2 Countries (JJK FF)

Chapter 3- Why so kind?

Author:- Thank you guys for sparing your precious time to read my stories, I am extremely grateful to someone who actually gave me motivation and encouragement to write and continue this. even if I receive the least vote and reads I have no regrets. I want to satisfy those readers only and try my best to make this story likeable. Thank you again.

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It was like a good 10 minutes his eyes were boring holes into my soul and my wrist was consistently being twisted under his strong grip and the only thing I could do was to stare back at his brown almond eyes.

"Miss you should be careful sometimes", through his mask it sounded like a raspy shuffled up syllables yet it was so intimidating.........may be in an enchanting way.

"Huh?" it came out more like a whisper as I snapped out from my romantic fantasy.

"Don't fiddle with it, its hurting my ears", he gently growled through his mask.

I widened my eyes as I got to the point of my current situation.

okay, I took a deep breath and just realized a second ago that this whole tangling of my bracelet with this masked guy has certainly turned all the flashing cameras towards us particularly "me"

The screams of the girls whom I suppose fans couldn't be subdued with my mild voice and perhaps I don't want to bring out my wild side on the first day after landing in Seoul in broad daylight. So I started panicking and was deliberately trying to untangle this mess of chains.

"ow ow it hurts!" he hisses in pain.

fuck it! This going to be worse if I do that. But my time is less I need to move out from this damn airport and for that I need to take the risk.

I scooted towards him and there was a minimum gap between us. I eyed near his earlobe as his breath was tickling on my neck. I carefully took out the tangled clasp of my bracelet.

yes! mission successful!

Okay getting near a famous person dangerously close and doing that is quite a risk! especially with all the cameras flashing their lights upon me.

I shuffled myself on my feet and basically fled towards the exit.

Its fucking embarrassing.

I tried to look for that cocky son until a voice behind startled me.

"You are late get into the car", he growled as he pushed me into the black BMW.

When I properly seated myself I got a good look of his face. Two words for him.

Fucking handsome!

Chiseled jaw, round almond like eyes, brown swept up silky hair and to add more definition to that sculpted face, he has some plump lips.

I didn't know Koreans can look this good.

I am a pro in reading a person through their physique.

Hmm, lets see, swept up neatly combed hair, black suit with a blue and golden striped neck tie with some branded polished shoes. Gucci collections all over his body, doesn't even spare the watch. Oh! piercings I see!.

Conclusion:- This guy is cocky af, but have a good taste in style but the way he is keeping his position, crossed legs , stiff shoulders, head up high, sitting straight....he is nothing but arrogant and has a terrible smirking syndrome. Oh I concluded that as I see his little curve in his lips at the fact that he caught me staring.

Not a big deal for me. somewhere I feel he has a softer and vulnerable side which he likes to keep to himself.

Stoic indeed.

"Aren't you staring for too long?", he asked while leaning towards me with that annoying smirk plastered to his beautiful face.

"Is it turning you on?", I blabbered like it was nothing.

His smirk dropped at the sudden statement and as it is the awkward silence took over the whole car ride until he coughed to break it.

"Hi my name is Kim Jihyun", he extended his hand towards me offering a handshake.

"I am obliged that you remember to introduce yourself in a better way", I shook his hands firmly.

I shifted my gaze towards the window watching the buildings and shops passing by like sceneries projected through a projector on a slide. I was enjoying the view until the car came to a halt with a sudden thud making me jolt in front falling on Jihyun's lap.

Way too embarrassing on my first day!

My reflex was great, I quickly came to my normal position and peeked through the window after sliding the glass down to inspect what brought the car to halt in that way.

I noticed an old lady amidst her 70s was struggling to cross the road and there were a dozen of oranges scattered around her. I suppose she had slipped and fallen right on the ground with her goods scattering everywhere. I didn't think twice before hoarding out of the black posh vehicle and moving towards her. I could feel some eyes on me from other such moron drivers who were just sitting inside the air conditioned environment and honking deliberately to clear off the road rather than helping the latter. I scoffed at them and scooted towards her and picked up all the oranges and stuffed them inside her bag. I helped her to stand up on the feet and dusted her clothes only to receive a warm smile in response to it.

"Oh My young child! Thank you so much ", the old lady spoke with a quivering and warm voice.

How soothing it was. I was lost in her tender orbs, it reminded me of my grandma....

Or shall I say deceased grandma who is no longer with me.

I figured out she had no warmth around her body so I dragged my drape coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She gave me the sweetest smile and bowed lightly.

"Grandma, don't be so respectful towards me and bow like that, consider me like your grand daughter." I said in a reassuring tone and helped her to cross the rest of the road and went back to the same black BMW.

I noticed Mr Kim looking at me with a tender gaze and pursed lips which was quite in contrast with his personality.

"Why so kind Miss Mitra?", He asked in monotonous tone and tilted his head waiting for a satisfying answer.

I shrugged and spoke in a plain tone, " My grandma used to say that we should do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return but because who I am. Kindness is treasure and she asked me to preserve it throughout my life" the last sentence nearly came out like a mild whisper as I looked down at my feet and fiddled with the strand of my vanity bag.

He was speechless for a second but still managed to reply with a "hmm"

" I would love to meet this kind old lady", he said with a small smile plastered on his plump pair of lips and hope gleaming in his brown pupils.

I slowly looked towards him and shifted my gaze towards the window.

His smile faltered from his face and murmured a little "sorry" as he understood my silence towards his sudden request.

Something warm trickled down from the corner of my eyes and stained my cheeks. The next thing I knew that I was engulfed in a warm hug. The hold on me was tight yet so tender. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder as my tears began to flow down my eyes eternally.

"Shhh don't cry, its fine", his breath tickled my neck as he whispered in my ears and decided not to let go of this tight hold. I nodded slightly as my tears continued to soak the side of his collar.

He didn't mind it at all.

In fact somewhere in his heart he felt it to be right.

So he tightened his hold on her.