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Pair¬ Jungkook×(she)

Genre¬ thriller, mystery, slightly mature

Synopsis¬ he had the exact same face, but his eyes differed radically.

Words¬ 1132

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She finally sets herself down on the bed, after a tiresome day of work. She backs up against the headboard of the bed, and sighs in comfort when her tense and aching muscles finally relax. She waits for her housemate - slash - best friend - slash - crush to join her in their shared room.

Working in a Café as waiters means walking around the place all day long, bowing to, and serving the customers, the result being strained muscles, back aches and dead legs. Also, the pay of it is hardly enough to pay the rent of their tiny shared apartment, and for their studies.

Sweating due to the humid and hot weather, she raises her fingers to unbutton her white uniform shirt, when Jungkook walks into the room unexpectedly, blushing heavily, when he notices her doing so. His wide glimmering doe eyes linger on her for a moment, and she notices the gulp going down his throat.

"Sorry!" he squeaks out, and diverts his eyes from her, to hurriedly walk to his almirah, grab a change of his clothes, and walk out swiftly, the redness on his neck and ears clearly evident to her eyes.

She quietly chuckles to herself. Jungkook has been introverted and a shy mess since she can remember. But this diffident attitude and the bashful nature of his are one of the major reasons for her, falling for him.

She shakes her head, giggling lightly, while unbuttoning her shirt halfway down, and then slides the sleeves of it off of her. She grabs the hoodie from the small pile of washed clothes on the bed, before bending her legs bearer to her, to slide off her knee length socks.

She straightens again, to toss the socks to the other side of the bed, but is startled to find Jungkook, his eyes darker than a few minutes ago, leaning against the column of the door, watching her intently.

As soon as her eyes meet his, he pushes himself off the door frame, and starts sauntering towards her, his steps heavy and thumping against the old wooden floors.

He reaches the edge of the bed, yet doesn't stop, and gets on his hands and knees, to continue to crawl towards her, until he's right in front of her. He reaches out to her shoulder, pressing against it, until she's totally laid down on the bed, still staggered by the radical alteration in his behavior.

He places his knees on either sides of her hips, both his hands set firmly on the sheets near her ears. His eyes never waver from hers, staring into her soul deeply, and she suddenly feels intimidated by him. His presence is strong and dominant, like never before, and he has her daunted and subdued.

One of his hands reach her cheek, and a shiver runs down her spine at both the coldness of his hand, and the surprise. He leans in more, till his face is directly above hers, barely centimetres away.

"Babe..." his voice is octaves lower, coming out in a mere whisper. The hand on her cheek slowly crawls down her jaw, and to her neck, but when she fears it would go further lower, it stops on her collar bone, caressing it with his forefinger and thumb. She realises the fact that her upper body is dressed in only a bra and it sets another shiver down.

His breath hits her mouth, and in a blink of the eye, his mouth overlaps her's. He feels almost weightless on the mattress, yet she still feels the heaviness of him, hovering with dominance over her. His kiss is deep, yet it feels light. Reflex causes her to shut her eyes on impact, but a gasp leaves her mouth, when she feels his other palm against the skin of her thighs revealed by her tight-skirt. His palm travels the length of it up and down, causing goosebumps to appear, which has him chuckle breathily into her mouth. He has her spellbound.

His palm stops on her upper thigh, only to grip on it, while he breaks the kiss to travel lower with his mouth, down her jawline. Open-mouthed kisses are pressed against her skin, which travel down her neck and below her ear. He travels back to the column of her neck, and a breathy moan leaves her when she feels his tongue glide up against her skin.

He continues traveling down to her collar bone, to leave a lone kiss there, and lifts his head up to her face. Her eyes, which had remained shut till now, slowly open, to finds his eyes already fixed on her. His eyes are so, so dark, that it almost seems that they are set behind a shadow. Lust can clearly be spelled out of them, yet there's no other emotion she can find in his orbs.

He is blank.

He flashes an empty smirk, before diving back down, to her collar bone, and without warning, starts sucking harshly against it, licking simultaneously. Her breathing fastens, and so does his mouth. Her fingers clutch the sheets below her, emotions becoming overwhelming for her.

A loud moan leaves her, when he bites her without notice. He sucks the area aggressively and vigorously. Her back arches at the newborn feelings inside her she's never experienced before.

His mouth detaches from her skin abruptly, at a sudden thump from outside the room. He raises his head at the sound, and freezes. Without a warning, he hastily jumps off of her, and she quickly sits back up, and wraps the sheets around her, completely addled.

He walks to the windows speedily, and pushes them open. With a last glance at her, he climbs over the window sill and jumps off, leaving her wide eyed and breathless, in utter shock.

A knock is heard on the door to the room, and she snaps her head towards it.

There stands Jungkook, his uniform changed into a pair of sweatpants and shirt, and his eyes wide and docile, and filled with care.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing, totally opposite to what she'd heard a few seconds earlier.

She opened her mouth to speak, yet no words leave her, as she still isn't able to comprehend what happened just now, what is right, and what is not.

She struggles to understand whether what happened was a dream or not. She wants to believe that it was a mere object of her imagination, yet the darkening bruise on her neck proves otherwise.

If this, on the door is her best friend, then who was he?

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¬ Choi-hajin