OFFICE ROMANCE

Jungkook~009

I was this close to wrecking her up, fucking her minds out and making her speak sweet apologies yet I backed off from my words and warnings even when I knew it would be the best moment of my life.

As if the biggest enemy of my life was on the edge of a cliff, yet I denied the opportunity to push her away.

Fingering wasn't what I had planned. It was more than just that.

Redhead loved to get on my nerves but this time she crossed her limits. She was doing it on purpose, so it wasn't just me who was desperate.

My ego might have thought of ways to make her cry but in the end, my mind told me the consequences I might have to face, that was probably addiction, quite more than I may already have.

I was glad I didn't get carried away by my outrage and ended up hurting her for hurting my ego.

I was already mad at myself for thinking so much about her, from reading her CV many times to seeing her in my dreams every night.

This was turning unhealthy and not where I would accept it to be.

I wasn't mad at her for framing me as a syphilis patient, I was rather mad at her for making me feel restless for her, for always pushing me to the edge.

'I fucking hate you Jeon Jungkook!'

Did she really have to say that right after our first kiss? Well, not like I expected any sweet talk from her anyway.

I had kissed plenty of women in my life, but nobody tasted like her. Fierce, warm, uncertain, cinnamon and orange.

It was an unplanned kiss yet it was better than any planned one, it was addicting.

It had been an hour since that but I could still feel her lips on mine, the taste of them, the warmness they carried and the absence of her bitter comments in it.

It was a fucking short kiss, yet I could write books about what I felt at that moment and how magical it was.

It set fireworks inside me, bloomed flowers in my body and grew my desire for salvation more.

I might be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to kiss her again, hold her roughly, so close we could embed in each other and passionately hate her just as I fuck her.

I stared at my hand that had tugged on her soft brown locks. It was a pleasure to see her tear up at the pain.

There was so much I wanted to do to her, to the extent her existence goes extinct just like my desire to stay far from her.

Stuff that was quite far from the reach of the imagination of mankind. Something menacing, yet soul gratifying.

Like a journey to find a drug when I was already intoxicated.

I looked at the coat she had thrown ink on and I sighed shaking my head at her stupidity.

She didn't need to leave a mark on my clothes on our every meeting when our every meet-up was deeply embedded in my heart, each moment was captured in my eyes and the imprints were nicely settled on my soul, like a possession.

"Your skin's glowing!" Namjoon smiled walking inside our usual, expensive and vintage pool room.

"Snail cream wasn't a hype I guess!" I smiled standing up. He removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

We used to hang out at such places at least once a month, discussing personal and official business. Mentioning strategies and tactics to crack certain crackhead CEOs, discuss ways to increase the price of the shares of the company and many more.