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Chapter 16

"I'm fine, I don't know what you say, and this was planned"

It was true, the messages of the previous night had put him in a better mood, just being able to finish his painting, it was for Monday but if he didn't do it on Friday he wouldn't have time during Saturday according to his mental agenda, full of work and studying and dying. But did it really matter to fail a little if the distraction was Lisa? Not much really.

"Was it planned before or after Lisa told you 'let's forget this', Jungkook?" her imitation of Lisa would have been funny if she wasn't accusing him.

"Why do I always tell you everything?" Jungkook recriminated himself more than to her.

"You're quite talkative when you're sulking"

And Jisoo was always there to listen to him, although Jungkook swore that sometimes she didn't do it while studying, just looking up and muttering "hmmm" every ten minutes.

"I wasn't sulking"

He was.

"Call it what you want, it was dramatic," Jisoo sighed.

"Sorry for having feelings," he replied sarcastically.

"Ew, feelings," Jisoo wrinkled her face jokingly, making him smile. "Anyway, you should stop before we forget what your skin color is"

Or his skin could fall through some contaminated ink and star in live-action of that mang...

"Hello?"

Lisa?

That was Lisa's voice?

And it wasn't in his mind, Jisoo turned around while Jimin raised his head, separating the tattoo machine from his skin for obvious reasons.

"Is there someone?"

LISA WAS THERE.

WHAT?!

"Hi," Jisoo greeted her just as Lisa stood beside her at the door, eyes widening at the sight of him.

Well, Lisa had to shut her mouth before starting to look like an idiot.

This was something totally surprising and she needed some preparation before because there was no other damn way to deal with this and not start drooling like a hungry dog.

Upon entering the parlor, she had only followed the voices without expecting to find Jungkook lying in Jimin's studio chair, shirtless.

He had been hiding a hot like hell body under his loose clothes. She knew he had strong arms and thighs so thick and muscular in which she wanted to bounce like a fucking rabbit, but those abs? Six-pack were overrated, this motherfuker had a full hot eight-pack from the ribs to the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that could be seen over the waist of his black cargo pants. Then he sat down and his golden pecs showed more, a furious wolf with a skull coming out of its mouth marked the right side of his chest up to his shoulder, the kind of tattoo she had imagined on him but in real life it was a new experience, she wanted to lick each ink mark and every muscle relief on a path down to the band of his boxers and see the effect that it would cause down there...

Look at his face, idiot, his face is not in his abs, look up.

"Uh, I'm sorry," Lisa could speak and smile shyly, it was faster than she would have expected from herself. "I didn't know you were... working?"

She really wished they hadn't noticed her oh-he-is-so-fucking-hot moment and it seemed to be that way, because they greeted her kindly. But even if her act was good, her mind was still full of images of devouring him with kisses, her tongue was hungry for those tattoos and she was beginning to feel kinda hot with the idea.