I woke up with the most extreme soreness between my legs. I opened my eyes. I was smiling unlike other days but it didn't last long.
Jungkook wasn't there.
"Jungkook??"
No response. I sat up. Between those tangled sheets there was no Jungkook but the doll.
I enhaled and my heart started beating fast. This implies only one thing. Yesterday night Jungkook's demon state was summoned by the doll.
He morphed into flesh by the source of doll. Yet, nothing surprises me now. I've grown used to it, the sudden surprises.
I looked into the doll's eyes. They never fail to attract me. It was his time to bath. I smiled at it. Now that I know it was really Jungkook. The doll is Jungkook.
I pulled the sheets away only to find the doll naked. Damn, I swore I've never been so fluster ever.
I giggle to myself, oh yeah I've really lost it. I picked up the doll and took it towards the bathroom. Laying down the porcelain glass in the bathtub, I discarded my bra and panty.
I turned the water on and went in the square huge jacuzzi laying beside the doll. I rinse it off and myself. I was staring into his eyes. All the time, all I could focus was his eyes.
His eyes were a blue ocean that would make me dive into it over and over again. My heart to fall for his innocence over and over again. To die for my Jungkook over and over again.
Even though we had sex last night, that act didn't meant much to me. I wasn't blushing and kicking my legs in air squeeling about our first time just like I did when I lost my virginity with Minho.
All that means me were those eyes. Those eyes that I adore. Those eyes that captivates me. That spark in his eyes that decieves me.
I don't know what crosses our fate in future but all I know is I'd hold onto my Kook. Just the thought of his causes a wave of emotions to hit my senses.
To cry and be in his arms. To let out all my scars and pain as tears to wash his darkness away. To be his candle in the scary black sky.
To be the lightning to his thunder. To be the rainbow to his rain. To be the stem to his flower. To be the Micha of Jungkook.
I hugged the doll closer and kissed it's head. I kept it on my belly and massaged the fake wig hair with the most expensive quality of shampoo and conditioner.
I hummed along while rinsing him properly. I dressed myself and him.
We went to the dinning room and I tuck him to sleep while I played a movie on the T.V.
It was about a teenage couple going outside to explore the world while the express their love to each other. I couldn't help but admire their life. I envy them.
I yawn and realised I've wasted 3 hours of my day. It was the basic routine like everyday. Us waking up in the evening and later eating.
It was yet again time for him to sleep. I hummed the most soothing Rhapsody I've ever known.
It was the one that I've been singing ever since I was a child. I didn't remember much, maybe it was my grandmother that used to hum it for me.
It's the magic to all your worries and pains. Later, I changed his clothes and stood up from his bed.
I hover over it and smiled at him. His eyes were staring back into my soul. I started back.
My hand went to its porcelain cheek itself. I couldn't help smiling wide. Soft caresses were all that I wanted to do.
I kissed his forehead and pulled the blanket over him. "Goodnight Jungkook." Even though I was somehow expecting it to say a goodnight back to me.
Maybe I really hallucinated him yesterday. But again, if he really was a game of my mind, What's the theory behind the hickeys and my sore legs?
There is literally no explanation for every aftermath of our deeds last night. If he mortifies every night, then why isn't he in his devil state yet?
"Nevermind". I whispered and shut his door. I pulled over my duvet and decided to just sleep. Nothing can explain anything right now.
As soon as I closed my eyes, an image of Jungkook flashed before my eyes. But it was different than all. It wasn't about sex and temptation. It was about his smile.
It was about that mole under his lips. It was about his doe eyes. It was about that coconut head of his. I couldn't help but giggle at that.
There was this silence in this room that I couldn't describe. Yes, I was alone in the mansion and silence is something that definitely will be there. Yet, it's different.
I stumbled across the diary that Mrs. Jeon gave me in the evening.
There was something that caught my eye. A photo, Jungkook and his twin Jonghyun.
There was something else too. It was something that got me thinking. A boy, standing between Jungkook and Jonghyun.
There was a smile on Jungkook's face while he lean his head on that boy's shoulder but Jonghyun, he didn't seem happy at all.
The unknown boy has a spark in his eyes. A glint of innocence and decieve but Jungkook seems to like him a lot.
There was something about those eyes. It's like I've seen them before.
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That's when I felt a tug on my shirt. I turned around to find Jungkook, smiling at me, in flesh.
