Temptation

Chapter 4

A massage right now would be priceless, in your opinion. There was a lot of work to do, but that was a good thing in your book. The project you were in charge of was going well. In fact, you were writing up a report on it now. That wasn't the only thing keeping you happy, though. The smile that was constantly, though unconsciously, on your face was brought by the man shut in the office opposite you.

On days that you and Jungkook were both free after work or on some weekends, he had taken you out to dinner. Sometimes at fancy restaurants like the one he had first taken you to, other times at casual joints that allowed the two of you to completely relax and be comfortable with each other without having to bother with the utmost decorum. Even though none of these meals had ended with sex, to you they were more intimate in their own way. Already you felt like you'd known Jungkook like the back of your hand, and he knew everything about you that you'd considered most important.

The only thing that bothered you more than your growing libido from lack of release was the uncertainty of what you were to him. There was no doubt in your mind that you were special to him, and this was not just a passing crush. Yet you wondered where this was all leading to. Despite sharing a lot of himself with you, you couldn't help but sense that he was keeping something in the dark. Something important. You hated yourself for wanting a label for the relationship you had with Jungkook, but perhaps that was exactly what you needed to put your worries to rest.

On the other hand, rushing into something serious was probably a bad idea. Or was what you had with Jungkook already too serious to pull yourself back from? You did not want to let him go, but part of you was afraid of the consequences of taking a step forward. The computer screen blinked for a second before its screensaver started playing, and you caught the sneering reflection at yourself on the dark screen. You were being ridiculous. Even your own expression was telling you so. A cacophony of contrasting thoughts and desires.

At least even between your musings, you were able to finish the report. Wiggling the mouse in your palm, you reactivated the screen. With your mind in more focus than before, you put in some finishing touches, reread the report and attached it to the email that was sent out to your superiors.

The day was slowly inching towards late afternoon, so you were surprised when Jungkook asked you to see him in his office. Although unexpected, you entered with a light heart, anticipating that he wanted to talk to you about the report you sent earlier. Just as you'd expected, he was all smiles and praise when he talked about the project you were leading. Even though he pointed out small details where you could improve in the future, being recognised for your hard work by someone you admired so much was extremely satisfying.

With discussion about work out of the way, Jungkook's posture grew more relaxed as he asked, "You're free tonight, aren't you? What would you like to have for dinner?"

Perhaps it was the rush of a job well done, or if you were more honest with yourself, it was the euphoric drug that came with every injection of Jungkook's smile. Most probably a mixture of both caused you to feel cheeky enough to voice one of your suppressed desires out loud. "Can I have you?"

Jungkook's warm, cocoa-coloured eyes widened at your boldness, before narrowing down as his lips curled upwards, this time in a fashion that made him look positively wolfish. "That's awfully forward of you."

'Forward' doesn't even begin cover it, you thought to yourself, cheeks reddening at his statement. You wished you could say this was the first time you'd been so brazen, but Jungkook somehow stripped most of your shyness away, leaving you bare yet confident and proud. Before you could stop yourself, the words, "Jungkook, what are we?" had flown from your mouth.

Having been startled twice in a row, his response time to your query reduced. "What do you want us to be?" He asked instead of answering. The question threw you for a loop although it shouldn't have. You had been considering the same thing, but you had unwisely challenged him before you could figure the answer out for yourself. Even though it left you flustered, you noticed that his voice trembled ever so slightly as he tossed the question back at you. Was he unsure himself?