♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 28: Mind-Pops isn't delicious♛

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"How could I forget those plump lips if they tasted as sweet as those cherry lollipops?... And maybe your lips are even sweeter..." -J.JK.

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Jungkook's POV

"This doesn't look right..." I tilted my head on the side, observing the fold on the sleeves of my coat as I sat on my office's swivel chair. 

"Should I fold it... or not?" I raised one of my eyebrows to think this through. "Which looks better though?" I keep on asking myself since this is some big ass deal that's why I am struggling right now. And the only thought that was running through my head was...

I need to look great.

Well, that's pretty impossible since I already look like a Greek God with this looks of mine but oh well... maybe sometimes I still need to surpass those Gods. 

I looked at the wall clock and I almost gasp. I cleared my throat and just let my sleeves to stay on fold since I have no time to decide anymore. I pulled my coat to not allow any disheveled creases and sat straight, my focus only on my laptop.

The time on my laptop shows a 9:00 AM and I prepared myself, my eyebrows knitted so I could look more intimidating since I can't let my guard down. The door now opened but I wasn't still looking up even though I already sensed his presence in front of my desk.

This is it. Maybe I should cover my ears first? Or should I just let him yell his heart out before I decide for what action I should do next? Should I even look up to see his reddened face? But what if I happened to laugh because Pfft-- just thinking about it makes me crack alre--

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon. Here's your coffee." My thoughts were broken by the same tone of his voice. I stared at the coffee cup that was placed on top of my desk that he put himself before he backed away. I just looked at it, processing what was happening because surely... this isn't what I expect this meeting to be.

Why is he... acting normal?

In my curiosity, I glanced up at him and he just looked at my eyes straightly. I don't know what expression my face was showing but I could sense that confusion was all over it because what the hell! Why isn't he starting with the nagging and shouting?! I even pictured him giving me a hard slap or worse... he was even pulling out my hair in those bubble clouds that I was having in my head! 

I examined his face even more but his hands were only clasped in front of him looking so formal like he always does. He was starting to look uncomfortable under my gaze but I don't think that that was enough to prove that he was just pretending. 

Was he though? Is he doing this on purpose? Is he doing this because he thought that I forgot or...

I stood up with my hardened expression, my eyes fixated on his retreating figure as he looked at me with those startled-looking eyes but I don't like that look on him now. I want something better, something that I had seen in those dazzling brown orbs back when we were in Paris.

I prefer his lust-filled eyes that were focused on mine's way better.

He was now cornered between my arms as I trapped him on the wall, his eyes were blinking profusely, his Adam's apple continued to move up and down and I could even feel the nervousness that was radiated by his body gestures.

I smirked. I still had the same effect on him, I see...

Now I want this act of his to end. I want him to come forward and scream on my face so he could tell me all about his frustrations from what he remembered from that night. I want him to voice it out.