Closer To You [Jungkook oneshot]

WAITER

Jungkook's POV

Walking in through the door of the restaurant. She is in a red bodycon with spaghetti straps, a low neck cut, giving a beautiful view of her chest and a long split from her upper thighs. There is  a man, grinning ear to ear with her .  He let her lead the way before rushing towards a table, dragging out the chair for her. The chair scratches against the floor, grabbing the attention of a few inside the space.

I was one too. I looked her up and down once. She fakes a smile towards the guy, her eyes roaming over the space nonchalantly. And for a second, it felt like she stopped her eyes on mine. A little skip of my heart beat as a gulp the lump forming in my throat. There was something in her eyes. A desire. A need. A sudden but strong attraction. And I mess up my job for a second, spilling water over one of the
customers.

Luckily, they didn't make a fuss about it. Taking my apology, I rushed to clean up the mess. The couple from earlier had taken their seats as the guy called out to one of the waiters. When a fellow worker of mine was about to approach them, I handed him the tray in my hand, letting my feet take me over to the table. I don't know what led me to her but I was standing next to her for a few seconds.

Good evening, Sir. Good evening ma'am", I greet them one by one. My voice makes her look up, her eyes shining softly, her red lips curving with a slight smile. "Good evening", she mumbles in a gentle tone as the man sitting across her smiles too.

"What would you like to have?" I ask them. "What do you want, sweetheart?" The man says, placing a hand over her beautiful ones, placed upon the table.

"Anything ", she softly said. The rage in her eyes and the softness in her tone were contradictory, leaving me confused. My lips part, staring at her gently, trying not to get creepy. "Get us what's the best here", the male says, looking at me with a big smile. He looks back at her, speaking, "I and my fiancé want to leave happily from this restaurant. Make us happy."

I nod gently, typing down our bestsellers on the mobile, sending the order over to the chef. I look up from the phone, finding her eager eyes on me, darting up and down my figure. Is she checking me out? I take in a deep breath, before asking, "Anything else?" She takes a look at the menu placed on the table. "I'd like a glass of Andre Strawberry Champagne before my meal."

Placing her own order, she sounded sexy as fuck. Damn. I gave her a nod with a light smile as she looked at me in the eyes, the corners of her lips inviting a smile.

I wished to stare into those orbs for the rest of the night. "Make it two", the male says, interrupting the heated eye contact I had with her. I internally groan, pressing a tight smile on my lips before walking away towards the kitchen.

I place their orders on their table, one by one, making sure they have the necessary items.

A spoon, rather unwantedly slipped down the trap on my hands. Clicking my tongue, I place the tray on the table before crouching down to a squat, my eyes searching for the spoon. Just as I reach out to grab it, lying just a few centimetres away from her red heels, I see the shadow of her hands hovering over her thigh.

She shifts the red cloth, covering her thigh, gently away from her skin, exposing her bare muscle. My eyes widen gently but at the same time I feel excited. I watch her painted nails tapping against the surface of her tanned skin, running gently over the smoothness. Fuck, what is she trying to do? I question myself as I let my hand grab the silver metal of the floor.

Before getting up, I look up, finding her looking at me from the corner of her eyes, hinting for me to get a hold of her, with a coy smirk on her lips. And so, I do.

My free hand skims up the wood of the chair, brushing away the invisible dust on her skin before I wrap my palm around her muscle, my fingers closer to her inner thighs. She lets out a sigh, biting her lips gently as she passes me a smile. "Didn't you get it yet?" Ugh, he is pissing me off at this point. I get the spoon and stand on my feet, taking my hand off her skin with a pout rising on her lips.