➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 037

Inhaling the air of my kitchen as if I'm a new born taking it's first breath of intoxicated oxygen, imagining my dancing taste buds with the help of the heavenly scent that seems to litter each and every little particle my kitchenette existed of.

What Jungkookie was busy cooking,I did not know,but with his broad back clad in a black shirt turned to me,and the thought of his awfully sweet gesture of wanting to prepare me a meal for our third date,I am salivating,at least that I do know.  What with his muscled forearms chopping vegetables and meat alike into finer pieces,his soft silky locks that usually adorn his neck now  pulled into a low ponytail,made it awfully clear exactly what he wanted to do.

Jungkook was domesticating me.

It doesn't sound that bad rather,and the warm fuzzy feeling that camps right between my tits is kind of tolerable.

Except for the fine detail that his making me used to being treated like this—which is usually,not good.

I am though,quite at peace,and still would've been with just his company, sharing the petty bantering of our usual, would've been easily occupied with finishing the socks I was busy knitting while having Jungkook chatter my ear off.

It seemed Jungkook,was not in for lazing around with me,and had demanded I let him cook for me,and when I said demand,his sulking pout and pretty brown doe's did quite the job of having me indulging him.

Which I've been doing a lot,now that I think of it.

I couldn't find any regrets in letting him in my kitchen,though,it being unused mostly since I've never been one to cook my own dinner,my daily diet that existed out of sandwiches and crackers and anything remotely related of giving me an energy boost,much prove of that.

But now,watching his long elegant fingers skim across the surface of the board he uses to chop up the onions on, tenderising the meat with touches so fleeting that it seems his moving in multiplied speed,or the furrow in his brow while he nibbles on his lip,for once not in that  focused pout of his.

This was probably not the softest I've seen Jungkook at,but it still delivered excellently in having me feel all warm and gooey inside.

Much like how I preferred the taste of my hot cocoa.

Again with me comparing him to something chocolatey.

"How come you've never used your cooking skills back in Singapore?"
I wondered aloud, stopping my knitting to stretch my socked toes against the paws of my stool, having sat in my bowed position quite a while.

"Would it have impressed you sooner if you saw me with an apron tied to my back and an wooden spoon to a pot I'm busy stirring?"
He asks,and I feel his gaze on me before physically witnessing it with my own.

I'm admittedly, a little caught up in those doe eyes of his, picturing a naked Jungkook,with sun kissed skin that I've felt to be soft beneath my touch,his straining back muscles as he reaches for a hidden tub on the highest shelve,his bared ass cheeks that I want to sink my teeth into for some odd reason,while simultaneously stirring a wooden spoon to whatever he was cooking,bringing an raw piece of garlic to his nose to sniff at.

Ooh,now that,is quite the picturesque...

"You,naked,cooking.
Mhmm,I'd definitely would've been impressed earlier."
I sigh dreamily,and the look Jungkook sends my way has me bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Funny."
He says smilingly,leaning his weight on the other side of the counter,a sizzle going in the air as the water in his cooking mystifies into thin air.

He adorns a black sweatshirt,as mentioned before,one big enough on him to have it hung off his muscled frame,the exposure of his bitten collarbones, of course the work of his darling me,and my half moons prettily imprinted into the skin of his neck that tempts me to refresh them with how alluring they look beneath the soft lightning of the kitchen.

"Pretty."
I smile, resuming my knitting as I eye him out of my side view.

His cheeks turn even more adorably  flushed,the tug of his teeth on his lower lip while he runs a hand through his long locks, pushing the hair of his mullet from his nape so that he can squeeze at the back of his neck lightly.

At that,he also loosens the tie from his hair and has his fluffy locks successfully falling into his face again.
A small chuckle leaves me at his whiny groan.

"Is it me that's pretty,or your marks?"

He asks while tugging at his strands to have them all fit into the small hair tie,so soft and pretty with his blushing skin, strawberry tinted lips that I know taste the sweetest,silky soft raven hair that glints beneath the kitchen lights.

"Both."
My knitting on hold again when I go to lean forward,settling on my elbows until I've easily entered his personal space,his downturned gaze not sitting quite right with me.

With the touch of my fingers along his defined jaw,tickling the slight stubble that he probably forgot to shave this morning,but I find myself liking it, burying that information for later, I pull his chin closer to mine,his pretty brown orbs finally holding mine.

"I love it when they remind you that you're mine,mine alone to look so pretty for,my own extraordinarily dazzling boy,mine to dote and baby,mine and mine alone."
My nail tugs at his soft lower lip,and his eyes flick to the movement for a trivial moment,before his gaze is heavily set on mine again, leaning closer.

I can feel his breath on mine, and the heat of his warming cheeks radiates from him as he steadily closes the distance between us.

"But...

I also don't want my food burnt,baby."
Pushing my finger against his lips,I  ignore how heavily affected the affectionate kiss he places against my skin has me feeling, as I push him away, hiding how he still seems to make me flustered with mere touches such as those.

"It-,it won't be burnt."

It doesn't seem as if I could be any more flustered than Jungkook already were,with how he immediately glances away shyly when my eyes travel up his neck to his flustered expression that he tries to hide by being seemingly deeply interested in whatever smelt of heaven in that pot of his.

A giggle leaves me at this,and he promptly glances at me to watch as I chuckle behind my hand at his shy antics.To be honest,I was still not quite used to a Jeon as Jungkook growing so shy,so quickly,but in bed he could be the most shameless slut that must've penetrated me in my lifetime.

I was fond of it,quite much.

"You're cute."

"Wasn't I just pretty?"
He seems to be sighing heavily,but I know it's all an pathetic act to gain more complicated compliments from me.

"You could be both,y'know.
My pretty boy,my cute baby, anything you'd like."

"What if I want to be your sexy gym rat of a lover?
Not only categorised as pretty or cute?"
He huffs.

"Then you're my muscled bun,my blushing boy with an eight pack that he hides beneath all those cute largely sized clothes of his as well."

"Ari-"
He groans,the sound of the stove being turned off as he throws his head back to release another whine.

"Told you, you and your cheesiness are busy rubbing off."

His disagreeing grunt echoes through the kitchen as I continue with my knitting,and his huffing and blushing state remains all through the cooking spree.

After all,I just couldn't not compliment how awfully good he looked when he suspiciously tied an apron to his broad back.

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My feet are comfortably nestled in Jungkooks lap where we sit across from each other on the heated carpeted floor,both of us sat with our own portions of Jungkook's heaven sent prepared meal.One that he created yes,but I definitely supported by pondering on how his hands moved as fluidly and swiftly as they did,not getting more than twenty stitches into my knitting because of how fixated I was.

The food that they indeed prepared, looking as if they were five star restaurant worthy, dumplings that smelt of something akin to the stench of heaven,how the flavours melting on my tongue tickled the back of my throat in a swoon worthy manner.

His cooking was orgasmic,Christ Sake.

"I demand to at least have this once a week from now on.
You Moron!
How dare you withhold me from the precious gift of your cooking?"
I moan lowly,and promptly pick up my chopsticks again to scoop two into my mouth one after thee other.

"I'd never take you as one to be this dramatic when it comes to food darling."
Jungkook giggles,his cheeks bunched up as his eyes are squeezed shut in the sweetest shy smile at my complimentary of his cooking.

"It's not-not being dramatic when this shi-shit taste mhmm-fuck- fucking orgasmic."
My words are spewed between munches of soft wholely cooked dough,and the flavourings of whatever Jungkook had dished into a concoction to have it all piled in a circular shape so small.

"It's rude table manners to talk with food in your mouth,darling."

I gift him a dirty look at this, digging my toe especially harder into his crotch until I'm satisfied with a hiss as he scoops both my feet up by their heels,his eyes narrowing down at them.

"It's also very rude to attempt at sexual acts while eating dinner-"

"I don't particularly remember you mentioning that when you begged for a taste while pushing me against a kitchen counter?"
I argue.

"That- that's different.
I was trying to kiss you,not whatever you were trying to do just now."
He huffed,and pouted the smallest bit when I rolled my eyes and mumbled a one and the same.

"It's is not the same."
He says.

"But it is-

"Not."

"It is-

"Not."

At this I place my eating utensils next to my halfway filled plate or dinner, settling to lean back so that I could narrow my gaze at the man sitting in front of me with a pout that shouldn't look as cute as it did.

"As much as I know you enjoy our pathetic attempts at arguing,I fear that it is quite tiresome for me."

"Business then?"

"Business.
Then."

A little laugh escapes me when his features immediately settle to the trivial little frown that settles on his forehead, Jungkook's display that I'd rather talk business than just spend my time doting on him.

"We both know I'd rather dote and baby my pretty boy to sleep, but unfortunately,the Gala event is a mere month away.
And my press statement will be released in about a three week's time."

"I really don't see how those two situations go together if I'm being honest."
He sighs,fluffing his hair from behind as his bangs curl softly to his temples.

"All eyes will be on you and who you bring as your date to the Gala,and my press statement has to cooperate with how you portray yourself,and what you want the public to think about the ongoing gossip tabloids. Of course it'll bring along unwanted opinions and some backlash,but it also serves as clout and more publicity coming your way.
This is why we have to set everything into motion carefully."

"Please don't tell me that we're going to have to play the pretend game.
I really don't want to go to this thing if I'm going to have to carry a stranger on my arm the rest of the night."

"What do you suppose we do then?"

"You-you could always-always come as my date?"

Oddly,I hadn't thought that Jungkook would take this in consideration.

Thing is,if I would be going with him,I would also be basically giving away that I was the particular individual Jungkook was in relation with,as speculated in the media since Jungkook was his usual hot topic self,and well,that I could lose my job,my reputation going from stoic and respected to rumours of sleeping with my boss to get where I am, basically, everything could go wrong if I was the one to attend with Jungkook.

"Or not."
Jungkook seems to realize this too,as a solemn expression settles on his face.

"So..."

"I could go alone?"
He suggests,and at this point Jungkook was about just suggesting anything to get out of me paralleling him with a date.

It's not as if I was enjoying this either,and I know seeing Jungkook with a woman other than me will cause a huge dent in my already queasy stomach,but I'd rather we get this over sooner rather than later.

"When was the last time that the Golden Playboy had ever gone to an Gala on his own?"
I question aloud,amusing to even think of Jungkook's past self ever being seen alone at an socialising event.

"If I reminisce my brain throughly,I'm afraid that that has never happened before,baby.
Do you understand why this could be so crucial?"
I sigh,tired of this conversation already.

"You really are going to be adamant about this aren't you?"

"Jungkook,I'm afraid yes.
I'd rather not lose the reputation I worked so hard for,for the job I excell at every single angle, something I love doing so much,for something we're both not even so sure about yet."
As soon as the words leave my mouth,I realise how selfish they may sound,and my teeth immediately worried that if my lower lip.

Especially as I've started recognising him as mine,and specifically said it aloud.

Jungkook glances away from my gaze by then,and I hate it when he doesn't bother to bring his irises back to mine again.

"What do you think we are, Arielle?"
Jungkook asks.

His expression serious when he finally lifts gaze to mine,and the warm brown of them seem glossed over with resignation, alerting me what I'd say next could cause a lot of control damage,so I'd have to choose my words carefully as well.

But there it was.
I didn't know exactly what my words were.They existed yes,tickled the back of my throat as I rolled them around my mouth,on the tip of my tongue the obnoxious thoughts sat and yet I couldn't bring myself to,to-

What exactly did I think I and Jungkook was?

This far I'd only thought of him as a fond lover, someone I'd enjoyed the company of, someone that I've come to adore the mannerisms of.

Someone I liked calling mine.

But what did that entail?

Was it his sweet bunny toothed smile,or how his cheeks tinted pink so quickly,the adorable scrunch of his eyes when he smiled,to the twitch of his nose when he smelt something good or bad for that matter,his frown when he nibbled on something particularly good.

Was it the fluttering butterflies in my stomach that never occured to me as something other than just the fond feeling I got whenever I was in the presence of the sweet boy I discovered in Jungkook?How warm and flustered his soft affectionate touches and kisses made me feel, how I seemed to seek him out if having gone with abit too long without seeing him, hugging him,smelling him?

What was Jungkook to me, exactly?

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Fair warning,Arielle goin be keeping y'all on your toes with an unaltered happy ending.

(Meaning,she goin keep y'all guessing and stressing because she's goin be a bit frustrating,quite much like her creator<33)