He rushed towards me, his eyes furious and raging with anger. He gripped my hand, pushing me against the wall.
"Dammit Rosé, how did he dare to touch you ?" He held me in place as I could feel his minty breathe on my face. "That little prick!" He...
Rosé reached the Jeon Mansion. Her mouth gaped open when she saw how huge and luxurious it was. It had a modern design, as compared to her own house, which was a bit of old fashioned with Greek inspired architecture. The connections that her grandfather had with the people in that country was the reason that influenced the build of her house. She wondered how the interior looked like. But then she shook her head because she believed doing this will make her get rid of these distracting thoughts and focus on what she actually came here for.
"Alright!" She said while clutching the wallet in her hand tightly to release the tension building up inside her. "Let's get done with this once in for all." She got out of the car and texted Jungkook that she was already in front of his mansion, waiting for him in the massive driveway of his mansion.
Rosé POV:
A couple minutes later, I saw Jungkook walking out of his house. He was wearing black pants paired with black shoes shoes. He had a plain black shirt tucked in his black leather jacket. The ends of his hair were still wet revealing that he probably showered about 10 minutes ago. I had to admit that he looked good. And by good, I mean Very Good.
He's truly gorgeous.
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(Imagine him wearing this without his cap, mask and bag)
He walked towards me without taking his eyes off me. It felt as if he was devouring my whole body with his eyes. My thoughts started to drift to him, the world suddenly went quiet and it was only me and him staring at each other. I didn't realise that I was smiling until his voice snapped me out of my trance.
"Good morning beautiful." He said while smirking.
He smelled of expensive masculine cologne and aftershave. His intoxicating smell seemed to be more lethal upclose.
"Like what you see babe ?" He said looking straight into my eyes.
Babe? What the hell? I ain't his 'babe' or anything.
"Excuse me." I said, trying to be polite on my part before this crackhead makes me completely loose my control.
"You know babe, I can read your face." He chuckled. "I've hundreds of ladies swooning over me. So don't think about falling in love with me." And saying this, he winked at me.
