BEAUTY & ESSEX ◆ JJK ✓

03 | MR JEON JUNGKOOK

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"how much of a favour are you willing to give me in return?" shocked at his sinful words, you push the man away, realizing that he was referring to sexual activity.

"with all do respect, keep your eyes to yourself." you remarked.

and with that said, that made you to changed your perspective on him. perhaps he is a pervert like the rest of the guys you've had an encounter with. for a second, you actually had hope in him. you thought that he was different, and an actual gentleman.

"forget it. how dare you even speak to me with such explicit behaviour." you glared.

"precisely, just the reaction i expected from a girl like you." he said, adjusting his suit. "you weren't thinking such absurd thoughts, were you?"

a tease.

this man likes to mess around with people as well.

"of course i did, watching your filthy actions." you proceeded, tightening you hold on your purse. "you're an uptight type of person, i assume. after all, i did observe your behaviour and physique." he said.

"don't spare my time, answer my question so i can return the favour, and go."

expecting him to respond maturely, he instead rolls his eyes. "save it, and follow me." he replies sternly, secondly walking to the back of the bar, which lead to an exit. the exit lead the both of you outside, into a parking lot.

you were utterly confused.

the lot had dozens of cars parked around, of course, but rarely anybody outside. it was just the two of you outside.

"may i at least get a name?" you question.

the man sighs and ignored your question, not even bothering to turn around and face you. but you continued walking towards his car, which wasn't too far away.

nothing but silence.

you could tell, he was the cold type of guy. the both of you parted ways onto each side of his black mercedes benz. you were surprised, seeing luxury.

"i see you have some money," you compliment.

"get in, if you'd please."

you scoffed as he rudely ignored your compliment. so much for calling you uptight, when he is uptight himself. 'what a hypocrite.' you thought.

the man opened the drivers seat door, and entered his car, not bothering to open the door for you, like any gentleman must. you scoff at his rude manner but got inside, onto the passenger seat afterwards.

you had to admit, the interior design of the benz was elegant and screamed rich.

the seats were an expensive leather, matte black. the steering wheel had the mercedes logo designed in the middle of the wheel, as a rosary hung over the rearview mirror.

the car was clean, and had a new leather aura that roamed around the car. as you stopped admiring his vehicle, you felt the need to question him.

"is this a new one?"

"i have plenty of other options."

the man casually responds in an instant, as he digs in his back pocket, searching for his set of keys. he sounded relaxed — perhaps too relaxed, which made him seem annoyed, caused by your various amount of questions asked.

turning to him, you raised your brow, "excuse me if i may ask, but where are you to taking me?"

you hear him scoff, "if i may ask," he mocks, "why don't you consider using that head of yours?" the man ridiculed. you were taken aback by his sudden attitude again.