Hearts Aligned || Jungkook × Reader✔️

Chapter 22:Affection

-Next day-

10th December,2024

YOUR POV

"Here is your latte, Jeon-ssi!" I announced and he lowered the newspaper from his face, his gaze piercing through me.

"Your croissants are a bit too crispy. Ever thought of taking a baking class Yn-ssi?" he remarked, his tone dripping with dissatisfaction.

"Huh? But my croissants are the best in town. Are your taste buds weak Jeon-ssi?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice. He took a sip of his latte, seemingly unfazed by my words.

"My taste buds are fine. It's just your personal touch that makes the food here....weird."

"Then why do you keep coming back?!" I spat angrily, crossing my arms over my chest, my frustration boiling over. How dare he insult my baby croissants? The very ones I baked with all my love and care!

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched me. "You know, this latte is almost as bitter as your attitude today. Did you forget the sugar or something?" He taunted casually sipping on the same drink he claimed to taste bad fueling my annoyance, my face flushed with anger.

"Are you here for criticizing my skills? If you think you can do better, why don't you try?"

He stood up from his seat and moved closer to me, like really very close. "Chill, wild kitten. I was just teasing. Take it easy."

"Really? You think ruining someone's mood early in the morning is funny?" I glared up at him, my arms still crossed, refusing to back down.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Maybe? Yes."

As soon as I opened my mouth to retort, his lips crashed onto mine, silencing any response. I froze, my eyes wide with shock. But soon without realizing, I melted into the kiss, my eyes slowly closing. I could feel his arms slowly getting wrapped around my waist, and inexplicably, it feels good. This moment, the butterflies in my stomach, his soft lips against mine, his embrace-it all feels so good, like I don't want it to end.

But then I realized I'm running out of oxygen. "Mmmm!!! Jeo... mmmm.!!" I tried to mumble against his lips, hoping he'd understand, but he only deepened the kiss. I began to slap his shoulder, desperate for him to release me, but he didn't.

The heck! I can't breathe anymore! Is this his way of killing me?! Oh, grand mamma! I'm dying now for real!! F*gking hell!!

"Aaaahhhh!" I gasped, bolting upright and taking deep breaths, only to realize it had all been.... a dream?!

The suffocation I felt was due to the damn pillow pressed against my face. I have a habit of hugging extra pillows while sleeping, but never in my life had I experienced such a vivid and bizarre nightmare.

"Oh, God! What kind of nightmare was that?" I sighed.

Then the memories of last evening came flooding back. My heart raced again thinking about it. That kiss still lingers on my lips. I grinned nibbling on my bottom lip, "My first kiss."

But the grin quickly faltered, replaced by an anxious knot forming in the pit of my stomach. Since last evening, a whirlwind of questions has been spinning in my mind.

Why did I kiss him in the first place? . What possessed me to make such a reckless, impulsive and bold move?

My heart thudded at the thought once more. Then again I gave him the lamest excuse after committing the forbidden.