Taehyung's pov

I woke to a nibble on the shell of my ear. What the...

Last night. Last night. Oh my God. Did I? Panicked, I momentarily froze in bed as I wracked my hungover brain, trying to remember the end of the evening. I was never so relieved when a paw smacked me in the jaw.

I pulled the sheet over my head, blocking Ugly Kitty access. Undeterred, she climbed on top of me and settled on my chest.

"Meow." She nuzzled at the sheet hiding me.

I attempted to lift my head, but it hurt too much. "What? What do you want?"

"Meow."

"Ugh." Even her tiny cry hurt. Ugh. What the hell did I drink last night?

I remembered Jungkook showing up, and dragging him out onto the dance  floor so I could rub my body against his and tempt his willpower. Oh God. I'd made it a game—see if I could get Jungkook to give in.

We'd laughed over shots and Suga hyung and Jimin had eventually joined in. The two of them were looking mighty cozy, I remembered. Things got a bit fuzzier after that.

There was the cab ride home.

I remembered being tired.

So tired.

I just needed to close my eyes for a bit, put my head down to rest while we drove across town.

My head.

So sleepy.

I'd rested it all right. In Jungkook's lap.

I remembered he'd woken me. When I'd lifted my sleepy head, I'd brushed against the crotch of his pants. Oh God. He was hard. And I made a comment about it. Awesome.

Jungkook had helped me out of the car. The elevator had taken forever. When we stepped inside, I leaned against his chest and took a deep breath, smelling him up close.
Oh God.

I told him he smelled good enough to eat. I suggested he purchase a cabin in the woods and chop wood shirtless. His arms were wrapped tight around me as we walked toward my apartment.

We'd arrived at my door. I vaguely remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and inviting him in. He smiled and shook his head.

"There's nothing I'd like more than to come inside. And I mean that in more ways than one." He'd kissed the top of my head.

The top of my head!

"But not this way. Get some sleep." Taking my keys from my hand, he'd opened all of my locks and waited for me to go inside.

The last things I remembered were his arms over his head as he leaned against the doorframe and him saying, "We'll finish this game next week. Things are going to be a lot more fun around the office, that's for damn sure."

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I'd canceled my lunch date with Jungkook a little later that morning, too hungover to get out of bed. When he tried to push me into rescheduling for Monday, I was noncommittal and eventually stopped responding to his texts.

A line had been crossed, and I didn't know how to back up other than cut myself off completely. It was my own fault, and Monday morning I was adamant about fixing what I'd screwed up.

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"Morning." Jungkook stood in the doorway of my office with the exact same stance he'd had the other night at my apartment door.

I had psyched myself up all day yesterday—I was a professional, I could put what happened Saturday night behind me and work around Jungkook like nothing had happened. I glanced at my phone...7:05 on Monday morning, and I'd already failed. Great. Just great, Tae.

Jungkook grinned like he knew I was thinking unprofessional thoughts.

I folded my hands on my desk. "Good morning, Mr. Jeon."

His brows jumped. "Is that how we're going to play this?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook walked to my desk. "I like the sound of you calling me Mr.Jeon. You'll have to keep it up."

I swallowed as he moved even closer. My voice showed signs of weakening. "No problem, Mr. Jeon"

"How about, please, Mr. Jeon?"

"Please, Mr. Jeon, what?"

"Just wanted to hear how good it will sound coming from your lips." He closed the distance between us, coming around to the other side of my desk and leaning his hip casually against it. He reached out and rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb, speaking directly to my mouth. "Please, Mr. Jeon. It will be coming from these lips...mark my words."

What the hell did I get myself into?

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The morning blown by my wandering mind, I was glad Monday afternoon was tightly scheduled so there would be no more room for screwing around. The first of two meetings was at one o'clock in the large conference room on the east side of the building. It was next to Jungkook's office, and I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside as I passed.

Momentarily distracted, I stopped paying attention to where I was going and walked straight into Jae. Upon impact, I squeezed the tall coffee in my hand, causing the lid to pop off. I then bobbled the laptop and notepad in my other hand. As I leaned forward in a fruitless attempt to stop everything from falling, I proceeded to pour the entire contents of my coffee all over the front of my shirt, and everything fell to the ground—followed by my empty cup.

"Shit!"

"I'm sorry. I walk too fast," Jae said.

"No. It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention."

He looked at my shirt. There was steam coming off of it. "That must have been pretty hot coffee. Are you burned?"

Jungkook came out of his office with some paper towels, handed them to me, and bent to pick up my laptop and notepad. Handing the dripping equipment to Josh, he said, "Why don't you dry off the laptop, and I'll take care of Taehyung."

I blotted at my shirt, but it wasn't much use."You need more than a handful of paper towels. Come with me." Jungkook guided me into his office.

I was pissed at myself, at how unprofessional I was, and I projected my frustration at Jungkook.

"This is all your fault, you know."

"My fault?"

"You have me distracted today."

Instead of feeling bad that he was the cause of my mess, Jungkook looked pleased. "I can't wait to see the mess you make when I actually try to distract you." He reached into a closet and pulled out a white dress shirt. "Here. Put this on."

"I can't wear your shirt."

"Why not?" He flashed a dirty grin. "It'll be practice for when you're making me pancakes the morning after."

I hated that I visualized myself in that situation. Jungkook caught the look on my face and chuckled. "There're towels in my private bathroom." His eyes dropped to my chest, where my nipples were hard lining proudly through my soaked shirt, and grumbled, "Get out of that wet
shirt, before I help you out of it right in the middle of my office with the blinds open."

I didn't doubt he would do it for a minute, so I quickly trudged to the bathroom, hoping I'd also find my wit there, along with a clean shirt.

A minute later, I looked in the mirror, happy with my reflection. I must say, I totally rocked this man's shirt. Even though it was too big.

I was rolling up the sleeves when there was a light knock at the door.

"You decent?"

Except for my thoughts about you. "Yes."

When Jungkook opened the door. He paused, stopping in his tracks as he looked up at me. "Wow. Looks better on you." a simple  and innocent statement makes my cheek burning.

He stepped into the bathroom and took over the rolling of the sleeves. "Let me."

We exchanged a few silent smiles as he worked on the shirt.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked.

"Better."

"Glad to hear it. We're sharing a meal tomorrow night."

"Are you telling me or asking me?"

He finished rolling and waited until I looked up. "Telling. You owe me, considering what a gentleman I was the other night."

He had been gallant. "Thank you for that, by the way. You were very respectful, and I didn't make it easy for you."

"No. You definitely made it hard."

I shoved his shoulder playfully. "Come on, Bossman. We're already late to the meeting."

I was sitting two seats away from the presenter on the right side of the long conference table. Jungkook sat a half dozen chairs away from her on the far end of the opposite side of the table. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed he didn't sit at the open head of the table during marketing meetings. He was the kind of boss who had his eye on everything, and participated, but didn't feel the need to constantly remind people he was in charge. Holding my pen to my lips, I wondered if he did it on purpose.

When my eyes flicked back to him, he was watching me intently. I looked away, but two seconds later, I glanced back again. He looked around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to him. Of course everyone else was watching the presentation, as we both should have been.

Then he mouthed to me, I really love that you read lips.

I smiled coyly and scanned the room before looking back.

His gaze was glued to my lips as his mouth formed soundless words. I also really love your lips.

Flustered, I shifted in my chair to face the woman giving the presentation. I managed to hold out for less than five minutes before my eyes wandered back. This time, Jungkook didn't even bother to see whether anyone was watching. He mouthed, I really like my shirt on you. I shot him a look of warning. It didn't scare him one bit. He continued —and like an ass, I couldn't look away.

I can't wait to see what's underneath it.

I wanted to kill him.

Over the next hour and a half, I did my best not to fidget when I found Jungkook watching me.
At one point I was putting on Chapstick—something I did a dozen times a day—and Jungkook was mesmerized watching me line my lips. It made something between my legs tingle, and I squirmed in my seat try not to get tun on by his intense gaze.

When it was Jungkook's turn to speak, I admired how he dominated the room with his thoughts and ideas. He caught me watching him while he spoke, and the corner of his mouth twitched up.

When the second appointment was escorted into the room. I was disappointed that Jungkook had said he wouldn't be able to sit in on the second focus group presentation, but also relieved I'd have nothing to distract me.

When the meetings finally ended at six, Jae, I and Lia we sat around the conference room discussing the two companies.

"So if we join with the first company then we have to pull together the samples and presentations for the focus group one is in Ilsan and other in myanmar"Jae stated.

"We can," Lia said. "It'll be close, but we can pull it together tomorrow, I think."

Jae nodded. "I need to be here for a photo shoot we have going on the rest of the week uptown. So which one of you is staying in Ilsan and which is heading to myanmar?"

Lia looked to me, and I said, "I'll do whatever you don't want to do."

"Good. Because I hate to Travel for long. I'd rather cover the Ilsan focus group."

"Well, that was easy," Jae said. "Jungkook may want to join you for some of the focus group here, Lia. Let him know when you're confirmed with the details."

She nodded. "Will do."

While I was going to miss out on spending time with Jungkook, I knew deep down that I needed some distance between us. A few thousand miles might be the only thing that could separate us enough to let me clear my head.

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To be continued........

Will Taehyung and Jungkook be able to stay away from each other??