ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 035

Mittens.

Cute in a beige colour,a patterning of little clouds of darker shade.They fit to his palms like they were specifically tailored for the size of them.

"I just have an extra pair,you can have it."

Were Arielle's words when she had bundled him in a scarf with the same patterning, stating that it was by pure coincidence that she'd knitted one to his size along with her own.

He smiles at her faulty excuses,but decides to let her retain her sanity at least.

A frown marrows his forehead when he thinks back to her concerned expression when she woke him of his slumber this morning. So hesitant in wanting to let him go,to let him leave her apartment,and it warmed his intestines to an suspicious degree.

This couldn't still be casual sex,could it?

They've come to an silent agreement that'd they were just there for each other in sexual comforting,but they've been on a date and she'd been the one to comfort him in his most vulnerable moments last night.
He didn't feel comfortable with just being labeled comforting sex.

But he wouldn't push her for more, Arielle was a women dependent on her independence,as he'd learned from knowing her for over a year now,and he didn't want her retreating from whatever they had going on by opening his big stupid mouth and spewing feelings that would probably not be returned.

His emotions were still in a holling from his parents visit the previous night before he seeked refuge in Arielle.He couldn't think clearly through his self destructive thoughts,his anxiety,or his utter confusion.

He'd thought he'd been doing good.
That he's parents were finally starting to see him as someone that fit to the standards of their ideal son.
He'd went to school to fit himself in the category of becoming the perfect CEO of Jeon Enterprises,he'd flocked crowds of publicity to their Company with his ongoing scandals and his display of always being the candid playboy.

Their sale statistics were growing day by day and they were making billions more of what they usual reached when it came to their income.

So why were they still not satisfied?

He could withhold his tears all throughout them picking him apart and smashing him to little pieces, trampling him beneath their feet.

All until he had settled behind his wheel at a time that clearly stated it was morning already, through his teary haze and panicking thoughts,all he could think about was Arielle.

Her touch.
Her voice.
Her scent.
Everything that spelled Arielle.

It didn't matter that the road felt slippery beneath the strength of his wheels,or that it sometimes felt as if the steering wheel just didn't want to obey to his touch.That his windshields that were created to help him see something, instead added to the sights of being able to see nothing.

He needed her.
That was the only way he'd be okay.

And now,he was seated in his car, clenching his fists in his lap,the soft material of the mittens the only thing stopping him from breaking his skin from how violently he shakes as he digs his nails into soft wool.

The distinctive scent of peach blossoms the only thing keeping him grounded,that calms him as he starts to think too many thoughts at once.

“Men don't cry.”

“Showing emotion is showing weakness.”

“You work to be the epitome of perfection.”

“I did not raise you to be such a disappointment.”

“Work harder.”

“Become better.”

“Stop crying over shit so trivial.”

“Be a man for once in your life.”

For once in his life,even if it had been just for the littlest moments where he broke down like a pathetic little swine in Arielle's arms.
It felt like a world of expectations weren't cutting of his air supply any more.

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Later,after small guises of stares lingering on his form, moving through the hallways,or the inkling feeling of being watched when he hummed to himself while readying for his first conference meeting of the day.

He's seated in his chair behind the dark oakwood desk,feet crossed at the ankles while he scans through the different information laid out for him by his assistant.A tablet full of the latest of their media outlets were waiting for his attention as well,but he was pushing it off for last.

He's busy finishing up an conference call with the renounced owners of Issimalli when he hears the shuffle of heels making their way towards his door.For a fleeting hoping moments he mistakes it as Arielle's stilettos until he deciphers them as someone else's.

It's with a sigh that he says his goodbyes before closing the call just as Jimin makes his way into his office on platform heeled boots that resounds throughout his office in an echo.

Him and he's obsession of proving he isn't as short.

"Who do I owe the displeasure to of the Jimin Park gracing my building with his throat clotting presence?"
I smile sweetly as I spew plain sarcasm,a flit of emotions displayed on his face that showcases his confusion,the realisation and the anger that comes thereafter.

"Who bit on your testicles this morning to have you in such a foul mood?"
He bites,his voice bitter in resentment.

This was how our usual arguments go though.It was rather fun bickering back and forth with my dearest hyung.

His nerves were just as short fetched as his lengthy self.

"No one,and if she'd do it I'd most probably enjoy it.
No,it's actually just you and you're annoyingly loud heeled boots that disturbs my peace."

"For your fucking information,they are called platforms and are considered fashionable in our century.
And I could go you know?
It's just,it's not like you have other friends beside your dear hyung,do you?"

"Or maybe you just used it to add a couple inches to you're height,that seems more reasonable to me if I were to be honest.
And I do have friends actually, plenty actually.My social circle could fit the whole Antarctica if you'd count them."

"Fuck.Off.
And you call the soaking sponges trying to butter you up for the littlest of you're attention friends?
Kookie-kookie."
He sing songs.

"You must still be as naive as when you thought chugging down gallons of beer that tasted like pure spit was being the shit.
And,are those mittens."

"College days are meant to be dumd and naive dip shit.
And yes,it's mittens.

My own mittens."

His gaze narrows when I claim that they are indeed mittens.

"You don't knit though,I don't think I've ever seen you sitting with a knitting pen and some wool,and you're fingers are way to clumsy and dumbish to create something as pretty as this."
He says,taking my mitten covered hands in his to take a closer look.

"Arielle made these, didn't she?"

"What makes you think that?"
I'm quick to come on defensive.

"Just because I've seen similar designs with patterns different but still formed that little butterfly shape whenever they reach the last thread of wool.
It's like it's her unique marking like every designer has their own mark to clout the work as theirs.
Question is,why would she let you wear her work though?"

He says,and for the first time I see the pattern of a butterfly that blended to easily with the rest of my scarf and mittens, when Jimin blended it out.

"Maybe I'm just special,and I'm particularly irresistible last time I checked."

"No,you're not special,at least not more than me.And the last time I checked Arielle had already had your funeral plans laid out and what she would announce to the press once she would eventually succeed in killing you.She called it covering her tracks,or at least,what she and Jin conspired about."

"Jin hyung?"

"Point is,there must be something sizzling between the two of you if she made this for you.It's as if they were tailored to you're specific size.
Damn,she talented."
He whistles,and I tug my hands out of  his grip and away from the uncomfortable feel of his rubbing fingers.

It made my skin itch.

"So what if there is?"
jungkook huffs,annoyed.

"Then I can't wait to get home to my baby's apartment and tell her that her hypothesis's were right all along.
Ymori is going to have a field day when she finds out that you've even been privileged to wear her designs that she were so secretive and scary about."

"The both of you too damn nosy.
And what,you finally tied that horny knot to Ymori now?"
Jungkook smirks as he leans back.

"We were talking about you."
Jimin rolls his eyes to the lighted ceiling as he crossed his arms.

"And?"

"And that she's possibly the woman dozens of articles are exploring concepts of, picking apart piece by piece,placing her in different concepts?"

"Jimin,what the hell?"
Jungkook is quick to sit up in his seat, grabbing the tablet that's been set down there by his secretary hours ago with the plea that he scan through what he summarised for him.

And when he finally unlocks the iPad,he finds it to be opened on the latest article contemplating exactly who the unknown dark skinned woman is to Jungkook.

There,in the mist of falling snow is them together, Jungkook's forehead nudged to hers,the smile on the both of their lips before they kiss,and his pale hand against the dark strands of her hair.

The half of her face exposed,and it was mere nutwork for the rest of this miserable population to pin and pick apart until they knew who she were.
It would just be a matter of time.

"You didn't perhaps pass Arielle's office on your way here have you?"

"She's pacing her office floor Jungkook.So yes,I have."

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he pushes his chair from beneath his desk,kicking his ankles loose before he stands and straightens his tie and pulls on his cufflinks.

Jimin trails behind him as he makes his way from where he can hear arguing down the hall to Arielle's office,her heels click clacking and echoing through the hallway.

When he opens the door to her pushing her wild curls back, loosened out of its ponytail and hanging over her shoulders,her skin seemed to be pulled taut over her face when she swiveled towards their direction from cornering Jin,a Jin that seems relieved to be released from the claws that were Arielle's foul mouth when she was maddened.

He scurries away and tugs Jimin with him,a quick yet hard pat to Jungkook's shoulder when he pushes past him to get his wits out of the proximity of Arielle's office, choking Jungkook with the onslaught of tension and humidity.

"Kim Seokjin come back here!
I'm not done spewing shit!"
She calls after him,her small hands clenched in fists as she sets her narrow gaze on him.

There's heat in her eyes,and her rapid breathing is the only thing that sounds in the office.
That along with the thundering of Jungkook's heart at how her heated gaze trails down my body.

"You.
Get your ass in here."

Oh God.
Oh fuck.

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Just to clear it up,the mittens are patternly knitted gloves created by Arielle,and no,does not,look anything like, kitchen mittens. I just called them that cause it sounds cute,and cause I thought you could call those mittens too?

Anyway,I'm besotted with the rewritten characters of Arielle and Jungkook,I don't even know how long this book goin last,I do have my chapters planned up to the epilogue tho<3333