When I got home I wanted to tell Yoongi what happened, but Jungkook’s words repeated in my mind. Don’t tell anyone about this.
I was so confused as to what happened, but I couldn’t talk about it with anyone. The worst part was that I didn’t feel guilty about kissing Jungkook, even with my strong feelings for Jimin.
I was confused and questioning my sanity, but one thing I knew was that I enjoyed the kiss, despite the rocky start I had with Jungkook.
Maybe it was the soft side of him that made me melt because the arrogant Jungkook only got on my nerves.
The next day felt a little awkward seeing Jungkook for the first time since our kiss last night. He had the same arrogant personality that I had always seen.
Jungkook didn’t mention anything about what happened between us, even for the rest of the week. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I just dreamed of the kiss.
I felt the tension between us, but I thought I was imagining it. Each night we sat together after hours and poured over paperwork.
Our hands touched, and we sat close to one another, but nothing more happened like Monday night. Maybe he was regretting it?
Friday finally arrived after working ten hours for the past four days. I felt exhausted, but for the fifth time I brought Jungkook’s coffee to his office in the morning.
“What would you like for dinner tonight, Miss. Bennett?” I heard Jungkook ask as I turned to walk back to my office.
I looked at him, puzzled for a second before I remembered that he said he would take me out for dinner every Friday to make up for the coffee I brought him every morning.
I thought he was kidding, but this question made me realize that he was serious. I had to take a second to compose myself before I could think of what I wanted to eat.
“Italian, I suppose?” I hadn’t eaten good Italian food in a long time, so the thought popped up at the mention of dinner.
Jungkook nodded and picked up his coffee. “Italian it is, then. We’ll leave from here when we’re done.” He said with a smile before he sipped his coffee.
“Are we staying late again?” I asked, dreading the thought of another ten hour day.
“That depends.” Jungkook said, setting his coffee mug back onto his desk. “Did you bring a change of clothes?”
I creased my eyebrows and shook my head. “No, why would I need a change of clothes?”
Jungkook just stared at me for a coupled seconds as if I was going to say something else. “Do you think we’ll be going to a chain restaurant or something like that?”
I shrugged. “What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“I thought by now you would have grasped my expensive taste.” Jungkook said with a smirk on his lips. “I don’t do cheap restaurants.
I suggest you bring some nice clothes to change into from now on. Call your roommate and ask him to bring a dress for you. You can keep your clothes in the closet I have in here.
” He said, motioning toward the small closet in the corner that held his jacket, a spare suit, a duffel bag, and a change of shoes.
“What if he can’t bring my things?” I asked.
“Would you like me to pick out a dress for you?” he asked, folding his hands over his desk.
The thought of Jungkook buying me a dress made me cringe. “I’ll make sure he brings it.” I said before I turned and walked back into my office.
I called Suga, who sounded like he had just gotten up. After spending almost a half hour describing in detail what to bring me, he finally got my things together.
“What is this for, anyway?” Suga asked. “Do you have a hot date or something?”
I blushed, feeling relieved that he couldn’t see my face right now. “Kind of.” I said quietly. “When can you bring it?” I asked.
“I should be there in about an hour.” Suga said.
“OK, thanks Suga!” I said, before hearing Suga murmur a little ‘Yeah’ before he hung up.
I got back to work, relieved to know that I had my own dress to wear tonight.
Suga came into my office about an hour and a half later, still in his PJs and carrying my large white bag with my dress and shoes inside.
I quickly checked to make sure Suga get the right things, and luckily he did.
As I hugged Suga and thanked him, I heard a knock come from the door to Jungkook’s office. I looked over to see Jungkook standing in the doorway.
He gave Suga a little nod before looking back at me.
“Put the dress in my closet. We have a meeting to go to in five minutes.” Jungkook said before disappearing back into his office.
I looked back at Suga, who was staring at the empty doorway with his mouth hanging open. I put my hand under his chin and pushed his bottom jaw up, closing his mouth.
“You like what you see?” I asked, holding back my laughter.
Suga looked at me and then pointed toward the door. “If I were a woman, I would lick the floor for that guy. I don’t care what you say about him.
” And with that, he smiled and then walked out the door.
I chuckled and shook my head. He always said the strangest things. I quickly hung up my dress in the closet before we went to our meeting.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful with the exception of Hobi and Taehyung barging in any second they could spare to hang out in my newly decorated office.
At five o’clock, everyone started leaving, and by six o’clock almost everyone had left except for the cleaning crew.
After the cleaning crew swept through the offices, I decided it was time for me to get changed.
I closed my office door and locked it, and closed the blinds on the windows before I walked over to the door to Jungkook’s office. It was unlocked, so I turned the handle and walked in.
I looked over toward the closet and I was startled when I found a shirtless barefoot Jungkook standing in front of the closet door.
The dim light of the office barely outlined the muscles on his body. He wasn’t bulky, but he had a six-pack, strong arms, and a hard chest.
I stood there staring at his body, completely lost in my own world before I snapped back to reality a few seconds later. “Oh, sorry. I can come back.” I turned to walk back into my office.
“You can stay if you’d like.” Jungkook said, hanging up the shirt he had been wearing today.
I turned back around to look back at Jungkook again, who made no effort to throw on a shirt to cover his bare torso. “Actually, I came to get my dress.
” I said, walking over to where Jungkook stood. The closer I got, the more muscle I could make out on his body. It was hard to keep my eyes off of his body.
I stopped right in front of Jungkook, who stood in my way. He was blocking the closet where my dress was. “Maybe you can let me get my dress?”
Jungkook smirked. “Dinner reservation isn’t until eight. We don’t have to leave until seven-thirty.”
“You couldn’t get an earlier reservation?” I asked, then realized it was a Friday night. “Oh, right. It’s always busy on Friday nights.”
Jungkook nodded, looking down at me. “I had to do some sweet-talking to move our reservation up from nine. You can thank me for that.”
“OK, thank you.” I said, smiling up at him.
Jungkook let out a dry chuckle before I felt his arms wrap around my waist. “I think you can thank me in a better way than that. We have almost an hour and a half before we need to leave.”
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a good idea. I took a quick glance around the room. The blinds were drawn and our doors were locked, giving us privacy.
I was afraid things would get awkward if anything escalated, but Jungkook could pretend that our kiss from Monday never happened. Maybe I was the one worrying too much.
I finally looked back up at Jungkook, who seemed to be waiting for my signal. “I don’t think your sweet talking deserves a thank you, since I’m sweet enough to not poison your coffee every day.
” I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “But what did you have in mind for killing time?”
Jungkook grinned at my words for a second. “Let me show you.” He said before closing the gap between us, and pressing his lips against mine.
Every ounce of me that said this was a bad idea was suddenly drowned out by my desire for Jungkook. I hated this man a week ago, and now I was in his arms.
Our bodies pressed against one another as our kiss became more heated, our tongues fighting for dominance.
I felt Jungkook’s hands grip my blouse that was tucked into the knee-length skirt that I had worn today. He untucked my blouse, and his fingers began fumbling with the buttons.
One by one, each button came undone. As soon as the last button was undone, I pulled my shirt off. Jungkook didn’t waste any time before his hands went up to unhook my bra.
I pulled that off as well, all while our mouths attacked one another.
I quickly stepped out of my heels, causing me to shrink in height. My hands moved from Jungkook’s strong shoulders down his chest, and over his hard abs before I found the belt to his pants.
I unbuckled the belt and undid his pants before shoving them down. Our mouths finally caught a break as Jungkook stepped out of his pants.
As soon as his pants were cleared, his hands undid my skirt and he pulled it off of me. We were now both in our underwear in the corner of Jungkook’s office.
My legs were suddenly swept out from under me as Jungkook grabbed my thighs, pulling them up to wrap around his waist. My thighs held onto his waist as he walked over to his desk.
He set me down on the edge of his desk and then leaned in to kiss my neck.