(on going)
"J-Jeon... w-what are you doing?" she stuttered, her fingers gripping the hem of her nightdress.
Jungkook smirked, his lips still dangerously close to her skin. "What does it look like, baby girl?"
Y/N pouted, her face turning completely...
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Lunch with Jungkook was perfect-until I had to ruin the moment by bringing up something that would most definitely annoy him. But hey, what's life without a little fun?
I leaned back in my chair, lazily twirling my fork between my fingers. "I have to go to the airport in an hour."
Jungkook, who had been casually sipping his wine, paused mid-motion. His sharp eyes locked onto mine. "Airport?" His tone was suspicious.
I nodded, smiling sweetly. "Yep. Meera dii is coming, and I have to pick her up."
Jungkook placed his glass down with a soft clink, his fingers tapping against the table. "The driver will pick her up."
I expected that. I mean, of course he would say that. Mafia bosses aren't exactly known for letting their wife's drive around freely, let alone go to an airport alone. But where's the fun in making things easy for him?
I gasped dramatically. "What? No way! She's my cousin! I have to go!"
Jungkook's jaw tightened. "Y/N." Just my name. One-word warning. Classic.
I ignored it. "I promised her. You want me to break my promise?" I pouted, widening my eyes like an innocent little kitten.
His lips parted slightly as if he was about to argue, but he hesitated. He knew he was walking into a trap, and I could see the conflict in his eyes.
"You're not going alone."
"Of course not." I grinned. "I'll be with my car."
"Y/N." This time, his voice didn't test my edge.
I stood up and walked around the table, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Kookie," I cooed, using that voice-the one that always, always made him weak. "It's just the airport. I'll go, pick her up, and be back before you even start missing me."
Jungkook scoffed. "Impossible."
I laughed. "What? That you won't miss me?"
He smirked, tilting his head up to look at me. "That you'll be back before I miss you. I start missing you the second you step away from me."
God, this man.
I slid onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You are so dramatic," I whispered, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of his lips.
His hands immediately gripped my waist. "And you're so stubborn."
"Please?" I pouted, leaning in just enough so our lips barely brushed. His grip on my waist tightened. He was holding on to his resolve, but I could see it slipping.
"Baby..." he warned.
So I did what any smart woman would do. I kissed him. Properly.
Slow, deep, and just enough to melt away his hesitation. I felt his resistance dissolve as he pulled me closer, sighing against my lips.
