BRIDE WITH BENEFITS | JJK

19

"Where does that door lead to?" Jungkook asks pulling away from you trying to speak of something other than love confessions.

"Oh it's the designer's office," you say holding his hand and dragging him along with yourself.

You open the connecting door and turn the lights on. He looks around, the walls are covered with a beautiful wallpaper. There are different pieces of clothing hanging around neatly. There's a sewing machine, many types of textiles, some other machines too.

There's a heap of scrap pieces of clothing. Pieces that came out defective from the factory, cut outs from clothes and other things that would need to be recycled. There are boxes kept for them but they are overflowing. That's something you'll have to ask someone to focus on.

Everyone's been so focused on the recent havoc that nobody remembered to take these to the factory to get recycled. It's not their fault, you know very well.

"Oh wait daisy, I almost forgot," Jungkook talks to himself then sighs in disappointment.

"What?" You ask.

"Remember once we were talking and you said you'd like me to give you a nickname which only I can call you with," he speaks standing near you. His eyes shine with excitement that he's unable to contain inside him for too long.

"So..." you wait for him to continue. He's piqued your curiosity. You get memories of the conversation on a lazy saturday afternoon just after you'd come back from Jeju.

"Daisy." He says. "While I was driving to come here, this song by wave to earth came up and it just instantly reminded me of you."

"Okay," you smile at him then turn around. He walks around looking at things.

A mirror attached to the wall grabs Jungkook's attention. It's sparkly clean despite not being very regularly cleaned.

You stand in front of him. He rests his hands on your shoulders. He stares into the mirror looking at your reflection.

He unzips your dress. It's a long dress with full sleeves similar to hanbok style sleeves. It actually has a print defect but there was nothing else wrong with it so you kept it for yourself. There's nothing underneath the dress.

As soon as he discovers that he loses his mind.

"You're so beautiful, how can anybody not fall in love with you?" He whispers in your ear. You blush.

You blush even harder when he slowly slides down the sleeves down your shoulders.

"We've done this before. Why are you getting shy?" He asks.

"It's just that tonight's different, very special," you tell him.

The dress drops down to the floor pooling around your feet. He removes the claw clip holding your hair up.

You've been naked in front of him before. Still this feels much more vulnerable. The mirror makes you way more aware of your nakedness and his gaze on you.

His gaze on you is different tonight, mostly it's one of lust and attraction but tonight it's that mixed with other deeper emotions.

"Feel how sexy you are right now, feel it." He picks your hand up rests it on your breast. He slides it down alongwith his own hand on top. Moving down your belly, you reach the top of your mound.

"Touch yourself for me while I get naked for you," he orders.

You stand unresponsive when he lightly slaps your ass making you moan.

"You like that huh?" He smirks.

"Do it again," you say courageously.

"Oh yeah? First be a good girl and rub yourself," he says.