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*

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆏𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Slamming the door behind him, Lex held  his inked wrist and guided him towards the couch. The tension and intoxication too thick for him to think clearly. His footsteps were heavy as he scrambled and followed her lead.

Jungkook gasped when she abruptly pushed him on the sofa, causing the cushions to fall on the fur carpet.

Accompanied with the subtle mewls and hums, she bestrode his delectable thighs, her mouth watering at the submissive and pliant male in front of her.

"Mmh JK you got the softest lips I must say" Lex breathed onto his face, scenting and nibbling his skin, leaving red pennants of her conquest on his pretty neck.

As a bodily response, the dopamine from her ministrations had started to pump up in his brain, rendering him dopey and drowning in bliss.

He was experiencing pleasure.

Not happiness.

Jungkook smiled languidly. But the smile didn't far reach his eyes as it usually did. He was still fighting the maelstrom of emotions that consumed him.

His hands slipped under her dress to capture her rump as she straddled him. She grinded on his clothed crotch hoping the friction will rise his carnal desire for her.

Jungkook sighed, playing with his lip ring as Lex ran her manicured nails to unbutton his jeans and set her hands on the man's most coveted package.

"JK you want this so bad, baby," she inveigled, hotly whispering in his ear in an attempt to manipulate him. Her canines dug his plush earlobe, earning muffled grunts from him.

His eyes shut in the unconditional pleasure which she delivered to his body. His body was now speaking a language totally antithetical to his mind, which was still anchored on you. Which imagined you committing these sinful acts through her pretty hands on him.

His flower deflowering him.

His emotional paradox was unbeknownst to the seductress who continued with her concupiscent ministrations on him. Thinking, she is the one holding the reins to his senses.

When in reality the man was hallucinating to your giddy face that was doing these things to him. Pleasing him like a cat that had licked the cream.

But alas it was someone else.

Someone else who was not you.

Nobody could compare to you.

His wool-gathering was interrupted when he felt a hot breath against his lips. The latter now, fully at the mercy of the woman in front of him.

A woman which was not you.

"Lex! I feel we should not do this." his eyes turned to saucers as he gently held the woman by her shoulders.

He pushed her off him and quickly buttoned his jeans after fixing them up.

"I am sorry. But I can't do this, Lex. I am drunk. I don't want to do this or lead you on. I guess you should leave." he averted his face and stared at the floor, now fully sober of his egregious hangover.

"You like someone, don't you JK? I knew it," she sighed.

"You kept on babbling her name while drinking. It's okay," Lex pitied softly, grabbing her clutch and heels, she made a hasty retreat from his place.

And now he was seething with blind rage at himself. It was numbing him. He gripped his hair and cursed heavily. Even the palpable cold sweats couldn't douse the flagrant compunction that strangled him.

"Agh!" He smashed the flower vase on the coffee table. The innocent marigolds were strewn on the floor amongst the crystals of glass.

Marigolds- Heartbreak, Pain and sorrow.

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After a long day at Spring day, welcoming Jaehan and gorging on Jungkook's delicacy that he brought for you. You were now full.

Full of doubt and dilemma that was bubbling inside you. Just like the hot piping green tea that rested on your nightstand. The cup adorned with apricot blossoms.

Apricot blossoms- timid love, doubt, distrust.

You liked Jungkook, that was for sure. But the question was could he be trusted? Did his actions hold the same benevolence as they showed? Was he not just another man trying to play cat's cradle with the strings of your gullible heart?

The anxious hamsters ran on the belt of your thoughts, sweating your brain.

They say - Seeing is believing

Wow.

God robbed you of the chance at that even. Didn't he huh?

But no, you were not naïve. You could see more than what meets the eye. That's how you've survived all these years. While that may have led you to despair and disappointment sometimes. The eyes of your gut, your intuition weren't blind.

"Does he like me Cooky?" you inquired the innocent plushie held close to your bosoms. You now laid in fetal position on your bed.

The meek, mute creation was gifted by your father on your 12th birthday, the last souvenir of his affection to you.

You have had a clear imagery of how Cooky looked like when your vision was still intact. He was your bestfriend. The loyal, fleecy fur ball slept beside you everyday. With no judgement or prying eyes for that matter.

"You know I feel Jungkook looks like you Cooky," you giggled fondling the bunny's matted ears.

You did wonder how Jungkook looked like. Was he as attractive as his actions? A chivalrous gentleman?

 Well whatever he looked like didn't matter to you. His presence comforted you more than any visuals ever could.

You appreciated beauty for how it made you feel and not what it looked like anyways.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."

(John Keats)

Talk about your Literature major governing how you lived your life as well. Viewed life. Through your eyeless perspective.

You will admit. Losing your vision had been an eye opening experience to how you viewed the canvas of life. It was replete of colors and the best part was- you don't even have to see it to believe it.

"My Kookie." You blushed as you nuzzled the plushie inhaling its soporific scent. The one which had lulled you to sleep all these years. Even the most redolent flower needed its somnolent dose after all.

Kookie. 

For your Jungkookie.

'What's in a name ? That which we call a rose by any other name will smell as sweet.'

(William Shakespeare)

And he was your red rose.

Red roses- Romance, passion, respect.

Roses however did come with their thorns too.

"I know he is a good person Cooky. Something in me makes me trust him. But what if he really likes me? He'd hate me once he gets to know about me." the bitter realization turned the pink clouds of love over your head into heavy, grey, sorrow laden deluge.

"I am sorry Kookie," you sighed as a crystal of your poignant fate escaped from your cerulean pools.

You have to do this. You have to tell him the truth. That's the least you could give to him. The least as a token of your burgeoning love for him- the truth.

You turned the bedpost lights off. Back facing your daffodils wallpaper which had been maculated by your nightly rants over the years.

Daffodils- Honesty and truth

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