Rolex

Chapter 45

The next morning, l groggily opened my eyes, only to be met with the relentless assault of a pounding headache, courtesy of the worst hangover l'd had in ages. Dragging myself to the mirror, I was taken aback by my own reflection. But what truly shook me to the core wasn't the disheveled hair or the remnants of last night's makeup - it was the sudden flood of memories from the drunken haze of the previous evening.

Every detail played out before me with painful clarity, none more vivid than the memory of that incredibly intimate kiss I shared with Jungkook last night.

"Should I make them swollen enough so that the first thing on your mind tomorrow morning will undoubtedly be thoughts of me?"

His words echoed in my mind, and to my dismay, he hadn't been bluffing. My lips were indeed a mess— swollen and tingling with the lingering warmth of our embrace, a constant reminder of our reckless impulsiveness.

As my gaze shifted downward, I noticed a small hickey on my shoulder. I couldn't help but begrudgingly admire Jungkook's cunning choice of location, making it easy for me to conceal with a turtleneck. My eyes lingered on my lips and the mark on my skin, each serving as a vivid reminder of the events of the previous night.

In a flash, my mind was transported back to the rooftop, where our kisses had ignited a passion that had lain dormant for seven long years. I remembered the desperation in our movements, as if we were trying to reclaim all the time we had lost. His touch was electric, his kisses leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

Despite the alcohol coursing through my veins, I was consumed by the heat of the moment, wanting nothing more than to lose myself in him completely.

Somewhere amidst the haze, I recalled being lifted into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to a nearby bench. The sensation of his lips trailing down my neck sent shivers down my spine, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment washing over me. In that moment, I felt a connection that transcended time and space, a longing that had never truly faded.

But as he pulled away, a hint of regret flickered in his eyes, his thumb caressing my lips with a tenderness that caught me off guard. "What should I do? Your lipstick is all smudged now."

Despite the passion that had ignited between us, he was still concerned about the trivialities, his sincerity leaving me momentarily speechless.

"Jeon Jungkook, you scoundrel!" I exclaimed, the frustration and confusion swirling within me as I struggled to make sense of it all. With a heavy sigh, I buried my face in my hands, unsure of what to do. ''Whatever its not like i will ever meet him again anyway.''

But dang he really wasn't holding back last night.

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I arrived at work, but it wasn't the same place where I had that nerve-wracking interview with Jungkook. Today, I was at a different office, hoping to escape the emotional upheaval from last night. As I walked in, a colleague greeted me. He was in his late twenties, a person I had worked with on a task last month. His neat brown hair and well-groomed appearance made him look professional and approachable. His build was solid, and his attire was impeccably neat, making him a pleasant presence to be around.

Dohwa and I made our way to the cafeteria, where I noticed the atmosphere was louder than usual. It was unlike the calm environment I was used to. Looking around, I saw that there was a distribution of free goodies and supplements from one of our affiliated companies.

To my shock, there stood Jeon Jungkook, casually talking to my team leader, flashing that signature executive director smile of his. No wonder the product name they were promoting seemed familiar—it was one of the new releases from his company.