"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. I know you want to pull up this dress and 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 and the status to be there. How convenient it was for her situation, considering something 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 bonus. Being hidden away in plain sight was thrilling. And what can she say? It's another excuse to wear a pretty dress and show off to the man who seems to have no interest.
Currently, said male watched as she did her makeup in the vanity mirror, her dress not yet zipped up in the back so her skin was showing. She didn't do it to tease, but maybe if she knew that his eyes were particularly looking there she would've. She was too immersed in applying eyeshadow to concern herself with where her bodyguard's eyes were.
He was waiting for her to say anything, 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 beautiful 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.
After 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 from the seat and he approaches her from behind. She watched him in the mirror, seemingly enthralled with how much darker his eyes looked behind the simple black mask he wore that matched his suit, showing off the muscles that made her drool.
But what made her heart race was the way he looked at her. As he slowly zipped the back of her dress, he held eye contact, and for no good reason at all, she could feel her face getting warm and that led to dirty jokes she was making in her head. Like how she'd prefer if he slipped the dress off and-
"Nervous?", his soothing voice cuts her thought short and she doesn't hesitate in shaking her head.
"There's no reason to be. You're a good shot so I know you'll get the job done", she responds while grabbing the silver mask from the vanity and putting it on.
"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 are-"
"I'm not", she cuts him off before he can finish, assuring him with a stern look in the mirror.
"Good, we already went over the plan earlier with everybody so we're all set. Are you ready for this?", he ducks down to whisper in her ear, making her slightly shiver and he resists the urge to smile upon seeing that reaction.
She held her head high and her eyes were bewitching to him, and he knew at that moment that he was indeed under her thrall now, "I was born ready."
With that, his gloved hand rests on the small of her back as they descend the stairs to see the prince himself adorned in black, white, and silver along with a silver mask just like his sister.
