Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

34: Our Hidden Story

Peering over at the side mirror, my father's men that were following disappeared finally. I glanced over at the passenger seat, her lashes left a shadow on her face, her natural lips defined as if it was drawn with pencil. She was fast asleep.

She didn't know my troubles. She didn't need to be involved in my fucked-up situation and with a person fucked up like me. But it was already too late now.

I wasn't sure of my own decisions, even her decisions of not leaving after my self- harm attempt. I was grateful that someone was there, her words of comfort played soothingly in my mind from that night.

There were people after us, I would have to protect her. Or she'd be suffering worse than I was. Physically and mentally.

I'm perhaps too weak to.

'Jeon Jungkook, you're weak.' Those words wandered in my head.

It was my fault for involving her in this situation.

"Jungkook, it's your fault" I muttered under my breath without conscious. 
                            ***

My eyes opened to the earth's atmosphere consisting of fog and mist. Unsure of where we were and how long he was driving. It was mid-day. I was substantially curious of our departure, I was in need of an explanation, but the serious look on his face worried me that he'd be triggered if I didn't comply. He looked slightly nervous.

The gloom intensifying as we entered an area, the bare branches of the forest spiked into the sky, life possibly missing in the densely packed area. The car was shaking with the path as it narrowed deep into the woods. A mid-sized house now visible in sight, perched on the plain, exquisite of its old worn-down structure. The building almost like a fairytale but a hint of distress as the heavy air encircled around its hard-wooden exterior. The smoke elevated from the chimney delivering a warm feeling inside.

I liked this place, it calmed me.

He parked the car in front of the house. I was immersed with the dark beauty. The forest was foreboding, but there was peace in its sullen ambient. My eyes flickered over the thick trunk of the trees and rose steadily to the sky. I closed the car door behind me embracing the winter breeze surpassing through the woods.

My breath releasing fog as I melted with the sight. A jacket placed on my shoulder, Mr. Jeon walked in front of me to the cozy cabin.

I followed his lead. The building was well decorative and consisted of natural colors far different from his original house. The depressive and solitude feelings alleviated in this home. A large clear-cut chandelier dangling at the roof. A living room, kitchen, bar, open hot tub. But there was only one bedroom identifiable, it was a small bungalow, a clear view of the residence from a standing point.

"There's one bedroom, if you want I can sleep on the couch." I didn't expect him to say that, rather sensuous words in place.

"N-no, It's fine. It's not like the first time we're sleeping together." I stuffed my hands in the jacket he provided me with.

He nodded. It felt a little awkward between us.

"We didn't get to finish breakfast; do you want something to eat? I don't have much to offer here."

I missed his question as concern still lingered with me. "Is your dad looking for you?"

He twisted the knob of the small oven, fluffy croissants heating. He tapped his fingers on the counter.

"He is. I don't know if you overheard. But he wants to get rid of me...even if it means to kill me." He laughed amusingly like a normal thing to say.

Kill? He was possibly exaggerating, what parent would have the intentions of murdering their own children?

"He's looking for me, he probably already sent his men to find me. I think they know I have someone with me, so it's good that you came here. I'll double the payment since I had to bring you all the way here."

Our agreement was in the back of my mind, nearly forgetting my needs of money.

"He doesn't know about this place?"

"No, he shouldn't. But you don't seem too worried that someone could be on the look for you." He handed me the crispy croissant wrapped in a napkin.

"You could say I'm used to this. You don't seem worried either."

"It's not the first time. Who's after you?" I felt his hard glare on me.

"It's a long story." I bit into the bread.

"I really don't know much about you." He poured red wine into two glasses.

"We are only business." It felt uneasy to say that.

He twirled his drink in the glass. "You're right, we are. But I'm curious about you Ms. Stella."

His smirk almost a mask of his disguise, his eyes faltered to his drink.

What is your story Mr. Jeon?

Why are you hurtingso deep inside?

A/N: I felt like updating again! Yay! The next update won't be till a couple days so.. Not the longest chapter but something right? Anyways it's Saturday here, happy Saturday! I went mini golfing with my friends yesterday..let me just say that golf hates me and I hate it too.. I suck at it so bad :,,,(.

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