Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

33: Uninvited Guests

The bed was empty next to me, the silky sheets folded between my fingers, the windows exposing the blazing sun rays. I sat up on the bed, peering down at myself, I wasn't naked. A smile formed on my face, last night's caress vivid in my mind. But then weakened from the aching destructive scene earlier.

A deep cough distracted my thinking. "I made breakfast." He claimed and left the entrance. His appearance looked to be healthier and usual.

The smell of fresh pancakes wafted in the air; I removed the blanket that was situated on me. The midsized table full of breakfast foods. My eyes landed to his back facing my direction, he brought the steamy eggs to the table, a blue cookie monster apron wrapped around him. I couldn't help but softly smile.

"What?" He scraped the eggs to a polished white plate.

"You never make breakfast." I grabbed a fork that was neatly arranged on a napkin.

"I don't. But today I chose too, Thankful?" The corner of his lips turned concisely to a smile. He seemed perfectly fine as if nothing had occurred yesterday.

"How are you feeling?" I took a bite of the scrambled eggs and concerned with his mental state, I wanted to erase last night's incident. Which I clearly recalled.

He set his fork slowly on his plate and glanced up at me. "...thank you."

My chew now at a gradual pace as he apologized. "For what?"

"...Being by my side. I'm sorry if I hurt you last night... You probably saw my father." He smirked in defeat.

"It's alright. But... does he always treat you like that?"

His emotions blank, nodded in agreement casually then cutting the thick pancake.

"And what you saw..." The fork in his hand was shaking seemingly.

"You don't have to talk about it." I reached for his hand, soothing his wrist. I appreciated his apology, the tone of his voice in remorse.

This expression was a different person's, an affable warm person's aura.

The sound of a door unlocking clicked echoed faintly.

Click.

Steps incoming into the mansion.

Tip.

Tap.

Tip.

Tap.

My hand pulled frantically from my third bite, my silverware clinked against the floor.

"What's going o-"

"Shh." He tapped a finger against his mouth.

His fingers intertwined with mine, he rummaged through his drawer, grabbing keys and a metal steeled weapon. It was a gun.

My eyes enlarged from the sight of the pistol, I could perceive the shivers travel along my spine in fear. Sudden banging then resonated from the locked bedroom.

"Sir, your father has ordered you to come with us! Any means of escape will cause you danger!"

A commotion regarding his father?

The door nearly in a breaking state. Mr. Jeon tucked the gun beneath his belt and under his sweat shirt. He released the window wide open, a winter storm fused in the atmosphere as the chilly moisture dampened along my skin.   

His right foot composed on the window sill, I couldn't move in confusion of the situation. His hair swiped to the side because of the wind, the dim colored sheer curtains dancing beside him ecstatically. My gaze attentive with his, the banging of the door strident. In any minute of their entry.

"Let's go." He ushered me to the passage.

"But-" My body holding back, unsure of what to do.

"Come with me." The sweet tone of his vocal in mixture with the whistle vibrated in the air.

A/N: Yes I was able to update today!....It's short again....Hi!💕 What do you think might happen now? What will Mari do?

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