Stay Professional! Part 3
Work AU! Fluff and Angst: JK x Reader
When was the last time that you were kissed so passionately by someone this attractive? Well.. never really. No one in the past and possibly future could compare to Jungkook’s striking features. No one could compare to Jungkook’s alluring aura that sent women fantasising and wishing they were single although they wouldn’t have a chance for he was- a self-absorbed and selfish man. He viewed people as nothing more than just ‘toys’ and somehow people were still willing to kiss his feet at their will. He owned the world. The tallest of buildings and power that could crumble people below him with nothing more than a simple, sigh. But he fought as a lone wolf- dealing with pressure and the unthinkable at his age. It crippled him to his current state: lost and curious about things that made him feel human again.
Jungkook found excitement in observing your reaction after his passionate kiss, his hand still gently sat on your waist and another that softly cupped your face. It was obvious that he was content with his actions through his signature smug expression. He exhaled seductively as though he’d just sucked the air right out of your lungs. In which he did successfully. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you with such satisfaction.
Much to his surprise, realisation finally hit and you pushed him away as a very late reflex.
“What was that about? Sir I believe what you’re trying to do is inappropriate and just downright confusing. Could you care to explain your intentions?” You barked, angry at Jungkook who thought he’d be able to easily get away with it. Even after knowing that he was the CEO’s only son, you cut him no slack.
What’s the point? I’m fired anyways.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, Y/N?” He chuckled, his amusement evidently growing by the second.
He started to walk around the office, clacks of his shoes made the intensity of the awkward atmosphere increase by a little bit each time.
“Who was the one that started stripping in front of me last night?” He stopped walking to swiftly slide one of his hands into his suit pocket and shot you an egotistic grin.
Your face turned a peachy red- with both anger and embarrassment and clicked your tongue loudly in frustration.
“Your tongue can do much more than that.” He chuckled again, his single eyebrow raised and a cynical laugh escaped his lips. He’d never had that much fun in what felt like forever to him- even though his definition of fun was your definition of ‘I’m about to fuck this smug prick up’.
He noticed your clenched fists and what looked like steam from your ears, and decided to tone down his playful behaviour. He coughed into his fist and sat back down on his leather chair that towered over his broad shoulders. Get a hold of yourself Jungkook he scolded.
“Anyways, I believe-” He said before your interruption. “I’m sorry sir.” You swallowed your pride and decided to apologise because for one, he’d just saved you and two- you probably should apologise over what you did last night. As much as it killed you inside, you knew that you owed him an apology and so- you did the right thing and said sorry for your drunken behaviour.
“I’m apologising for my behaviour last night. I was out of my mind.” You rolled your eyes and got into a more comfortable posture- shifting from an uptight and straight back to a slight slouch and a hand on your hip.
“Yes I can get a little out of hand when I’m drunk but as long as you know that I had no other intentions and that it was only because I was completely drunk.” You scoffed, finally resorting to your comfortable nature.
“But I believe what you did just now was also out of hand. Perhaps you have something to say to me?” You folded your arms and smiled at him gently although negative vibes radiated from you.
Jungkook scoffed in return and was once again blasted with unexpected words that came out of your mouth. He found it impossible to read you because you were so different- gutsy, rebellious and bold. It was mainly just from the alcohol but his interest in you as a person peaked and he displayed a flirtatious grin.
“Right.” He smiled. A fake and bullshit smile plastered across his face- that still somehow looked effortlessly charming. “I’m sorry for my actions.” He laughed, the saltiness rolling off his tongue.
“But honestly, look at me straight in the eye and tell me that you didn’t enjoy any of that. Also, tell me again, who was the one that had just saved you out there?” He reminded you, slowly taking off his coat to further rub the salt in your wounds. He was aware that he sounded like a prick but he couldn’t hold back on his words- your interesting reactions consumed him and made him interested like never before. He found himself hooked on you- the scent of your skin and taste of your lips was addicting to him. Even after just 2 kisses.
“Yes thanks for that. Now can I go. I just got fired and I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now.” You explained grumpily, exhaled a loud sigh and stepped out of his office with a loud slam.
Jungkook sat seated, blinking away his confusion and scolding himself for his unusual and rude behaviour. It wasn’t often that he lost control of his senses. Since then, for the few next hours, he had wriggled around on his black leather seat that somehow seemed less comfortable than before as he tried to figure out exactly why you were still on his mind. Was it the way that you kept things real? Or just the fact that you were a brilliant kisser. He’d never felt such regret from his actions. Either way, Jungkook found himself unable to keep his mind off of you for the next couple of hours, praying to himself that it was only a temporary phase.
You cursed to yourself as you walked up the apartment stairs. Your top 2 buttons on your blouse now unbuttoned and the skirt pulled up a little higher than usual, you lazily opened the door to your tiny apartment and slammed it behind you in frustration.
“Great.” You sighed to yourself and wondered what else could possibly go wrong.
Even though you felt angry and conflicted at the entire situation, you couldn’t help but replay Jungkook’s passionate kiss over and over again in your head. You brushed your thumb across your bottom lip and wondered just why in the world he would act like that.
He could’ve just told me that I kissed him! Why did he have to kiss me to try and prove it?
You threw a pillow across the room and grabbed another one to scream into it.
I’ve finally gone crazy haven’t I?
You didn’t even bother to change out of your work clothes and fell asleep on the couch, convincing yourself that you’d sort out the problems later- when you were awake and when you could think without the killer headache.
After a few hours of passing out completely on the sofa, you had been woken up by the sound of your phone’s ‘ding’ that faintly sung through your handbag. You grumbled to yourself and crawled across the carpet to check the message. It was from your best friend whom had disappeared last night. It read “I’m sorry I had to leave you last night. I had work this morning so I couldn’t stay back.” She apologised and a small glow of happiness sparked within you.
At least I still have her. You thought, feeling grateful for the good friend that you held dear to your heart. You explained to her of what happened today and she rushed over immediately with comfort food and her overnight equipment. The two of you got to finally spend some quality time as best friends with no interruptions. You could clearly tell that she was worried about you but she tried her best to stay supportive and not add fuel to the already, very hot fire you were.
For the next couple of days, you had lazed around at home- on the hunt for part-time work as well as full-time. Despite being fired, you stayed positive about the entire situation and had decided to move on with an optimistic mindset that was surely the reason why you were so charming.
During those days, Jungkook was about to go crazy. He was fully convinced that something had switched on inside him and he never felt the same after you’d kiss him that night you were a drunken mess. It was irritating for him. He found it impossible to focus on the simplest of tasks and he was getting frustrated at himself for constantly thinking and relating everything back to you. He had felt terrible for acting out of line that day you got fired and it bugged him till nights end. He was exactly sure why it bugged him so much. If it had happened to anyone else, he was convinced that he wouldn’t give a damn about it.
“This is just a phase. I’ll get over it.” He mumbled to himself for the 80th time that day as he strided past a hallway full of employees that bowed their heads to him.
“Did you say something, sir?” Jungkook’s personal assistant pestered on the sidelines, irritating him more than usual.
“No. You’re standing too close to me. Step back.” He demanded, his voice sounding perplexed with stress and irritation.
Surely this is just a phase.
Jungkook couldn’t handle not knowing what was going on. He couldn’t physically stand lacking knowledge. So whenever he was reminded of you, he got irritated because he couldn’t understand himself- why did you give him stomach aches that resembled cramps. It had gotten to a point when every time he was reminded of you, his mood dropped below the Earth as he felt terrible for what had happened. Although he was cocky, there was no doubt that he was still a gentleman. It hurt his personal reputation deep down so finally- Jungkook had decided on a plan that would stop these confusing undesirable feelings that he was dying to get rid of. He decided that these feelings were just feelings of regret and nothing more. He had concluded that if he were to properly apologise he’d be able to forget about you and what he did.
“It’s not too much to show up at her house, right?” He questioned his assistant. For the first time- he really wasn’t sure of what he was doing. It made him annoyed because he was experiencing discomforting feelings and new situations he thought he’d never have to face.
“You’re already here sir, you might as well go in and get the business done. Please hurry up though, you have a conference that starts in 45 minutes.” He said, mindlessly scrolling through his phone that had Jungkook’s schedule.
“If you don’t mind me asking sir, what kind of business is it? The building is a little run down and I’d never seen you personally visit a client.”
“It’s my business for a reason. Not yours.” He growled, his usual cold tone that sent his assistant bowing to leave.
He scanned the ‘white’ building that had weathered down into a musky grey and felt his heart tingle slightly from the nerves. Stop overreacting. He scolded himself. I’ll apologise and just get out. It won’t take long.
And with that, he set off inside the building- having to take the stairs as the elevators were being repaired.
He climbed up to the third floor and checked for the correct room number before knocking gently and waiting for a response.
“Coming~” You yelled out from the kitchen, quickly washing the pastry crumbs off your hands. You rarely had any visitors besides the mailman and your best friend so you were betting 100% that it’d be your best friend behind that door.
Man did it hit you hard. Instead of your goofy best friend, there stood a tall, dangerously attractive and familiar man that sent your jaw to nearly hit the ground.
“S-Sir?!” You stuttered, not expecting his appearance at all. You took in his new fragrance that was surely Ralph Lauren and had you weak at your knees.
“My apologies for showing up without notice. May I come in? I have something to discuss with you.” His velvety tones sounded so pleasing to hear- you’d thought that after that day you’d never be able to hear his cold yet charming voice again.