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Sep 3, 2025

killah (jjk) [7]

pairing: managing partner/lawyer!jungkook x spoiled brat!reader ft. senior partner!redacted (but this member is just a friend at this point in the story)

genre: strangers/lowkey one sided enemies to ?? idk bec you irk him, angst, smut, like slight fluff, infidelity au (jungkook has a girlfriend aand it's not you yet)

wc: 12k

warnings: this is a series! so please visit the killlah (jjk) [series masterlist] for a tiny summary and some extra info :3 now, this chapter contains some more emotional cheating, something that some might maybe consider physical cheating, light smut, yes you read that right, not super long but yk,, it's there and you'll know when it's coming. oc being mean but that's not news. that's it :) also don't skip anything. just go with the flow, ok?

!!extra disclaimer!! this needs just a tad more editing and that'll be done in two to three days from now! it's edited! it has gone up to 12k words now imsosorryomg

Clearly, Jungkook’s anger was misdirected. He knew the moment his eyes found you that he was about to make an ass out of himself. But he couldn’t think fast enough and ended up losing his shit on you.

Although…

If we were to be brutally honest, you sort of had some of it coming. Maybe not in this manner, but you definitely weren't supposed to be in their office for as long as you had been spending your time there.

You didn't work there!

However, there’s no way he could justify this to anyone.

Click click click click. The echo of your retreating footsteps still rang in his ears long after you disappeared from his view.

A few seconds passed. Jungkook still held his composure. The room was still.

No one in the open office dared to breathe too loudly.

Then a phone rang - prompting an employee to switch to professional mode and resume their work.

Someone sniffled.

The clack of someone’s keyboard filled the room, and slowly people went on about their day, hopefully pretending Jungkook’s outburst wasn’t about to be the talk of the building that day.

Only Habin was still sat there motionless, face blotched red with mortification.

At least Jungkook wasn’t the only one.

Jungkook sighed deeply, “Come to me with your lunch later,” he said low enough that it was meant for Habin alone. “We’re going to fix this.”

Habin, slightly relieved that his boss wasn't about to fire him, returned a stiff nod.

Jungkook expected a verbal response, but he didn’t bother disputing.

He already had his next task lined up in his head.

Find _____.

Without another word, Jungkook turned on his heel and followed the trail of Dior’s Poison Girl you left behind. It made him dizzy. Once again, he had to actively stop his brain from returning to the state he was in earlier that morning in his car.

Not now.

They really needed to hire someone to fix this disaster. How did anyone find anything here?

Namjoon was halfway through filtering out their boxes and mail, while showing you the mess of parcels to search through when the door creaked open.

You straighten up, game face on and all.

Inside the mail slash storage room, Jungkook found you leaning against one of the racks, watching Namjoon balance four mid-sized boxes of documents in his arms. You showed no indication of even attempting to help the man.

He raises a brow at the scene.

Wow. You really weren’t too handy, were you?

In your defense, you did come all the way down (two floors...) to their office for the exchange. They should’ve had Logan’s thingy ready before being asked.

Also, you weren’t ‘authorized’ to sort through Jeon, Kim & Kim’s files either. It’s against the law or whatever. So, tough luck.

You don’t even notice You pretend not to notice when he practically storms into the little room. It suddenly got really stuffy there.

Jungkook’s cologne was overwhelmingly attractive. If it were up to you, you’d be nuzzling your head into his neck, trying to drown in his scent.

But now's not the time.

“I need a minute.” Jungkook suddenly said; to Namjoon, not you.

Something about the way he doesn't address you is so hot. Makes you wonder.

Namjoon simply arched a brow, “I’m busy. Whatever it is, just say it here.”

There was no way Namjoon was about to miss out on this. Even if he did, it would make its way to him anyway. But he'd rather witness it, whatever this was about to be, first hand.

At this, Jungkook’s gaze was already on you. He doesn’t expect you to oblige but he tries anyway, “Could I speak to you for a moment?”

Yes, please!

On the inside, you’re all giddy but of course, you don’t let that seep through to your exterior.

You make a show of turning slowly and blink at him as if you were inconvenienced. “We’re kind of doing something.”

Doing what? You were watching Namjoon work by himself. Jungkook wanted to roll his eyes but he kept his cool, instead replying, “It won’t take long.”

Well, that's a shame. You wouldn't have minded sparing him an hour or two.

You exchanged a look with Namjoon, who gave you a small shrug and stepped somewhere to the back towards some other shelves.

Don't get him wrong, he just wants to give you two the illusion of privacy.

Namjoon is absolutely eavesdropping as he ‘searches’ for Logan’s parcel. The same one he found two whole minutes before Jungkook even came in.

Now that you were ‘alone,’ Jungkook realised he hadn’t really rehearsed for this. He couldn’t just turn his professional voice on here. That won’t mean shit to you. But he had to start with something.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “I owe you an apology,” he began, “I was in no position to raise my voice at you. That too, so… publicly.” He chooses his words carefully.

Slowly spinning to face him, you tilt your head, sort of sizing him up.

Jungkook’s mouth slightly opens once more, as if he was about to speak, but nothing comes out.

But, he’s… unintentionally checking you out.

Did you have a makeup artist at your beck and call? A glam squad? How were you so… decked up every time he saw you? That was a talent.

Even hours into what he can only assume is a busy day, you still look… flawless. Not a single lash was out of place. Even your lips were perfectly painted.

Jungkook didn't think he'd be attracted by this level of, dare he say, perfection. He finds it phony. But for you, it makes sense.

And he means that in the best way possible.

While Jungkook’s mind wandered, you were getting more impatient by the second.

Your glossy lips form a little pout and your brows furrow just the slightest, a bit disappointed by his apology. I mean, he hadn’t even apologised. Just acknowledged he owed you one.

You thought you deserved more than that. But if this is all you were going to get… - “‘S okay, Mr. Jeon.” With that, you harshly turn toward wherever Namjoon had ventured off to, ready to follow him.

That fucking nickname again. He didn’t know if you were being playful anymore.

Jungkook wasn’t finished, “I was mad at someone and I let it out on you. I’m sorry.”

Yeaahh, you guessed so.

Simply you shrug, “I get it. It’s whatever.” You glance back at him, offering him a quick, tight lipped smile and toss your hair over your shoulder.

Jungkook could only stare.

He has… said whatever he could. What else is he supposed to do?

Were you vindictive? Was this something that would come back up later to bite him in the ass? God knows he deserves it, but still.

When Namjoon hears nothing but silence, he assumes you're done. He reemerges from the back, “This is yours. Sign here.” Namjoon pulled a clipboard out of thin air and presented it in front of your face.

“Ok.” You frown, grabbing at the air.

There’s no pen.

“I don’t have a pen.” You announce and just stand still, waiting for Joon to find one.

Before Namjoon could take action, Jungkook was already fishing for one from the inside pocket of his blazer or somewhere from in there. He held it out, clipped neatly between three fingers.

You give the man another bored glance, plucking the sleek black object from him. You were careful not to accidentally touch him.

However, Jungkook was fully prepared for you to graze your fingers across his. Dare he say, he was anticipating it.

But when you don't pull that move on him, he understands it.

Huh. You were mad at him.

Carefully, you play around with Jungkook’s pen, figuring out how it worked. Jungkook’s reaching across to do it for you when you finally get it. The cap thingy had to be twisted.

Not wanting to waste any more time than you already had, you doodle your name and add a little heart at the end out of habit then tuck the pen into your jeans' pocket.

“Thanks,” you say to nobody in particular and scramble away with Logan’s mail before Jungkook could say anything.

It’s your pen now.

Jungkook’s (and Namjoon’s) eyes followed you until the door clicked shut.

For a moment, Jungkook just stood there with his jaw tight. Involuntarily so. Then, taking a short breath, he turns to his partner. “By the way, I need you to take over mentoring Habin during lunch today.”

Namjoon pressed his lips together, immediately shaking his head, “Sorry. Can’t today. I’m seeing _____ for lunch. Haven’t seen her in a while.”

They went out two days ago? He was a bit peeved.

Something about this made his eye twitch, but he smoothened out almost just as fast.

Jungkook had been planning to use that time to catch you, maybe bring you something sweet as a peace offering.

But, it’s okay. Jungkook could see you literally any time.

He exhaled sharply through his nose. “When does _____ get off work?”

Namjoon arched his brow suspiciously, “...Why?”

...

Jungkook hesitated, then muttered - “…She took my pen.”

Namjoon returned a flat look.

Realising how silly he had sounded, Jungkook coughs. “I just want to apologise again. Properly.”

By the end of the day, you’d shrugged off Jungkook’s little outburst out of your mind, though you couldn’t resist milking it a bit longer.

It was out of your system but, you know, you had to mess with him a little.

Today, at work, you met quite a few new potential clients or pre-existing clients, you don’t remember anymore.

Nobody caught your eye though.

Well, there was this one dude who kind of looked like a cat but he seems even more reserved than Jeon Jungkook so you’re not touching that. At least not anytime soon. And not until you’ve got this man out of your system.

Also, Logan said you weren’t allowed to mix business and pleasure anyway.

So meh.

Too tired to drive, you text Logan to get you someone to drive you home instead.

He really wore you out today. In a way, the reason you had forgiven Jungkook was because you didn’t have the time to really sit and let the situation marinate. On one hand, it felt good to be busy but on the other, it was simply exhausting beyond belief.

Once again, you reiterate, you weren't built for this.

You wondered if these bitches at work made you run around on purpose just because they could.

‘_____, go fetch the bla bla files.’

‘Make sure the waters are filled.’

‘Bring us the good champagne.’

‘_____, take notes, don’t snooze.’

And good luck to whoever has to decipher your notes because you have no idea what half of the words spoken in these meetings meant. You didn’t know they even existed.

What is *feedoucheairy? And there was brief talk about executions? What kind of business was your brother running?

Jeon Jungkook better be worth it.

You know what though? You’re close, you can feel it. It’s going to be tricky how you’re going to go about it but it’s going to happen for you. You're a lucky girl.

Speaking of it…

As soon as the elevator doors open, your sights fall on a certain man.

Jeon Jungkook stood up tall with a thingy in his hand.

Your steps halter and your fingers automatically inch toward your pocket where you had stuffed his pen back in. You had used it to write your notes earlier at the office.

That’s also when you noticed his name engraved on it.

Must’ve been a special pen or whatever. You suppose you should return it.

You sort of drag your feet to him. These boots were killing you. You thought you chose a sensible pair today but apparently not. You were not Bella Hadid.

Unlike literally every other time you’ve been in the building, you weren’t planning on running into him today. Working has genuinely worn you out. You’re practically sleepwalking out of here.

Jeon Jungkook had his back turned to you. A cup of something pink in one hand, his suit jacket draped over his arm and his feet shifting weight like he had been standing there a while.

Pfft. Dude was probably waiting for his girlfriend. Stupid Hyewon.

Your steps slowed near him. “...Are you lost?”

Jeon Jungkook almost jerked, facing you. “Oh!”

A bit jumpy today, are we? Bit loud too.

At your incredulous expression, Jungkook apologises once again, “I’m sorry.”

Moving closer, you tilted your head, forcing yourself to look up at the man. “You already said that.” The tone was very soft and pouty.

Jungkook instantly recognised drowsy look in your eyes. He sympathised with you.

This time, your face was completely devoid of any makeup. Just a hint of your natural flush. It’s almost alluring. The sleepy eyes, thinner lashes, two loose braids framing your face; something that was different from your hair earlier that day, your lips were also just… clean. Still pretty.

Jungkook, however, looked new as ever. Still sharp and, you know, hot. You eyed his lip piercing for a moment too long and felt your own mouth slowly parting open.

How does he kiss with the lip ring?

Ugh, you hope you still smell good.

After you scrubbed and washed your face and neck in Logan's personal office bathroom, you forgot to reapply any makeup or perfume.

This was too stressful, you bit your lip in annoyance.

Your eyes fall to his tattooed hand clutching a seemingly untouched drink. You point at it. “What’s that?” You wonder out loud, voice still gentle and weary.

Yeah, no, Jungkook is absolutely not used to this version of you. Docile and sweet.

He smirked slightly, “It's strawberry vanilla boba. I got it for you. I know you're upset about today.”

You look down at your feet, faking mulling over his words. Jungkook, too, tilted his head lower to catch your expression.

Oh, you really enjoyed the attention.

It wouldn't hurt to tell a little white lie now, would it?

You refrain from responding.

“I asked Joon what you liked and while he suggested matcha boba, I thought you’d be more of a berry girl.” Quickly, he adds, “But I can go get you matcha one if this isn't your thing.”

That surprised you, though you covered it quickly with a few small nods, unintentionally looking down at the boba like it wasn’t really going to hit the spot.

Namjoon was right. You're a matcha girl. But you're actually quite touched he did this for you and weren't in the mood to ‘fight.’

He ripped the little plastic packaging containing the straw with his teeth, unwrapping it pretty smoothly, and jammed it into the cup on the first try. You were in awe.

Hot… A bit rough too.

“Oh. Thanks…” Then you looked down at your hands. They were already occupied, one with a giant folder that obviously wouldn't fit into your handbag and the other held your delicate flip phone.

You could just put your phone away but you were waiting for an important text from your brother.

Oh, his pen!

“Oh, um. I have something for you as well. Hold this.” - You hand him your phone, dig into your pocket and pull his pen out.

A look of recollection flashes across his features. The pen had completely slipped his mind.

“Here,” you extend the sleek object towards him, “I used it a lot today.”

“You did?” Jungkook glanced down at it, then back at you. “You could keep it if you liked it.”

Huh… Your fingers tightened around it.

It was just a pen. But, coming from him, it felt like something else entirely. You almost consider it-

“Hyewon got it for me. She had ‘couple’ pens made.” Jungkook smiled at the memory.

-until he said that. No, thank you!

The moment soured instantly.

Your grip loosened before you set it into his pocket clumsily. “Then you should keep it,” you squeak the last two words out. “‘Kay?”

Ok, you have no idea where bitch _____ came from. You swear you didn’t intend to sound that mean. It didn’t seem like he had any objections to this though, so you’re good.

At this point, you just wanna get to your penthouse and submerge yourself in nearly boiling hot water. Just soak for a while. Maybe you just needed a hug.

Ugh, you wish you had a hot tub.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in his hand. It must be Logan.

“One second please.” You excuse yourself as you grab your phone and turn your back to Jungkook.

Jungkook’s just left surprised about the fact that you knew how to use the magic word. He just nods once.

Lo(ser): everyones tired _____. youve gotta jus call an uber soz

Lo(ser): im coming down tho dw

Lo(ser): just ride with me tomorrow, let ur car stay here

Tomorrow? There won’t be a ‘tomorrow’ because you’re taking tomorrow off.

What’s the point of knowing the boss if you can’t pull shit like this from time to time? You don’t think Logan even asked if anyone was available. You should’ve just done it yourself.

Argh! You could’ve had Namjoon drive you, but you encouraged him to go on a date tonight. So he left early.

At least one of you should get some.

Fuck, whatever. Uber it is. On the company card too. You might even make a few stops just because.

Would you get into trouble for buying Prada on the company card?

“_____!” A masculine voice pulls your attention away from your phone. God, did he have to be so loud? This is his workplace.

Logan jogs to where you stood, “Are you leaving now?”

“No, I’m standing in the lobby with all my shit for no reaso- yes, I’m leaving now, what kind of question is that?”

Logan chooses not to engage, putting his hands up in defense instead.

Then he notices Jeon Jungkook watching the two of you. - “Oh, hey man.”

Jeon Jungkook just gives him a stiff smile and a nod. A bit reserved as compared to a few minutes ago when it was just you and him.

Logan eyes the pair suspiciously. What was going on here?

Slowly, you gravitate back to your original position near Jungkook. You’re yet to accept his apology. And the boba.

In all honesty, you weren’t in the mood to put anything in your mouth just yet. You wanted to be clean and at peace, not in pain, when you finally filled your stomach.

“You know what? Thank you for this, but I really don’t think I can digest anything now,” you start off, hoping it doesn’t come off as an excuse, “I just need to focus on getting home…” You were just too drained to mess around with him.

Seeing him did brighten you a tad though. You wish you could've hung around for longer.

Jungkook felt the slightest hint of disappointment on hearing your words, but didn’t let it show. He was stoic as ever. To him, it was apparent that you were still unhappy with him. Or maybe strawberry vanilla was indeed a bad choice. Next time, he’d stick to what he knows you’ll like for sure.

Next time…

Jungkook doesn’t get to dwell on that thought. He’s brought out of it when he hears Logan asking you to download the Uber app on your phone and then dog you about 'never having what you really need on time.'

And Jungkook couldn’t help but ask - “Didn’t you drive today?”

Both heads turn to Jungkook.

“I did…” How did he know that?

“Is something wrong with your car?” Jungkook presses.

“No, I’m just too exhausted to drive…” You whine, “Might fall asleep a few-”

Before you could finish, Logan cut you off, “It’s okay, just delete your stupid games and make space for the important stuff.” He was exasperated.

Jungkook noticed your and your brother’s energies seemed to bounce off of each other, creating an uncomfortable situation for both of you.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to help you. And possibly make up for insulting you once and for all.

So he comes up with the most random solution. “I could drive you.”

You cock your head. Oh?

Logan answers for you, “Oh, there’s no need for that. She needs to get rid of all those silly games anyway. Most of it is probably malware too.”

You frown at Logan, hating how stupid he’s made you look in front of Jungkook, acting like you couldn’t make your own decisions.

“It’s literally just Candy Crush and Project Makeover.” You lie. You had way more, totally stupid, brain-rotting games downloaded. Although, more than half of your storage is occupied by photos and videos of yourself and screenshots of cute clothes and shoes you intended to buy eventually. So, there’s that.

“But it’s… okay, I’ll Uber home.” You faintly accept defeat.

Jungkook wouldn’t allow it. “_____, you won’t be putting me out. I’m already here. I’ll get you home safely.” He can see the discomfort flashing across your face.

Momentarily, he deliberates if he was too forward with his offer.

Logan knew of your thing for Jungkook, not about your actual plan, but he knew you wanted him. He was protective of you, as any brother would be his sister. Now, he felt uncomfortable by the idea of you and Jeon Jungkook alone in his car, and possibly in your home, or even your room.

However, Logan also knew Jeon Jungkook was a respectable man. And in a relationship with a gorgeous woman. Not that that ever stopped anyone from cheating, but he thinks Jungkook wouldn’t go for… Pfft, he doesn’t know shit about Jeon Jungkook.

But Logan knows that you always get what you want. So, what the hell.

Sighing deeply, your brother gingerly nudged you with his knee, “Go.” He motioned towards Jungkook with his head. You almost squeal in celebration.

You carefully shot Jungkook a questioning glance. Final offer.

In response, Jungkook extended his hand in your direction.

Freezing for just a second, you almost put your hand in his before realising it was aimed at the giant file you were struggling to carry.

Oh, phew.

That could’ve turned into a potentially embarrassing situation.

“Thanks, Mr. Jeon,” You gladly dump the file on him and waddle off towards the exit and cry, “Toodles!”

“Charge your phone!” Logan screams after you.

He then turns to Jeon Jungkook, “Thanks, man, this was really nice of you. Let me input our address on your phone?”

“Oh, you guys live together?” Jungkook completely expected you to have your own place.

“We do. I’ve been wanting to move out for a while now but _____ can’t really… hold on her own,” Logan laughed awkwardly at the oversharing, adding, “It’s not bad, just can’t bring guests home, you know?”

Jungkook’s mouth opened in realization, “Ah. I see.” He hands the blond his phone unlocked.

Interesting.

“Yeah.” Logan sighed, adding the necessary details. “I’m going to add my number too, just in case. It’ll be saved under _____, Logan.”

Jungkook nodded, “Great.” Your brother was very professional and respectful. A total opposite of you. You're probably the younger sibling.

“Thanks again, man. This really is a big help. You’re taking your car?” He hands him his phone back.

Jungkook takes a quick look at the address, “I am, yeah. Should I take _____’s instead?”

Logan quickly shook his head, “Oh, no, no. I’ll take it today.” That's his problem now. “Go on, though! Don’t wanna keep the princess waiting for too long.” Your brother cringed the moment the nickname left his lips.

Jungkook simply smiles kindly before waving him off and following after you. He’s glad to know he had the right idea of you. You were a prissy little princess.

And immediately, he wishes he never thought of that.

Up until now, Jungkook was doing an excellent job not thinking about your little game of footsie from Saturday. But when he realised you’d both be in his car alone; in the same space where he had to stifle a hard-on with his coat earlier today, he almost regretted his proposal.

He wasn’t a religious man but as he speed-walked to the basement, Jungkook’s praying to three Gods and ten apostles that a repeat of it doesn’t occur again. Not now.

You don’t know how you managed to almost sprint out of there while your feet were slowly getting stabbed into disrepair. Perhaps, you didn’t want to give Jungkook a chance to rescind his offer.

You waited for him by his humble Maybach; the parking attendant pointed you to its direction.

Jeon Jungkook’s car was so… Jungkook. It’s all black and looks like it's got an all black interior too. You never thought you’d be into this. But here you are. You attempt to sneak a little peek through the tinted windows, it looks real cozy in there too. You wonder if the seats reclined all the way back.

“You’re gonna see it anyway, you know?” Jungkook’s voice startles you, making you yelp and stumble just a little.

You steady yourself against his car and gracefully turn to him, flashing him a condescending smile, “No way.” You feign disbelief.

Jungkook raises his brow at you. Brat.

He unlocks the car and holds the door to the backseat open for you.

The back seat?

Unconsciously, you pout, “But I wanna sit up front.”

Jungkook affirms warily, “Okay.”

He hadn’t expected this either, assuming you’d like to feel like you were being chauffeured around by your own personal… chauffeur. Well, technically, that was the case indeed.

Not giving it too much thought, he notes how you simply wait next to the passenger seat.

You knew the car was unlocked and you observed how the door’s opened. Yet, you just… stood there. Waiting for Jungkook to do it for you.

On any other day, he would do it for you. Today, he couldn't help but push your limits.

Jungkook hastily places your file and his coat in the back and slams the door shut.

Then he walks around you, to the driver’s side.

What the hell?

You eye him as he stands on the other side of the car.

Smirking at you, he swung the door open and slid into the driver’s seat, and then you hear the dull thud of the door sealing him in.

Gasp. Rude!

A little sulky, you attempt to open your side. The handle was, like, flat against the door. Jungkook had clicked on some button or lever or whatever to pull it out and then actually yank it open.

Where the hell was that damn button?

Screw Jeon Jungkook. He was teasing you.

Had your feet not been killing you, you’d have strutted your ass back to the main building because you are Miss Petty.

You were too exhausted for this! And you don’t want to cry.

Jungkook finally leaned over and opened the passenger door for you from the inside, flashing you a challenging look, “I thought you knew how to work the door.”

Asshole. Did he not want to make up for losing it on you like a lunatic? Is he done apologising?

Wasting no time, you hop in. “Just drive, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook hums lowly, pulling out of the lot.

Soon you were on the highway, wordlessly watching the vehicles zoom past.

The two loose braids begin to bother you, prompting you to impatiently pull them out.

Jungkook eyes the movement next to him. Immediately noticing something, he sternly calls out, “_____. Seatbelt.” He points that you’re yet to buckle in.

So demanding… You let out an exasperated sigh.

Locating the belt, you tug at it. But the strap snagged stubbornly in place. “Ow. It’s stuck,” you muttered, giving it another yank.

Helplessly, you frown at him.

“Okay, I’m going to just...” Jungkook’s hand reached across, still focusing on the road, repeatedly tugging sharply at the strap until it freed.

For a split second, he was impossibly close--- his arm brushing you, his face hovering near your cheek. You could smell his shampoo. So good.

It was almost a hug in a way. Like a half hug. A one-handed, side hug. You held your breath. Jungkook’s cologne floods your mind.

This was divine intervention. You were convinced this was a sign from the universe. It wants you and Jungkook to happen.

No thoughts, just Mr. Jeon.

You swear he takes a second too long to move away even after he manages to get the belt unstuck. His hand faintly brushes against your arm, which was in the way, as he buckles you in himself. Just the way you’d like it.

Unfortunately, you don’t quite get to revel in that moment or fangirl over him as you see a certain woman’s name flashing on his car’s dashboard.

Hyewon 🩷

Instantly, his heart rate increases. He suddenly remembers something. Jungkook felt guilty instantly.

He tapped the screen, and her voice immediately filled the car.

“Babe, where are you? I’ve been waiting in your office for ten minutes now. Your assistant said you were out on some errand? Will it take long?” Hyewon’s voice carried a sense of urgency.

Jungkook’s knuckles tightened on the wheel. “Ah… yeah, love. I’m driving _____ home.”

Love?? Gag. You secretly roll your eyes.

Silence. A long, awkward silence.

Then a confused, “Wh–huh? Why? I mean, is everything ok?”

“It’s… a long story,” - It really was not but it is complicated. - “But she’s too tired and drowsy to drive herself, so… I offered. It’d be unsafe otherwise, you know?”

No, Hyewon didn’t know. Jungkook didn’t exactly give her any clear answers about anything.

After a second, she asks, “Have you already left?”

Jungkook winced, “Yeah, we’re nearing the freeway by the big mall.”

He feels awful, he really does. He was going to take Hyewon to her favourite pie shop and it was a long drive. But, now, he doubts that’ll be happening.

Hyewon doesn’t mention it though.

Then, a careful, “Oh. Is _____… hearing this?”

“She is, yeah,” he replied flatly, glancing at you whose eyes were trained straight ahead.

“Oh!” Hyewon’s voice suddenly brightened, it sounded forced and a little too cheerful. “Hi, _____!”

You don’t answer.

You stare at the glowing display with her name, blinking slowly, then turn to him sporting a bored look, and finally look away with a long blink.

What the fuck?

Jungkook’s jaw twitched. “…I think she might’ve… fallen asleep already,” he lied smoothly, sparing his girlfriend the humiliation.

“Oh! Okay then. Um… I’ll see you back at the office?”

“Yep,” Jungkook nodded, “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay! Drive safe. I love you!”

“Love you too.” Jungkook shoots you another glance as he ends the call. He’d have scolded you for blatantly ignoring someone’s greeting but he probably isn’t on that level of friendship (or anything really) with you yet.

You were staring out the window, twirling the ends of your hair.

Couples were so gross.

Slowly, without realising or fighting it, you somehow drift off to sleep. With a head full of thoughts about Jungkook's tattoos.

Jungkook drove in silence, choosing not to disrupt your slumber.

By the time he pulled up outside your building, your head was tipped against the window and your breathing steady and slow. Jungkook lingered for a moment, debating whether to wake you. But he decided against it and let you nap as you looked pretty peaceful. Something he wasn’t used to seeing.

Jungkook pulled his phone out, deciding to get in touch with Pieradise. He’d better order his girlfriend some pies for tomorrow at the latest because they’d never make it to her tonight. And that’s his fault. This was the least he could do for picking taking you home over going on a date with his girlfriend.

His thumb tapped across the screen as he successfully placed the order. Even requesting a cute little message to be written in icing on a chocolate mud pie for his girlfriend.

Around ten minutes later, you stir a little, mumbling incoherently, catching his attention.

A soft moan escapes you as you blink yourself awake, “Mh…?” You rub your eyes. “Home?” You don't feel the car in motion.

A tiny smile threatens to tug at Jugkook’s lips as he watches you. “Ahh, you’re up. Yeah, we’ve been here a while. Tried to wake you, but you didn’t budge.”

You scrunch your brows at his response and yawn, “Sorry,” you murmur, softer than Jungkook’s used to hearing you.

You were a little delirious. And parched. You needed to wet your dry mouth.

Without thinking, your hand went for the untouched boba in the cupholder. You slurped, making sure to draw up a few pearls--- only to gak in discomfort, pulling a face.

Bad drink. So bad.

You shoved it back into place like it hurt you.

A second later, you turn to Jungkook with another half-asleep, polite ‘Thanks, Mr. Jeon.’ and a little ‘I like your car.’

Grabbing your bag, you pushed the door open and shuffled out. Jungkook got out too, circling to the backseat to retrieve your file. “You almost forgot this.”

You took it from him with a little hum, smiling faintly. “Thanks again.” You said for what felt like the tenth time that day, before waddling toward the lobby, waving lazily over your shoulder.

Jungkook watched until you disappeared inside the building. Then he slid back into the driver’s seat, shooting Logan a quick message:

We’ve reached.

A reply came only seconds later:

👍 Thank you.

His gaze dropped to the abandoned boba. The straw still carried a faint imprint of your lips.

Without even a second of hesitation, he grabs it and takes a long sip.

The taste hit him instantly. He grimaced hard, pulling the straw away. “Fuck, that’s awful.”

It was as if someone added milk and pink dye to simple syrup. Sickly sweet. He had to wait a minute or two for his stomach to settle. Whether that was out of excitement or disgust is… debatable.

All morning, you'd been feeling chilly and warm at the same time. You're afraid you might be catching something.

So of course, you've stayed back at home.

Perhaps you need to pop an ibuprofen just in case. That’s probably not how they’re meant to be used but, I mean, they’ve worked every time.

Logan left for work later than usual. You believe most of your coworkers have chosen to work from home today. You do feel slightly guilty for bailing on your brother. But also, what use would you really be?

A sudden, loud chime of the doorbell pulled you away from your thoughts.

You hope it’s that replacement vibrator you ordered last night.

Rushing to fetch the delivery, you skid on the wooden floor.

You open the door without checking and are immediately met with a massive bouquet of blush-pink peonies, fresh and fragrant.

Oh?

They were wrapped in the prettiest white lace cloth.

You’ve never really seen a bouquet quite like this before. Shocking, I know. It was gigantic. The burly dude holding it struggled to.

The delivery agent handed them over with a polite grin. “For Miss _____. From JK&K.”

Your heart skipped.

Jungkook?

The man carefully places the arrangement in your arms and closes your door for you.

“Thanks!” You thank the delivery guy and yell wishing him a good rest of the day over the door.

The flowers were impossibly pretty. They were so… delicate and lush. Not a single bruised petal in sight.

A little folded note sticks out from the bunch. Oh, and there’s your confirmation.

Hastily resting the bouquet on your kitchen counter, you reach for the little piece of paper.

‘Pretty flowers for a pretty girl. :-)’

And it was JK&K stationery.

You blush at the thought of Jungkook picking out flowers for you.

Oh, but wait.

There’s another clown you know who speaks like this and has access to JK&K.

You were about to text Namjoon about it but then noticed how lovely the lighting was in your kitchen.

And that warranted for a selfie thirst trap! You were in your element. Au naturel. Just a sweet little lace cami top and cute sweat shorts.

You positioned the flowers on your lap and snapped a few photos of yourself.

Those were going straight to your Instagram story.

You then directly send your story post to Namjoon asking him whether the flowers were from him.

_____: did you get me these

There probably wasn’t going to be a response until lunch time.

If you think about it, it’s very likely to be Joon. Because only yesterday, he invited you to some charity gala as his plus one. It’s sort of a last minute ask because the event is in three days; on a Friday evening.

He was planning to take his date from last night but it turned out to be a dud. So, you’re up.

You told him that you’d get back to him later.

There was so much shit you needed to figure out before you agreed.

What would you be wearing? Could you source something appropriate in time without compromising on the _____-ness of it? And after the outfit’s ready, you’d need to get the shoes. Then find the perfect jewelry. Who’d be doing your hair and makeup? You like to have a trial run at least two days before any event.

This wasn’t only big but genuinely important too.

I mean, yeah, it's a big charity thingy but you meant important like Jungkook would be there important. With his girlfriend but, you know, he's there.

No doubt, you’ll have many opportunities to flirt with him. - That’s what Namjoon tried to bribe you with.

Honestly, you believe you could pull it off if Logan gives you the rest of the week off.

Oh! You’d also need to get your vitamin drips in order. No space for any sort of sickness if you're going to be doing this.

There’s just… a lot that goes on when you’re preparing to make a public appearance of this sort. A fancy gala. And this would be your first one in a while.

You’d probably be faced with rude, older people and rich creeps. This warrants for a lot of mental prep.

The vibrations of your phone bring you back to reality.

rkive: no 🤨

rkive: i’d never send you something that basic, you know that

rkive: who are you fucking?

You only respond with a winky face with its tongue sticking out. ;p

Alright...

So, it was Jungkook?

This was certainly… a bold move. Especially with that note. He’s got pretty handwriting too.

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl?

You lean back on your couch, hugging the flowers close. Interesting.

Well, now you’ve got to go for sure.

ʚ𖹭ɞ

Later that night, out of respect for Logan, you put in an official request for a few sick day leaves.

Of course, you made Namjoon write it for you.

Your brother didn’t want to deal with your shit, and ended up caving instantly.

So, yay.

Since there’s quite a lot to accomplish before the gala, you solicit his help unashamingly.

Logan knew people.

“So, I need to get in contact with your ex...” Logan’s ex-girlfriend is an incredible hair and makeup artist. She never liked you because you kept calling her Camelia instead of Amelia. You could never remember the chick’s name. But for some reason, you trust her with your hair.

"I'm not doing that."

“I want to hire her for my hair and makeup for Friday. It’s short notice but she likes you so, you know, just do this for me.” You explain as you go through your shoe inventory because you think you’ve just found the perfect outfit to wear.

Lucky for you, it was already lying in your closet.

It was a two-piece, beaded chiffon dress in the prettiest shade of butter yellow.

The almost-sheer, halter top had a high neckline with extended ties that can be tied at the back of the neck, leaving your shoulders bare. The front was adorned with intricate beadwork and sequins forming a floral design with trailing leaf-like embellishments. It glimmered in the light whenever you shifted. There was a slit on the front of the top only a few centimeters above your navel, leaving your belly piercing jewelry on display. It's just what you needed.

You even had the perfect butterfly piercing that matched the dress.

The skirt flowed slightly below your knee and contained a similar floral beadwork as the top. It also had an asymmetrical hem.

It's very feminine and summer-y. You're giving garden.

The moment you finalised the yellow outfit, everything sorta fell into place. Dangling, crystal teardrop earrings with a diamond tennis bracelet, pink shimmery eye makeup and a nude lip, maybe even a fake glitter tattoo? Your look was coming together really quickly. And it was beautiful.

Your nails would be stiletto-shaped and sparkly. Always a crowd pleaser.

After twenty minutes of browsing, you settle for strappy silver heels.

You send Namjoon a picture of your whole look just in case he wanted to match.

Although… You didn’t want people getting any ideas.

Four days have passed since you agreed to escort Namjoon to this charity event that he hasn't given you much info about. You didn’t bother asking around either because, well, you just didn’t.

Now you wish you had dug a little deeper.

At the very last moment, only minutes before you were set to enter the venue, Namjoon reveals where exactly he was taking you.

It was The Eirene. Only open (by invitation) to Fortune 500 company owners and top level execs. So, you’d certainly never been. It was the most legit and the biggest charity event in the country.

Apparently, they did a feature story on JK&K sometime that year.

According to Namjoon, it was a huge deal to even be acknowledged by them, let alone receive an invite to the actual event.

You don’t doubt it.

The second you step foot into the hall, the view blew you away. It was dreamy.

Neutral warm light spilled from mini crystal chandeliers, scattering across the polished Calacatta marble floors like twinkling stars. Not too harsh or too dim. It’s just right.

But the main attraction was the gorgeous centerpiece.

At the very center stood a Chinese magnolia tree, its branches carefully cultivated so that pale pink blossoms unfurled all over. It’s grandiose.

You wonder how they got a tree that size inside here.

Circular tables radiated outward from it in a perfect symmetrical order. Each table was dressed in an ivory linen and decorated beautifully with floral arrangements you can’t quite make out from so far away, and candles of varying heights and widths.

You spot orchids, roses, dahlias and maybe zinnias? A combo you find very fascinating. They’re colourful yet muted. Pastel. Not too hard on the eyes.

The silverware looked exquisite too.

Ugh. You didn’t think it'd be this sort of event.

You spend a good five minutes just looking around, admiring and judging the details. The wooden chairs with pale pink cushions were an interesting choice.

The guests looked like they belonged here for sure. Like ninety nine percent of the women wore long flowy gowns. You were the one percent that did not get the memo.

Unable to shake the thought that you were absolutely underdressed, you smack Namjoon on the arm. “Ow!”

He should’ve told you about this! You bet there’s a strict dress code. Otherwise, you don't believe that people wouldn't experiment with their looks. Or maybe this just wasn't a fashion forward event.

No... You've seen women draped in vintage Cavalli and dripping in diamonds.

Fuck.

You like to stand out but not to this degree. This made you feel as though you’d stumbled into a masquerade without a mask, exposed and stuff.

Hell, you weren’t even wearing a bra for fuck's sake. Literally no protection. Thank goodness for seamless underwear. Without them, you'd have ended up panties-less.

You even had to do your own hair and makeup because Camelia's bitchass showed up late. She helped with hairspray and some final touches: little diamond pins for the thin braids scattered in between your beachy waves.

You allow Namjoon to lead you to your designated table. It was at the front, kinda. Near the stunning tree. You also notice a mic stand close to the tree.

Jungkook and Hyewon were already seated, chatting with another couple at the table. Your table.

You kept your posture upright and confident.

Hyewon spots you two first, grinning, “Oh, my! Hi, you two!” She leaves her chair to envelop you in an unwanted hug. “I had no idea you’d be here, _____!”

Your arms stay rooted to your sides, but you smile at her. “Hi, Wony. I didn’t know I’d be here until three days ago either.”

Jungkook and the other two patrons stand to greet you and Namjoon too. Jungkook and Namjoon share a bro hug and begin prodding and poking at each other.

You want to be next. Oh, you hope you’re up next.

“_____, you look so good. I almost didn’t recognise you.” Hyewon demands your attention.

“Thank you, you’re kind…” You look her up and down.

Of course, she too was dressed in a gorgeous black gown with a sweetheart neckline and a… Cartier diamond necklace?

So, she does have taste.

Hyewon notices you eyeing her necklace in awe. “Sexy, right?” She touches it gently, “Do you like it?”

“Very sexy...” Your pupils gleam. Those are some gorgeous stones.

Hyewon blushes, “You could borrow it whenever.”

Borrow?!

Airily, you laugh, “Oh, no, I might have to get one for myself now.”

Hyewon giggles, “Yes! Maybe your boyfriend here could get you one.” She nods at Namjoon, who was engaged in a conversation with Jungkook and the other two guests. “Kookie bought me this, you know.”

Ohhhhh.

Oh, wow.

You force yourself to not look bitter. You don’t even bother to address the Namjoon thing.

Why does she think you’re dating?

“Maybe,” you faintly giggle. “You look pretty, Hyewon.”

At least the necklace suited her.

“Thank you! I wish I had the balls to dress like you though!” She rubbed your arm.

Whatever that meant.

You simply scoff playfully and move away from her to join Namjoon.

“Hi, doll.” Joon grabs you by the shoulder, “Come say hello to my friends.”

The one with the cat face speaks first, “Min Yoongi. Hello again.”

He looked very familiar. You squint your eyes at Min Yoongi.

Where had you seen him?

You tilt your head, returning the greeting, “I’m _____.”

The other woman introduced herself as Seowoo. She was Yoongi’s assistant. You found it cool that she wore a pantsuit, but you don’t think you’d have too much in common with her.

Finally you turn to Jungkook. He looked like he had been anticipating a greeting with the faintest shadow of a smirk.

“Mr. Jeon.” - “_____.”

Once again, you take note of his piercings. The hoop earrings lined along his earlobe… Oh, how you love men with piercings.

How lovely would it be if you could see his tattoos again. Just a glimpse. You miss them already.

You remember how they peeked from under his sleeve the day he drove you home. Ugh. Dumb bitch.

You had the perfect opportunity to make a move then but you were sulky after that fuckass phone call. And tired.

“Thank you,” you said suddenly remembering, “for the flowers.” You smile up at him sweetly.

But Jungkook’s brows only raise and his head tilts in question.

Um.

“The… peonies?” You prod, awkwardly glancing at Namjoon. Did this fool lie to you?

But then an annoying voice chimes in--- “Oh, that was me!”

Your neck nearly cracks by the sheer force you apply turning it to look at that woman.

She better be lying.

Putting her hand on her boyfriend's bicep, she explains, “Kook told me about the little incident and I felt bad.” Hyewon’s face flushed a delicate pink, and she ducked her head with a small laugh. “I couldn’t decide between roses and peonies, but I thought the peonies suited you better.”

The words landed like a punch in your gut.

Oh! Okay!

Of course it had been her. Of course.

You glanced at Jungkook. His expression showed confusion, and that stung even more.

So, he really had zero clue about the flowers.

Why the motherfuck did she have to use JK&K stationery?

Fuck.

‘Embarrassed’ doesn't even begin to describe how you feel right now. You can’t believe it.

Another humiliating experience. It'd only been five minutes since you got there.

Realising you’ve been looking like a fish out of water this whole time, you finally regain your voice, “You know what? That makes so much sense! Oh, thank you, I absolutely loved the peonies!” You grab hold of her hand with both of yours. “They were the perfect choice.”

Ok, tone it down, you look crazy.

Everyone but Namjoon buys this.

Kim Namjoon can read your cues. He knows you're about to trash those flowers the moment you get out of here.

Honestly, even Jungkook could tell you weren’t being sincere. And it makes his heart beat faster. You thought he sent you flowers.

Before anyone could utter another word, a little announcement blasts across the venue, requesting people to find their seats.

Namjoon excuses himself from the group, briskly walking off to find his father while the others take their seats. Yoongi and his assistant sat across from you.

You just awkwardly linger. Though the tables were assigned, seats weren’t. You were just going to wait for Namjoon to see where he wanted you.

However, in his absence, Jungkook pulls a chair out for you. Right next to him.

He knew Miss Princess wasn't about to do it herself.

You stare at him for a second and wordlessly slide in. I mean, it’s whatever. He was already here, it was convenient. Hyewon was already in the chair on his other side.

“Hey!” You yelp as Jungkook suddenly pulls your chair in closer to the table while you're in it. “I can help myself, thank you!”

“Can you?” Jungkook teased. You don’t reply, rolling your eyes instead.

You want to poke him with your claw.

Soon Namjoon and Mr. Kim join the table and everyone resumed conversing with one another.

You hadn’t seen Mr. Kim since he and his wife walked in on you and Namjoon naked. But he was very kind to you. You’re grateful for that because you had been nervous about meeting him again.

Every year, The Eirene Foundation picks a cause or issue to focus on solving. This year it was the housing crisis.

Tonight marked the final night for donations to be collected specifically for this cause. And they also have two main awards for individuals and/or businesses who contributed the most, in every way possible. The first kind is for solely monetary support. The second kind includes both monetary and personal involvement. All this you learnt just now from Seowoo and the others.

You knew nothing about the business world and whatever went on within. You were told that your mother was invited too but she was away for work in Croatia. But her husband was present.

Kim Seokjin, your stepfather, was one of the two hosts… You don’t think he spotted you yet.

The three of you really needed to work on your communication skills.

Either way, in case of an auction or whatever, (which you now know is going to happen) you were fully prepared to donate. You carried your (and Logan’s signed) cheque books with you in your iridescent mini Chanel flap.

A sixteenth century gong rang throughout the hall signifying the beginning of the auction.

At the same time, servers in white gloves wove through the maze of circular tables carrying trays of appetizers.

The aroma made you salivate. You couldn’t remember the last time you ate something yummy.

Everyone’s attention was razor focused on the auctioneer and the whole process. First up was a three-day trip to Hong Kong. In only two minutes, it was going for fifty thousand.

You, on the other hand, were more focused on the small dish placed in front of you--- a delish shrimp cocktail. It was everything you needed. Spicy and fresh.

Except the shrimp weren’t peeled.

You stared at them, then at your hands, then back at them again with mild despair.

Who the hell decided this would be a good idea?

Leaning subtly toward Namjoon who was ultra focused on the auction, you whisper, “Peel these for me.”

Namjoon absentmindedly glanced down at the dish, then shook his head vehemently, “Sea creatures are friends, not food.”

Oh, give me a break.

Namjoon grinned at you and went back to sipping his champagne and bidding, "Seventy-five!"

What a dick.

You let out a soft groan and slump your shoulders.

You stabbed one shrimp halfheartedly with your fork and frowned at it like it had personally wronged you.

Hyewon had been watching you and kindly offered help, “_____, I can show you how to do it. It’s really easy, if you’d like-”

But before she could finish, you waved a hand. “No, no. I don’t want to learn. I just want them ready to eat.” Your tone skated the edge of petulance, and you realise it. You were just hungry!

Your mini outburst caught the entire’s attention.

Lovely.

Min Yoongi looked at you flabbergasted, “How old are you? Why don’t you know how to peel a shrimp at this age?”

Even though it came out harsh, it was a genuine question.

And you were ready to hide yourself under the table.

“Who peels them for you usually?” Yoongi doesn’t stop. “What if there was nobody around?”

You flip your hair over your shoulder, ignoring Yoongi’s stupid questions.

None of your business, grandpa.

“Aish. It’s okay, _____, there’s always an opportunity to learn.” Mr. Kim shook his head at Yoongi and motioned him to drop the topic.

This was so embarrassing. What the fuck was that woman’s problem? Why does she always want to talk to you and engage with you?

You empty your champagne and slouch back in your seat.

Hyewon winced, “Sorry, _____.”

Secretly, you roll your eyes at her but smile tightly in her face.

Jungkook, of course, caught it. He let out a scoff, low enough that only you and Hyewon could hear.

He shook his head like he couldn’t believe you. “You're unbelievable,” he muttered, but before you could bristle, his large fingers reached over, deftly peeling the shrimp one by one.

The whole table snuck glances at the scene.

Jungkook didn’t look at you while he did it, only pushed the plate back in front of you when he was done and cleaned his hands with a wet wipe.

“Thanks!” You lit up immediately.

Spearing a shrimp, you dip it in the sauce and pop it into your mouth with zero shame. “Mmm, yummy,” you moan in satisfaction with your eyes shut.

Jungkook shot you a sideways glance, still sorta annoyed with the way you treated his girlfriend. Yet, a wave of something softer flows over him when he sees how happy you got when he peeled your shrimps for you.

ʚ𖹭ɞ

Ten minutes later, you finally hear something worth bidding on. A private editorial shoot with renowned photographer and art director, Kim Taehyung.

It better be worth the two fifty grand you just dropped.

Evidently, he was very sought after by the ladies. You had to sit through, like, twenty women giving you the stink eye for winning.

Jungkook just sat back observing you as you kept upping the ante for Kim Taehyung's service. It was weird for him. Did you know Kim Taehyung?

More importantly, did you know Kim Taehyung was Jungkook's best friend?

He isn't trying to diminish his friend's craft but he can't help but wonder if you're doing this to trouble him.

Not that it'd work or anything...

ʚ𖹭ɞ

An hour went by unbelievably fast. You were actually having fun. Your favourite part was when the adorable CEO of BigHit Ent somehow fell off of his chair.

As the auctioning comes to an end, the gong rings once again and Seokjin takes the center ‘stage.’

Award ceremony time! You were actually curious to know who won. People were dropping hundreds of thousands today.

“Good evening once again.” Seokjin's voice carried smoothly across the hall. “On behalf of The Eirene Foundation, it is my great honor to present our annual awards tonight. As you know, every year we recognize those who went above and beyond to support the cause we’ve dedicated ourselves to. This year, that cause is ‘Housing for All’--- ensuring disadvantaged families, individuals, and children have roofs over their heads, stability, and protection.”

Applause, applause.

Seokjin basks in it. "Yeah, I know."

“The first award, the Pillar,” Seokjin continued, “is for outstanding monetary contributions. This goes to an individual whose commitment has been both generous and consistent. She is someone who truly believes in our ability to make a change, and whose passion for this cause is unwavering.”

He takes a breath, “This year’s recipient of the Pillar is…. Mrs. _____ Lia!”

Your head snapped up. That was your mother’s name??

The audience broke into applause once again, louder this time.

“She could not be here tonight due to prior work obligations, but I have the honor of accepting this award on her behalf.” Seokjin said as one of the Foundation directors handed him the crystal plaque.

He smiled and held it with pride, speaking into the mic again. “My wife has always believed that a home is more than brick and mortar. To her, it is dignity, it is safety, it is the foundation on which dreams are built. She often says that when people don’t have to worry about where they’ll sleep at night, they finally have the freedom to imagine tomorrow.” It’s like you don’t know your mother at all. “I know she would be deeply moved to see how her contributions have been recognized here tonight.”

And then, to your utter horror, his eyes landed on you.

“And of course,” Seokjin added warmly, “our family’s future is right here in this room! My stepdaughter, who joined us tonight--- would you stand, pretty angel? Give everyone a wave.”

Oh, he’s soooo dead. You know he only did this to irritate you. He's like barely TEN years older than you. Stepdaughter? He was like... uncle at best.

The spotlight swerved to you, blinding you instantly.

Seokjin’s a dead man walking.

Namjoon had a great laugh at your expense though.

Slowly, stiffly, you rose from your chair, forcing a small wave.

Oh, God, you hope your nips aren't on display. You bring your hair to the front.

The crowd responded with another round of cheers and applause that made your face burn. You sat back down quickly, pressing your lips tight.

Ass.

“I had no idea Kim Seokjin was your stepdad!” Hyewon excitedly whispers to you.

Never say that again ever.

You simply bury your face in your hands. You were a bit tipsy too. Four glasses of champagne does that to a chick.

Unfazed, Seokjin continued smoothly. “Now, on to the second award, the Steward of Hope. This award recognizes those who not only offered monetary support, but who also committed their time, their energy, and their personal efforts into making our cause successful this year.”

Seokjin looked across the hall. “These individuals brought not just resources, but also their personal vision and goals, and made tangible impacts in our communities.”

A pause. The hall quieted in anticipation.

“This year, the Steward of Hope goes to... Jeon, Kim & Kim and Genius Labs Design Studio.”

You blinked, stunned. JK&K?

Your head snapped sharply towards Namjoon and then Jungkook, both seated beside you as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Namjoon’s lips curved into a shy smile, while Jungkook ducked his head a little, modest as the claps thundered around you.

On Jungkook’s other side, Hyewon let out an excited cheer and leaned in to kiss him.

You didn’t even feel a tinge of jealousy; you were too overwhelmed with shock.

Namjoon rose first, and you automatically stood with him and hugged him, congratulating him warmly before shaking his father’s hand.

By the time you got to Jungkook, he was already heading for the stage with Min Yoongi.

You try to push the disappointment away. This wasn’t about you. It’s their moment.

Jungkook stood there, eyes sweeping briefly over the crowd before he began.

“Thank you,” he said simply at first, then smiled. “I’m truly honored to be here tonight. When Namjoon and I decided to support The Eirene Foundation’s efforts, we didn’t expect recognition. We only hoped to make a real impact.”

You could see hesitation on his face.

His tone softens, “Growing up, I didn’t always have a stable home. I moved around a lot as a kid, and there were times when stability felt… impossible. That experience is something I carry with me, and it’s why this cause resonated so strongly. To be able to help others find a place of security and belonging… It means more than I can ever put into words.”

You unintentionally glance at Hyewon who stared on at her boyfriend, all starry eyed.

“Of course, none of this was just me,” Jungkook added, glancing at his partners standing next to him. “Yoongi-hyung and his team at Genius Labs brought the vision to life. Namjoon-hyung worked endlessly, personally meeting with the communities and pushing us to aim bigger, reminding us this was about people, not numbers. And Mr. Kim-” he paused, bowing his head respectfully toward Namjoon’s father, “-made sure those ideas didn’t just stay on paper. His influence and networks opened doors the rest of us could never have reached. Had it not been for this man right here, we would have never been introduced to the Eirene Foundation.”

Jungkook smiled once again, "Once again, thank you. for this opportunity"

He then turned to Seokjin, who finally presented them with their crystal plaque. The men congratulated each other before returning to the table.

The applause that followed was deafening. People… really liked them.

Before the men returned to the table, you lean over to Hyewon and Seowoo, “Did you know about this?” - They both nodded.

Hyewon’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, “Of course. I helped with the speeches, actually.”

Did you ask?

You sat back, trying to process that, only to 'yell' at Namjoon as he pulled out his chair. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Namjoon blinked, a half-smile tugging at his mouth, “Would you have come if I gave you all those details?”

What sort of question was that?

“Uh, duh.” You shot back without hesitation. “Of course I would’ve come. To support you.” You exhaled, suddenly self-conscious. “I couldn’t even bring you guys presents. I feel so bad.”

Namjoon shook his head as he settles back down, “It’s okay. You being here means a lot to us.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “Trust me.”

Aw. You smile at him, leaning back in to place another kiss near his lips and then wiping your lipstick mark off of his skin.

Finally, you face Jungkook who was watching you and Joon.

It was awkward--- like you were both aware of something lingering. But then you smile. It was a real smile. No undertones of anything. “Congratulations. Really.”

Something in his expression shifted. He eased at your sincerity. “Thanks, princess.”

Oh, fuck.

It just slipped out. Jungkook fucking slipped.

He wishes he could erase your memories. He wants to bang his skull on the table.

Your doll eyes widen and your mouth forms a pretty little teasing pout. You lean closer, “Of course, Mr. Jeon.”

You’re positively giddy. And you swear you feel your nipples harden. Because Jungkook’s glanced down at your tits like fifteen times in the last two minutes.

Thankfully for you, nobody saw, heard or paid any heed to this exchange.

Someone announces for the desserts to be circulated. There was a variety of mini sweet delicacies you can eat in like two bites.

There’s like a band or a DJ or something somewhere. You can’t see them but you hear the music begin.

Some people gravitate to the dance floor, others mingle.

Namjoon has vanished once again, leaving you with Jungkook, Hyewon, Seowoo and Yoongi. The four are immersed in their own conversation.

You sneak little glances at Jungkook, dreaming about sitting on his lap. He was sexy.

People in turtlenecks are always hot. But a turtleneck and a suit jacket? Stunning!

You’re so fucking jealous of Hyewon you wanna eat glass.

You nibbled on the little earl grey macaron, lost in la-la land, thinking about Jungkook’s tattoos, ring-clad fingers fondling you. Especially after he called you princess?

He wants you sooo bad. You accidentally snort-giggle out loud. And the entire table has your attention.

“What are you giggling about?” Yoongi asks bluntly.

This dude had issues.

“None ya.” You spit back, scowling.

Yoongi clicked his tongue, “You were a lot nicer at work.”

Yoongi could see the wheels turning in your head. The hamster inside your brain was finally running again.

“Ohh riight, that’s where we met.” Yoongi is the cat-faced man from work. The one you swore you wouldn’t flirt with because of Logan.

Wow, Yoongi was a meanie. Kinda like Jungkook. Birds of a feather, you suppose.

“How did you not realise that? We sat across from each other for hours that day.” Yoongi wondered.

“I dunno, Mr. Min.” You really don’t.

Jungkook then abruptly excused himself from the table, taking Hyewon along, to meet people or whatever. You pout when he leaves, whispering a faint ‘Bye-bye.’

Lovely. Now what?

Why would he just leave?

Not even a minute later, Yoongi and Seowoo rise from their seats. “Come dance with me.”

You had to do a double take to make sure you had heard and seen this person right.

Yoongi’s asking you to dance? Mean Yoongi? The man who’s been lowkey taking jabs at you all night.

No, thank you.

You look at his assistant, “Dance with Seowoo.”

His assistant holds her palm up, “Seowoo is heading home. You two kids have fun.”

Yoongi didn’t look particularly eager. So you don’t know what that’s all about. He made his way to your side of the table, “C’mon. Don’t just sit here all night. You’ll doze off again.”

“Hey! What does that mean?” - Oh, you know exactly what that meant. You kinda nodded off during the meeting on Monday but nobody seemed to notice during that particular meeting. Apart from Min Yoongi, of course.

After a little huffing and puffing, he manages to pull you up and leads you to the makeshift dance floor. His hands were fucking huge. Bigger than Jungkook’s. And cold. You shivered when his fingers touched your bare back.

Logan and his stupid rules, ughfhsg.

“Can you even dance, gramps? Aren’t your bones too fragile?” - “Somebody really needs to shut you up.”

And shut you up he did.

The man can move… He led you, twirled you, swayed with you, spun you some more, and dipped you. You even caught Namjoon, Jungkook and Hyewon’s eyes a few times, waving excitedly at them.

Yes, at Hyewon too. Because you were miss drunky. You had downed a few too many bellinis.

You think Namjoon and Hyewon filmed you and Yoongi too.

You were still sorta drunk, and bummed out as night neared its end because Yoongi had to go.

You were super grateful for him keeping you company all this time while Namjoon was busy networking with his partner and his partner.

Yoongi gave you a little smile, “See you later, _____.”

You hugged him tight, “Kitty, don’t gooo…”

He pried your claws off him, “Namjoon’s right there. Let’s go.” Understanding you were a little drunk, he deposited you in Namjoon’s care instead of leaving you alone. Like Jeon Jungkook did. That jerk.

Namjoon allowed you to latch onto him as he chatted with his… friends? You don’t know who any of these people are to him. All of them tried to make conversation with you too which was nice until you got sick of answering the same questions about where you worked and your mom’s marriage and Logan and bla bla and bla bla.

You were bored.

At some point, you sobered up a little.

Where was Jungkook? Did he leave? Without saying bye? :(

_____ sad. :(

You found yourself wandering alone. You’ve forgotten your compact mirror and were desperate for a retouch. You have no idea of the physical state you’re in right now. Mentally? You were going through it.

Yes, you could’ve used your phone’s front camera but you were a little too tipsy to think of that.

A sweet waitress found you swaying and pointed you towards a secluded powder room. She described it as cozy and warm. And containing mirror.

So, off you went.

You followed her directions to the best of your ability. Your feet were surprisingly OK. Even after all that dancing. Oh, you think you even did a split. With no pain.

Your heels click softly against the marble as you look for a brown door with a gold handle as per the waitress' instructions.

There it is! You finally spot it.

But as you drew closer, strange sounds floated into the corridor. Like low grunts and stifled voices. Moans.

The door was ajar. But you’re certain the sounds were coming from within.

Maybe there were multiple rooms inside? Yeah, probably. It’s ok. All you need to do is fix your makeup and zoom, you’re outies.

Still, you cautiously push the door open.

The moment you did, your entire body went cold. Your brows knit together and blood rushes to your ears.

Hyewon was bent over the vanity, blindfolded with what looked horribly like a man’s tie, with her dress hiked indecently high over her ass.

Behind her--- Jungkook. Fucking her. Covering her mouth with his hand. He was still fully dressed. At least that's how it looked to you from the back.

You wish you had died before walking into this. No, you wish SHE had died.

Breath caught in your throat, you internally sob, you hate him so much. He’s so confusing.

You shook your head.

Jungkook’s gaze suddenly flicked up to the mirror, meeting yours instantly.

Oh, my goodness.

Yet another icy feeling spread across your body. You gulp and scrunch your toes to warm them up.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Jungkook. And he held eye contact with you through the mirror.

Then his mouth curved into this… dark smirk. He’s still fucking Hyewon and she’s still moaning his name.

You froze. Your brows furrowed even more, lips trembling, forming an angry pout before you could control it.

Jungkook closed his eyes and rolled his head back in pleasure. This time he turned around to watch your expression first hand. Not through the mirror. So pretty when you’re mad.

No...

Your mouth parts as you stare at him with the angriest look he's ever seen you give anyone.

Amused by your unamused face, he smiles at you again, groaning too this time.

OK! That was it.

It's like your head's spinning. As though the room tilts, you reach out to hold the velvet wall to steady yourself.

This was a nightmare. You’re not awake. This is not even happening.

You sniffle, turn on your heel sharply and storm away with hot tears prickling in your eyes.

You hate Hyewon so much. That should’ve been you tonight.

_____ really sad. :'((

next: killah (jjk) [7]

*feedoucheairy: fiduciary. and execution is yk, performance or the completion of a task, and not killing.

note: *scratches head* so this was long. im sure there will be little errors that i may have skimmed over. if you spot any, dont hesitate to bring them to my attention :)

and do not bite me ok ofc i had to fuck with our oc (u guys) a little

and please tell me what you think!!! your asks and comments motivated me to complete this chapter :)

what do we think of yoongi? 👁️👁️

also listen babys, when i say doll eyes or doe eyes, its really more about the emotion rather than the physical description. u dont have to imagine huge eyes, just yk the emotion and playfullness behind them

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