𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆏𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"Y/N?" he called, taking his gloves off, as indicated by the snapping sound of rubber.

Apparently he had just completed his first appointment of the day and was on for a retreat.

Well his treat and retreat both stood in front of him, enrapturing his five senses, as he absorbed your beautiful form.

You held a tray with a piping cup and what appeared as a pack of hand baked cookies. Their undulating texture highlighted your pummeling touches of love in them. As if they were baked in your warmth and were now redolent of your enchanting and even more delectable love. Not to mention the scalding beverage, which oozed your palpable love for him in form of brewing steam.

See?

This what you did to him.

Whenever you were in front of him, time ran slow, his faculties dwindled and he became a play dough at the clemency of your beauty- which you exuded from skin deep.

The redolence of your love, your soul drew him in like a bee to sapid nectar.

"Hi Jungkook. I hope I'm not disturbing you. Um, I made some cookies-" you nodded towards the tray you swaddled.

Just made some cookies?

Nah.

You made those cookies for him. Only him. Cookies for your Kookie.

"-and I thought I should bring you some in, especially since you never came in for that tea." you made a subtle moue, blinking more than necessary to compose your petulance.

Adorable.

Lovely.

Cute.

Huggable.

Kissable.

You looked all those to him right now. You were missing him? Damn. His love laden heart would combust from all the affection that he was ensnaring in his robust chest for you.

He was enduring his love for you. Cause you belonged to someone else. Which couldn't be him. Still he liked to bask in your redolence, even if it meant from far away.

Hence he chose to admire you from outside.

Outside the glass cage you were treasured away from him.

Like a glimmering diamond.

Too precious for him to have.

Too fragile for him to handle.

But toughest in your own glory.

"Aw come on Y/N have a seat. I've been a bit busy these days." he took the tray from your hands and placed it on to the coffee table. You two were now sitting on the couch next to each other.

'I've been busy thinking about you.'

But he couldn't say.

"Hmm busy enough to just greet my Mom and not me. Okay." you puckered your lips even more, followed by your adorable giggles.

He was turning weak. His blood was gushing. His fluttering palpitations were kicking in. At this rate, he would lose all the reins of the invisible control he was practicing.

So he tried to ricochet it by-

"Wow the tea is so flavourful. Cardamom tea is my favourite now!" he slurped, his eyebrows furrowed as a faint milk moustache graced his masculine, thin upper lips.

But alas the romantic moment that was seen in dramas couldn't be emulated right now for obvious reasons.

"You like it?" You beamed, interlocking your hands on your knees in anticipation of his compliment.

"I can make it everyday for you, bub." you smiled, your eyes meditating on your legs. The latter faintly kicking thin air in playful ebullience.

Silence.

Faint wafts of cool air from air conditioner.

Your heard nothing.

Was he gone? But you could still feel his vanilla musk calming your nerves? He was still here. His snuffling breaths were still escaping the heart shaped nostrils like notes of music. His secure aura was still snuggling you up.

Then what was it?

"Bub huh?" He smirked, his bunny teeth showing and his eyes blooming with mischief as he heard you cough.

"Oh? I said that? I meant cup! Cup of tea everyday!" you emphasized, transforming into a bashful strawberry. Your succulent cheeks radiating that healthy flush.

He would sell his soul to kiss them right now. But that dream may only be a dream he could have. It wasn't a dream he could chase.

"You spoil me rotten, you know that?" His words came out incoherent as he chomped on your baked richness and washed down the same with even more refreshing tea.

He consumed it like your philter, a love potion made by you. To hypnotize him to love you even more, if that was even possible.

"Dayum these cookies. I can eat these all day."

You could hear munching sounds much like a rabbit chomping carrot. Your heart was hopping like an exuberant bunny. It may even come out of your chest and pounce on him to land plethora of kisses to his handsome face.

But somethings still need to be said. Need to be shared. Need to be revealed. Need to faced.

Need to be seen.

"I am so glad you liked them Kookie- I mean Jungkookie-I'm sorry ugh Jungkook!" you were a stuttering mess. Your words were overlapping each other.

Like a teenage girl in front of her crush.

Clumsy, stuttering and feral.

"You can call me Kookie, you know? I won't mind it at all. I'll love it. My petal," he teased, shamelessly. His intention was oozing from his words and the way he spoke them.

My petal?

Petal.

If you were a flower you would instantly wither and lose all your petals. His words zapped your nectar out, like a loyal bee gorging on its beloved flower. All this, in a pleasurable way.

Gosh, how much you wanted to be that precious flower to him.

To your loyal bee.

Handsome bee.

Koo-bee.

His charm melted you like an ice-lolly on a hot day. Your arms flailed and your mouth slacked, his words were enough to give you a euphoric high. And this was when he hadn't even traced your form with his touch yet.

Guess your other four senses indeed heightened with the loss of one. Making you more sensitive to him and only him.

"Petal close your mouth. We don't want any flies to grace that flower do we?" He delicately shut your ajar mouth by his tatted fingers on your dainty chin.

As if, this wasn't enough he threw the ace on the table. He tucked your hair behind your ear and hotly whispered-

"You have to call me Kookie from now on. Arasseo? (Got it?)" his sultry, minty breath fanned your neck as he chuckled at your lost self.

You were drowning in his scent. His redolence. You forgot to breathe oxygen. Your body demanded him before oxygen. His redolence was your oxygen.

Giving you time to recuperate from his salacious feat, he excused himself instantly, to make a phone call for his next appointment.

《 In the washroom 》

"Jeon. Get a grip!" He slapped himself with cold water, reproaching over his actions just a minute ago.

"I know you love her. But she has a boyfriend! Don't disrespect her like that. She doesn't deserve that," he scolded the man in the mirror.

He may go crazy at this point. His actions were conflicting his mind. He wasn't a good actor at all. He chose to wear his love laden heart on his tatted sleeve at all times.

He was still hurting. But he didn't want to hurt you. Neglect you. Treat you in a way that was any lesser than you deserved.

He had done a good job at steering clear from you these days. But right now he was crashing (and crushing) right into you, miserably, ignoring all the red lights.

His eyes landed on the hickey peeking out from his shirt collar, not visible from far but staring like a red flag in his face.

The red perfidious flower defiling his neck. Remnant of a touch which wasn't yours.

He hoped you didn't see that. Being totally incredulous to your gullible, chaste soul.

Not knowing that, you couldn't even behold his sinful acts even if they painted red right into your angelic face.

Meanwhile...

"I have to tell him. Y/N tell him," you coached yourself. The most he would say is that he hates you?

Call you less equipped.

Unworthy.

Blind woman.

Which you were, as a matter of fact.

Blind in love.

Love for him.

Redolent of love for him.

Speaking of redolence, your sentient nostrils were greeted by the familiar scent of your fleur babies.

Now that Jungkook and his soporific scent were gone, you could easily breathe their perfume. Their incense of identity instantly struck you.

Tiger lilies- confidence, pride.

Popularly termed as 'please love me' flowers

"Mmh Jungkook. I- mean Koo-kie you have Tiger lilies around here?" you spoke a bit uncertainly, as the man in question returned to the room, his Prada stompers announcing his arrival.

"Oh you noticed. Yeah they are my birth flower."

Tiger lilies- Please love me, confidence, pride.

He informed, while presumably motioning to a vase that swaddled the flowers intact. A sight that you may have missed on your ingress to the shop.

Well not that you could behold them anyways.

"Wow that's wonderful." you held your sentiments intact despite being cognizant of the symbolic meaning of the said flowers.

God, you could shower him with all the love you had. But before you deserved that right. You had to set things right. Reveal that truth which was hollowing you with remorse towards him.

"Um Kookie I wanted to tell you something," you mumbled but it was still audible to his sensitive bunny ears.

You're done Jeon.

She caught you.

Red handed.

This was the moment you demarcated lines don't you? Set boundaries and tell him that you have a boyfriend. Who kept you happy? You'll tell him to back off. Disgrace him of the honour of basking in your redolence.

It's officially game over.

But he can't give up just yet. He has to be selfish. At least for this bit.

Tinkling bell.

Suddenly, a new customer arrived. Apparently female, as you could inhale by the feminine perfume and the delicate footsteps.

"Oh Steffie. I forgot we had an appointment. Damn I lost track of time." he stood up, embracing his frequenting customer.

He lost track of time with you. After all, all his time was yours.

"Um Y/N I'm so sorry. I have an appointment right now. Maybe we can catch up later mmh?" he apologized as he made his way to the tattooing chair, getting ready for his job.

"Oh it's alright Koo- Jungkook." you gave him a measured smile and made your egress from the shop.

A lone crystal escaped your cerulean ocean as you walked outside.

You couldn't do it.

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