Keeping up with the Kim's.

Older. | Part 3

Being a literary major makes it hard for me to write for fun anymore.

I'm a bit rusty, apologies in advance :p

also, everybody thank @H311AH0RN3 from this one lmfao

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Frankly, Jungkook had better things to do.

Surely he did.

Let's see... He had... Well...

No wife, no girlfriend, no children, no real responsibilities other than his work tasks — tasks assigned by Taehyung himself. The latest one ? Accompanying Dabin a trip to London to visit fashion schools.

With six other children at home — three of them barely starting school, one about to become a father, and the oldest starting to lose his mind — Taehyung and Arabella had to put Dabin's college hunt on the back burner.

Not that she was complaining.

The replacement they sent was just fine with her.

"What do you think about this ?" She asked, turning to Jungkook.

Those sharp, siren-like eyes looking up at him, as if they'd hypnotize him if he stared for too long.

"Aren't you supposed to visit schools ?" Jungkook asked, sighing.

"Yup."

"Then why am I sitting at a boutique watching you play dress-up ?"

Dabin raised a brow and placed her hands on her hips, the tiny piece of fabric she called a dress clinging to her like a second skin.

It was dangerous territory.

Something as candid as shopping had become Jungkook's worst nightmare, his mind spiraling as he started imagining things.

Fantasizing, even.

He thought of buying the whole boutique for her.

Then, he'd take her out to dinner, get her something really nice. He knew Dabin doesn't like your typical Italian restaurant date, so he'd take her to a Japanese spot. He could already picture her eating nigiri and sashimi — her favorite.

Afterward, they'd take a nice walk, though he'd have to make sure they don't end up on any bad corners of the city.

And then... He'd take her back to the hotel, and tear that tiny little black dress she's wearing off of her body and—

"Jungkook ?" Dabin said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He blinked, snapping out of it, flustered and embarrassed.

Was he daydreaming just like he used to decades ago back when he was just a schoolboy ?

"Sorry, you were saying ?" He asked, looking up at her.

He wanted to be close.

He craved that intimacy, just a touch, a little nudge,it was already so domestic.

He wanted to hold her hand while she talked, standing over him like the bossy little thing she was. Let himself brush the tip of his fingers against her bare thighs, see for himself if they're as soft as they look.

God, he needed to get ahold of himself.

"That since you fucking drugged me on the way there, I have every right to put you through this !" She said, narrowing her eyes accusingly.