"So good with guns but not so good with women, eh? Or are you just being shy? Come on Jeon, put your hands on me. See why I forgot my panties tonight."
[Jungkook x mc]
Started: 11/13/2023
Finished: 04/22/2024
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The gala was a masquerade event, only for those who had invitations, meaning those with prestige. How convenient it was for them considering what they were about to do would draw attention and the last thing anyone needed was to see their faces. Not that it wouldn't be subtle, but to make things less suspicious, masks were definitely a helpful aid. Being hidden away in plain sight was thrilling.
As she did her makeup in the vanity mirror, the back of her dress left unzipped and showing off skin, her bodyguard watched as he always did. She didn't do it to tease, but maybe if she knew that his eyes were particularly looking there she would've. She was far too immersed in applying eyeshadow to concern herself with where her bodyguard's attention was.
He was waiting for her to say something, to perhaps ask if he was nervous. This was his second nature so he wasn't, more so a bit pleased to see her in that dress that she's been dying to wear. To say he was impressed was putting it lightly. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and he's never struggled to restrain himself before. Hell, he's never had to.
Once she was done applying the rest of her makeup and setting it with a spray, she fanned her face and looked over at him, and thankfully he caught on so he could avert his eyes from her skin just in time.
"Mind zipping me up?"
He gives a nod as she stands up and he approaches her from behind. She watched through the mirror, seemingly enthralled with how much darker his eyes looked behind the black mask he wore that matched his fitted suit, showing off his muscles that made her drool.
What had her heart racing was the way he looked at her. While he took his sweet time zipping her up, his eyes held hers in an intimate grasp. One she didn't dare to break free from. Even though she was flustered, she maintained her sense of composure and let out a heavy breath when her dress was finally form-fitted, the graze of leather leaving her skin cold and wanting.
"Nervous?" His soothing voice cuts through her daydream, and she doesn't hesitate to answer.
"There's no reason to be. You're a good shot so I know you'll get the job done." She grabs the silver mask from her vanity and carefully places it over her eyes, and before she can tie the ribbons, he takes them instead.
"I know you'd never doubt me. But I didn't ask if you thought I could do it. I asked if you were nervous. If you have any doubts about going through with killing your father." He ties the silver into a neat bow around her bun, making it into a hair accessory.
"No doubts and no concerns. I want to do this. I have to." She assures with confidence, feeling in her heart like she's doing right by her mother, and it has this night signifying the start of a new beginning that's been long awaited.
"Good. We already went over the plan with everybody so we're all set. Are you ready for this?" He ducks down to whisper in her ear, his hands respectfully placed on her shoulders as they look at each other through the mirror, half of their faces concealed and it has her shivering.
