Lifetime

Temptress

With the photoshoot the following day I could barely get back to sleep, amping up with more caffeine than usual so that I held the energy of a kid running to look for gifts under the tree on Christmas morning. I was sure to dress with more comfort than when I worked from the office, on the go so much that I hadn't taken notice of the garment bag hung over Taehyung's shoulder, dragging behind him during our walk home.

He listened to me go on about the photoshoot, much different from last week and feeling like a success. I was exhausted but exhilarated, rambling about Margo's praises to me during the final wrap.

"Well, I guess this will be to celebrate a successful end to the week." He hung the garment bag over the top of my mirror while I removed my jewelry.

"Wait, that's for me? You should have said something." I beamed, tugging down the zipper and pulling back the cloth to get a look at the dress. It didn't look like it would fit me, the fabric constricted so that it appeared two sizes too small.

He stayed behind me, leaning into the arm he propped on the chest I kept by the door. I watched him through the mirror, reading my expression with a leer. "It'll fit," he answered the question in my head, "but I have a request."

"A request?" I arched an eyebrow, facing him.

"When you wear it, don't wear anything under it." The look in his eyes sent the same tinge of heat through my body as when I drank a second glass of wine.

The sound that left my mouth in response was a mix of a scoff and laugh, but when I turned around there wasn't a hint of joking in his expression. He looked like he was challenging me, daring me, maybe even commanding me.

After a shower I took on the task of cooking, starting on a simple chicken and rice dish that was the first my mom ever taught me to make. Taehyung put on a jazz album to play in the background while he washed and picked up around the apartment. Jungkook stayed upstairs to work a little longer, his brow pulling together in surprise when he saw me in the kitchen.

"I didn't know you cooked." He commented, keeping his body from touching mine so that he didn't transfer the wet paint on his shirt and arms to me. He leaned his chin over my shoulder to peek at the dish I was in the middle of seasoning, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"I can, but I don't really enjoy it the way you do." I replied, eyeing him to let him know he'd still be the main cook in the apartment. He disappeared down the hallway to clean up while I finished up, returning to stand over my shoulder and begging to taste the sauce I drizzled over our food like it would injure him to wait a few minutes until we were at the table.

The first week with them was fairly easy, a natural release of the restraints we'd put on the connection for the past month. There was a lot of cuddling and more kissing than I ever did between the two of them. I quickly discovered that Taehyung's need for physical touch increased from its typical baseline and that Jungkook liked things balanced, pouting for an extra kiss or hug every time he witnessed Taehyung get one.

Taehyung's first show was set for Saturday and I was excited to get dressed up for a night out. He left for an early arrival to the club and Jungkook took a shower while I dried my hair, appreciating his silhouette through the shower curtain.

He was quick to wrap a towel around his waist once the water cut off and I kept my gaze to the mirror, grinning when I caught a glimpse of his firm butt in the reflection.

"You're not sneaky you know." He chuckled. I'd just turned off the blow dryer and unraveled the first roller from the front of my head, a single spiral falling down the side of my face.

I stood against the counter and faced him, one of his hands pressing into a grip on my waist while the other reached up to tug at the tight curl. He was still damp and I couldn't help touching him, my palms spreading over his stomach and crawling over his chest until they rested on his shoulders. The low rumble of his breath by my ear made the desire to tug at the tiny piece of cloth that held the towel in place stronger.