Devil Contract ✓

12

❝ Honeymoon❞
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PRIVATE JET. WHAT A SHOW-OFF, I sighed and dug down onto my seat, this man sure is trying to show off more than anything. He's so annoying. I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window, ignoring the human being sitting beside me.

Jungkook didn't even care about it much, he was busy watching the newspaper. What a grandpa—I looked down at the menu on the table in front of me, and picked it up. They serve food? That's good!

My eyes scanned the menu card, but everything was so expensive, I haven't heard about most of the dishes given here. I sighed and kept the card back on the table, laying my head on the table. I tapped the table with my fingernails, moving uncomfortably in my seat.

Twelve hour flight—such a long time, how will I spend it with a rude and arrogant man beside me. There's no one here except the two of us, so it's even more boring.

I sighed again, "You're so distracting." Jungkook murmured, I ignored him, looking up. A remote? I curiously looked at he remote that just caught my eyes, before I picked it up. There were weird signs on the buttons, I pressed one of them, and felt the seat going back. I flinched, eyes widening as I looked back.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook annoyingly exclaimed as he snatched the gadget from my hand, pressing another button. The seat returned to its normal pose, and I sighed again, what a boring man he is. I turned to the window, and all I saw were clouds, clouds, and more clouds.

I laid back on the seat, glancing over at Jungkook, he was still engrossed in his newspaper, his glasses at the bridge of his nose. He closed the newspaper and looked over at me, fixing his glasses.

"Want to watch a movie?"

Oh my god—is he telling me to watch a movie with him? Without those useless papers, like a couple? I quickly nodded my head, joy visible on my face. He pressed another button on the remote.

The table turned, and a large screen was revealed, I watched in awe as he pressed some weird buttons, before giving me another remote control. He pulled out a headset from the back of his seat and fixed them around my head. "Here. Now silently watch a movie." I blankly looked at him.

"Select anything you want to watch." He shrugged, pressing the button I pressed a few minutes ago on the remote before he laid back on his seat, closing his eyes. This man—I sighed deeply, turning to the large screen.

Anyway, I'll enjoy myself.

I clicked the buttons unconsciously, and a number of movies displayed on the screen. There were so many movies, but only a few korean ones. I rolled my eyes, humming as I stared at each poster carefully.

The Notebook? What's that? I wiggled my brows as I quickly selected the movie, placing the remote beside me as the movie started.

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I groaned, moving. I opened my eyes lightly, feeling something moving beneath me, I knitted my brows lightly in confusion, getting up from the incredibly uncomfortable position I was in—but I felt something pushing me back, tightly around my shoulder.

I winced, my hands leaving the thing I was clutching tightly. I forced myself to get up. Rubbing my eyes, I realised that the thing I was clutching was actually Jungkook's shirt, I scrunched my nose in disgust.

His hand fell back to his stomach when I got up, I was actually sleeping against his chest. I glanced back at the screen, it was already displaying the credits. I missed the whole movie.

I sighed, feeling my shoulders and back sore as I leaned back on my chair, sighing. I turned to the window, it was dark outside, how long did I even sleep for?

I sighed, massaging my aching joints as I stretched my arms forward, my bones cracked, surprising me. Wow—I glanced back at Jungkook, who was still fast asleep.

A flight attendant suddenly came in, smiling at me. "Are you awake, ma'am?" I raised my brows. "How long did I sleep for?" I asked her, my voice hoarse from the long sleep. She grinned, "About three hours or something?" She said, not sure.

"Would you like to have something?" She asked, I raised my brows. "I'm actually quite hungry, do you have something to eat?" I asked her. She nodded her head while giving me a smile, "Of course, what would you like to eat?"

"Anything nice.. And cheap." She raised her brows in amusement. "Ah, okay." She tilted her head in confusion, before leaving.

I sighed again, leaning back on the chair, this flight is so long. I wiped my eyes, batting them slowly.

I looked down at my ring, groaning. I lightly pulled on it and took it out, placing it on the table. "You are the source of all problems." I muttered, scolding it.

I quickly out it back when the flight attendant walked in, a small, white plate in her hand. She placed it in front of me, smiling as she left.

A sandwich—are you kidding me? A sandwich. I groaned, staring at the dish. My stomach growled, I licked my lips. "Whatever, I'll have it." I said, before picking it up and taking a bite of it.

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Jungkook groaned, eyes opening as he batted them, getting up from his sleeping position, he glanced back at the girl beside him.

Her head was laying on the table, supported by her hand that was stretched out, she softly snored, an empty plate beside her. He batted his eyes blankly.

"What a mess." He muttered, looking away from her,

"I wish this vacation will be small."