𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 || J.JK

28

Obnoxious wrath blazed Hazel from inside as a vindictive glint debuted in the callous swirls of hissing silver, aided by the scorching grey, screaming incoherently in the strident language of curt fury. Her roaring face teetered between tears and piqued spleen.

Who did he think he was!?

Devouring the futile anguish, Hazel tore her fiery glaze from the eyes of immortal condescend, and gaped at the car window, muttering furiously under her breath. The window was annexed by the frigid coating of wintry frost.

Swallowing the translucent of the window, the murky hue of the densing fog, wrapped up by the water droplets, that perked up on the window devoured by the opaque frost announced that winter dwelt in this jittering place. 

The white resided in this area, where snow- licked mountains laid in a great line like the spine of this white land, guarded by the freezing fog, conjuring its blistery spells all around the pale vanquished terrain. 

And protected by the gnarled trees, naked to the cold touch of bitter snow as they had weeped their last lush tears for the land, which was now ruled by the profane tinge on searing white.

How cold it was here, but in Seoul...this kind of bitterness only hatched in winters, which was still away from arriving as it was autumn.

Hazel was peeping outside the window when her taut body went slack as she had been travelling since 5 relentless hours. 

The lazed lass slumped back on the seat; allowing herself to soak in the peaceful embrace of tranquil calmness as she felt her focus diminish; her brain left on the 5 percent of its battery. 

Hazel needed rest, and all she could recall before drifting to sleep was the foggy vision blurring like a painting caught in the rain.

~

Hazel met consciousness when she felt someone slightly shaking her. As soon as those drowsy sliver eyes unlocked before the light, they found murky brown orbs hammering into the soft hue of the silver. 

Jungkook was very close to Hazel as both of their nose touched each other. Processing the lewd scene, Hazel promptly bowled backwards, but that didn't stop the lurking one from towering the slender figure.

Before Jungkook could devour her with the obstreperous glint welding perilously in the scorn eyes of elite condescend, Hazel immediately slipped away from the car and ran outside.

"Get fresh," with his tone bitter than ice, Jungkook cast a disingenuous look at the inferior before whipping away after showing her the way to restroom.

As Jungkook neared Jong suk, who was standing in front of a hotel, waiting for the order he placed, Hazel that time scoured for any board sign to find where they were currently, but she had always been hapless.

"Jungkook, It would be snowing in Tai-Jung, and in this case....it'd be hard to reach the safe house," Jong suk exhaled as he rubbed his hands together due to the freezing chillness.

"I'll only take Hazel to the safe house as it has the best security management among all my safe houses," Jungkook had made his decision, and now there was no turning back.

"I expected that, but right now...I'm hungry!" Jong suk groaned, earning a respond from his friend.

"Yea, Hazel must be hungry as well," upon Jungkook's care, Jong suk smiled meekly.

How much this man loved his wife....

"Then you wait, I'll go and the our order." Jong suk beamed again before leaving.