Crimson Park

Chapter 8

After the meeting, working became a bit of a rollercoaster. You couldn't shake Jungkook, and he was around you so much. You scolded yourself for thinking about him. How could you? It was totally unprofessional – even in an illegal organisation, you knew it was inappropriate to proposition him and to have these feelings of desire for him. He was your employee. So, instead, by day you resigned yourself to the everlasting battle of not fantasising about him. But he made it near impossible. His hair a mess when he was working hard on something made you think of how you would dishevel it with your fingers. The way he'd sit even made you want to crawl into his lap and feel how solid he was beneath you. And those arms of his – those strong arms and hands made you think about how tight they'd grip you and how they'd manhandle you into giving you pleasure.

By night, however, you found yourself even more restless. The visions of Carter's torture still haunted you as did the visions you had of Jungkook throughout the course of the day. The contrasting pictures left you needy and wanting for release, and so you went out – more than usual – and went looking for anyone to fill the void and make you forget it all.

It was one in the morning when you heard footsteps through your hall and the slamming of your front door. It made your stomach flip. Jungkook had just escorted out your latest fling after he had gotten testy over you not wanting to suck his dick.

"Y/N!" Jungkook called. His tone wasn't filled with caution the way it had been so many times before. It was aggravated. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here," you replied. He came out of the foyer like a hurricane. His heavy steps clomped into the living area, and he roughly flicked the light switch to illuminate the space. You were seated at the table by the window - still in your party dress - a glass of red in your hand and your feet propped up on the chair across from you.

His chest rose and fell heavily, and you could see him trying to wrangle his emotions.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Jungkook," you rose from your seat and crossed the room to set your glass next to the sink.

You turned back to him and waited for him to say something. You could feel it coming tonight.

"This..." he gestured with his hand. "This right here, has to stop."

And there it was.

Your eyes narrowed at him, ensuring he knew he was entering dangerous territory - but his brows were furrowed in a way that told you that he didn't care.

"What has to stop?" you spoke, being sure to be assertive.

"This... all of these faceless dicks you keep parading in and out of here has to stop."

You scoffed. "Firstly, you're in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do." You strode past him, letting a well fired glare linger before you made your way down the hall. "Secondly," you called back before you were out of earshot, "I never pegged you for someone who had an issue with women enjoying casual sex."

You entered your room and took a seat at your vanity, pulling off your jewellery and carefully hanging the pieces away. You heard Jungkook's footsteps and assumed he was leaving, but you realised they were coming to you.

He stepped into the room ignoring any need for an invite.

He stood there for a while in silence, his gaze inspecting the ruffled creases of your bed where you and the last guy had gotten started. His nose curved and a muscle ticked over his jaw as he mulled over the sight. He then turned to you, looking at you through your mirror, but you avoided meeting his eyes.

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't enjoy casual sex, Y/N. You know that's not what this is about."

"I don't know what this is about. Why don't you enlighten me?"