Euphoric Epiphany.

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Jungkook

It took nearly all my self-control to pull away Y/n, as I did, I saw her lashes flutter ever so softly making me want to take her right there on the couch.

"Jungkook..." she whispered softly, raising a hand to her lips. I could tell she was flustered and confused but her face glowed brightly as if she was trying not to smile.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid of me," I mumbled, falling back into the couch and staring at the ceiling. Y/n's eyes watched me carefully, her stare only made me more aware of the way my body had reacted to the kiss.

God. Her lips were so soft it didn't feel real, and the way her skin shone when I pulled her close had given me the urge to mark the showing portions. I knew I had been hasty and clearly hadn't thought through any of the repercussions, but Jungkook Jr cheered for the slight human contact I'd been able to score.

"You're my boss." Y/n said after a moment, it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than reprimand me. This made a small smile erupt on my face as the idea of her needing to control herself around me only fed my monstrous ego.

"I'm your boss." I agreed, looking over at her as I attempted to read her expression, "That was really unprofessional,"

"Yeah, no, I-" Y/n began to stutter, pushing her hair behind her ears. I couldn't help but grin as I leaned over again, meeting her lips with my own to make her stop talking. 

As our lips touched once again, I breathed in the scent of her perfume; the flowery smell intoxicating my mind. Inside my chest, my heart was hammering, not believing what I was doing to her. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, only to be fueled further as Y/n let her hand roam upwards to grip my arm. 

I could feel her cheeks heating up as I tugged at her bottom lip; asking for permission to explore her mouth. As my tongue touched her lips, I heard Y/n gasp in surprise before she opened her mouth willingly. 

When we broke apart for the second time, Y/n and I were both panting. Her lips were plumper than before, a new shade of red challenging the lipstick she'd worn before. I smirked slightly at Y/n, looking for some sort of reaction from her. 

"You're my boss," She repeated, this time more frantically. Her eyes were wide as she hit my arm slightly. I couldn't help but chuckle softly, enjoying the flustered look on her face. 

"I'm sorry, you're too cute!" I laughed as Y/n grabbed a pillow and hit me repeatedly with it. "Don't tell me you're mad because I stole your first kiss or something," 

"No! I have had several kisses!" She argued, her face turning redder.

"I'm sorry, but you were really too..."

"Irresistible? I'm kidding, please don't answer that. You're my boss." She said, slouching over and burying her face in her hands as I laughed again.

"I am your boss," I repeated, once again agreeing with her, "But I also find you very attractive," 

"Isn't this so, so, so wrong? I'm your employee!" She argued, running a free hand through her hair as she stood up suddenly, now pacing by the couch.

"We can deal with that later, right? We're going to be late for dinner." I sighed, standing up as well, only for Y/n to come to a halt directly in front of me. As I looked down at her, I could see how stressed she was; her lips in a pout and eyebrows furrowed. Taking her wrists in my hands, I pulled Y/n in, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, easing the crease they formed. 

"Let's talk after dinner," I repeated, turning her around by the shoulders and marching her towards the door, not forgetting to lock the door on the way out. 

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Reader

Sitting across from Jungkook was one of the simple most uncomfortable things of my life. I couldn't look his way without thinking back to the repetitive kisses we'd shared only hours before. It would be a lie if I said I didn't enjoy it, but the butterflies in my stomach were quickly replaced with the worry of putting my newfound career in jeopardy. 

"Could you pass me the salt, please?" A voice beside me said. I looked over to see our client's son leaning towards me. I nodded, handing him the shaker, as he took it, he let his hand linger over mine for a moment. It was awkward not to mention, but what made it worse was when I turned back only to see Jungkook staring directly at me. I gave him a half-smile, not understanding why he seemed so annoyed. 

"I'm Woosung," The guy beside me introduced himself, giving me a shy smile. I returned it gracefully, shaking his outstretched hand. "Are you one of my dad's business partner?"

"No, no, I'm Y/n. I'm Mr Jeon's personal assistant," I explained, laughing slightly as Woosung flushed a light pink, picking at his napkin. 

"Ah, I was going to ask if we'd be seeing each other again...maybe if this dinner goes well?" He offered, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pen. Woosung simply smiled as he saw my confused expression, grabbing a tissue before scribbling down his number and handing it to me. "Maybe we can meet for a coffee sometime?" He whispered as I studied the paper, unsure of what to do with it. 

Across the table, I heard Jungkook clear his throat loudly. He stood up suddenly, startling everyone else at the table. 

"Is everything okay?" Woosung's father asked, leaning forward with concern. 

"Never been better. I just need to talk to my assistant for a moment." Jungkook responded through gritted teeth, a tight-lipped smile plastered on his face as he turned to beckon me away from the table and towards the restaurant balcony. I followed him at once, bowing in apology to the rest of the table. 

"Are you okay?" I whispered to Jungkook as he lead me to a secluded area of the terrace. 

"Are you really going to flirt with random guys? He can't be more than 20 years old!" Jungkook complained, whirling around to face me. 

"Flirt...?" I mumbled, and he nodded, frowning. "Jungkook, are-are you...jealous?" 

"What?! No." 

"I think you are,"

"Don't be ridiculous. I just think you should be careful because I'm not sure he's even legal." 

"I'm sure it's okay, Mr Jeon. He's 20. That's very much legal."

"Good. Okay. Great."

"Alright then...so I'll ask him if he wants to meet me then."

"You do that."

"I will,"

"Fine."

My cheeks flushed as I turned away from Jungkook. I'd only been teasing him at first, trying to get the man to confess his jealousy but instead, I'd gotten annoyed and jealous myself. As I began to walk away, I felt Jungkook grab my hand and pull me back to him. 

"Wait, no, don't actually do that." He mumbled before smashing his lips onto mine for what seemed like the millionth time that day.