he doesn't want to share. He's not obliged to share it with me, but keeping everything to oneself hurts a lot. We've been closer to each other physically that I personally feel very a deep connection with him. I may understand him if he decides to share, but it's his choice.

"Jungkook." He picks out my phone from his pocket. "Your phone was buzzing a lot when I woke up. Check it."

I take the phone, and he walks away, calling someone. I watch as he goes to the balcony and talks to someone on the phone. I sigh and press the on button.

27 messages from Chaeng, and five missed calls her as well. My parents also called me. I mentally prepare myself for getting scolded. First, I send a message to my parents letting them know that I'm fine. As I'm about to message Chaeyoung, she calls me.

I accept it.

"H-hi," I stutter. I shouldn't have picked up the call when my voice is messed up.

"What happened to your voice?" She inquires.

"Sore throat." I come up with an excuse.

"In this summer?"

"Is there any rule saying that I can't get a sore throat in summer?" I argue.

"Whatever. Where are you? You weren't answering my messages or calls. You weren't even in your home," she starts to scold me as if I'm her child.

"I'm... I mean, I was working late last night with Mr. Kim, and stayed with him," hesitant, I tell her.

"Stayed where? In the office?" I can feel her furrowing her eyebrows.

"Yes - no, I mean no. At a hotel. We were in a business meeting, then went to a hotel." Will she buy this shit?

"Wasn't Miss Lisa with him?"

I want to beat her for knowing everything.

"She w-was, but she left early."

Please do not ask any further questions. I implore her.

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm about to exit the hotel."

"Oh. I'm at Wooyoung's. Let's meet at night, okay?"

"Fine by me. Bye."

"Bye."

I quickly hang up the call. Phew! I'm safe now. A knock in the door scares me. By this time, Mr. Kim has come inside the room. He just puts on his shirt that was on the floor and goes to open the door.

He opens it halfway and takes two bags before closing the door. He comes to me and hands me a bag.

"Here's the clothes."

"Thank you." I take them gratefully.

"Get dressed quickly. I need to go home." He says then starts to undress himself.

I follow his order, move his blazer off me, and start to put on the shirt and pants his man brought. The pants are a little long for me, but it's okay.

We soon exit the office. I follow him, limping a bit, to his car. Even with his unruly hair, he still manages to look professional. There is something that must be in his genes.

"Get inside." He orders, and I obey him. He sits beside me in the back seat. As the driver drives off, I pray that I don't smell. Though the new clothes' fragrance has hidden the bad smell, I still don't feel comfortable. I won't feel comfortable until I take a shower.

I secretly glance at Mr. Kim, who has a calm face. Whatever happened yesterday doesn't seem to bother him, but it bothers me. Not only the sex, but what had happened before that.

"We're here, sir." The driver announces. My apartment building is here. I open the car door and climb out.

"Have a good day, sir." I smile at him.

"You too." He nods. I close the door, and they drive off. I watch until the car is out of my side.

There's a sudden change in the air around me, a selcouth feeling taking over me. I look around to see if there's anything unusual, but I see nothing. Am I feeling bad because Mr. Kim left me? I don't know. But the feeling of being watched comes, mixed with some other ominous sensation that I don't recognize.

I turn back hurriedly get inside my building.

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