As he steps back to go back to his desk, I nervously look down and then leave the room.

I hurry back towards my office and collect the work I did last night, then head straight to my boss's office again.

"Here it is, Mister Jeon," I lay the papers right before him on his desk, standing on my spot to face him but only see his eyes staring at me. "Mister Jeon..." he mumbles with a smirk, surely enjoying the way I'm still calling him by obligation. "Uh. Baby," a sigh runs out of his mouth as he eventually lands his attention on the work I provided him.

"You got me mad this morning," he speaks out again, never shutting his mouth while giving the once-over to the sketches and notes. "Really fucking mad," his eyes shoot up to mine.

My heart skips a beat, and my blood freezes through my veins. "What did I do?" I inquire, puzzled.

"The issue is, you didn't do anything, Miss Han," his veiny hands let go of the pages, his steady and intimidating stare taking my breath away. I intertwine my hands behind my back and remain still, no matter how stressed I am from the inside. "I told you to come with some good work this morning, and I haven't seen you just once this morning."

As I cannot get anything out of my mouth, he stands up. He takes his glasses off and comes up to me, his hands in his pockets. "Why is that? Hm? Did you want to ignore me again?"

"No, I just thought you'd call me first. I didn't know, I promise," I tell him the truth. He stands before me. "You thought," he emphasizes. I nod, confirming I did not do this on purpose. He stares without saying anything, acting like he is expecting something.

"So, you're not gonna apologize or try to make it up?" he asks. I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry, Mister Jeon."

A soft smile he could not hide appears on his face for a brief second before he erases it. "I hope you have a better way to apologize because it's clearly not enough."

I do the same and lock lips with him once more, this time with more passion. He kisses me back, returning as much, if not more, ardor. Not resisting the urge to touch me, he holds the side of my face without pulling away.

I break the kiss myself and smile at him. "I apologize again, Mister Jeon."

This time, he does not hide the way this makes him feel. He smiles back at me, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Good, it's better," he slides his hand back in his pocket and licks his lips. He seems pretty silent today.

He stares into my eyes, and I can see a hint of vulnerability behind his usual confident facade. As he stands there, I can't help but wonder what thoughts are running through his mind.

I kiss him again, feeling like I should do something. "Are you still mad?"

"I'm not," he replies with a smile. "Go back to your office; I need to focus," he presses his lips together and returns to his desk, not behaving as usual. "Did you call me just for this?"

"Yeah, it's disrespectful of you not to kiss your boss good morning," he grins and puts his glasses back on. I laugh and get closer to him as he took my work back in his hands. "I'll be a better employee next time. I'm sorry."

"You better. You're my favorite one; I wouldn't want you to disappoint me," he keeps his eyes on me, not going back to work. "I won't. You know I only want to make you proud."

"Yeah, I do know," he licks his lips again, peeking down at mine. "So go back to work now. Make me proud again."

The right words used are enough to make me listen. "Alright. See you later, Mister Jeon," I bend over his desk and kiss him before heading back to my own office.

Why did he seem to lack so much confidence compared to usual?

•••

7 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

After the last workers leave the building one by one, I discreetly make my way to y/n's office, a room I frequent way too often. It carries her fresh and captivating scent that I want to inhale daily. I need to feel her presence near me and remind myself of my favorite person.

I may act rough and rude daily, but when I love someone, I become so vulnerable and affectionate, shedding my tough exterior.

"See you tomorrow, Mister Jeon," someone waves her hand at me as her friend smiled broadly at me. "See you tomorrow," I respond in a monotone and don't lose my time with those girls to reach the room I want to enter.

I can't believe that those girls will ever stop chasing me; it seems highly unlikely.

I knock on the door of y/n's office and go in. She is standing in front of her desk, looking at me.

"Your boss wants to see you," I step towards her, watching her tidy up. "Why?" her red lips form a crescent shape as I come closer. I stand right behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. "You're free right now, right?" I look at her, feeling much better near her.

She nods to me and turns her head to look into my eyes. "I am. Why are you asking?"

I press a kiss on her lips. "Why stay alone in our homes when we could spend the night together?"

"Hmm..." she pretends not to know and wanders her eyes away, acting as if she weren't sure. "Maybe because it's dangerous for me to spend a night with you all alone?"

"Dangerous?" I raise my eyebrows, heaving one hand up to her face to brush some strands away from it. "Yeah, you're dangerous. Mister Jeon," she grins and focuses back on her stuff. "And why is that?"

"Oh well, you kinda broke me yesterday even though we were still at work, so what if I go to your house?" she reminds me of those events I haven't forgotten or stopped thinking about. "Are you gonna tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"I won't..." she shakes her head, admitting something she tried to hide. "Then wouldn't you want it to last a little longer, in the dark, silence? There'd be foreplay, aftercare," I tempt her, my thoughts going wild. "In my big king-sized bed, after a meal I cooked for you, then for dessert, we would enjoy a warm bath with candles around us. Doesn't that sound good?"

"It does sound very good and tempting," she acquiesces and confirms what I thought. "If Mister Jeon invites you to his house, will you refuse?"

"Well, since it's Mister Jeon. I can't say no," her head turns in my direction for us to gaze at each other.

"Hm, I like this decision," I kiss her lips and tighten my clasp around her body, loving the heat of it and how pleasant it is to have her in my arms. "You'll feel like a spoiled princess with me, trust me."

"You don't have to do that for me; I prefer things to be natural rather than exaggerated." she calms the hot tension down with quick words. "What if I want to do it?"

"Fine then," she smiles without showing any reluctance, and I let go of her. I want to show her how sincere I am tonight.

30 minutes later...

"Here you are," I place the two dishes filled with the food I cooked for her on the coffee table, then add the flutes of champagne. "You better eat everything, alright?" I drop my body on the couch to be right next to her. "What if I'm too full?"

"Then save some room because I might need some later," I smile and take my eyes off of her to set them on the food. "Come on, start eating," my hot hand touches the side of her thigh and slides to the inner part of it, with some subtlety; however, I cannot help but stare at her. "What do you need it for?"

"Stop being so curious and taste what I cooked for you," I tease her by withholding the details she craves, gripping her thick thigh. She smiles as she listens to me, leaning closer to the plate to try my food.

I seem confident about my cooking, but honestly, I am worried she could not like it.

With some nervousness, I watch her savor the spaghetti, silently waiting for her opinion.

"So...?" I give a squeeze to her inner thigh, licking my lips without glancing away from her.

"Hmm," a humming sound vibrates through her throat as her mouth is now full. "That's delicious," she licks the sauce off her lips and uses a tissue to wipe them.

"Good, I'm relieved," I take my hand off of her and join in eating as well.

30 minutes later...

"Ugh..." I bite my swollen lips and close my eyes to lean back on the sofa and feel more comfy after our meal. My hand still placed on her thigh, I rub my fingers over it, loving the feeling of her soft and warm skin against mine. I trace circles over it with the tip of my fingers, enjoying the peaceful moment together.

Her thighs clenching, I lift my other arm up behind my head and keep going, knowing she must enjoy it without being vocal about it.

At the feeling of her hand over mine, I look at her. She holds it and glides it higher, staring back at me. I notice a small smile forming on her lips.

Her skirt draped over my hand, I make my touches even heavier, and she shows no resistance; instead, there is a hint of arousal.

As the drama keeps playing on Netflix with none of us paying attention to it anymore, I knead her inner thigh and stare into her eyes. "Do you like it?"

"You know how this makes me feel," she does not respond, her body language speaking volumes.

"You've been very quiet since I laid my hand there," I intensify the sensations for her, the side of my hand rubbing against her core as I move my fingers over her skin. "Your touch is...It feels too good," she nibbles on her lips, not hiding what she wants.

"Too good? Do you want me to stop?" I drift my hand away, but she brings it back where it was. "No..." her pretty eyes avoid mine, her face showing me how weak I make her feel.

I continue to touch her, knowing that she enjoys it. I know she won't ask me to stop, so I take my hand off and turn my body towards her. I drop my arm behind her head and slide my other hand back under her skirt. "Look at me."

She does as told, her blush deepening as she meets my gaze. I heave one of her legs up to place it over mine, spreading them. I smile at her, admiring the effect I have on her. She bites her lips nervously, unsure of what to expect next, and I lean in closer, kissing her softly.

As I set eyes on hers, I rub the back of my fingers up her underwear, feeling some lace against my skin, some wetness. I can tell she wants so much more.

"Like that?" I lower my voice, tracing circles between her already wet lips, spreading them the more I add pressure. She nods, her breathing quickening as she whispers, "Yeah. Just a little harder...Please..."

I comply, feeling her body arching in response. "A little harder? Here?" I find pleasure in playing with her body, pushing deeper between the lips while going up. "Yeah..." she clenches, her body tensing.

I can feel her getting even wetter, her breathing becoming heavier and shaky.

I know I'm about to push her over the edge.

"You're getting very sensitive, hm?" I keep up at the same pace and rhythm, not going too hard but enough to make her ask for more. She nods, biting her lips nonstop.

I smile and stop. I moisten my fingers in my mouth. "Take your skirt off for me," I tell her. With no hesitation, she gets undressed and drops the clothing next to her, putting her legs back where they were.

"Good girl," I whisper and look down at her wet white underwear. I push the fabric aside and run my fingers over her labia. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as she whined, and I look back into her pretty eyes.

I can see the desire burning in them, some submission and vulnerability fueling it.

"'It feels so good..." she moves her hips, asking for more as her eyes are closing more often. "No," I tilt her chin up and keep my hand underneath, pushing a little harder near her entrance with my other fingers. "Keep looking at me."

"It's hard..." she tries her best for me, fighting against the natural reaction of her body. "I know, baby," I look down at her lips parting a little wider as I focus the rubbing over her clit, testing her limits. "Just like that. You're doing good," I praise her for not closing her eyes and slowly trail my fingers down to the least sensitive area.

I French kiss her, offering her a break. Her breath hitches as I continue to tease her, enjoying this moment. I take my time and slide one finger inside, her lips parting a little wider. I smirk and slide my tongue in her mouth.

Despite all the stimulation, she still manages to kiss me back, so I add another one and push in and out, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet walls tightening around my fingers.

Her body quivering, I move back and look at her, her unsteady breathing hitting my skin. I smile and force her to put her eyes back on me. "Be a good girl," I bite my lips and curl my fingers inside her.

I hit one spot with them, and her face instantly lets me know this is the right one. "Aw," I watch her body weaken and relax under my touch. "It feels really good right here, hm?" I play with it, her breathing turning so heavy as a moan escaped her. "That spot's very sensitive," I go a little harder.

She spreads her legs and moans again, breaking eye contact. I lift her head back up. "Don't, baby. If you want me to continue, you look into my eyes," I make it impossible for her to do so by pounding her g-spot, and she whimpers, her head falling back. "I'm sorry," she whines and tries to maintain eye contact.

The sight of her losing control because of me, feeling so good she cannot speak or think, turns me on.

"Just a little more," I hold her chin and slow down, her legs shaking against mine. "Yeah...like that, baby," I bite my lips and abuse that spot more than I should, her beautiful face urging me to continue as I can tell she is about to release.

Wanting this to last longer, I pull my fingers out and rub them over her clit, feeling her tense up even more. I do not give her too much of this but go lower and flick them, the wetness sounding so loud.

I do not even tease her anymore, feeling way too turned on by the sight of her enjoying herself to edge her.

"I'm gonna cum just from looking at you..." I bite my lips, trying to hold back. She smiles in a faint and feeble manner, panting as her eyes close right after. I'm so close to losing control again.

Knowing a way to make her feel even better, I stop. "Lie down," I instruct gently. As soon as she complies and gets in the right position, I bend over her and lift her top up to her chest. I press a kiss on her stomach, holding her waist. I mark her skin with my lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to her navel.

Once I finally reach her pubic bone, I look up and take a mouthful of her sweetness. I take my time savoring the taste, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

I let out a low growl as I slide my tongue between the lips, going up and down, in circles, using the tip to jerk it on the right area as her body tenses in response again. I slide two fingers back inside of her and begin to move in a rhythmic motion.

I can feel and hear her getting closer to her orgasm.

I curl my fingers slightly, hitting her g-spot perfectly. I delve my tongue over her labia, reveling in the increasing wetness. I close my eyes to enjoy it, flicking my tongue on her clit and letting the waves of pleasure overwhelm her.

"I'm gonna cum..." she whines as needily as if she were crying, her thighs clenching more frequently, her breathing lacking steadiness.

I gently suck on her clit, tracing circles with my tongue to maintain continuous pleasure.

Her pulse beats against my skin, her swollen clit throbbing. I keep going the same way to make sure I do not ruin her orgasm and pull her skin up to go further in-between with my tongue.

As she arches her back and moans loudly. I go a little faster with my fingers, slamming them in the right spot, moving my tongue without slowing down, and in an instant, she leaks down my skin. Her whimpers become repeated gasps, and I do not stop, feeling like she is hitting multiple climaxes at once. She thrusts her hips, rubbing herself against my mouth, taking my fingers in and out. Her body shudders in pleasure, crying out my name.

For a little longer than expected, I make her orgasm. Then suddenly, she squirts. Her warm fluid covers my hand as she slows down and has some strong spasms that ripple through her body.

I stop to not hurt her, but out of excitement that I cannot contain anymore, I hurry to open my pants. I take my cock out and stare at her trembling body and jerk off to it. The scene is intense, and I can feel myself getting closer to climax.

Her gorgeous eyes meeting mine, I bend over her. My cock throbbing with desire, she whimpers my name, and I cum all over her.

A moan runs out of my mouth as some tremor courses through my body. I do not break eye contact but let go of my cock to let it drip on her stomach, and I lean in to kiss her passionately.

I don't think I've ever come this quick before.

My heart still beating hard, I stroke the side of her thigh and slow down the kiss. "You stained my couch, you brat," I murmur against her lips and tease her. Her blush fading the more we calm down. "Says the one who came on me. You're not better."

"Hm. You're lucky it's leather," I smile and press one last kiss on her lips. I move back and reach out for some tissues. She made a real mess.

"I don't think I can even stand up," she moves her wobbling legs as I wipe my cum off her stomach. I scoff as I feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. "I'm not sorry," I say as I clean the couch and glance up at her.

"You're mean," she sits up and grabs her underwear. "Mean? After what I gave you?" I raise my eyebrows and stand up to throw everything out. "Yeah...just a little bit."

"Such an ungrateful woman. I'll only pleasure myself next time," I go back to her and put my pants and underwear back properly. "No, you won't."

Someone knocking on the front door interrupts us. I do not move an inch, not caring at all. I turn the TV off and make it clear I do not want to be disturbed.

"Yes, I will," I go back our conversation. "I'll fuck you with no foreplay and stop when I'm done," I threaten to do, and she responds with a defiant look in her eyes.

"You'd have a good reason to call me mean," I take my belt off. "Hm. Go open the door instead of talking."

"No, I don't wanna be bothered at this hour. Do you want to take a bath?" I ask. Her face brightens, and she nods eagerly.

"Come here," I step towards her and stretch my hands out to her. She slightly moves up, struggling to get on her knees; I move down to her level and lift her up. She wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as I take her upstairs.

"I'm kinda tired now," she says with a yawn, resting her head on my shoulder. This actually makes me feel warm inside; this is adorable. "I'll give you a massage before sleeping if you want," I open the door of the bathroom and lead us in.

Although I don't receive any answers, her angelic face signals that she is about to doze off. "Hm."

"Hm?" I mimic her, my lips pursing to peck her eyelid. "What does that mean?" I open the faucet and run the bath.

"Hm...that means I want it," she replies distinctly, and her words pierce my heart. "I'll do it then," I put her down on the floor. As she stands before me, I gently comb her hair back and peck her forehead.

"Why are you so sweet today? You're usually so rough and rude," her gorgeous eyes finally look into mine.

"I can be sweet too, but I don't always show that side of me," I pull my hair back from my face too. "Do you maybe want me to be rude?"

She smiles at me and shakes her head. "I like when you're sweet too."

"Good, I'll be rude then," I take my clothes off and throw them in the laundry basket. "I'll be very rude and rough with you. Hm?" I tease her and undress her now that I am naked. "Do you want me to not like you?"

"You like when I'm rough, otherwise, you wouldn't have fallen for me so hard," I state what I know she cannot deny. "Maybe," she responds coyly, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Once she is naked as well, she lowers her gaze to my body, looking me up and down.

"What are you doing with those eyes? Uh? Like what you see?" I give a chuck under her chin and lift it up. "I do like it, Sir."

"You can touch if you want; I give you permission," I check on the level of water in the bath. She takes this occasion to stick her body to mine and put her arms around me. Not to hold me tight or give me a warm hug, no, she only does it to grope my ass.

"Such a pervert you are," I stop the water from flowing and turn to face her with a smirk on my face. I grab her by the waist and pull her close to me, heave her up, and put her into the bath. "Here. Lie down."

She does as told, and I grab a lighter to light the candles up around the bath. When I turn the lights off, the room fills with a warm glow, illuminating her serene expression.

I do not wait before joining her, and she quickly lies over me. I drop my head on the small cushion made for it, feeling much more comfortable. "You can sleep if you want," I press a kiss on her head, tangling my fingers in her hair.

"I want to...I feel really good..." her small arms encircle my body, the candles surely putting her mind at ease and relaxing her. "Then do it. I'll wash your body..." I rub my hands on her back, tracing some circles and imaginative shapes on her skin as the sound of the water moving engenders some soothe. "Then I'll take you out of our bath, towel you, I'll change the bed sheets, and put you into bed with one of my shirts."

"That sounds good," her lips form an adorable smile, her head resting on my chest as she seems to be seriously out of energy. "I want a last kiss before you sleep," I whisper against her forehead, looking down at her beautiful face. She doesn't refuse but raises her head up to join our lips, my hands on her back. Her body slightly moves up, so I daintily slide my fingers down her spine and kiss her passionately, slowly. I do not want to be rough this time; I just want to flutter our hearts with softness.

The kiss lingering with tenderness, I tilt my head to the side and deepen it. My hands instinctively travel all over her back, and once our lips stop their movements to only brush past each other and tease the one we love, I smile against her skin. Without opening my eyes, feeling on cloud nine and full of delight, I glide my hands up to her face to place them on either side of it, and I pull her back towards me to kiss again.

Maybe having sex with her made me feel way too fond of her. She's mine, and I do not want to lose her, no matter what it takes.

Feeling her pull apart, our noses softly bump into each other, and I smile like an idiot before opening my eyes. I put my hands below her ears and look deep into her eyes. We don't say a word but stare through one another's soul, the silence not bothering me or suffocating us with awkwardness.

I peek down at her lips and skim her cheeks with my thumbs to lock eyes again and pull her head down, and I press an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

I make it last for a few seconds, and then enclose her body with my arms to let her rest on mine and hug each other without talking.