Alba's POV
You stand still feeling the effects of his touch lingering on your skin. Damn him for being so damn charming and so damn attractive. You try to shake off the lingering sensations, reminding yourself that this is just one dinner. One night. It doesn't mean anything you keep telling yourself.
As you go about your work, your eyes widen in realization. Why were you in the storeroom in the first place? A guest had asked for napkins and towels. Shaking off the haze left by Jungkook's encounter, you quickly look for the linens and quickly grab them and make your way back.
You hurry over, plastering on a professional smile despite the flustered state you're in. "I'm so sorry for the delay," you apologize, handing over the neatly folded towels and napkins. "Here you go." The guest nods, looking mildly annoyed but accepting the items without further comment, you take a deep breath, trying to center yourself.
You need to focus on your work and push that jerk to the back of your mind. This is your job, and you pride yourself on being professional and composed, even under pressure. As you return to the front desk, continue organizing the paperwork from earlier.
As Jimin approached. His usually playful and flirtatious demeanor seems more serious. He stops in front of you, his expression a mix of concern and something else you can't quite place.
Seeing him, you try to maintain your composure. "Hey, Jimin. Did you send J-Hope back?" you ask, recalling the earlier incident with J-Hope, who had been quite drunk.
He slightly shakes his head. "I called a driver to take him home. He'll be fine once he sleeps it off. Thanks for your concern, by the way." He replied.
You nod, Jimin's expression then shifts to something more serious, catching you off guard.
"What did Jungkook say to you?" he asks, his tone careful but probing.
"Oh! He just wanted to make a dinner reservation," you say, attempting to sound casual.
He narrowed his eyes. "A dinner reservation?" And let me guess, "with you?" he snooped.
The question takes you by surprise, and you quickly try to mask your reaction. "I'm not sure what you mean," you say.
He doesn't look convinced. He points to your neck, and you instinctively reach up to touch it.
Your fingers brush against your skin, and you feel a slight sting. "What?" you ask, confused.
He points subtly at your neck. "Alba, your neck," he says, his voice low.
You instinctively touch your neck, feeling the faint soreness where Jungkook had kissed you. Panic sets in as you realize what Jimin might have seen. You quickly take out your phone and use the camera as a mirror. There it is, a faint red mark—a kiss mark. You curse under your breath, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and frustration. Trying to compose yourself, you pull your hair to cover the mark.
"Jungkook did that," Jimin says, his tone tinged with frustration.
This is exactly the kind of thing you didn't want to happen.
He leans in closer, his voice soft but insistent. "Why did you agree?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.
"Agree to what?" you reply, still flustered from the discovery of the mark.
"The date," he clarifies, his tone gentle but concerned.
"It's not a date," you protest quickly, shaking your head. "It was just... he wanted to apologize for his behavior. That's all."
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𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK
Fanfic"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to steady your racing heart. "Hi," Jungkook said unbothered by your question his voice low and smooth. "Do you remember me?" You straightened keeping your posture stiff. "I remember," you replied coolly. ...
