Magic Shop » Sakook

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Sana masticatedt her inside cheek, letting Jungkook hold her hand as they rambled at the circuit of a specific door.

aHe expended his arm to press his thumb on the scanner of the high-tech sn front lock. Few seconds later, the dark wooden door opened allowing them to enter the immense interior. "You've been here before... feel at home. It's just me." Jungkook said.

"Hmm..." She hummed, moving her eyes arbitrarily from one place to another at the intimate terrain latching enormous familiarity. With her hands dipped the extensively large pockets of the coat, she took a step forward to follow Jungkook.

Sana faced a particular direction, her eyes making a quick alarmed movement to her body, indistinctly reacting to sudden shock of seeing a silhouette of a man sitting down at the chair.

"So I assume your name is Sana."

Her flinch grasped his attention as he was too occupied doing something in the kitchen. Jungkook parted his lips... within shock too. "H... Hoseok Hyung I thought you'll leave this afternoon."

As the other lights started turning on— Hoseok stood up from the couch, fully dressed and gazed at Sana properly.

"Your name is Sana..." He repeated and pointed at her.

Sana glanced at Jungkook who's looking agitated and scratched the back of his neck before nodding her head slowly at his remark.

"The name's Hoseok, Jungkook's guardian." Hoseok's lips turned upwards along with his right eyebrow. Even with the smile, his overawing intimidating presence still hovered it.

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Thrown at the ocean of such bewilderment, Sana took small bites on her bottom lip as she's sitting across Hoseok who vividly is looking like a guidance counselor and she's about to get scold.

Tapping her feet on the ground, she impatiently waited for Jungkook whom Hoseok asked to get something in the kitchen.

"Do you want tea?" Hoseok asked, he poured her one the flowery-green aroma aroused her, filling up her nose she immediately knew what it was.

Sencha.

"S.. Sure." She nodded, the both of them quaffing the Japanese cha. Hoseok greatly observing her with his partly-closed eyes. He scooted over her, making her more perplexed than she already is.

Hoseok hummed before grabbing her cheeks ever-so gently to witness her features like a hawk. "Eyes, lashes, nose bridge to the tip, jawline, eyebrows, lips, facial width, cheeks, skin tone— No botox, no wrinkles, no puffiness, no trout pout, no silicones... Hmm, all natural... visually appealing."

"You're not Korean, right?" Hoseok scrunched his eyebrows.

"J.. Japanese." She muttered.

"Oh, that's why." He shrugged and took a long sip of his drink then moved away from her. "So..." Hoseok hummed at the delicate sweetness of the tea.

"Spill the tea." He said.

"Hm- what?" Sana broadened her eyes.

"It is very absurd for him to bring a girl whom and that has never happened before. Spill the tea, darling... between you and the punk I took care of. Every time I ask him he gets tongue-tied."