𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

97. The Launch

Alba's POV

You were in your office, straddled on Jungkook's lap as his hands moved up from your hips to cup your face, his touch sending waves of anticipation through you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Jungkook," you managed to whisper, his name a sigh escaping your lips. His thumb grazed your bottom lip as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a soft kiss that quickly turned deep and messy.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss became more demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, his tongue seeking entry. You opened up for him, a low moan escaping your lips as he explored your mouth, his touch both gentle and urgent. Your fingers weaved into his hair, your body pressed flushed against his, the heat between you growing with each passing moment. 

He felt the heat growing, his hands sliding down your body again, finding the waistband of your pants. Your breathing hitched, your body trembling with desire as you lifted yourself a little. Slowly, he began to slide your pants down, his fingers tracing your skin, his touch setting fire to your nerves.

As he slid your pants off a little, he let out a low growl, his gaze never leaving yours as he entered his fingers into your folds that made your breath hitch, your body begging for more. While his other hand running up your legs, the touch sending shivers up your spine. His touch felt as if it was everywhere all at once, on your thighs, tracing the shape of your hips, brushing against the soft skin of your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your mouth, feeling your breath shake with each passing second.

As he continued his assault on your sensitive skin, his fingers teasing you, his mouth never leaving yours, swallowing every moan and gasp that escaped you. It was as if he was making it his mission to worship every inch of your body, to drive you wild with desire and need. Just when you were almost about to reach your top, the door burst open, making you jump, a gasp escaping your lips as you both turned towards the door. There, frozen in the doorway, was Jimin. He stood there, shock and disbelief etched on his face as he stared at the sight before him.

Jungkook's arm tightened protectively around you, his body tensing as if preparing for a fight. "Hyung," he growled.

You stared at Jimin, unable to move, your heart pounding in your chest, embarrassment and confusion washing over you. You buried your face in Jungkook's neck, as his hand came to cup the back of your head, his thumb stroking your hair, comforting and possessive, all at once.

"What the hell are you doing here, hyung?" Jungkook repeated.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, embarrassment and discomfort flooding you. Your body tensed as you buried your face deeper into his neck, trying to escape the awkwardness of the situation. You hadn't expected this.

Jimin cleared his throat. "I-I didn't know you were... busy. I'm sorry. I just... I came to talk to Alba."

"Well, now's not the time," Jungkook shot back, his voice still harsh, blazing with anger. "Get out."

There was a beat of silence as you didn't know what was happening. You could barely breathe, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest that it drowned out everything else. The realization hit you hard, you were straddling Jungkook, half-naked, with his fingers still inside you, while Jimin, of all people, stood frozen in the doorway. Oh God, this can't be happening.

Your face burned, your fingers gripping tightly onto Jungkook's shoulders as you pressed yourself deeper into the crook of his neck, desperate to disappear. You could barely register the anger vibrating through his body. The heat between your legs still pulsed from the intensity of your shared moment, but now all you felt was shame and disbelief that this was really happening.