hidden tattoos.
known as the chairman's youngest son, someone who in everyone's eyes is considered down-to-earth with a calm demeanor.
till he met delilah jackson
with delilah, everything was raw and real for jungkook.
everything-the good and the ba...
"jungkook, star, aren't you joining us for dinner?" mrs jeon called out, her voice laced with surprise as she spotted her son halfway down the hallway; fiddling with his car keys.
-jungkook's outfit-
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a/n: remember his tattoos are covered...for now.
jungkook stopped in his tracks, "hey, mom. no, i actually have plans tonight."
mrs jeon eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, " are you perhaps going to see her?"
jungkook chuckled, a warm blush creeping up his neck. "yeah, i'm taking her out." the thought of delilah sent a happy flutter through his stomach.
"serious, are we?" mrs jeon teased, her voice gentle.
jungkook stopped for a moment, considering his answer. "yeah, mom," he admitted. "i really like her. a lot.
" alright, have fun and i'd like to meet her soon got it?" mrs jeon said to her son.
" she will meet you when she's ready, mum. gotta go." jungkook quickly kissed her cheek and rushed out to the garage.
jungkook sat in his range rover and placed his head on the wheel. " fuck, i'm so nervous." he muttered and rose his head up starting the car.
he plugged delilah's address into the navigation system, the familiar butterflies erupting in his stomach. pulling up in front of her apartment building, he fumbled for his phone, dialing her number.
pretty doll✨💗: hey, you're here?
bun🐇🤍: yea, i'm outside, sweetheart.
he hopped out of his car and leaned against it waiting for her.
pretty doll✨💗: kk, i'm on my way down.
delilah hanged up and gave herself a twirl in the mirror before leaving her apartment.
-delilah's outfit-
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delilah went and wrap her arms around his neck giving him a hug. jungkook instinctively wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close. she press a lingering kiss on his cheek with her hand holding the other.
jungkook closed his eyes and rest his head on hers. " you look handsome." she smiled, her hand placed on his chest.
" and you, stunning as always." jungkook peck her lips and open the door for her. delilah kissed his cheek as a thank you and sat in the front.
jungkook soon slipped in and leaned over to delilah, his eyes locking onto hers with a desire for a kiss. she cupped his cheek, her fingers gentle against his skin, and pressed her lips to his. jungkook's hand drifted to the small of her back, his fingers tracing circles as the kiss deepened.
delilah's fingers danced across his lip piercing, her thumb parting his lips before her tongue rolled in, tangling with his in a sensual dance. jungkook's response was immediate, his tongue sucking hers in a passionate rhythm.
as they broke apart for air, delilah's fingers brushed against the pendant on his necklace, drawing him closer. jungkook's eyes fluttered closed, his groan muffled by their still-touching lips.
he loved the intoxicating sensation of delilah's kisses, leaving him breathless and wanting more.
boy, is he down bad.
jungkook's lips brushed against delilah's forehead, leaving a gentle, lingering kiss. " you're so beautiful, sweetheart."
