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Your touch so foreign It's supernatural... —Unknown
Mirae |
Jungkook and I sat down on the balcony outside the restaurant he drove us to, it was a nice place but too expensive for my taste. I only have $15 dollars in my pocket...
I can't really say anything because I'm enjoying the food here; I don't mind the expenses as long as he is paying.
"Ms. Lee, care to explain to me the reason behind booking a reservation under the name of a drug street?" The green-eyed man asked. I clutter around for a few seconds trying to think of something clever.
His gaze was burning holes through my skull, I didn't register his questions as my eyes blurred to when he was a small child. The man before me is nowhere near to that innocent child planted in my heart.
"I- uh, I was pressured-"
He looked into my eyes leaning in against the table making me fiddle in nervousness "What a sad life" he mocked with a laugh.
"I didn't have a proper sleep-"
"-yet me being a very busy businessman, I sleep so well, no meetings. No calls every second —what a heavenly life" I looked down biting my lip "don't lie to me, why the fuck did you name it under a drug street?" He's so stubborn.
He really needs to cool down with that foul language he uses.
I didn't really know that the red district line was a drug street. Plus how does he know it's a drug street I've only figured it out after I searched it on my phone.
The matter is so old, why can't he move on and happily live ever after.
I mistakenly looked into his eyes getting pulled inside the darkness. My head spun back to our sweet destructive childhood.
"Noona, where will you be when I grow up into a big boy?" a small 5 years old muttered.
"I'll be with you" my young teen self chuckled pinching Kookie's cheek.
My consciousness hit me back like a painful truck, this Jungkook. Sat in front of me, he's not Jungkook.
"Someone said the red district light is where you go relive your stress-" my voice shook when he put his glass down.
