Gmailing You

15. Theif Of Hearts

His hair was not assembled and ghosting his eyes, the freshly washed shampooed hair giving out a soft fragrance. He was killing you. "Right on time, I see." His doe eyes overpower yours as you feel your cheeks heated. You push him away.

He laughs and releases your fist standing straight, pushing hair bangs behind and running his fingers through, looking at his cold surroundings and sensing the cold breeze hit him.

He changed his clothes from morning and right now he was wearing a white thin layered linen shirt, a few of his top buttons undone, showing the little mole he has above his collarbone. His sleeves unfolded and unbuttoned reaching till his fingers. He let his shirt half tucked inside his black pants. Looking straight out of a romance movie.

He stretches his arms and you stand there seeing him groan and let out a relaxed breath. "Oh wait," He quickly meets your eyes, "Did I say you that Mom and Dad are at home?" Inserting his cold hands under his pocket he wiggles his brows.

"Okay...?" You murmur and he shakes his head, "I said you went to the nearby library." Pulling out one of his hands from the pocket he pokes your cheeks, "You surely don't want them to know that you went on a date with one of my friends on literally your second day here right?" He watches how your cheeks get squeezed inside as he does that. Liking how soft your skin was.

You blink simultaneously, "It wasn't a date." You clear and Jungkook raises his brows lowering his finger. "UH-HUH." He grabs one of your warm hands, "Either way, you did go out with him without me, right?" You stare at him not able to defend yourself.

"W-what should we do then?" You look away embarrassed. Jungkook starts to walk further dragging you along with your fist in his chilly hands, "Let's walk around for a bit. I'll tell them I went to pick you."

You agree walking behind him and slowly catching up to him. His hands were too cold, his ears almost turning pink and his lips becoming too red from the sudden chilly environment.

And he was wearing such thin material clothing in this weather. Sighing you search inside your bag to find your scarf thinking that would help him a bit and to your luck you also saw a bench under a tree on your way to sit.

"There" You point the bench to Jungkook, "Let's sit there." You clutch your arms tightly around his forearms warming him as he tilts his head towards you sensing warmth from your hands. "O-okay."

Taking him there, you instantly dust away the fallen leaves and petals from the bench and take your seat digging your bag as Jungkook rubs his cold hands settling down beside you, "The weather is too cold isn't—" He stops midway when he looks at you wrapping your scarf around his neck.

"And yet you still thought to come out as if it's hot summer," You smack your lips together from the cold air, now meeting his eyes. "Take care of yourself, dumbass" You fix your scarf around his neck properly trying to fold it warm.

Whereas Jungkook had his eyes fixed on you, your cheeks tinted pink as your nose had turned red because of the cold breeze, your small fingers holding to the scarf and tying it up for him as a breeze passes by, shuddering the leaves of the trees and letting the flower petals fall on both of you.

Wish he had a camera right now. Because why was this moment something he wanted to cherish for so long? You kept blabbing about how he was wearing thin and small clothes in this weather, how he should take care of himself and blah blah blah.