Not So Shy! | | JJK [ON HOLD]

09

«Kristen»

"Mr. Jeon, I am not late intentionally-" This is all because of my freaking frenemy Nathan. Fuck that dude. "-there was traffic." I complete. He scoffs keeping his palm on the big table leaning to the side. "I am not a teacher nor are you a student so please stop making childish excuses." I open my mouth to say something but he doesn't give me a chance. 

"A person who doesn't value their time can't value anything in their life." Okay, there he got harsh. If there's traffic it's not my fault.

"Mr. Jeon, I accept my mistake and I can convince you I will not be late from now onwards." He raises a brow crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't have to look intimidating doing that.

But he did.

"Good. But the meeting is canceled." I tilt my head. "Excuse me?" He shrugs taking another step closer as I step back. 

"I mean, Jungkook c'mon. Don't do this. You can at least-" His brows come together. With every step he takes toward me, I take a step back. He corners me in the huge conference room. "Bend my rules? For Mrs. Jeon, huh?" I am unable to keep eye contact. Blood rushes to my cheeks and I try to look past the fact that he called me Mrs. Jeon.

Of course, I am. But it is just weird hearing from his mouth because it kind of makes me want to fold.

Okay. Be professional. Be professional. Be professional. BE PROFESSIONAL.

"Um, yeah?" I say confusingly. He can do at least that for me.

AND WHERE GOES THE PROFESSIONALISM NOW?

I mean- I don't even know anymore. My mind has gone blank. "No." He rejects me firmly looking down at me. 

"I am a man of principles and no woman, not even my wife can change that, got it?" I am a smart woman who always has an answer, but Jungkook has this strange ability to shut me up, which is starting to get attractive. 

"It was just about ten minutes." I tell him holding his intense gaze. I can't believe I am justifying.

He drops his head, his hair falling over his forehead. I almost miss the smirk on his face. 

"Ten minutes could be a lot, Kristen." If I thought my nickname sounded like the best name from his mouth, my full name sounded like heaven. Like the best word. 

Jungkook is staring at me like he wants to pin me down on his conference table, break all his principles, and kiss me in his holy workplace. But I know, it's only me imagining all sorts of stuff. 

"I will schedule our next meeting and if you are late for this meeting, I'll not let you go so easily. You'll pay extra since you are my wife." His smile is devilish and I feel like grinning but I don't. 

This man has a completely different professional personality and it is a hundred times hotter than the personality I have known. 

"Yeah, Kristen?" He says when I have said nothing for a long time. He might have stepped closer because I can feel his breath on my lips. My stomach flips inside. The last time I was so close to him was when I was sleeping on a terrifying windy night in his arms. That's the most intimate we have ever gotten. 

But I liked this intimacy more. 

The fucking intimacy where his closeness killed me without him even needing to touch me. 

I nod my head. He tilts his head raising a brow. 

"Sorry? Didn't hear you." How can he both make my stomach flip and make me want to punch him all at the same time?

"Yes, I won't be late for the next meeting." He looks into my eyes. "Better" There is a moment of silence between us before he walks out of the conference room while I stand there processing what just happened. 

I refuse to believe the guy who was here a few seconds ago is the Jungkook I married.

Where is the shy boy who blushes and barely talks to me?  

"Are you okay? What happened in here Ma'am?" Karen comes inside. I shut my eyes. Jungkook did not need to make such a huge drama. I was only ten minutes late. 

"Meeting canceled." I walk out of the Jeons building. Karen drives this time. The whole time I am staring out of the window. 

As much as Jungkook infuriates me, he also makes my cheek turn wine-red within seconds. For the rest of the afternoon, he is in my mind. I can't focus on my work anymore. 

Later in the evening, I go to the hotel for evening time snacks with my parents. 

They ask me about my life. I tell them it is just fine. I totally forget to confront my parents about the deal with the Jeons. Of course, I would. We are having a fun conversation and my parents are telling me stories of their love marriage. 

At seven, I get back home and Jungkook is still not there. I freshen up and prepare dinner for the two of us.

He is back by 8 pm. He greets me but I ignore him. He freshens up as I serve the food on the table. When he comes down we eat in silence. I don't talk much today like I usually do. 

Deep down, I know I am impressed that Jungkook kicked me out of his office because if he would have spared me this time I would have taken advantage shortly. It is hot. I mean, that not bending rules for Mrs. Jeon. 

Watch me make you do exactly that, Jeon Jungkook.

I pick up our empty utensils and wash the dishes in the sink. "Something happened? You are acting unlike yourself today." Jungkook's voice comes from behind me. When I don't reply, he speaks again, this time his voice is closer.

"Don't tell me it is because of what happened at the office." That's right. 

I turn around. "What do you think?" He sighs rubbing a hand down his face. "Kris, I have always separated my personal life from my professional life, and I would like that to stay the same." I dry my hands facing him again. I tilt my head resting my palms on the kitchen counter.

"What we do at the company remains inside the four walls of the company and what we do in the house remain inside the four walls of this house, yeah Kris?" 

I stare at him for a good few minutes. What do I do with this man?

"You are intolerable." But I am grinning so wide that my cheeks hurt. Jungkook's eyes are shining and he looks perfectly fine in his big tee and comfy shorts. A casual domestic look. "You said you liked a challenge." He shrugs innocently resting his head on the cabinet behind him.

Every time I think he can't look more attractive, he breathes, does the smallest act, and proves me wrong.  

 "Here I am letting my intrusive thoughts win so I am going to say something to you." Jungkook waits for me to continue. 

"You are not so insufferable when you are acting like a total professional jerk." I tell him. 

He chuckles. There! The Jungkook I married is back because this guy is blushing. "Thank you?" I shake my head. He would never know how to respond to a compliment. I bet never. 

"You are bipolar." I tell him before I walk past him climbing upstairs to our bedroom. Which looks more like my style now that I have recreated it. 

Jungkook's big shirtless seductive photo frame still hangs there and I like it that way. 

I am still smiling like a crazy woman.

I make my bed, ready to head to the shower when my phone buzzes and I receive a text from an unknown number. 

Sweetie, you look better with me than that good-for-nothing husband of yours. 

It is Caleb again. I block this number too tossing my phone on the side table. 

Oh, God. My life is just perfect. Please keep my ex out of it.