❝I think it's beautiful how the moon glows using the sun's light

And the sun never asks for anything in return❞

C H A P T E R
VII

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AS I APPROACHED, I sensed his eyes upon my figure. It demanded my every ounce of willpower not to meet them, but I managed.

It made me feel uneasy. Hyperware of myself I shifted and turned my body, a certain warmth dampened between my legs, making me to squeeze my legs.

Finally, I met his eyes, and they were smouldering. The very sight of him made a lump to gather in my throat. I hadn't noticed it before but this man was a walking power of male sex, pushing every woman that ever laid eyes upon him to an edge.

“It’s been a week, I was worried you might have cut open your throat or someone else's,” he says and, I cringe at the idea of it.

“Hello, to you too,” I mumured as he stared at me with nothing but amusement, and from the very bottom of heart, I liked it. His hooded stare, I liked the lingering feeling of them upon myself.

Responding to impulse, my eyes travelled to his direction as we walked side by side. My eyes padded at the red and silver beer cans in his hands.

He already had it all planned.

“It’s been almost a week, Aria where were you? I was almost surprised when you did showed up today.”

He says as we sat on the rough and hard ground, to the edge of a cliff, seeing the black sky clear before us.

The stars shimmed like diamonds on the black canvas like sky, spreading their light all around while the half curved moon, hooded into the dark with clouds, and the stars all around it.

Something about the night made it, seem beautiful. Magical

“That’s none of your concern.”

I had spoke after a very long time, taking my fair share of exploring this blissful night. His lips twisted in amusement as he stared back at me, making my heart run to a beat.

“You’re right it has nothing to do with me.” 

He said, before he sent a look of wonder. Could this man be less beautiful than he already was?

I mean how with such persona and cockiness I found him still attractive?

Jesus what's wrong with me?

And to my very own wonders, when I murdered my thoughts, I found his chocolate brown eyes staring at me.

“Trust me with that,” I had spoken before looking away and tasting the beer off my tongue, the coldness of it numbed my sore throat, killing my thirst of all day.

With slightly tin lips parted, he turned his whole body towards me. I stiffed my figure and straighten my back, squaring up my shoulders as I took a large sip.

“So playing Mr. Grey with—Yoongi?”

He asks making the inside of my throat to twist and turn, as I choked out gapping for air, I turned to stare back at him with widened eyes.

“How did you know—wait don't tell me he—”

I panicked as the guy smirked enjoying my reaction, taking it for his own fascination.

“Oh, no, no he didn't I saw you too together, this morning.”

He spoke as I couldn't help but sigh in relief the last thing I wanted was the school to know whom I slept with. Certainly not Yoongi, him and I we were quite the opposite.

And certainly not matchable.

Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly I shifted between my legs and watched him drinking his drink lavishly, his Adam's apple moving up and down his throat, his red hair that danced when comes the breeze. He heavenly beautiful.

“It is rude to spy,” I whispered the very last after he had turn his attention back at me, his eyes guled to bless my own as, he chewed his bottom lip and I so wished he would stop doing that.

“Well, it is rude to be me—sometimes you would say.”

He murmured sickening the air around me, my lips quirk up into a half smile as I glanced at our close hands that were kept down, if I move an inch they would collide.

“But still you shouldn't be concerned about who I sleep with,” I had said after a heavy intake of breath.

His eyebrow arched at my response, and he sent me a lopsided smile.

“Cross my heart hope to die,” He says, voice undeniably malice, with a hand over his heart.

“I’m hoping,” I spoke as I see him grinning underneath that cocky smirk of his, at times like this I would wonder what it’s like to be with him? Was it like I'm feeling right comforted but also needy?

Get a grip of yourself, Aria.

Just after reminding myself that I had turned my attention back at him, to find him staring at our hands that kept so close yet so far. Redness crept through my cheeks, and I was glad he didn't see them.

His hands they were large and had a few veins present at the back of. Odd as it were I found them awfully beautiful, sexy that appears to be my weaknesses.

Mustering up the strength, I spoke again,“You think a lot, Jeon.”

His brows furrowed while his arresting eyed studied my face, up and down. A crooked smile crept across his lips when his eyes made their return to mine.

“I don't intend to, you know but it's different, when it comes to you.”

He says knocking the very air out of me, his words had my heart beating faster, my blood rising. Was it even possible to feel this certain way about someone, by such normal words?

Just to change the subject of our talk of conversation I speak,“So what's with your whining you should probably tell me the reason why you called me.”

I held his gaze as shook his with such deliberately that my eyes warmed up a little, at the sight of it.

“I’m certainly not whining,” He speaks up and in his defense and I couldn't help but role my eyes.

Suddenly the weather seemed to get cold, the breeze snowing had my sensed blinding, I shivered when it crawled to my skin.

“Speak up, Jeon I've had a rough day.”

“Let me guess—your mom cut off your trust fund?” He suggested and I couldn't be more amused at the fact this man, he knew all about me. Particularly everything about me.

He quit staring at me, flushed he lowered his observing gaze and took off his scarf, placing it around my neck he settled it neatly, pulling me closer.

Just then our foreheads bumped into each other’s causing us to glance up at the same time, our eyes met. The blissful ignorance in them made my heart to go on a wild run.

“You know me too well, Jeon,” I had whispered as I felt a chill run down my spine when he leaned in, closer until our nose were touching. His hot and minty breath fanning across my face.

“I always did.”

He spoke, his words sounding magical while his presence hypnotized me like a spellbound.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's note:

Well, how was the chapter did you liked it?

I couldn't hold it anymore and updated this chapter, these AriaxJungkook moments are so beautiful to write, I certainly feel at ease while writing them.

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