➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 027

The last days of our business trip flowed by in a blur.

In about six months pronto,we would be back at Issimalli's headquarters to cut the red ribbon,as we then welcomed the new guests into the recently constructed hotels that would be built in many areas across Singaporean land.

The prospect of their being at least a range from one to two in each town square,was indefinitely high.

And now,as I finally opened the door to my apartment that I haven't slept in for more than three weeks,I found myself sniffing the air as if taking my first intake of fresh air,except it smelled of dust and lacked the intoxicating spicy smell of Jungkook's cologne.

My mouth turned down at this,and a little sigh escaped me when I thought about the tense atmosphere that had ridden between us since the departure of the private airport.

I had suggested that we go our separate ways and meet tomorrow at work,which seemingly had the furrow in Jungkook's smooth forehead wrinkle even more,along with the tick in his jaw accompanied by his tongue trying to poke a hole through it.

He looked hot as hell,and I might've been persuaded the littlest by that alone to abandon all thoughts that countered me going home alone,in favour of instead riding Jungkook in the back of his car .

Flicking on the lights,I find my personalised space,my sanctuary,free from anything unwashed trunk and vest combination related.

The sight should have made me happy,now that I no longer had to scold two grown men about their lessened usage of their laundry baskets,but instead.

It just left a feeling of nostalgia,and I couldn't determine for the life of me,
why.

Eventually,after scouting the whole of my apartment for anything that sensed out of place,I layed my suitcases open on my bed.
I'd have to start unpacking eventually,and I'd rathered it be now instead of the usual procrastinating kicking in and leavinge to look for clothes iny suitcases three weeks from now due to myself being too lazy to unpack them all.

When I'm done with it all,I search through the rest of my closet for something to wear, plausibly comfortable and that would free my itching legs from the tights covering them.In the mist of this all I find myself to be picking up a lacy black thong, forgoing the thought of a bra and just pairing it with an sweater that still smelled like Jungkook.

Please don't ask me why,for I  still couldn't figure out just why in the fucking hell I was stuck on wanting to have the dark intoxicating smell of something sweet yet spicy,to attach itself to my skin.

When I'm stood beneath the hot showerhead,I let my tensed muscles relax for a while, tipping my head back to feel the soothing of hot water gracing my dark skin,almost akin to how it felt to have Jungkook's hands on me in inappropriate places.

The feel of his hands,huge and abit calloused, holding my hips tightly while I controlled the pace of which he fucked me into,his soft lips against mine, tasting of the sweetest essence that might be addictive,the graze of his cock at the sweet spot etched behind my clit
when fucking into me slow ,albeit hard enough to have my nails leaving dented marks in his porcelain skin.

I recall the memory with a little hint of a smile,the way he gaped at the sight of his red back,my marks trailing from the tips of his muscled shoulder blades to the ends of his lower back, half moon marks in certain spots.

His moans when I kissed the tender skin there after, teasingly letting my tongue graze the skin over and over,until he'd pleading gripped the back of my thighs where I'd been seated naked on his lower back, begging me for a taste of what he could feel dripping onto his back.

The night ended well,with his head between my legs,my clit stimulated by his teeth and tongue.

I snap out of my daze when my hands trail a little too far past my navel,and I grab some of the blossom peached body wash to scrub myself clean.

By the time I've set foot outside the hot
temperature of my shower,my phone was alight with the notification of multiple messages.I took my time,rubbing some scented lotion into my hot skin before slipping the panties over my legs,and shrugging the sweater that smelt of Jungkook over my head.

It could've been his,since I don't recall having one as such.

A little yawn leaves me when I pick up my phone, moving to throw my dirty laundry in the empty basket behind the door,before I move into my hallway while scrolling through the new notifications that had appeared on my home screen.

It's when I slip on some soft socks that I spot the chat notification of Jungkook, having been sent a whole ten minutes ago as I now opened our chat box.

Pretty boy:
Can I come over?
Please.

Me:
Why,did something happen?

His reply seems almost immediate, although it had probably only been about two minutes since I had enough time gather my wanted ingredients in the kitchen.

Pretty boy:
No, nothing's wrong.
I just want to see you,is all.

I felt a forbidden tug at my heartstring, thinking of the prospect that he just wanted to see me even when we'd only parted about a couple hours ago.
It was more possible that he was just seeking some relief in sex rather than my companionship,and it fouled my mood abit perhaps.

But it was nothing I wasn't new too,to be exact.

Me:
Sure,I don't mind.
Time?

Pretty boy:

I'll be there in twenty minutes,max.

Me:
Wait,do you even have any idea where I live?

Pretty boy:
Since my last stay,I'm pretty I would be able to recall where you live,yes.

Me:
I only recall you being a clingy drunk,but I guess you do know how to take note of  your surroundings then.

Pretty boy:
Keep on underestimating me,I like the expression om your face when I prove you wrong.

I giggle at his last message,he was cute for thinking I had any interest in underestimating someone as dangerous him.

I guess Jeon Jungkook was coming over then.

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