➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 047

There goes a zap of pained electricity through Arielle's brain, accompanied by that of the warm sun that touches the skin of her cheeks,eyelids,the soft dew of her lips.

It was morning already?

Opening her one eye open to a scrunch,she glances around her room to where the closed glass doors of her balcony stares back at her,the lilac of her curtains parted to let the smallest of sun in, courtesy of Rosalia ofcourse.

Irritated slightly with the genuine care of sweet Rosalia,but seeing as she'd probably only done out of good intentions,Arielle immediately scolds herself for being irritated with it.

Stretching her arms above her head while a yawn stretches her mouth,she kicks her stiff feet against the low of her thick bedding,wriggling her toes to stretch the skin until the sleepy tingles leaves her be.

Maybe she was ready for the day now?

A whiny moan leaves her once she lets her limbs rest to her warm bed again, pushing her sleep lidded face into the soft cushioning of her pillows,and oddly...

It hinted at the familiar smell of the spicy intoxication that she once swore she'd been addicted too.

Maybe she'll still be,if given the chance.

And it wasn't faint,oh no,the smell was as distinctive as a clown would be admist the normally morally grey cladded society.

A sore sighted kaleidoscope of cheery colours that hints that it should be seen with the first step into a crowd of nestled humanities.

The same hinted at the pillow that was now pushed against Arielle's face, the one she was steadily inhaling as if she was in desperate need of oxygen and it was the only available.
No matter that the chances were higher that she was probably only smothering herself,—for her rather,it served to be the only thing needed for her heart to keep beating.

This that she slips a warm nightgown over the silk of her slip, clutching the pillow to her chest so that she could rest her chin atop it,and simultaneously be able to burrow the tip of her nose into the soft cushion whenever she wanted more of that oh —so fucking familiar smell of Jungkook.

Her bare feet are cladded in fur padded bunny slippers,and the steps of them are soft against the floor of the staircase while she makes her way downstairs to where she could already smell the salty taste of bacon against eggs and a sweet vinallic pancake mix.

Literal heaven.

Or it would be—could be, actually,was it not for the dumb choices made by herself, seeing as it was the nth time in only her second week along her vacation,and she was still waking up heady in her hangovers,her hatred for the warm morning sun and the nauseated feel that sometimes accompanies it,only growing.

Growing closer to where she could hear voices corresponding toward each other, Arielle dismisses it as the housekeeper Rosalia and Security Gabrielle of said villa, to be conversing like they usually do every other morning.

Usually she was quite welcome to joining their conversation of the every day weather,the carnival events that would maybe take place,the new shopping brand alludingly added to the town centre.

But today...

Today seemed to not be one of those days,her head slumped over the cushion that is still held firmly in her grip,as Arielle instead settles to seat herself behind the island,closing her eyes for a bit before rolling her neck in that of an infinity circle, turning to smile up at Rosalia's awaiting small yet concerned smile,then turns to the man that leans against the frame of her kitchen entrance,__ smiling at her as greeting.

"Ahhh,Ari.
I told you to stop drinking as much,why don't you ever listen,dear child?"
Rosie sighs tiredly,and Arielle feels guilt nip at the edges of her consciousness.

She lifts her head,ready to explain herself as best she can,the best she can being an awful concoction of hasty lies.She goes to do just that,but she halts when she spots the tall figure that comes in through the glass doors that leads through to the pool outside,a little gasp stealing her breath.

There in the fucking living flesh,was the one and only reason for her sudden addiction to wanting to stop thinking,and leading her to the wild parties that she'd been going to as of late.

"You're awake?
How's you're head, darling?"
His voice so easily soft and alluring,and it seems like just yesterday that she had the touch of his fingertips against her neck while he pleaded into her ear.

Fuck,—he was here.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Was here.

The one and only,the man that she'd come to realize she was willing to put that much effort into willingly,the one she'd come to realize she had fallen in love with.

In the living flesh,was that scrunch of a smile,those red apple cheeks that once felt warm and soft beneath the featherlight kisses of her lips.
She notices that he'd trimmed his hair abit,and that it no longer hung so lowly over his nape,and yet it would still be the perfect length to comb her fingers through.

That same bunny teeth is litled into the smallest of polite smiles,and it hurts,how hidden he seems,how uncomfortable he seems,how evident the consequences of her mistakes are.

Was he here to make it official?

Was he here to get closure,and if—what for exactly?

What if she didn't want him to get closure?

Would it be to late to beg for his love,his soft affection,the warm flush feel that his hands and smile and pretty honeyed orbs and pink tinted cheeks and his love for banana milk and his doting addiction and the cute pout that exposes of his displeasure and and and...

Was it too late to mend what she'd most probably broken,to fix what most probably was her own cause,to convince what she'd already dented broken trust into?

Arielle doesn't think she'd ever felt more regret,than when she had to keep his gaze,and belatedly realize that the familiar warmth was no longer present when ever he looked at her.

How empty the teasing nickname felt to his tongue,and how much harder it felt to breathe when it all dawned on her.

Still,she smiled the smile she reserved only for him,and tried to keep her voice steady.

"Jungkook,ever the suprise,mhmm?"

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HAPPY JUNGKOOK DAY <3333

Also...
Dem rusted water taps of Arielle bound to be working even more overtime in the chapters coming.

Let's see how Jungkook handles a crying,an emotionally vulnerable, a woman that's never had the opportunity to express herself much with emotions,and of course,a pouting Arielle,shall we?