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chapter 16 | Hold onto me

— One month later —

April 25th, 2024.

7:30 pm.

"Baby? I'm home," Jungkook steps into the house, his day at work finally over.

I roll onto the sofa, lie on my back, and wait for him to peek over the back of it. I drop my tablet on the end table behind my head, and Koya jumps off my lap to run over to Jungkook.

"Baby?" he asks for me, taking his jacket and shoes off. "Hm?" I smile and sit up, unable to wait any longer to see him. He hangs his jacket on the coat rack and gazes at me with a smile. "Hm? That's all I get?"

I laugh and nod, teasing him. "Oh, I see how it is," he picks Koya up to pet him, comes up to me, and drops him on the back of the sofa. He puts his hands down and leans over, staring into my eyes playfully. "You sure you don't wanna greet me in a better way?" he tightens his grip on the leather material, exposing his veiny forearms.

I get up on my knees and grab his tie, Koya landing next to me. I undo his tie, his tired eyes fixed on mine as I pretend not to know. I take the fabric off and keep it in my hand, leaning closer to him. My lips now only inches away from his, he brings his eyes down to them and smirks. "Are you being disrespectful to your boss again?" he whispers and glances back into my eyes, his breath warm against my skin.

I know he wants to kiss me but holds back to not be the first one to give in.

I confirm with a nod of my head. "Yeah?" he lowers his voice to what nearly sounds like a moan, giving me butterflies in my stomach. I bite my lips, toying with his tie in my hands. I can feel the tension building between us, neither of us wanting to make the first move.

I trail my eyes down, moving my fingers up to his chest to unbutton his shirt. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. I open one button at a time slowly, our breathing mingling. "I don't like that misbehavior," he speaks near my lips, his voice sounding deeper. "You're supposed to be a good girl. To greet me with a kiss and some respect."

"I am a good girl. Look, I'm undressing you. I cooked dinner for you," I say, feeling the heat between us growing stronger. "I'm even on my knees for you."

"Where's my kiss? Where's my 'Welcome home, Mister Jeon. I missed you so much'? I expect my girl to be on her knees in front of the door, ready to welcome me home properly," he grabs my wrist and pulls it down, taking the tie out of my hands. "Hm?" he does not smile, but his eyes are playfully demanding.

"You kinda make it hard to be good, though. Look at what you're doing right now, you're just encouraging me to misbehave," I grin and watch him crack a smile. He drops his eyes to my neck, licking his lips. He looks back into my eyes and tilts his head. "Are you sure? 'Cause that mark on your neck reminds me of the opposite."

"How so?" I reply playfully, pushing him to go further. "I only remember enjoy it and telling you not to be gentle."

He leans in closer, smirking and pushing his hips. "We don't remember the same then. I only remember a whiny, crying mess begging me to slow down."

I conceal my amusement and play along, knowing that the truth left his mouth. "Hm? Don't you remember that too?" he holds his hand under my chin, lifting it up. "Or were you too overwhelmed because you couldn't breathe?"

I narrow my eyes, fighting to keep up the facade of innocence as I respond, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course," he smiles and gives in to me, cupping my throat and kissing me. "I fucking hate you," he mutters under his breath and gives a squeeze before walking around the sofa. I sit down, staring at him joining me.