𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

PART 72

Jungkook was walking down the hallway, his expressions calm but eyes highlighted the unease in his chest. With a quiet sigh he ruffled his hair and turned his face, the soft sunlight bathed his features making his brown eyes look stunning. A soft chiming of anklets filled his ear buds, he turned his gaze and saw Tae coming from the other side.

A mischievous glint flickered into his eyes, his lips curled upward into a faint mischievous smile. Tae saw him and passed him a soft smile, that slow kind that stretched on her lips involuntarily, and yet kissed his heart. He grinned and winked at her playfully, she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled through her chest, she shook her head with a small smile and walked forward.

A gasp left her lips when she felt a soft tug on the hem of her saree, she turned with narrowed eyes and saw him grinning while holding her saree hem. She bounced her eyebrows on once asking “what?”, he shook his head innocently and started pulling her closer gently, deliberately, slowly.

He stopped the moment she felt her back brushing against him, her breath caught in her throat when he slid his arm around her waist slowly, his fingers grazing her skin like a slow burn meal. He bent his head down, the tip of his nose brushed her exposed neck and a shiver ran down her spine the moment she felt his cold lips pressing against the warm skin of her neck.

His palms slid lower, slower, and almost intentional. The fatigue disappeared from his eyes for the moment as a softness flicked in them, his lips carved into a small sinful smile, her chest tightened with anticipation and nervousness seeing their position and his smile in the large mirror parallel to them, on the opposite wall.

“Jaan,” He called, his voice a deep, seductive whisper. She felt his fingers dipping into her navel as a low hmm left her lips, redness dusted her cheeks, her eyes met his and they lowered with shyness as her soft voice came out, “J-Ji?”

“Aren’t you looking too beautiful today to resist, Jaan.” He said, calm, soft, but nowhere innocent. She leaned forward, the redness colouring her cheeks even deeper, she could feel his hot breath on the exposed skin.

“Leave me… someone may come.” She whispered, her voice barely audible. As if she was forced to resist the moment. His grip on her waist tightened, he pulled her flush against him earning a sharp gasp in response.

“Let them.” He whispered, rubbing his nose tip sensually on her exposed neck. He spinned her, the hem of her saree flared and she felt herself colliding with his chest. His deep brown eyes stared into hers, the way it did something to her heart.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His gaze slowly travelled to her lips and they darkened even more. He leaned closer, too close, her heart thumped against her chest. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath became uneven, as if the gesture is new to her.

And then a soft deep chuckle of his collided with her ear buds. She paused, and slowly opened her eyes, confusion flickered in them. Her eyes caught the mirror again, this time the one behind him. And she could see herself on the parallel one.

Her back felt bare, the string of blouse undone, the thin fabric clenched blouse in place and her saree dipped to her waist, giving a perfect show of her curves figure. The thing that made her breathe hitch was his large palm pressed against her delicate skin. The way his palms gripped her waist, in its most innocent and yet somehow sensual way did things to her.

Redness flooded her cheeks, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her gaze refused to meet his, but they caught the curl at the corner of his lips and it made her even more shy. A deep chuckle escaped his lips, a mischievous glint shined into his eyes, he leaned near her ear and whispered, “What if… this thin fabric that held your blouse together, protecting the thing you hide behind it… breaks?”