When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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IT HAD BEEN twohours since Y/N had last let me touch her and I was growing impatient.
Funny, how humans were hardwired to always want what was forbidden.
After dropping the ridiculous 'separate bedroom' bomb on me, this girl—my fiancée, had disappeared inside said bedroom only to re-emerge an hour later, freshly showered and ready for lunch.
I wondered if she'd still want to eat if I told her that the only food I was interested in consuming anytime soon was her.
The answer to that was a definite no.
She'd been super diligent about avoiding any physical contact with me for the past one hour, deliberately tiptoeing and shimmying around the kitchen with her elbows tightly pulled into her body just to avoid brushing against me.
Fuck, this girl was petty.
And fuck me, if her antics were helping curb my appetite in any way at all.
All I wanted to do was to grab her by that beautiful fucking waist, spread her legs and fuck her with my tongue right here, right now, on top of the very shelf she was currently leaning over, singlehandedly trying to reach for the spice shakers that the housekeeper had placed a bit too far from the stove.
"Let me get that for you." I offered quickly as she paused to give me a suspicious look before reluctantly stepping away, directing all her attention towards stirring the vegetables sizzling noisily in the pan.
"I just need some black pepper, cayenne and garlic powder...thanks." She mumbled, avoiding touching even my fingers as she carefully plucked the bottles out of my hand.
Hm.
"You know what? That actually looks really good." I started, gesturing towards the pan. "You don't mind if I have a taste, do you?"
I didn't wait for Y/N's response as I walked up to stand right behind her and then, reached forward with a spoon to dip it into the pan.
My mouth twitched with amusement as she paused instantly feeling my body press against hers, nearly freezing in her place when our arms brushed.
"What are you doing?" She asked pointedly, not even turning around to look at me.
Good. I was going to kiss her so hard if she did.
"What?" I asked innocently, lightly placing my hand on her waist for support and then, squeezing gently as I leaned forward to scoop up some of the vegetables. "I told you. I'm just trying to taste the food."
If she was going to tell me off for something as innocent as placing my hands on her waist, I was fully prepared to tell her that touching her was one hundred percent included in my fiancé level privileges.
Much to my satisfaction, however, Y/N stood frozen in her spot, refusing to move a single bone until I finally removed the spoon from my mouth, humming in approval.
