My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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Daisy.

"Ahh~"

"Does it hurt?"

"A bit- uh ugh"

"I am trying to be gentle."

"Ughh Jungkook~"

"It'll be over soon....have patience.."

Currently we were at Jungkook's house, since it was the closest from the beach and he didn't yet know that I had shifted. But honestly, I insisted on going to his house, since, I could atleast know his house, for official purposes I guess (okay taking into account my attraction towards him). It was all great, his hands on my waist while mine sliding onto his shoulder, gradually pulling him closer than necessary, only to take in a sniff of his masculine body scent and feel a bit more of his hard toned muscles against my body. He didn't mind it, or atleast he didn't seem to take it into account.

I hissed as the pain diffused throughout my entire nerve, causing my leg to shiver on contact of the cold cotton swab. I looked my scraped knee, no scratch that, very badly scraped knee. Wonder why? Because the mister right here had thought that the best way was to push me away physically and I fell right on a stone. A deliberately plateau-d stone having a million of rough ridges along it's surface.

I glared at him, while he concentrated more on the wound softly padding the scraped skin. As much as I would want to rip his head off, I couldn't just brush off the fact that he looked too cute as he focussed on cleaning the wound carefully. Just like a baby boy.

"You didn't have to push me you know. This is all your fault." I say and cross my hands across my chest, only to realise that sand particles were sticking onto my elbows and the back of my hand, mainly because of my sweat. I immediately uncrossed my hands and aggressively started wiping them off me, causing a bit of it to fall on Jungkook too.

"Hey hey! Can't you brush it off in the other direction?!" Jungkook exclaimed as he dusted off the negligible sand from his white shirt. And I belatedly realised that he was drenched in sweat too and that his lucky white polo was sticking to his upper torso, giving me the complete view of his perfectly toned torso. I felt a tingly sensation in my palm, and if I had followed my inner voice, right now, I would be running my hands all over that chest. I can actually imagine how those hard pectoral muscles would feel against my hand. How right would it feel, placing hickeys and faint kisses, right till his navel, where his chiselled abs would feel just perfect-

"And moreover it's all your fault." Jungkook pressed a tad bit harder, breaking my chain of unholy thoughts, which I didn't really complain about. I felt my core clench in response, causing me to stir, but somehow I managed to keep myself composed.

I fixed my gaze at Jungkook who was now back to changing cotton swab, dipping it again in the antiseptic.

"How is it my fault? I wasn't the one pushing myself onto a rock." I scoffed and looked away, feeling the same hurt surfacing back. The way he had pushed me away, as if...my heart twisted a bit.

"Well, how would it feel if an unwanted person suddenly throws herself on you?" He threw the words at me angrily but continued padding softly on my wound.

"Am I that bad? That you would push me away as if I were a parasite?" I mumbled to him, my eyes remained strained on him.

His hands stopped their work for a split second, and his gaze met mine but he didn't hold it long. Silence was the answer.

I clenched my jaw and looked away at the long window frames which gave the full view of the beautiful fountain standing in the middle of the garden in full glory.