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"you're uncomfortable aren't you?" his voice echoed, hitting every possible surface in the room and bouncing back into soojeong's ear.

they were sat a few centimetres away from each other, a small space of black leather in between.

she didn't know how to respond.

he laughed nervously.

nervously...

that wasn't like jungkook.

soojeong glued her eyes on to his, in thought.

"y-yes." she stuttered.

at an instant, he pulled her close.

she
squeaked
slightly, enough to make him let out another chuckle.

jungkook leant his face on to her warm one, sinking back into the couch. his raven hair brushed her cheek which cause her to bring her hand up and scratch it nervously.

"why don't you sit on my lap?" he asked–a different tone of voice.

soojeong's head jerked to the side in surprise and astonishment.

she mentally cursed god for allowing a painfully handsome guy do this to her soul.


before she could move again,
he had skilfully slid her between his strengthened thighs–
strengthened,
but cushioned.
he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

that was it for her.

soojeong stared at the floor, continuously gulping in a fluster.
jungkook took notice of this.

he smiled his infamous smile.

"are you okay?" he whispered in her ear;
every syllable like a punch in the face, the moistness of his fluent pronunciation and articulation.

well,
she was okay.
she was with him.

her head bobbed up and down swiftly in response.

his lay atop her shoulder, grasp tightening lovingly.



the door creaked open.

they looked over.

she looked over.

the non existent wind rustled the utensils, not quite filling the empty silence.

the food on the white plate let go of its peckish steam as every smelling thing absorbed it.

"h-hi sejin-ah."
jungkook sounded
different

and that was not a good sign.

she wasn't happy.

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