Him |JJK

Chapter 19

I watched as the boy sitting opposite me popped another candy into his mouth and stuffed the pink candy wrapper into his hoodie pocket. He met my gaze for a few seconds before I turned away. 

"Do you want one?" 

I shook my head. 

After around ten or so minutes, he took out another round candy and took off its wrapper while playing on his phone. Furrowing my eyebrows, I stared at him confusingly. 

"What's with you and candy?" 

He shrugged. "Felt like eating them." 

"You've been eating them non stop  since yesterday."

He stuffed his phone into his pocket.

"You're going to get cavities." I muttered. 

"I won't." 

I looked across to see him pouting like a little kid. 

"I brush my teeth properly." He stated proudly. "You sure you don't want one?" 

"I don't like sweets." 

"And yet you're one..." He muttered silently before giving me a smirk. 

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. 

"Oh. My clothes are in the basket in the practicing room." 

I stared at him blankly. He raised an eyebrow at me. 

"I'm saying. Do. The. Laundry."

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes before getting up from the chair that I was sitting in. 

Yes. I'm still his slave. He hasn't told anyone...yet. And I haven't found out if he is the culprit. So I guess we are staying this way. It's weird how he hasn't reported me yet...I don't know what he's thinking about. 

Tilting the basket, I grabbed his clothes before chucking them into the washing machine. I exerted a sigh as I smelled a familiar scent before sensing a figure creeping up behind me. Instantly, I slid the rod out of my strap before extending it and swung it at the figure behind me. 

"Woah. Chill." He chuckled. 

"You're telling me to "chill" when someone creeps up on me and its especially you?" 

"I won't do anything to you." He grabbed a chair and set it in front of me before he sat down.

I contracted the rod in my hands before slipping it back into my thigh strap. 

"Can't be sure. You could be the culprit for the recent murders." 

"Do I look like a murderer?" He grinned as he made a peace sign next to his eyes.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to throw his clothes into the washing machine.

"Aw even if I was one. I would be a cute one." 

I looked back to see him grinning widely. 

"So...you're still not gonna report me?" I asked. 

There was a silence before I grabbed a chair and sat opposite him. He stared at me for a couple of seconds. 

"No... I mean it's a win-win situation right? I don't tell anyone, you can still spy on me." 

"But you want to get me fired." 

"Why would I? You're my slave and you'll continue to work for me." He smirked. 

I pondered. I guess it's a win-win situation.  I work for him, he doesn't tell anyone and I can still spy on him. 

"Wait...so you don't mind me spying on you." I narrowed my eyes. 

"...Sure go ahead and try to prove me guilty." He shrugged. 

I stared at him confused. 

Wait so is he innocent or is he guilty? He's saying this like it's nothing. 

"So... are you innocent? Have you killed anyone?" 

He shrugged again. 

"But..." He leaned in close. "I'm not mentally innocent." 

I blinked in confusion as a smirk tugged on the end of his lips. 

"So, anyway... who's the gang from yesterday? They knew you." 

Might as well investigate everything about him when I have the chance. 

"They were my friends." 

"Were?" 

He nodded slightly. 

"I'm not usually with them anymore." 

"Why?" 

"I'm busy plus I grew out of the things we used to do." 

"What did you used to do." 

He laughed a little. 

"We always ended up in one spot in the end- the police station."

I scoffed. "So you're not a good person from the start. I'm surprised you're not in prison." 

"I never said that I was good." 

He popped another candy into his mouth as he asked a weird random question. 

"Do you know where to buy peach flavored candy?" 

"Peach??" I shook my head. 

"I can't seem to find any that tastes like peach." He pouted. 

"Ok...candy obsessed freak..." 

I heard the familiar ping of the washing machine and before I could get off the chair and hurl Jungkook's clothes out. He had me frozen to the spot. 

One second he was sitting opposite me and the next, he had placed his leg between the space of my thighs, basically kneeling on the chair while the other supported him from the ground. His left hand grabbed onto the back of the chair. 

"Oh by the way noona~" 

I felt a hand slowly brush up my skirt 

"Y-Yah w-what are you doing???" 

Feeling his fingertips that lingered beneath my skirt, I tried to push him away as a playful smirk was plastered onto his lips. 

I watched him as he got off the chair and tucked his hand into his pocket. 

"I'm confiscating this."

He held my rod in his palm. 

"Y-Yah! Y-You can't do that!" 

"Do what?" He raised his eyebrow slyly. 

"Y-You can't take my rod!" 

"Just yesterday and a few minutes ago, you threatened me with this. So I'm taking it. " A smirk was plastered on his lips while he spun the rod in his palm. 

"B-But-" 

"If you hurt me, you'll have to pay." He slyly smiled. 

"F-Fine but you have to admit that was harassment!" 

"Harassment?" 

"Y-You can't just...pervert..." My faced burned as he stared at me. 

"I told you." He turned around and walked towards the door. 

"I'm not mentally innocent~" 

I sat there, still, as I realized what he meant...