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Jungkook is looking, or probably more like staring, at the young woman who steps into the office, dressed in a short, checkered skirt and a tight top that leaves little to the imagination of whether she has boobs or not because that she definitely does.

He can't believe his own eyes. It's you, Jungkook's boss' daughter.

You're waltzing into the office just like one would expect from the CEO's daughter, confident and aware of the gazes that follow you every time you pass by a desk, older and younger men all following you with their eyes. The women are shooting judgmental looks at you though. The judgment in their eyes is a stark contrast to the men who look like they're devouring you with their eyes only, Jungkook included because he's pretty sure you weren't this grown up the last time he saw you almost six months ago. Or maybe he just hasn't been paying attention every time you've come to the office in those six months.

That isn't the case though.

Jungkook would've noticed you, he's sure of it. You'd always make sure to greet him whenever you saw him around the office. He's fully aware that you haven't been visiting your father at work for a long time, probably just busy with college and other things people your age have going on in their daily lives.

Shock paints Jungkook's face when you pass him, throwing a wink in his direction while smirking softly as you continue your stride to your father's secluded office located in the far back of the open office space. His head moves on its own as his eyes follow you, watching you come to a stop in front of the door to your father's office, knocking before peeking your head inside. Jungkook can't hear what you say to your father, but that is the last thing on his mind as you glance over your shoulder, eyes meeting Jungkook's. You smile knowingly at him before stepping inside the office, closing the door behind you.

Did you just flirt with him? Without saying a single word?

Jaemin, the young intern standing beside Jungkook's desk, clears his throat after what feels like several hours, catching Jungkook's attention once again. His own throat feels a bit dry as he returns to the task at hand, trying his best to focus and not think about his boss' daughter who just openly flirted with him. The intern's questions about upcoming marketing campaigns are muffled in his ears as he glances back at the door you just entered, wondering what the hell just happened.

Inside of your father's office, you're unable to focus on the things he's talking about – something about the new campaigns coming up soon and how Jungkook is the one with the brains to plan such a groundbreaking marketing strategy.

However, the only thing on your mind is the way said brainiac was gaping at you when you walked into the office. The thought brings a tingle up in your stomach and a bit of pride to your chest. You've been trying so hard to make him see you for who you actually are and not just as his boss' immature daughter who has a massive crush on him.

Maybe after today, he'll finally realize that you're not some teenage girl anymore. You haven't been for a while but Jungkook hasn't noticed, just barely glancing your way when you'd greet him every time you've been at the office. Now after six months of having a busy schedule with college, friends, work, and other things, you're finally back to visiting your father's office again and a part of you wants to teach Jungkook a lesson, pull him through torturing games of teasing until he realizes that you're woman enough for him despite the age gap of nine years between the two of you.

Yes, your crush might've been slightly exceeded at times, especially when you were fifteen and he'd just glance your way without saying a single word and you'd blush so hard because the most handsome man you've ever seen in your fifteen years of life was looking at you for merely two seconds. You had tried to convince yourself in the years after that your crush on him would dissolve at some point, but just the bare mention of Jungkook by your father would have you daydreaming once again. And even though you haven't been to the office in half a year, he has still been occupying your mind. How could he not when your father gushes about him every time you speak to him on the phone?

So yeah, screw Jeon Jungkook and his handsome face.

"Well," your father sighs from his chair behind his desk, "as much as I don't want to, I have to kick you out, pumpkin. I have a meeting with Jungkook in a few minutes."

You look up at him from your seat in one of the leather couches he has in his office. He smiles warmly at you, glancing you over as his smile slowly fades into a faint frown. You know what he's thinking; when did my little girl grow up?
The truth is your father doesn't really approve of your way of dressing or the fact that you've added more than one earring to each of your earlobes, but you're twenty years old now. You're not a little girl anymore. Instead you've grown up to be a young woman who knows exactly what she wants and what you want, you will get.

Including Jungkook.

"It's all good," you tell your father just as a knock sounds on the door. A tingle erupts in your stomach, well aware of who it is. You get up from your seat, throwing your purse over your shoulder before moving towards the door to open it. Jungkook appears on the other side, his eyes widening in surprise to see you right in front of him.

"Hi Jungkook," you offer him a smile, hints of a smirk mixed into it.

"Oh," he mutters, his brain overworking as he tries to muster up a friendly smile, but nothing seems to appear on his face, "hey-"

You cut him off before he can say more: "My dad was just telling me about the staff party this weekend," you say, still smiling, "any chance I'll see you there?"

Jungkook wets his lips as he glances at your lips, before nodding, "right, the party... Absolutely."

"Good," you smirk softly, eyeing him up and down briefly before turning around to face your father. Jungkook can't help himself as his eyes drop, zooming in on the way your checkered skirt falls perfectly over the round curve of your ass. Your legs look really nice too in those platform sneakers you're wearing. Oh, the twitch he feels in his fingertips as he feels an urge to just grab your ass and squeeze it between his- Stop, no, what the hell, Jungkook?

"Bye, daddy!"

Jungkook stiffens in his spot as the words leave your mouth, one specific word making something in him twist.

Oh, hell no, Jungkook curses inwardly as he lets out a deep sigh. His eyes are quick to look up again as you turn back around to face him, smiling at him so sweetly that, for a second, he forgets you just openly flirted with him again and said 'daddy' even though you never call your father that.

"See you at the party," you softly say with a knowing smile, letting your shoulder brush Jungkook's as you move past him.

Jungkook automatically turns to watch you walk away, his eyes following the length of your bare legs that are some of the nicest ones he's seen his entire life. He has no control over his thoughts as he wonders what they'd look like wrapped around his waist as he showers your body in kisses and purple bruises-

Your father clears his throat behind him causing him to whip around, eyes wide and heart beating fast. His boss looks at Jungkook with squinted eyes, silently telling him to quit staring at his daughter.

God, Jungkook needs to get these completely wrong and inappropriate thoughts out of his head or he'll end up doing something he might regret later on.