"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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One of the not-so-good things about having a FAN-OF-LUXURIOUS-SPORTS CARS boyfriend was to be on edge while they drive. Okay, this was not general knowledge, it was specifically for me. Most of the people love high speed cars, it gives a weird sense of rush that thrills them. Make them believe everything around them is perfect. But who'd tell them, it was MAO (Dopamine and monoamine oxidase).
I knew this, that was the reason why I couldn't enjoy high speeds at all. Even before my accident took place I wasn't a fan of it.
But now that I had been living so close to Jungkook and had been in his car countless times, it started to seem that I had gotten along so well. I was doing well with my phobia, not to forget just two days ago I got it shoved onto my face hard by that cunning bitch.
Suddenly, I loved being with Jungkook in his car(s). Plural because this man must have collected cars like Pokemons.
“Wake up, baby ”, Jungkook's fingers ran through my hair as his sweet voice took me out of my sleep. Yes, all along this time I was sleeping.
The low hum of the engine of his Mercedes that I wasn't yet familiar with proved to be my lullaby. It felt domestic and comfortable in a way I hadn't felt before in anyone's car or around them.
“When did I go to sleep? I didn't even realise it.” I uttered, still feeling my eyes heavy. After leaving the museum, we ordered an Italian take-out and had our lunch in the car.
Since the moment I saw him, I had been imagining all sorts of things with him. But sleeping in a car while he was riding it was never in my imagination. And upon realising how secure and comfortable his presence was for me made a warmth engulf me at that moment.
“You slept like a baby” he whispered, grazing his thumb over my cheek as he admired my face with his honey brown eyes and a perfect little smile on his lips.
The way he was looking at me—I had to admit that I loved being looked at like that, just by him. I would do anything to get that look from him, even if it takes to suppress my fears completely.
“You gonna keep staring at me, Professor?” He chuckled deeply, that rich laugh filled the little space of black leather interior of his car. He loved whenever I called him that. “It's hard to not look at you all the time.”
A shadow of something feral, something pure and beautiful like the golden sunshine of ethereal morning blossomed between us. “Thank you.”
He frowned not knowing what I was thankful for, completely oblivious of the fact that he had brought me back from a version of mine that I wasn't happy with. That he had become that hope of my life, to bring me back and cherish the life in a way I always wished to.
Somewhere I felt guilty for putting him into trouble with Charles, I let my guards down and he had to suffer for that.
“For?” He asked, stroking his fingers in my hair. “For bearing me and my stupidity” “You're not stupid, sweetheart” Jungkook's face remained impassive, but I could sense the belief he had on me.
