The smell of coffee filled my nostrils, and I slowly drifted back into consciousness after sleeping through the night. The smell of coffee got stronger, causing my eyes to flutter open.
I was lying on my side, my arms sprawled out on the empty space on the bed, and the covers only covered my lower half. I saw what looked like a black coffee mug floating in front of my face.
I blinked a few more times until my eyes came into focus. There was, indeed, a coffee mug floating in my face, but Jungkook was sitting on the bed and holding it up to my face.
I saw him smile before he pulled the steaming coffee mug away from my face.
“Wow, I didn’t think that would work.” He said before taking a sip of the coffee. “I guess that means you’re a coffee addict.”
“There better be coffee for me somewhere in this room.” I lifted my head and looked down to see my bare chest was showing. “You know, you could have been nice and covered me up.
” I said as I pulled the sheets over my body so that only my head stuck out of the sheets.
“I did cover you, but you just shoved them off.” He said, and then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a red coffee mug.
As Jungkook held up the coffee mug, I sat up in bed, keeping the sheets covering my body. I took the coffee from his hand and took a sip. It was still hot, so it burned my tongue slightly.
I let out a small gasp and pulled the hot coffee from my lips. “Damn, it’s hot.” I said, looking over to Jungkook who was sipping his coffee. “How are you not burning your mouth?”
Jungkook smiled and shrugged. “I guess I can handle a little more heat than you can.” He said, and then winked at me.
“Or maybe you’re just a demon from hell.” I said before blowing on the hot coffee in my hands. “Not even the hottest flames can burn you.”
“There’s only one thing that can burn me.” He said with a smile, and then he leaned over and whispered “You.”
I let out a small burst of laughter before giving him a little smack on his shoulder. “That’s too cheesy. But are right.” I said. “If you pull any major shit on me, I will burn you.”
Jungkook chuckled and then he got off of the bed. He was wearing what looked like black silk pajama pants. “We’ll see about that. I mean you practically melt when I touch you.”
I gave him a glare as I watched him cross the room and walk into the closet. “If I don’t my boyf-“ I paused. Jimin technically wasn’t my boyfriend anymore, but I hated to call him my ex.
“Jimin will burn you.”
I saw Jungkook turn and he walked to the doorway of the closet. He leaned on the doorframe and took another sip of his coffee. “Jimin? Your ex?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said in a quiet voice, looking down at my coffee. “Even though we’re not technically dating, we’re still close.” I finally took another sip of my coffee.
It was still hot, but it didn’t burn my mouth.
“Not technically dating? What does that mean?” I heard Jungkook ask.
I sighed, staring into the coffee mug. I wasn’t sure how to describe our relationship.
I didn’t want to say that we were broken up, but the fact that I had just slept with my boss meant that we really were broken up. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to face Jimin after this.
I felt no guilt, but if Jimin knew that I had slept with the guy I said I hated, then he might hate me.
There may be a chance that we could get back together in the future when our lives weren’t as complicated. Now I was second-guessing the opportunity.
I shook the thought from my head and looked up at Jungkook, who was still staring at me from the doorway. “It’s nothing. Forget it. I guess he really is my ex.”
“You guess?” Jungkook asked.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “OK he definitely is my ex. I just didn’t want to accept it until now.”
“What made you change your mind?” Jungkook asked, finishing off the coffee in his hand.
I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to give him yet another boost of his overflowing confidence.
I looked back to my coffee a raised the mug to my lips, but right before I took a sip I said in a quiet voice: “You.”
I didn’t even have to look at Jungkook to see the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, but I heard him set the coffee mug on the marble island of the closet.
I finished drinking my coffee in bed while I heard Jungkook moving his things in the closet. Once I finished my coffee, I reached over and set the empty mug down on the nightstand.
When I turned back toward the closet, I saw Jungkook standing in the doorway dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
He held up a large white button-down shirt that looked too big even for him.
“Your chest probably won’t fit into my smaller work shirts, but I have this for you to wear until my cousin comes by with some underwear and a change of clothes for you.
” He said before he walked over to me.
I looked at him, puzzled. “You told your cousin to buy me underwear and clothes?” I asked, taking the shirt from his hands.
He nodded. “Yeah, on our way here last night I texted her. That’s why I asked for your underwear size at the restaurant.”
So that’s why he was on his phone while we rode in the car from the restaurant. I held up the shirt and shrugged.
I then slipped my arms through the short sleeves and buttoned the shirt all the way down. It was a little bit sheer, but at this point, I didn’t really care.
I could see the inside of the closet from here, and my dress and bra weren’t there. “Where are my clothes?” I asked, looking up at Jungkook as I swung my legs over the bed.
“They’re in the laundry.” He said and nodded toward the bag that was still sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. “I even got your work clothes in there.”
“Then why are you making your sister buy me a whole new outfit?” I asked, sliding off the bed and standing up on the soft carpet.
“Because if you feel like putting up with me for another day this week, we could go out for breakfast.” He said with a smile.
“And I don’t want you to wear the same clothes you wore to work yesterday.”
I knew there was no arguing with him. His sister already got the memo, so it was too late to try and change his mind. “When will she be here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Probably within the next ten minutes or so.” He said, and then he walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. He looked back at me and nodded his head toward the hallway.
“I want to show you something.”
I shuffled over to the door and followed Jungkook out into the hallway. I followed him to the door that was to the right of the bedroom door at the end of the small hallway.
He opened the door and walked in. I followed him into what looked like an office.
A large dark wood desk stood to the right of the room between the door we just came through and two other doors at the end of the hallway. The carpet was the same cream color as Jungkook’s room.
The two doors stood opposite one another, with one being on the wall to the left, and the other on the wall to the right. I followed Jungkook to the door on the left wall.
He opened it and I followed him inside. It was another office, with a large desk on the right, and a small desk in the left corner.
The wall opposite where I stood was all glass and a glass door opened to a small room with a table and chairs.
The carpet continued until the small glass room, where the floor was a dark grey marble.
“I know Jin always went to the office, but there might be some days where I can just work from here.” Jungkook said, stopping in front of the large dark wood desk.
He turned to face me and leaned on the desk. “My cousin’s husband worked from home, and she was his assistant. She sat at the desk out there.” He said, gesturing toward the other office.
“I’m planning to have both desks set up soon. If you don’t want to stay at the office for those extra hours, you could come here to work.” He paused. “If you think you can concentrate on work.
” He said with a smirk.
“That might be a little difficult if you’re in the room. I’m glad the offices are separate.” I said, leaning against the doorway. I looked to my right to find a door right next to me.
The door was slightly open, so I peered in to see that it was a bathroom. I then looked back at Jungkook and tilted my head.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that I can work here? At your place?” I asked.