Fight for You | JJK

08

You like being in the pool during this time of the year - despite the cold, it turns into a large hot tub that's enough to warm and calm you down.

You enjoy your time alone here, as it's the place where you feel free, with the waves crashing and the scent of the sea relaxing your mind, making you feel as if for this moment, everything is as it should be.

Sometimes you look out into the water, amusing yourself that mermaids are swimming about and waiting for you to join them. It's a thought you always have every time you're out there for a dip; it's one that makes you happy, thinking to yourself that at least in your imagination, you're independent and headstrong.

You hear shuffling in the living room not far from where you are and you turn around to see Jungkook, standing by the sliding doors, with his usual stance, looking out to the water.

You take him in, in his black sweatshirt and jeans, as you asked him to forego the formal outfits for this trip. He's not looking at you, as expected, even when you glide and float around. He just stands there, eyes fixated on something that isn't you.

You're rarely shameless, but something about being here alone with Jungkook and with him looking as handsome as he does right now, makes you want to be. You leisurely step out of the pool in your black swimsuit and stand a few feet away from where he is, taking your towel and wiping your whole body, slow and sensual enough to catch his attention.

But he doesn't look at you; he doesn't even move.

You sigh at the lack of attention and wrap yourself with your robe and proceed to the living room, with Jungkook barely turning towards you.

"Your dinner should be ready by 6:30," he says.

"Will you be joining me?" You look at him eagerly.

"No, ___," he says, briefly meeting your gaze.

"Then have it brought to my room, then," you instruct, turning on your heel and heading up the stairs.

A few hours later, bath and dinner all done, you're sitting on your desk in your room, comfortable in your silk top and pajama shorts, reviewing files and preparing for tomorrow.

There's a knock on the door and you put on your robe and open it.

Jungkook briefly looks at you then turns away. "We leave at 9 in the morning."

"Okay," you smile. "Anything else?"

"Call me if you feel like you're in danger."

You stifle a giggle and hum. "Only when I'm in danger?"

"Yes, nothing more."

"Fine," you pout. "Goodnight, Jeon."

He walks away with no reply.

**

Jungkook's eyes flit from you to his surroundings, mapping out the floor plan of Mrs. Wong's mansion just in case, as he stands guard by the wall in the living room. Across from him, her own bodyguards focus their eyes on him.

He can hear your laughter echo in the big space, the high-pitched one that rings in his head even when you're not around, as if mocking him for the amount of time he spends with you. Which is a lot, given how most of your meetings the past week were done outside of the office.

The meeting takes longer than he had hoped, as he eyes you cross-legged in your navy blue trousers and white polo, looking every bit the wealthy daughter of a CEO that you are, with your jewelry dangling with every movement that you make.

It's 2 hours and 33 minutes later when you're finally handing the documents to Mrs. Wong, which she gleefully signs, followed by a hug that you didn't share earlier. The older woman looks at you fondly as she guides you to the front door for a final goodbye.

"That's more than 30 minutes over the time you said the meeting would go. You'll be a few minutes late for your lunch," Jungkook tells you as he settles in the passenger seat.

"It's okay, it was a success; my uncle will understand," you say.

"I saw her sign the contract."

"She actually agreed 30 minutes in. The next 2 hours was spent convincing her to consider another deal," you say, and he can feel you beaming.

He fights the small smile that forms on his face, as he'd overheard your father guide you on how to convince Mrs. Wong to sign on your terms, as if you're a child who needs step-by-step instructions on how to tie her shoelace.

Jungkook almost felt bad for how it seemed like your own father didn't think you'd get it done, treating you like a distraction or merely a stand-in for him. Jungkook had seen how you smile through those briefings with your father, asking questions and taking in everything he says. Despite Jungkook not being too fond of you, he admits it's nice to see you with this win, as he'd seen you pore over files to pull this through.

The lunch with your uncle takes place rather quickly, and you instruct the chauffeur to drop by the beach before heading to the airport.

Jungkook watches as you sit on the shore, arms supporting your body as you spread your legs and look out into the water. In your 2 days here, he's seen you do that all the time, your eyes gravitating towards the sea whenever it comes into view. He'd seen your smile widen on the plane, too.

He looks up at the gloomy sky and senses it's about to rain, prompting him to grab the umbrella and walk towards you. It's when he feels the first few droplets on his face that he goes closer and places the umbrella over your head.

"No need for that, Jeon. I like the rain," you say, eyes still out on the water.

"You catch a cold easily, ___," he says with a low voice.

"Aww, Jeon. You know that about me?" You turn to him with another one of your flirty smiles.

"I'm required to, ___. It's part of my job."

Your smile fades and you turn back to the sea, letting the silence be drowned out by the pitter-patter of the rain that's now getting stronger. You don't move from your spot and Jungkook sees your trousers now getting wet.

"Come on, ___. You have that fashion show to attend tomorrow and a product launch the day after that," he grumbles. "You can't get sick."

You look at him and lift your arm, silently asking him to pull you up. It's something you do often when you exit the car, as you say that your gown is too heavy for you to manage. He just rolls his eyes, not missing the way your smile turns flirty whenever he takes your hand.

He helps you stand up and you come face to face with him.

"I have my birthday party on Saturday, too," you say excitedly.

"Yes, I received the building's floor plans already."

"Is that necessary?" You playfully roll your eyes.

"Yes, it is."

"Fine," you say, as you enter the car. "But remember to dress to impress!"

"I'm your bodyguard. I have no one to impress."

"Indulge me, Jeon. It's my birthday! Plus, you need to look the part in case you need to pretend you're my boyfriend."

Jungkook chokes on his spit. "Why the hell would I do that?" And he doesn't miss the way the chauffeur widens his eyes in shock with the way Jungkook spoke to you.

"Because Hoseok has a work event that he can't get out of and Yoongi had to go home to Daegu and they're usually my fake boyfriends when uh... I need them to be."

Jungkook doesn't answer, thoughts torn between acting like your fake boyfriend and why you need one.

You take his silence as his agreement. "Great! I actually already ordered your suit," you giggle. "It'll be ready by Thursday."

Jungkook stares out at the road with a displeased look on his face. He already can't wait for this week to be over.