Senseless [JK x Reader] ✔️

Chapter 12

The tension in this room is rising with every passing second. Everything is dark as usual. Nothing new for me but this time it's different. This time I'm feeling suffocated by not seeing anything and haven't felt this since I lost my vision. 

Our proximity, his hot caramel breath, and his toned body in contact with mine create new sensations I can't describe. I put my hands on his torso, grappling his shirt. A habit I've become very fond of every time he's near me. "I see you like touching me there and gripping my shirt huh?" He says. Am I supposed to answer? I'm not sure.

"If you like it so much maybe I should take it off and give it to you." He mumbles. "Mr. Jeon I-" And the next moment his index finger is touching my lips making me unable to utter another word.  "You aren't ready for me Miele. I promise you that." He comes even closer to the point I can feel his breath hitting my ear. Once he utters the word 'promise' his lips come to contact with my ear, resulting in every hair on my body lifting and a small whimper escaping me. "Tsk...Come on Miele, we have work to do." He says and gets away from me, releasing me from his trap I was captivated for many torturous minutes.

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Fuck...What am I even doing? But fuck she is beautiful...and those eyes. I hate her for that fact and I hate myself even more for thinking and acting like that. I start looking at the files while she starts getting the supplies to start making the first sculpture. I'm looking through the computer but she of course has to bump into me while going to the other side of the room. "Watch where you are fucking going!" I hiss.

"I'm s-sorry sir!" she shutters. "Maybe you should open your damn eyes!" I snap and look at her. I realize how much venom my words have. It's like I can almost feel the pain they cause. But I don't and I don't give a flying fuck either.  I turn around again to continue my work. 

Shit...why is she so beautiful but has such an annoyed character and is so careless? I want to get her as far away from me but at the same time have her under me and wreck her whole world.

She might be blind and need to touch to know what something looks like but she can't play with me. She can't torture me like that. Since the first time I saw her rubbing that stupid sculpture, I can't take her off of my head. The way she was rubbing, touching, and tracing parts of it still haunts my mind. No one would do it because it's inappropriate but for her is the only way to see and that drives me nuts. Jin was right about a logical explanation but that doesn't forgive her actions. I never thought It was possible to have such an aversion towards someone, but for me is her.

God, I hate her!

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"Yes Jonnie, I just arrived home...Yeah I know it's late but a new project came up and I only have one month to finish it. Unfortunately, every day will be like that until the sculptures are ready." I talk with Namjoon on the phone while entering my apartment and getting everything in its place to get ready for a long hot shower which is very much needed. "Alright then, I'll let you rest and we can talk tomorrow about going out or something," Namjoon says through the line and we say our goodbye before I end the call. 

"Once everything is placed correctly I go to the bathroom and undress to take my shower. I put some music on my phone like I always do every time I shower, sleep, walk or work. Usually, music has the power to take my mind off of things but this time there was something that had a bigger impact and influence on me than music. Or more like someone. 

Even though man hours have passed since I last saw him, I can still feel his hot breath on my skin, his presence intimidating as always and his toned body in contact with mine. 

Since I first came across him and his dark aura I tried to gather my thoughts and find as many reasonable reasons why I can't read him or at least picture him and find a suitable color to characterize him but so far no luck. I'm internally dying to touch him, his body, and his face, and have at least a slight idea of his appearance and how he looks like. I know Namjoon did his best to help me imagine him but just hearing features isn't the most helpful thing.

After what seemed half an hour later and when I started feeling the water getting cold I decided to leave the bathroom do my night routine and get ready for bed. I usually fall asleep almost instantly the moment my head hits the soft pillow but tonight was one of those nights I couldn't just shut down. 

When this happens I usually put on an audible book and listen to it until I fall asleep. Since I have many irritating thoughts in my head this is the best way to relax and think about another world—a world easier, magical, and without darkness, full of colors and...my vision.

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The next morning I woke up almost instantly and got ready for another tiring and stressful day. I know the task Mr. Jeon assigned me is impossible to do in such a short time but that's another reason why I have the desire to prove him wrong that I can complete it. Without wasting much time getting ready, I called Namjoon and left the apartment after eating my honey cereals.

Arriving at the office, I'm welcomed by Jin who leads me to my office before he goes to his. We exchange news and say our goodbyes so we can both start our demanding schedules. 

I enter my so-used by now office and the moment I step in, I feel a wave of coldness through my body creating goosebumps all over it and making me let a whimper unwittingly. I remember closing the window before leaving yesterday but maybe I forgot or the cleaner might have opened it when they were doing their jobs. Either way, it needs to be closed because the weather is chilly this early in the morning.

I'm touching the window slowly to find the knob and once I find It I give my whole strength to close it. Once this is done, I exhale deeply and try to find my way to my seat. 

Before I can realize what's happening, my bag hits the cold now closed window and my hands are held tightly upwards, some centimeters away from my head. My cuts are short and I gasp me the sudden touch and action. I can feel my honey orbs dilate and cold sweat forming on my forehead. My breaths are becoming unstable every passing second and as much as I want to shout, scream or just utter a single word, I find it impossible.