His silence carries his secrets.
His clothes carry the scent of his victims.
His phone carries the schedules of his demons.
His mouth will forever be shut and he shall remain a vessel. He can deal with it. He is strong enough to deal with himself...
Can we normalize climbing up your crush's window at 3 am to see them for no apparent reason? It's not a big deal.
Definitely not desperate either. So don't come at me.
She tightened her grip on the branch, hoisting herself up to hold the rails of the open window. She parted the milky white curtains and a shiny metal glint exterminated her victory smile.
"Peace." She huffed, watching him lower his gun and a hint of warmth wash over his eyes. Catching her breath, she set foot inside the room, softly landing on the black shag carpet."I am ready to carry your baby."
Clutching to his sides, Jungkook retraced his steps to his bed, taking in a deep relaxing breath as he bundled himself with his black, fluffy blanket before sidling to the side.
An invite.
In her full baby pink set pajamas, patterned with strawberry coned ice-cream prints, she lay beside him, pulling the thick blanket over her shoulder as she watched his sculpted back move gently in rhythm to his breathing.
Urgh! Just crash me into your arms you toxically sexy devil.
"What do you want?" The exhaustion in his voice made the question ten times sexier.
"For you to moan in my ear all night long. I'll pay you if you want."
"I have a gun under my pillow."
A smile. "Can you like, sit on top of me and look deep into my eyes as you choke me, don't forget to grind, slow but hard, then pull the trigger when I pass out?"
His back muscles tensed for a moment before he turned to face her.
Gorgeous.
He lifted a brow, never daring to move away.
She clenched herself then relaxed, moving a centimetre close to smile into his dead dark eyes.
"One kiss." She whispered, her lips ready for him but cold metal kissed her. The gun. She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I got arrested."
She couldn't tell if he was annoyed, excited, impressed or seduced, but the poke of his tongue against his inner cheek made her bounce to the certainty that he was pissed.
So sexy.
"It's not a big deal." Finally, she gained the courage to stretch out her hand to his face which he slapped it away.
Ouch.
"You admitting that means otherwise."
"I got bailed out though."
"Under what condition?"
"I hand in file k24." She sucked in a breath watching him sit up and stare at her. No. Not in a -I-want-to-bang-you-till-next-year, way but rather -I-am-going-to-murder-you.
It's not a really really reeeaaally important file but it's important. No one can loose a life over the embezzlement of a slush fund.
Okay, okay, they can but this one was not as threatening.
She made sure it wasn't and if anyone was to lose their life, it was her.
She had it covered.
"I swear it is the last time I am doing something like this." She quickly spoke up, sitting up to level their gaze. "I need some help. Just a tiny bit."
"No."
"But-"
"Forget it."
"What about our baby?" She pouted, rubbing her belly before releasing a hopeless sigh. "what will we do honey?"
He was done with this. No she wasn't pregnant and if she was, it wasn't his child. Pulling the blankets over his head, he closed his eyes, giving his back to her as he wriggled slightly further. Her warm fingertips against the skin of his arm kept him awake.
"I promise this will be the last time."-she whispered- "Please Kookie, help."
He took a moment. Sure he will regret this later but it was alright. They were best friends and besties do everything and anything for each other. "This will be the last time. It's not free."
"My lips are ready."
"Two-fifty dollars."
"Dollars?" Slowly her eyes widened as she sat up. "That's like ...I don't even get paid that much."
He kept silent, his breathing slowing to a shallow rhythm.
"Babe? Kookie." She brought her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them with a smile. "Goodnight." She whispered. If only she could stay.
She pulled out her phone, leaning her back on the black head rest, the light from her screen softly eliminating her face.
Soft keyboard tapping mingled with Jungkook's gentle breathing. A light "plink" -a notification of a new message- made him stir one and half a minute later.
Tap tap plink!
Lattae: That fast? ಠಿ_ಠ. Impossible. Who helped?
Mae: Boyfriend.
For five minutes, her phone was silent.
Mae: You dead?
Plink!
Lattae: Oh. I see. You still have to swing by tho. Remember Being coffee and please do not come with your PJ's.
*Bring
She softly snickered. He stirred.
Mae: See you in a few.
He felt her heat pull away from him, her presence shifting further to the window. A pinched squeak on the wooden floor confirmed for him that she was climbing out of the window and a soft shuffle verified that she was going down before it was all quiet and she was gone.
His chest rose in a deep inhale and he permitted himself to snug into the seductive call of slumber.
Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and...and...idk how to socialize. But since your eyes are here..
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