Jungkook's POV
This is why I don't do relationships.
The thought had been bouncing around my head all damn morning, circling like a vulture picking at everything I tried to focus on. I kept telling myself I was fine—that I could push past it, focus on work—but no matter how deep I buried myself in code, half my brain kept drifting back to YN.
That red-haired whirlwind had taken up residence under my skin, and I couldn't even pinpoint how or when she'd gotten there. Her sass, her confidence, her laugh that started low and grew until it filled a room—everything about her drove me wild.
What the hell was it about her that made me break every one of my rules?
Even now, after days of silence. After she pulled away. After she all but said I was just another guy using her. Just another man who wanted her for what she could give, not who she was.
That one hit me somewhere deep. Because she was wrong. But also... not.
I'd let her think that. I'd let myself hide instead of giving her truth. How many men in her life had done the exact same thing? How many assholes turned away from her because they only saw the curves, the heat—not the heart?
And now, I was one of them.
"Damn it," I growled under my breath, slamming my laptop shut and pinching the bridge of my nose. My frustration pulsed under my skin like a second heartbeat, stubborn and burning.
With a deep breath, I forced myself back into work mode. The teams were caught up. Some were even ahead of schedule. I needed that rhythm—I needed that controlled, clickable pace of coding and managing tasks. I needed anything but this gnawing need to know if she was okay.
Sometime after noon, a sharp knock hit the door.
I already knew who it was.
"Come in," I said, but my voice didn't carry the ease it usually did.
And then there she was.
YN.
Standing in the doorway, wrapped in a green polka-dotted dress that dipped just enough to tease my sanity. Sweet, soft fabric that clung to all the right places—cinched at her tiny waist, brushing over the tops of her thighs—and that soft curve of exposed cleavage that momentarily made me forget how breathing worked.
"Hey," she said, quiet but steady. There was something in her voice—something vulnerable—but she stood there with her shoulders squared like armor.
"Busy?"
I glanced at the scattered papers on my desk, then right back at her. "Not for you. Never."
She rolled her eyes at my answer, but the blush creeping up from her chest to dust across her cheeks was impossible to miss. Even now, when it was supposedly just sex, seeing that response on her face felt like a win I hadn't earned.
"Good," she said, stepping fully into the room and closing the door softly behind her.
Her eyes dropped to my desk again for a brief second before flicking away like whatever she was about to say had broken in her throat.
I didn't wait.
I stood and reached for her, my hands sliding around her waist like magnets needing home. I pulled her closer until her body melted against mine. Her hips flush with mine. Her soft curves right where I needed them.
My body responded instantly—just the feel of her did that. But this wasn't about getting off. It was about... holding her close enough that I didn't feel hollow.
"What brings you by?" I murmured, lips brushing along the shell of her ear as I pulled her tighter.
She opened her mouth like she might answer, but I didn't give her the chance. My lips crashed down on hers, devouring the hesitation she carried in. She didn't resist.
She never did when I touched her.
Her tongue tangled with mine, and I let myself get lost in her. The way she kissed me like she was starving. The way her body molded with mine, writhed against me. My hands explored her hips, her back, her ass—needing the weight of her in my palms, needing to feel control over something again.
She pushed back just as hard, grinding into my arousal with a needy little growl that rattled through my chest.
When she finally pulled away, she looked dazed. Breathless.
"Wow," she whispered, a slow smile stretching across those lips that had just wrecked me.
I locked the moment in my memory. That smile. That damn softness she tried to hide. "You in that dress is giving me all kinds of ideas."
"Yeah?" She let her fingertips hang from my waistband and flashed a flirtatious smile. "Because you in those glasses is giving me a few ideas too." I didn't have to wait for an answer before she had my pants open and her hand inside my boxers, a strong grip on my cock. "All kinds of ideas."
My head fell back and a groan escaped. "I like this idea," I growled.
"Thought you might," she whispered in my ear before nipping the soft flesh at the lobe. A few rough tugs and the next thing I felt was my pants falling to my ankles. "Ready for me so soon," she purred.
I opened my eyes and looked down at YN on her knees because it was a fucking sight to behold and not just because I could see straight down her dress. She kept her gaze on mine as she adjusted her hold on my cock, gripping me from the base before leaning forward to swipe her tongue across the beads of pre-cum with a moan. "Ah, fuck."
Her lips curled into a smile as though she liked my response, and then my cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch into her hot, wet mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks and my cock was surrounded by heat and moisture.
I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly as she sucked me up and down, taking me deeper and deeper, swiping her tongue along my sac with every stroke. "Fuck, YN." My eyes fought to close but I willed them to stay open, unwilling to miss one fucking moment of this encounter.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as her lips scraped against me on the way back up and her grip tightened as she sucked the tip until my hips bucked. "Naughty," she growled and did it all over again, cupping my balls and taking my cock as if it was hers, as if she had the right. As if I was hers.
I swallowed hard as I tried to keep myself under control because with the way she was working me, chances were good that I might come far too soon. "So fucking good," I growled. "You like that?"
In response she squeezed my balls just enough to send another rush of desire through me. She hummed her own pleasure and that move brought me a little closer to the edge. She released my sac and one hand slipped around my thighs to grip my ass, urging me deeper.
I took the hint and slowly moved my hips to fuck her mouth. "Fuck, YN. I can't hold back."
She took me deeper at those words and swallowed, letting her throat circle my tip before she pulled all the way back and swirled her tongue around the same sensitive area. "Who's asking you to hold back?"
A low growl escaped and I gripped a handful of red hair in one hand, tilting her back so I could watch her as I fed her my cock over and over, deeper and deeper until her eyes watered but she didn't let me slow down or stop, squeezing my ass as if to say keep going.
I thrust a little deeper and a lone tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but she didn't let up. My grip tightened on her hair as my balls tightened and the base of my cock swelled. "YN!" My body stilled and I exploded in her mouth and down her throat. "Fuck," I growled when she swallowed it around me. Every stream that escaped, she swallowed around me, which prolonged my orgasm for an eternity. "Holy fucking shit," I grunted as the last drop hit her tongue and she pushed me down her throat one final time before she released me and my legs damn near buckled.
YN licked her lips and stood with a smile. "Even better than I dreamed it."
My legs wobbled again and I leaned against my desk, hooking an arm around her waist. "You dreamed of sucking my cock?"
She nodded. "Here in your office just like that."
"That was... I never come so much from a blow job. Ever."
YN laughed, and the sound was magnificent. "Good to know."