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The vestige of his chilling fingertips continued to scour through her body, her despondency and arbitrary dilemmas that were masticating at her mind were now gone.
She was drowned and suffocated entirely by his gentle words and soothing touch.
He adjusted all her broken pieces back together, cementing the crevices with passion and admiration. Reaching into her soul and kissing away at her burning concerns with grace and patience.
Devora was overwhelmed with the feeling of marvel, unable to keep her mind off the conversations they had that weekend.
Specifically one.
Four words changed her life, as well as invigorated her bones and muscles, causing her to disregard all her difficult circumstances for just one night.
One night in a man's arms.
A man with the ability to make her knees tremble, to make her worries vanish off the face of the earth like they were nothing but bleak oblivion with one single smile, and a single hold of his hand.
It was like spotting the last piece to a jigsaw puzzle— the representation of the puzzle making so much more sense when that piece was clicked down properly.
Jungkook was that last piece of her puzzle that she was missing. The last piece that she never knew she lacked.
He had to be the one who belonged in her life, the one she waited all those years for.
The one who would coordinate with her unfinished outsets and fresh beginnings.
This was the part of her life where Devora felt like she was in charge of her steering wheel. Where she was driving in the front seat rather than the passenger seat.
"You look to be in a better mood." Boseong mentioned, waiting for her attention at her desk. "What happened?"
Devora removed her eyes from her screen. "Huh? What did you say, again?" Her eyebrows were raised in confusion.
Her face appeared to be brighter.
Brighter with optimism.
Devora had this sparking ring around her figure like an angel's halo hovered over her body that Monday morning.
It granted her a cheerful attitude, her voice lifted with enthusiasm and happiness.
Boseong's narrowed eyes soon widened, lips separating the more he thought about it.
"You had sex. Didn't you?" He gasped, clapping his hand together quietly.
She scrunched her nose, thoroughly confused by his guessing game. "Wait, what?"
"You know, they've said you become brighter once it happens, but I never thought it was true." He went on with his hypothesis, not allowing her to confirm.
"Bo, no. No." She shook her head, placing her hands about his to stop his claps. "I did not have sex. I'm not even married."
Boseong puffed his cheeks, holding his laughs in. "Well, this isn't exactly the eighteen hundreds. You can have sex without having to be married to that person."
Many eyes turned upon their loud conversation, both friends receiving a mixture of ruthless, and interesting looks at their strange conversation.
Devora looked down, away from all the wandering and piercing eyes that seemed to read right through her.
"Maybe try to whisper, sex isn't exactly office talk." She muttered through a clenched jaw.
He waved his hands, fixing his elbows on the desk. "Okay, okay. Give me some intel at least. It was with Jungkook, wasn't it?"
"Bo, I did not have sex with him." She clarified. "We did none of the sorts. We just had a conversation... and he may or have not made it official with me." Clamping her teeth down on her lower lip to prevent a stretching smile.
But, she gave in to her grin once she saw Boseong respond with such infectious exuberance.
"That's great news! Better than sex, I'm so happy for you!" His pearls for teeth shone like blinking stars up in the nighttime heaven.
Devora cheered along with him, a slight bounce in her body to illustrate the joy that she had been trying to keep concealed.
Both stopped their act when a colleague of theirs approached the water fountain that was on the corner of the office.
He sipped his water carefully, watchful eyes kept on the two conversing friends like a hawk watching its next meal.
Boseong cleared his throat, voice deepened with solemn pounding through his chest. "Oh, um are these the papers that I wanted to be printed?" Playing coy, trying not to laugh.
"Yes sir, I'll paper clip them for you, too." Reaching for the box of unused paper clips, watching the man walk away through her peripheral vision.
"Nosy ass." Boseong coughed his words, patting his chest.
Devora giggled. "I guess our conversation interested him."
He hummed in agreement. "Some horny ass men out there." Shaking his head with a distasteful expression. "So! How did he say it? Did he ask you, or what?"
"He didn't exactly ask. I guess you could say I'm the one who asked first? I questioned our relationship, and where we stood." She explained to him.
He raised his eyebrows, urging her to proceed.
"And he said that I'm his girlfriend, and he's my boyfriend."
The memory brought sparks erupting in her chest.
A volcanic explosion. Spewing boiling lava throughout her body, her stomach burning under the haze and blazing passion his name brought to her mind.
Her pounding heart openly flourished like a thriving pink lotus flower.
"That's sweet, he worded it in such a cute way." Boseong acknowledged, genuinely thrilled for Devora.
The office phone rang, interrupting their lengthy conversation.
"Hey, we'll talk more during lunch. I gotta take these calls." She told him, shooing him away back to his seat.
"You've reached J-hope's assistant, how may I help you?" She spoke into the phone, changing her voice a couple of octaves higher, trying to sound friendly.
"Yes, this is Mr. Jung. Jung Hoseok's father." He spoke with such intelligence. "I'd like to speak with Hoseok."
"Please hold while I transfer you." Devora set him on hold, getting off her seat.
It was odd, wouldn't Hoseok's father reach him through his personal cell?
Why was there such sobriety in the man's voice? Almost as if he was upset, having to reach Hoseok in the most complex way possible.
Whenever Hobi's sister or mother called, it was never through the office phone. They normally called directly to his cellphone.
Devora could have been overthinking the entire situation, but she just wanted to be sure.
She knocked before entering her boss's room, not letting him confirm her appearance,
His attention averted from the paperwork on his desk, up to Devora who stood by the front door.
His swift hand stopped writing. "Yes?"
Hoseok was often pestered nowadays.
His disarray of emotions were challenging to keep up with.
He was happy on some days. Then on others, he was acrimonious and didn't want to be disturbed, unless it was for meetings.
The cutting tone of voice he used made her tense up.
"Hoseok, I'm sorry to interrupt." She breathed, not wanting to waste his time. "There's a Mr. Jung on the line, he says he's your father. I just wanted to make sure it was true."
Even before she was able to finish her sentence he was already sighing.
Groaning, dropping his head into his left hand.
"B-because, usually your family calls on your personal cell." Stuttering like an apprehensive child.
His finger rubbed against his temple, hoping he could massage away the throbbing.
"Look tell him— just tell him I'm busy, and I can't accept calls right now." He didn't hassle to look at her again, getting back to work.
Her shoulders collapsed, breathing out through her nose. "Of course." Turning for the door.
"Devora." His authoritative voice stopped her. "If he tries to call again, make sure to tell me first."
"As you wish." She confirmed her understanding, shutting his door.
"I regret to inform you that Hoseok is unable to come to the phone at this time." She heard him groan. "I can take a note if you-" The line went dead, leaving her with unfinished words.
She put the phone back down.
Uncertainty coursed through her veins, neurotic for Hoseok and the worsening events that were occurring.
Every time she thought things would get better, he would show up again the next day, indignant.
Maybe he could use a break?
'Maybe. I can talk to Jungkook about it.'
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