"Careful, I scratch and bite." Her face inches from his, patiently waiting for him to give in.
But, he doesn't give in, not yet. He takes one step closer and bends down to whisper in her ear, "you'll beg and crawl too.... I promise."
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Henry is waiting outside the office with a bag in his hand when Jisoo arrives in the next morning.
She's truly exhausted, slept poorly when she was trying to. When she wasn't having sex with someone she still feels like she probably shouldn't be, and wondering if that's something that actually makes it better than it could be.
She needs coffee and some lip balm and probably a hair brush. She assumes she looked like shit though RM says otherwise.
Henry says, "Change of clothes," and passes her the bag, and... She knows her face is betraying her question of how he knew. (She's also wondering how much he knows.) "Let's go get breakfast and you can change in the bathroom."
He sounds different. More firm. More serious unlike his normal self. She wants to know what's wrong with him. Maybe this is just what he's like when he's doing his little mafia duties.
He buys her drink while she changes. The clothes are hers. Which means he was in her house. But at this point nothing the Moretti's can accomplish surprises her; when he went and how he knew where to get her stuff is the interesting part. RM obviously asked. She wonders how that conversation went. How the man explained what had happened and why she was still at his house and why the two of them were meeting alone to talk through the plan.
Henry will know that either RM had wanted her alone for reasons other than just a strategy session, or he viewed her as more senior than Henry or Jungkook. That couldn't be right. Henry, perhaps. But Jungkook? His right hand man? There isn't a world in which he'd ever trust her over him.
Henry hands over her iced americano; carrying it in between two fingers as though just needing to hold it is painful. God, Italians are such fucking snobs about coffee for no good reason.
She rattles the ice against the sides of the plastic cup just to be a brat. He does not seem amused.
"What's with you?" she asks after a long sip.
To his credit, that's all it takes for him to spill all his feelings.
"I don't like that I wasn't able to protect you. That's my job here. Even if you're with him. Fucking especially then," he says, angry, quite upset. "If I don't know where you are, I'm useless. And now I know you're out there coming face to face with J...with danger when I'm watching cringe k-dramas with my wife."
He's being very sweet.
He's also a complete idiot.
"Henry, you know you should be able to watch cringe k-dramas with your wife without concern," she reminds him. Because perhaps he doesn't actually know. "And I'm fine. Living, breathing, wearing my most expensive suit, which I can't decide if you've done on purpose."
That gets a grin from him. "I didn't. They all look the same to me."
"Don't let your boss hear you say that." Her tongue betrays her as those words slips her mouth too quickly.
