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"Hi, noona!"
"J-jungkook-ah, you're here," you blurt out, stunned not only by his presence but also by his appearance.
Jungkook looks different tonight. Gone is the fringe that covers his forehead. Instead, his hair is swept back so the raven waves fall like a comma on one side. Something metallic catches the light. That's when you notice the small silver hoops dangling from his ears giving him a dangerous edge. Not wanting to dwell on the implications, you run your gaze down his body. Unlike his usual baggy clothes, today, he's dressed in a fitted leather jacket over a plaid shirt and ripped jeans. The denim clung to his thighs like a second skin, accentuating the thick muscles beneath. You swallow the sudden lump in your throat. Have his thighs always been this muscular? Your gaze moves upward. When you find yourself lingering a little too long on that spot just below his waist, you snap your eyes back to his face. His eyes are twinkling. A guilty flush starts creeping up your neck.
"Y-you... you look different!"
Your tone is accusatory because how dare he appear before you like this without any warning? You've left your heart completely unguarded so it's vulnerable to all kinds of attack.
"I, uh, I came from a work party. Do I--" Jungkook scratches the back of his head, "look okay?"
"Are you serious?"
Your exclamation takes him aback. "Y-yes?"
"Okay is a serious understatement," you grumble. When he gives you a questioning look, you add, "You're way too handsome."
"Noona!" He's once again all smiles, making it impossible for you to breathe. "You think I'm handsome?"
"Um..."
Finding him in your apartment is unnerving enough, but to see him in this bad boy getup is devastating. With this look, he shatters your illusions of him as a docile rabbit. Jungkook is clearly a predator and you, the prey. As if to prove your point, he walks toward you. Instead of fleeing, you stay rooted in place and squeeze your eyes shut. Obviously, your survival instincts are nonexistent.
"Noona?"
A gentle tap lands on your cheek. When your eyes open a little bit, you're confronted by the wide expanse of his chest before you. He's left the top few buttons undone giving you a glimpse of the skin beneath. More and more, your apartment feels like a steam room at a jiljimbang. With a little squeak, your eyes slam shut once again. Why is he dressed like that in the middle of winter? If it's not because he has a death wish, then it's definitely because he's out to murder you.
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