Please... Love Me

3

Expectations vs ..

Reality!

"Well, I think I deserve to know your name, Mr. Pretty."

As soon as he heard the door click, Seokjin leaned in. Jungkook turned to face him; Seokjin had let him enter the room first before closing the door behind him.

"My-name?" Jungkook repeated, confusion etched on his face.

Seokjin smirked, taking a few steps closer. "No, my name," he replied with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

Jungkook lowered his gaze and bit his lip, completely oblivious to his own actions as Seokjin's eyes bore into him, inching closer.

"Are you doing that on purpose?" Seokjin crossed his arms, standing tall in front of him.

"What?-" Jungkook stammered, losing his grip on even the simplest questions.

Shaking his head, Seokjin dropped his arms, one hand slipping into his pocket. "Nevermind. Go wash up. I'll call housekeeping to take care of your clothes. In the meantime, you can wear one of those bathrobes."

He gestured to the plush white robe draped over the bed.

Jungkook nodded, slowly making his way to grab a thick cotton robe.

"And hey," Seokjin added, "you can charge your phone too, if you remember how."

Jungkook scrambled to find his charger, feeling slightly embarrassed as he plugged it in before darting to the bathroom.

As soon as he closed the door, Seokjin chuckled to himself, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

Jungkook almost bang his head on the wall!
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Jungkook screamed in irritation..

Seokjin run trying to open the bathroom door while yelling if he's okay..
"Hey! What's happening!??"

Jungkook rolled his eyes!
"None of your business!"
The younger yelled back

Seokjin took a step back, eyebrows raised. "Weird!"

He was just getting himself ready to shower after Jungkook, who was clearly taking his sweet time.

Jungkook spent a solid half hour in the bathroom, so when he finally emerged, Seokjin was on the phone, checking the foods he ordered for them.

"I already ordered for us," he said, not even looking up. "I didn't have enough lunch, so I ordered a feast. And since I have no idea what you like, I doubled everything. Don't worry; it's all on me."

"Wow! You really know how to put someone in debt. Are you for real?" Jungkook shot back, incredulity spilling out of him.

Seokjin smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm not asking you to pay me back. But hey, we can discuss it if you're interested."

Jungkook was momentarily shocked, realizing just how sharp Seokjin was. He really wouldn't be the famous CEO of Kim's Corp for nothing! The guy was a master negotiator.

With that signature smirk still plastered on his face, Seokjin turned to head back to the bathroom, leaving Jungkook feeling a mix of admiration and confusion.

Jungkook, feeling a bit overwhelmed, decided to distract himself and opened the mini-theater in front of their bed. The first thing that flashed on the screen? Two men making out. He quickly glanced toward the bathroom, hearing the water splashing. Great timing.
So unconsciously, his hand finds it's way to pleasure himself.

Almost twenty minutes later, Seokjin emerged from the bathroom, towel thrown over his damp hair. He caught sight of Jungkook, who was completely engrossed in the movie, hugging a pillow like it was a lifeline, his back pressed against the headboard.

"Did the food arrive?" Seokjin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-not yet," Jungkook replied, still a little flustered.

"Damn! I'm starving! Why isn't it here yet?!" Seokjin exclaimed, his disappointment palpable. He tossed the towel over the backrest of the dining chair at their little table for two, which was strategically placed by the window.

The movie was apparently captivating enough to draw Seokjin in too. Not long after, he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, his attention fixated on the screen. Just as the plot started to get juicy, the doorbell rang. Seokjin shot up like a rocket, striding toward the door.

The moment Seokjin left the bed, Jungkook let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Why was this guy so intense? It was just food!