A/N : unedited chapter and may contain many typos. Sorry in advance.

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Chapter 8

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Jungkook comes out of the bathroom brushing his drenched hair with a white towel in hand, and his lower part wrapped around with another towel, but his torso exposed, making me gawk at him.

Damn damn damn. Shut your mouth Lisa.

The water that streams down his jawline traces down his perfectly framed collar bones, outlines, then finally paving its way down the mid of his thoracic line and form curls around his toned muscles of abdomen. Just perfect––a body well craved and designed with precision by god himself, over which he surely spent hours over to make it the best form possible.

Focus on yourself Lisa.

I shut my eyes tight, and try my best to shake off the animated pictures of him that my mind's generating against my will. No wonder, if I were a guy, I'd have already got a boner. The fuck am I thinking?

Alright. Breath in, breath out.

" are you going in for a shower or not? " he asks. " the water supply is till 10 only, and it has already passed 9:30 "

I hear his footsteps bee-lining towards the cupboard, past me, and I already know what's next, he's gonna change there. I warily stand up stiffening my gaze towards the bathroom's door, and trot in its direction with the towel and clothes folded around my arm. It's so shameful to think of his attractive body instead of thinking about initiating the topic regarding the case. This is all so stupid. I hate myself and this holy mind--thanks to Jennie who triggered this kind of thoughts inside me--with whom I watched my first ever porn clip during my high school. Since then, I couldn't take off the erotic images off my mind whenever I see skin, and sexy dudes. I'm polluted well.

I literally couldn't stop myself at some point, thinking about her and Yoongi's relationship either, and secretly craved for a man in my life too. They surely tried all the stuff that I read in books. I'm not supposed to discuss this. No no no, focus Lisa. You need to discuss the details of the case with him.

I still can't digest the fact that I'm actually on a run with him, like he said, probably kidnapped, too. All the way, I do sound like a pretend victim. I close my eyes and let the shower stream down my whole form, and let my mind wonder into the depths of the silhouette figure I see in fractions of the Forgotten Night. I see myself arguing with Jimin, over what thing, I can't decipher. But we he does look distraught and dejected, . . . in my mind. Is it just my imagination or a part of the real occurrences, hard to say.

And who is Kim Jihye?

When Jungkook was busy taking shower, I took the opportunity to switch on my phone. I know it could be a dumb move, but right then I was solely absorbed in curiosity of knowing who followed me this afternoon, or probably before, too, like the other day when I went to meet Jungkook at his temporary confinement. I'm sure I saw that same car, and it's not a common car that is being used by just anyone. That's a whole obtrusive piece.

And he did message me the car owner's name; Kim Jihye.

And literally there's no one with that particular name that I'm acquaintance with. Nor did I ever hear Jimin mentioning about someone with that name. Who could be she? Or am I just forcefully dragging an unknown person into the case? She could be just a normal citizen roaming around and coincidentally happened to cross paths with me. I mean everything is possible.

But if she's involved, she's probably involved through one of the Kim's we know or may be not. Of course a whole stranger won't do all the stalking.

Kim Taehyung's sibling or something? He's got two siblings I guess.
Kim Namjoon's? No, No.
Kim Jennie's?
Kim Jisoo's?
Wait, what if Kim Seok Jin's ?

Damn, too many Kim's. I must be going in wrong way again. 

But luckily, Jin has managed to get Kim Jihye's phone number for me. I've saved the number already, just minutes or hours away from contacting her.

I turn off the shower, and covering myself up into his loose clothes, practically into his black shorts and a loose white cotton T shirt whose hem reaches upto my mid thighs. Thankfully he did offer me some clothes, even though all I smell is him in it. His men's colonge's smell blended evenly with aromatic camphor balls, and it indeed smells good.

I step out of the bathroom, and see him leaning against the bed, with his legs folded upon each other, forming two pillars for his laptop placed over his lap, and his gaze fixed on the screen, whilst fingers typing relentlessly fast.

" what you're up to? " I ask, he doesn't reply, but rather stay unwavered. He looks in my direction after a stillness of few seconds and then, softly pushes the screen against the keyboard, gesturing a 'nothing much' sign. "i thought you're on a run, but you've got yourself a whole lot of devices. How did you manage all these? From car to this motel's room, to add on it, laptop "

" by any chance if you're thinking I've got my ways in it, then you're right. I've money plus power, and a lot of hands into dealing things. It shouldn't be your concern. " He says, with the a sly look.

" you're pretty crafty, I've to agree " I say, whilst hailing on the bed.

" and you've got too much of trust issues recently that you've lost the little conscience you should have " he says, stretching his long legs out, and placing his laptop on the nightstand, next to the bed of course. Sitting beside him, I give a detail and closer look at him. His jawline directs towards my side, which make me just wanna stare at the sharpness it posess which could easily cut even diamonds and then my gaze shifts to his curvy nose, from his pointed tip to the flat bottom, slowly flowing up and reaching his double lid eyes.

Even in just all black, from black shorts to causual black tee, he looks perfectly fine--like a served meat at a five star hotel, for which hungry humans can pay everything for without caring about the expense or loss.

" are we arguing again? No personal attacks at least " I chuckle, his presence making me forget everything.

" sure, ma'am "

" I hate how smoothly you make things look real. Even after spending so much of time in our worst times, I still trust you. I wish I didn't "

" my lady, you won't regret it. Trust me. "

I hate smooth talkers. I feel like I'll slip on honey the first time and later land in hell. Jeon Jungkook can be pretty smooth, calculative and cunning, not to mention irresistibly hot. He turns me on. He face towards me, and a grin adorns her face. " besides, my dick can take you from wilderness to wild fantasies "

I arch my brows in disgust--let me reframe the sentence--in pretending to be disgusted. But he doesn't seem to be bothered by my expression--instead he sees right through my eyes and reads my soul.

" you love when I go horny, right? "

" I think it's better to try to sleep " I say with a straight face. I don't like when he drives me crazy, I'm trying my best not to deviate my mind towards the sinful path where I'd get nothing more than thorns. I pull out a pillow and slump my head in it, pulling in the comforter on, and close my eyes shut.

I wait for him to lay besides me, not that I'm thinking dirty, just that this room has only one bed and I'm fine sharing it as long as he doesn't do anything inappropriate, well let's say it this way. He hauls out of the bed instead and his soft footsteps resonates past me. I note it, with still my eyes closed, that he probably went towards the mini couch at the side of the dressing. He must be kidding. That couch is about the size of a kid-- I mean it'll fit at the max a 4'5 tall kid or something, and he can't freaking sleep over something so uncomfortably.

Minutes pass by, and I find my patience slipping out of my firmly gripped fist and wariness caging me. Alright, just have some guts, Lis. Okay, let's hope he'll not send any weird remark over which I'll spurt out my inner dumb emotional human cravings like love and all. Love doesn't exist, to begin with.

I flung open my eyes, and the first thing I see--- is him staring at me resolutely--his head pressed against his left hand which is his living rod-like pillow too, and his face towards me, legs folded and partially hanging down , awkwardly--seemingly uncomfortable.

" aren't you sleeping yet? " he asks, his voice hardly ringing in my ears due to the low audibility. He just asked what I was about to. I simply shake my head, blinking my eyes. " is it because of me, are you scared?"

" No "

" you look distress and apprehensive, I've been observing you for quite a while, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable " he says with purity reflecting in his words. I'm just amazed by his bipolarity, at one moment he acts like the biggest playboy born in this era and the very next moment he talks like a gentleman descended from heaven. What's his problem?

" I was just wondering about something. " like why the heck you're sleeping there in so much discomfort?

" about...? " he questions, still keenly staring me," about that night? "

" i .. No, yeah I mean a little bit "

" wanna recall what happened? "

" yes "

" I'll let you " He stands up, and I give him a confused look, meanwhile he strides towards me, and then sits over the edge of the bed. I get seated up too, feeling undeniably impatient to say composed at my place when he's about to make things clear out. " how much do you wanna know? "

" Everything. Every detail I lived " I was knowing the answer by now, his quietness said it all. It was him, the guy whom I had a wonderful yet disastrous night with, and rest all is delusion. Taehyung, Jimin, Chaeyoung and everyone just make up the harsh reality, and nothing more. Jungkook is the sweet tooth, he's the silver lining, and my only hope, but I can be mistaking him too––coz he can be the mirror maze, in where I'm stuck.

" mind sharing the bed with me? " I say out of the blue, kicking out the earlier heavy topic about which his tongue isn't rolling about to blurt out.

He looks slightly caught off guard, but later subsides into his normal look, with a slight playful expression about to leak out. " but I can't guarantee that I won't finger you, still wanna take the risk ?"

" try me "

And like a fast-forwarded motion he suddenly attacks me with his thin crimson lips and almost climbs over my lap pressing his thighs over it. And I give in, totally. I'm not even shock this time, lowkey expected and anticipated it more than him, I guess. It's pretty uncomfortable to kiss him with this titled angel, but it becomes all too easy when he holds the back of my head and leads me. His other hand starts wondering around my jawline, and I take the opportunity to go wander around his abdomen's packs by sliding my hands inside his tee. " touch me more " he says quickly between breaths and then, bites into my lower lip causing me to moan in escalation of satisfaction.

I never felt so right doing the wrong before.

" Take off your top " he demands, and even though I'm so ready for what he wants from me, I hesitate to follow. He understands, and stops kissing me, and a tense look gets painted over. " it's okay if. . . "

" no, I wanna remember each thing. Just make me relive each moment "

" are you doing it just for the case? " he asks, with disappointment disguised in his nonchalant tone. I can tell it.

" no, it's for us. I love you " Without waiting for his reaction, I quickly slide off my top off my head and toss it over the floor. He looks revived, and without wasting another secondly, quickly follows me by taking off his tee too. And there's another deep kiss which is being initiated by him again, his tongue enters my mouth and I taste what seems to be minty breath of perhaps a chewing gum. He probably had some a while ago, but whatever it is, I like it and I enjoy each sip.

Being so much hungry for him, I pull him down on the bed, and there's this dark smirk he mastered over lurks around, with his eyes glinting with passion and love. Like everytime, I feel intimidated but not enough to bottom him. He reaches for my shorts and tear it apart with almost no effort, leaving me in my panties and bra. He lustfully glances at me with intense love embellishing over his dark eyes, making me burn red with shyness. " you're beautiful " he whispers, and then leans over a little more closer, softly rubbing out chests against each other, and leaves kisses around my neck.

I push him besides me, and take over the lead, getting over him. He softly laughs seeing me dominate over him. I pull off his shorts leaving him in his boxers, and while I'm over his lap, I can feel his hardened part against my thigh. " you're so hard " I playfully mutter, rubbing my thigh against it to tease him more.

He then very gingerly unclasps my bra rummaging his hands around my back, and then slips it off my torso, leaving my chest totally exposed.

" I love you, too " he finally returns my word, with my back facing him, our naked body's brushed against each other, his hands hanging over my bare chest from behind, and a blanket over us.

" I'm tired " I say, still sweating with the amount of heavy exercise we just had, and I'll have to admit, everything seemed like a déjà vu to me, like I saw this before. “ it's so hot ”

He chuckles softly between his hastened breaths, and probably I'm too late to comment it, after all this. Just then just when I thought everything is going perfect and it can't go better, I hear his phone ring.

He quickly turns the other direction, towards the nightstand and picks up the call. “ get out of the motel you're in ” I hear the a voice across the phone which sounds pretty robotic. “ her phone's location is being tracked down ”

The fuck? My phone. That was a dumb move of course.

Jungkook hangs up the call without letting out a single word and hauls out of the bed swiftly, and grabs his shirt, and trouser.

“ who's it? ” I ask, then apologetically say, “ I'm sorry, I swear I had no intention to. . .  you know, I switched it off just after I received the message ”

“ we've no time to talk about your deeds. Get yourself clothed ” he demands, and although he sounds intact and utterly calm, I can tell the he's mad at me by the way his jaw clench.

“ I'm sorry ” He ignores my apology, and rather throws two pieces of clothing at me, and even tosses off the lingerie piece at my direction. “ listen, I think we're really close to the conspirator. Kim Jihye, someone with this name surely knows ”

“ we're leaving. Now !!”

He ignored me.

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DOP  : 27th June 2019

A/N : Lol I wrote 2500+ words. I need to stop, sorry if this chapter is pretty messed up. And NO I'm not giving you guys the details of their love making, coz I have decided not to elaborate mature content, since I've not rated the book as mature.

And also, I do not want my underage readers to read such erotic content so I won't write descriptive type of smuts. I'll just mention few moments but won't go into details like this chapter.

And thank you for all the love and support my dear readers. Comments as always are highly appreciated.

Any new theories?

Love,
Lizzy