Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

22.

Taehyung POV

"Jungkook-ah!" I yell.

"Yes, love?" Jungkook asks, looking up from his computer.

"I'm bored," I say, feeling the restlessness evident in my wandering steps as my fingers lightly graze the various items scattered around the office, seeking a distraction.

Jungkook chuckles. "You're bored? Have you finished all your work?"

"Yeah," I answer.

"Okay then," Jungkook starts, "how about we go out tonight?"

"Hell yeah," I smile. "Are you done?"

"Not quite," Jungkook responds apologetically, his gaze returning to the screen. "You can go home and I'll pick you up after."

"Sounds good," I say. "Kook, why don't you ever wear normal clothes?" I ask, out of the blue, directing my gaze at Jungkook's attire.

"What do you mean, doll?" Jungkook asks.

"You never wear casual clothes outside," I say. "I mean you look so hot in suits but casual clothes make you seem more aestheticy."

Jungkook's lips curl into a subtle smirk. "So hot, huh?"

Feeling a rush of embarrassment, my cheeks betray me, turning a faint shade of pink. "Ignore that, please."

"What would you like me to wear?" Jungkook questions, shutting his laptop off.

"I don't know, something casual," I answer.

Jungkook picks up his phone and calls someone. "Get me a black shirt and a pair of shorts."

"You're changing now?" I ask, my voice tinged with disbelief and amusement.

"Yep," Jungkook responds. "And you're watching me."

Images of Jungkook naked flash through my mind. Fuck. "Jungkook, I—."

"Don't say a word, doll," Jungkook says. A soft knock resonates through the room, causing me to jolt in surprise, my attention swiftly captured by the distinct sound. "Come in," Jungkook utters.

As the heavy wooden door creaks open, a uniformed guard stealthily steps into the room, a sleek black bag neatly tucked under his arm. He passes the bag over to Jungkook and then quickly scurries away. Jungkook pulls out the attire from the bag and gets up from his chair.

I look down as Jungkook grasps the hem of his shirt. This is so awkward.

And hot.

"Eyes on me, doll," Jungkook demands. "I want to see those pretty cheeks of yours turn pink."

Jungkook removes the blazer of his suit and sets it down. His eyes not leaving mine, he slowly unbuttons his shirt. I find myself unconsciously holding my breath as he slowly exposes more of himself, his movements deliberate and purposeful. Inch by inch, the shirt falls away, unveiling a silhouette that leaves me mesmerized by its raw masculinity, a magnetic force that draws my gaze unabashedly. Jungkook's muscles flex as he turns around and places his shirt on the table. Oh god, his back.

Turning back around, Jungkook slowly takes off his pants. I gaze at his bare legs, desire pooling in my stomach. Jungkook has been really seducing me these days. I don't know how long I can keep this up.

"What are you looking at, doll?" Jungkook abruptly asks as he pulls on a pair of shorts. I quickly shift my gaze away from his groin, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks, and reflexively glance at the ground.

"Nothing," I manage to mutter, the heat of embarrassment still evident in my voice as Jungkook strides purposefully over to where I nervously stood. With a gentle touch, he lifts my chin, directing my eyes to meet his intense gaze.