It had been a week since the masquerade ball and thankfully she didn't meet Jungkook after that night. Not that she didn't get the chance to meet him, rather she was avoiding him. When Sohee had invited her for a family dinner four days ago, she declined saying she was busy with her assignment and when two days ago, Sohee suggested her to accompany her , Jungkook and Taehyung to the game parlour she lied about being sick. But today she couldn't deny meeting her, since weekends were meant to be their relaxation days and Sohee made sure that they didn't compromise those days due to anything.
So here she was, in front of the massive entrance of the Jeon mansion, tapping her leg nervously while sitting on the driver's seat. And she knew exactly who was the reason for this light flutter in her stomach.
Sighing, she parked her car in front of the porch. She adjusted her denim skirt before entering the hallway that led to the living room. She would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't dress up for not gaining Jungkook's attention.
While walking down the hallway she greeted all the house helpers and the staff with a pleasant smile and respectful bow. When she reached the living room, she could see the staff members dusting the room which seemed very odd to her since she had heard from her friend that the Jeon mansion was mostly cleaned on the working days since everyone would be out of their house most of the time.
Shrugging on her thoughts, she decided to make her way towards Sohee's room. However, as if all her strings were being pulled, the wet floor didn't get in her sight, making her leg slip due to the soapy texture against the floor. She cursed at her clumsy self to get hit by the hard cold floor, but then once again a familiar pair of hands surrounded her waist to prevent her from falling.
Inhaling the familiar musky, woody fragrance she recognised who he was.. however a single drop of water dripped on her right eye, forcing her to open her orbs. And when she opened her eyes, her soul left her body. With wet hair, casual clothes and the signifying alluring fragrance, Jungkook looked nothing less than a greek god.
"Third time." He whispered a breath apart.
"Huh?"
"This is just the second time we have met , Y/n and this is the third time you have fallen in my arms. Either you are too clumsy or you like to stay in my arms." Jungkook spoke with a cocky smirk making her gain her senses back. Shaking her head , she tried to set herself on her feet again but failed in doing so due to the slippery floor.
"Relax." He chuckled, holding onto her waist securely. "If you struggle you might make us both fall. And I don't think you will be able to bear my weight on top of you. So let me help you."
His wet hair softly caressed her cheek, while his lips glided over her forehead due to their height difference. Jungkook held onto her waist with one hand while his hand daintily grabbed her wrist to help her.
"Hold onto me tightly." He muttered and his words made her grasp his powerful bicep with a greater pressure. She could see the intricate details of his ink due to his sleeveless t-shirt and holy. All that she wished was not to drool at the sight of his magnificent intricates on his arm. When she pressed her fingers on her bicep to gain support, she could feel the strength of his muscles under her fingers. Jungkook pushed her closer, making their chests touch and in that moment his lips touched the length of her neck making her inhale sharply.
When finally he helped her back on her toes, she managed to catch her strangled breath. Still holding in his arms, his lips tugged upwards.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked, making a furrow appear on her face.
"What happened to me? I am completely fine."
"Weren't you sick two days ago when Sohee asked you to accompany us to the game parlour?"
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