Sure Thing • liskook.

22. The Golden House

genre: fluff as fuck, and smut as usual.
a/n: ok this is long and boring domestic liskook. I made a compilation of all the domestic requests I received so hope you like it if you don't fall asleep in the middle. lol.

"Where are we?"

Lisa asked, totally confused, she was thinking that they would go to the Bangtan dorm but this building was new, unknown and not far from her own dorm.

Jungkook had told her that he had a surprise for her but she didn't think it would be a place, she thought he was referring to a gift actually.

Jungkook smiled at her excited, childishly, biting his lower lip, and Lisa wanted to punch him for not telling her for once what was he hiding.

His mischievous look made it clear that he wouldn't say anything to her, he was enjoying playing with her impatience.

"Yah, where are we?" she insisted, poking his arm, while he handed her his bag. She huffed when she realized that it was so heavy, how could he carry that so easily?

"You'll find out," he winked, before getting into the car and saying something to his manager.

Lisa pouted impatiently, but had no choice. Instead she looked around, the underground parking lot was like all buildings, full of cars and silent, she felt a slight anxiety whenever she was in them. Many times she had thought about the possibility that someone was hiding, taking photos or spying.

It was a silly paranoia she had since walking through the parking lot of the YG building, a sasaeng had been discovered taking pictures of her and Jisoo. But it had only been once and time ago. The parking lots were protected, no psycho stranger had access, so she had to erase those ideas from her head instead of feeling anxious... But of course, it wasn't easy to control feelings.

"Doll, come on," Jungkook took his bag from her hands, freeing her of that heavy as fuck bag, and took her hand, bringing her back to earth.

Uh! She would know where they were, finally!

Jungkook took her to the elevator while his manager's car drove away, and Lisa put aside her curiosity, because the contact of their hands together was so overwhelming. His big hand, though not much more than hers, was scratchy but at the same time so warm and familiar, it felt like being at home, touching him, feeling him. Lisa smiled, looking at their intertwined fingers with some rings brushing, they matched perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

Oh, she was so happy that when they got in the metal box, surrounded by mirrors and the soft vibration of the upward movement, she embraced him by the waist and buried her face in his chest, nuzzling his collarbone with her nose. His sweatshirt smelled like him, sweet with hints of some citric.

She felt the vibration of his chest, because he laughed, and then Jungkook wrapped his arms around her, putting his hands on her waist and resting his cheek on her head.